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Date: Fri, 6 Sep 2002 07:59:27 -0400 From: istari Subject: Mastering Alex 4 - 6 The following story describes the evolving relationship between and man and a soon-to-be thirteen-year-old boy. It is the story of a safe, loving, consensual, dominant/submissive relationship and does contain scenes of bondage, sado-masochism, etc. If that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading. This story is utter fiction, the product perhaps of my own childhood fantasies, and nothing more. Comments are welcome at istari_olias@hotmail.com Mastering Alex Chapter 4: All Things Considered I figured Alex would be tossing and turning for the rest of the night, but I was the one who couldn't sleep. Finally, around five in the morning I just gave up. After a quick shower, I got dressed and crept slowly down the hall. The old wood floors creak terribly, but growing up in the house I'd learned where to put my feet to keep from making too much noise. Alexander's door was halfway open, and I quietly peered inside. The shades were still up and I could see dawn arriving on the world outside. Alex lay in his bed, wrapped tightly in his blankets. One hand lay upon the pillow near his head. I could see his face from where I stood. It was contented and peaceful. Is there anything more innocent than a young boy sleeping? I felt such love for him, and such uncertainty at this road we had started on. He stirred softly, but did not wake up. Quietly I closed the door around and left him to sleep. As I walked toward my office at the end of the hall, I wondered what his decision would be. I'm a freelance writer, which lets me work from home most of the time. Certainly Alex was old enough to look after himself now, but in those early months after his return home I was glad I was there for him. I pulled up the shades and turned on the computer. My latest was a science fiction story, my first attempt at a full-length novel. I'd been mired lately, having written myself into several corners simultaneously. I stared hopelessly at the words on the screen. Hours always seemed to pass without my knowledge when I was in here, and it was well past ten when I heard the soft sound of bare feet on the floor behind me. My boy greeted me with a warm smile. He was in one of my old t-shirts, which he often wore around the house in the mornings, and nothing else. It was gray in color and quite large for him, more than long enough to cover his boyhood. His beautiful legs though were still there for me to see. I reached out my hand and he stepped into my embrace as my arm went round his waist. "How's my little man this morning?" I asked. "I'm fine," he said as he excepted my kiss upon his lips. "My ass feels like totally empty." "What do you expect after you swallow the snake?" He laughed, then yawned and stretched his arms above his head. "You made me feel so good last night." "Even when I hurt you?" "That was the best part." His face lit up in a smile, but his eyes were deep and serious. I gave him a playful smack on his rear end. Alex then glanced at the screen for a moment. Nothing had changed since the last time he'd read this particular section. "Still stuck?" he asked. "Yep." Alex had a particular interest in this story. He loved science fiction, and the main character was a boy his own age, who not coincidentally looked an awful lot like him. Cyrix was his name, a space-born lad on a voyage with his father, an unscrupulous freighter captain. Alexander read the last passage again. The ship had just been attacked by Confederate forces, and I really had no idea where I wanted the story to go from there. Alex looked back at me with playful eyes. "I've got an idea. Can I?" "Sure," I said. What did I have to lose? The boy hunted and pecked his way across the keyboard and managed to churn out three full paragraphs in about half an hour. I read along, when he let me that is, but he did his best to block my view of the screen. Finally he surrendered my chair and turned to me with hopeful eyes. I carefully read the boy's efforts and was impressed by what he'd written. It was simple and direct, and it also carried an unmistakable message. "You've made Cyrix a slave," I said, understanding it was no coincidence. He stood silently watching me. "Is that your decision too?" "Yes, sir." I took a deep breath and stared again at the screen. "What's wrong?" he asked innocently, concern clouding his unbroken voice. My expression was serious when I turned to face him again. "This is big, Alex. Honestly I don't what I'm supposed to do now. We both have a lot to learn, if we're going to be master and slave." It was the first time I'd actually used that word, `master', and it hung between us like an ominous cloud. It was a powerful word, and it had a weight and substance to it that made Alexander shrink and shiver the moment it was spoken. "You're much too young. How far am I supposed to push you?" I asked. "How much is too much?" He hugged me fiercely. "I trust you, Steve," was all he said. "And I don't ever want to lose that. We have to do this carefully. We have to do it right. I've got a friend who might help us. You remember Robert, don't you." Alex nodded instantly and smiled. Robert was my dad's old friend, and the lawyer who got Alex back for me. He also had a lot to do with breaking my addictions, in a rather brutal but effective way. "Robert's cool," the boy said, never forgetting the debt we owed him, "and really nice." Obviously there were other things about Robert that young Alexander hadn't figured out just yet. "He won't be very nice to you from now on, do you understand what I mean?" The boy's eyes grew wide, but there was that knowing smile again. "Yes, I do, sir." "I need to make a phone call, but we might as well get started. Go take a shower, then get dressed." The vision came to me clear and unambiguous, and I spelled it out for him. "Put on your black tank top from yesterday, and a jockstrap. Wear white socks and your high-tops. Nothing else. When you're done, go down to the kitchen. If I'm not there, wait for me." I could practically see his young heart skip a beat, but he hid is giddy mix of fear and excitement very well. "Yes, sir," he said and he scurried off to the bathroom. In the meantime, I made my phone call. Robert and dad had been friends since childhood, and I'd known him all of my life. I remember being fascinated and just a little frightened of him as a boy. He was quite a bit larger than my father, and had a quiet strength about him that always made him seem much older and wiser than anyone else I knew. He was the first person I came out to when I was thirteen, and he was the one who made me tell my mom and dad. We've never had a truly sexual relationship, but I had spent a few months with him while I was drying out, so I knew quite well the sinister contents of his basement. Of course, with the way fate intervened, he never really knew Alex when he was younger. He's come to visit on a rare occasion, and Alexander's reaction to him is much like mine was fourteen years ago. Robert is just a larger than life figure, and makes an indelible impression on a young boy. He was soon going to make an even deeper impression on Alex. While quiet and dignified, Robert made no secret about his alternative lifestyle, and I knew he was just the right person to help us, and also the only one I could trust. Alexander's name did not come up in our conversation that morning, and Robert was clever enough not to ask, although I'm sure he suspected, knowing me as well as he did. He told me to come over as soon as I got Alex situated for the day. His meaning was quite clear, and it did set me thinking. I couldn't just leave the boy in limbo while I made the two-hour-long trip, both ways. He'd need to be given an assignment. Something physical to keep him occupied, and then something creative to make him think. I walked down the stairs formulating my plan and found him waiting for me in the kitchen. His back was to me as I entered and I paused to admire his little bare butt. Hearing me approach, he started turning round to face me. I gave him a good hard swat on his ass. "Did I tell you to turn around?" Momentarily stunned by the stinging in his rear, the boy didn't answer right away. "Answer me when I ask you a question," I said. My voice was soft, but my hand against his behind was firm as I delivered another swat. "Did I tell you to turn around?" "No, sir," he said with a slight tremble in his voice. I patted him on the head and took a seat at the table. "Stand in front of me," I ordered. Quickly he marched forward. Twelve-year-old Alex was adorable and sexy in his tank top and jockstrap. His white socks and shoes accented his shapely calves and thighs. I ran my hand under his shirt, caressing his chest and twirling my fingers over his little nipples. He sighed in pleasure and moved a little closer to me. Continuing to massage his chest, I cupped his boyhood in my other hand, then ran down his firm hairless legs. Leaving him hard and frustrated, I got his breakfast for him and made him eat it standing up. "From now on," I explained, "you only sit with my permission." This new regime seemed to give him a thrill as I could see his young boycock straining within the tight confines of the strap. "I'm going to see Robert about you today," I told him, "about us. While I'm gone you've got some things to do. Clean the house for starters. That's going to be your job from now on. Everything should be spotless when I get back. You know where all the cleaning stuff is?" He nodded. "Yes, sir." "This is your work uniform," I said as I pulled one of the bands on his jockstrap and let it snap back against his tender skin. "Indoors and out, you'll wear it whenever you're working. That goes for homework too." Alex looked down at himself and squeezed his crotch with his left hand. "Horny?" I asked. "Yes, sir, I am. Very." "Tough luck. I don't want you touching yourself. You're on your honor for that one. Promise me." "I promise." "Good boy. Now, when you're finished with the house, I want you to come back here to the kitchen and do some writing for me. First, you're going to write me an essay. Tell me what makes a person a slave, and why you want to be one. Second, I want you to write down ten rules for yourself. Things you'll be allowed to do, and things you won't. Really think about this. When I get back we'll talk about them. Is everything clear? Any questions?" "A few, sir," the boy said quietly. "Go ahead." "Am I allowed to fix lunch for myself?" Alex asked. "That's fine. No junk food though. What else?" "Can I use the bathroom?" I was surprised that he was astute enough to ask. I was sort of flying blind here, but slowly a consistent plan for his basic treatment was forming itself. "From now on you will have to ask permission. If I'm not here, can you ask me?" "No, sir," the boy replied, suddenly realizing where this was going. "So, answer your own question." "I have to hold it." "Correct." Then I pulled him close and whispered in his ear. "If it's really an emergency, you can go, but try to control yourself." With that I got to my feet and walked him with me to the door. "Be good, and be careful," I warned him. "I've got my cell phone on if you need me. Now, get to work." I kissed him and sent him off. My Alexander. My boy. My slave. Chapter 5: Robert and Michael After a two-hour drive through the country, I arrived at Robert's house and was greeted by his slave, Michael. The young man was just fifteen when Robert took him in off the street. He was now a strapping lad of eighteen and a truly gorgeous specimen. He was naked and collared, and wearing a particularly wicked chastity belt, as always. His boyish blue eyes lit up when he saw it was me. I've never been much into the scene, but Robert was a special friend. I could not imagine anyone better to give me the advice I needed. Michael bowed humbly, but gracefully, and escorted me into the living room. It had been a few months since I'd been in for a visit, and Robert seemed equally glad to see me. "Come in, Steven," he said in his dark, slightly menacing voice. He was a true master, and I naturally did as I was instructed. "You've been such a stranger lately." We shook hands and he gestured me to the comfortable sofa. Michael was gone and back again with drinks for both of us before I'd even missed him. The young slave then stood silently beside his master, his eyes cast down and his hands behind his back. "Michael is looking well," I offered as I took my first sip. Robert indolently patted the boy on the thigh. "Yes, he is a fine young piece of meat, isn't he?" I nodded and toasted my glass to the young slave. He gazed up for just an instant and smiled. "So, Steven, tell me about this new slave of yours. I would not have thought you were the type to take one." I shrugged my shoulders. I'd played around a bit in the scene, but Robert knew my orientation was toward the very young, and that boys had always been the quiet focus of my desires. You don't generally find twelve-year-olds in slave collars. "It certainly didn't start out that way," I confessed, "but that's where we are now. We both need to do this. Him especially." "How old is he?" In my heart I was certain that Robert already knew the answer. He wouldn't have bothered to ask otherwise. I did my best to look him in the eye, but found it harder than I thought. "He'll be thirteen in two months." Robert eyed me darkly for a moment, but then a soft smile came to his lips. "So it's Alex." "Yes." "I had him figured all along. I know a slave when I see one, even if he's still a child." "Took me a while to figure it out," I said. "Naturally. You're his only family. That does make it harder to see, and harder to do something about. He is terribly young still." "I know that, Robert," I replied, somewhat defensively. "But he knows what he wants, and he knows what he needs. He's already hurting himself. If I don't help him, he'll try to find it someplace else. I can't let him do that. I've worked too hard to undo all that damage. This is what comes next." "I'm not judging you, Steven," he said. His eyes were gentle. "Michael here was not exactly legal when we started, were you, slave?" "No, master," the young man replied quietly, not raising his head. His voice was soft and respectful and still rang with the lightness of youth. "Tell me," Robert continued, "does Alex ejaculate?" "He does." "Well then I suppose he's old enough for just about anything. Still I'd take it slow for a start." "So, you think we should keep going?" "He's your responsibility, not mine. You know him better than anyone. Is he ready?" I was silent. "Answer my question," Robert said sternly. "Is that boy a slave or isn't he?" "He is." "And can you be his master?" "I can." "Then yes, you should keep going. If you don't train him, who will?" "Will you help us?" I asked. Another of his soft, masterful smiles followed. "I will. But a new slave should only have one master, particularly when he's so young. Michael and I will both help with his training, but you must make it clear to him, at all times, that he is your slave, not ours. Do you understand the difference?" "I do." "Very well," Robert said. He lost himself in thought for a moment. Finally his dark eyes rested on me decisively. "I'll want to see Alex for myself, before we go any further. Shall we say tomorrow afternoon?" It was a polite question, but somehow it also seemed to be a command. "I'll have him with me," I said. "Excellent. We'll get his measurements while he's here. I'm assuming you'll be needing some gear for him, and the proper equipment." I nodded. "I'm not quite sure where to start, or what to start with." He smiled thoughtfully. "Just the basics will do for now. Collar, cuffs, harness. Actually you could get just about everything you need from commercial sources. A small- sized man isn't much bigger than your average twelve-year- old, a bit thicker in the chest and legs maybe, but I still believe a custom fit is best. You'll want his movement restricted, I suppose." "Certainly." "Do you intend to keep him in a chastity device?" That went without saying. "Absolutely. Alex has a problem with touching himself." "We'll see that habit broken very quickly. Michael here couldn't stop either, until I took control of his cock. When was the last time you touched your penis, Mikey?" Robert asked. The young slave looked up and spoke in his soft, but confident voice. "Three years, master," he said. I was stunned. "And the last time I allowed you to become fully erect?" "Two months, sir." "Your last orgasm?" "The same, sir." I stared at the boy in shock. Such a beautiful, smooth, masculine specimen he was, and still quite young himself. Robert laughed gently and patted Michael on the thigh. "I milk him dry once a week. Keeps him docile. He doesn't even get hard when I do it. I'll suggest the same routine for young Alexander. Tell me, have you fucked the boy yet?" "Just last night, for the first time." "So you've taken him already, excellent. Do you have a plug in him?" "No." Robert waved his finger at me in admonishment. "Shame on you. No matter his age, once you've taken a boy's ass, he needs something inside him all the time. Michael, go fetch Master Steven a butt-plug right away." The handsome young slave bowed his head and gracefully strode off. Robert called after him. "And remember he's only twelve years old. Make your selection appropriate." Robert then turned to me. "I believe in absolute control, Steven," he explained, "and I expect Michael to show total obedience. The boy does nothing without my permission. I am, I think, unusually strict with him. If you wish to be more lenient with Alex, until he is older, I will understand, but all children need discipline as you well know, and a child slave needs more than most. Alex is a child, and he will make childish mistakes. Michael certainly did, and he already had hair on his balls when I took him in. I learned to be patient with him, and you'll agree the results, thus far, are quite impressive." Michael was impressive, and fully and happily committed to a life of servitude. I wanted that same happiness for Alex. "Last night," I said, "it was the first time I've ever done it with a boy. But it wasn't the first time he'd been done. You know he was abused." "Indeed, I remember. That does make it more difficult. How much of this is the abuse, and how much of it is Alexander?" I shook my head. "I don't know. I don't know where the abuse ends and he begins." "He needs you to help him figure that out." Robert rose from his chair and I joined him. He took my hands, his grip firm but supportive. "I've known you since you popped out of your mother," he said, such was his way with words. "In fact I was there. I was the first person to hold you, after your parents. Did you know that?" "No," I smiled. "You will always be a son to me. Alex, on the other hand, I hardly know at all. You may find that I can see him more clearly than you do. He is an object, as far as I am concerned. I will treat him as such. Do not hate me for doing so." "And how should I treat him?" "Just as your heart tells you." He looked me deeply in the eye. "There is a fine master inside, I've caught glimpses of it before. Dominance is in your nature. I will help you find it. I believe you'll be a master of a gentler kind than I am, but strength comes in many forms. You must be strong for him. But never forget his age, Steven. You must master him, but you must also still raise him. Not an easy task, I think." Michael returned bearing a small metallic butt-plug upon a velvet cloth. It was only about an inch-and-a-quarter in diameter at its widest, nothing to cause a young boy too much distress. Robert approved instantly. "This should fit the little man quite snuggly. See that he is wearing it when you bring him tomorrow. Don't disappoint me, Steven," were his last words as Michael showed me to the door. Alexander's plug sat wrapped in velvet on the seat beside me as I drove home. Chapter 6: Preparations During the two-hour drive back, I had time to do a lot of thinking. I was still struggling with this, and Robert's advice and encouragement had really only made things murkier. I couldn't begin to count all the things that were supposedly wrong with our relationship, but I tried. Let's see now, there was incest for a start, that was a big one right there, and then there was that whole man and boy thing. I'd already turned Alex into a shameless cocksucker, and of course just last night I'd fucked him for the first time. When I put it all into perspective, I suppose training him to be a slave was just the next logical step. Alex certainly seemed intent on doing it. I've never understood submissives myself, and certainly not masochists, but now I'd have to learn what makes them tick, or at least one particular twelve-year-old. What frightened and troubled me most was that our relationship would have to undergo some dramatic changes. Or would it? In a matter of minutes I glanced back over the last three years of our lives, and I realized that at some basic level Alex was already a slave. He'd always been one. When did a day go by that I didn't give him some kind of order? And when did he ever complain or mope or disobey me? Never. The boy was happiest when he was doing things for me, and not just where sex was concerned. That was important, at least to me. We couldn't have sex all the time, and I began to enjoy the thought that Alex would be my slave in all things, in all places, in every second of every day. I would still love him and nurture him, but I suppose even that would take on a new dimension now. Nothing we did would ever be between equals, it never really had been, and that was a thrilling and wonderful discovery. I stopped to get a pizza for us on the way and pulled back into the drive by early evening. There were no lights on in the house that I could see. Alex was still in the kitchen when I walked in, slumped over the table asleep. I put the pizza on the counter and approached him slowly. He was breathing softly, his pencil still resting lightly in his left hand. In front of him was a neat stack of paper written in his youthful script. Next to this was a single page, printed in neat letters. 'My slave rules' it began. I didn't take the time to look at it. It was something he would share with me. I nudged him gently. Alex moaned and took a sharp breath, then opened his beautiful eyes. "Sorry I was away so long, Alex," I said as I tousled his hair. "How was your day?" "Alright," the boy replied as he stretched his bare arms behind his head. He then looked at me with needy eyes. "Can I please go to the bathroom?" "I don't know, can you?" I said smartly. Alex rolled his eyes. "May I," he emphasized the word, "please go to the bathroom?" "Of course. Hurry back. We have a lot to talk about before bed." Sensing something important he smiled and scrambled off, holding his hands between his legs. I wondered if he'd been holding it in all day, and figured he probably had. A few seconds later I heard a loud sigh of relief from the bathroom and shortly he returned, considerably more composed. "Better?" "Much." First order of business was dinner. Again he stood as he ate his share. He asked me about Robert and what had happened. I reminded him it was not a slave's place to ask, and that he'd be told when I felt he needed to know. Alex stared at me with a stunned expression, not expecting such a quick and stern rebuke. Disappointment clouded his youthful features. "Don't worry," I consoled him. "You'll hear all about Robert after dinner." He finished quickly, eager to know what his future held. "Clean this up, then come into the living room. Bring your papers. I'm going to see how you did on the house. Oh, by the way, when did you get your writing done?" "About three-thirty," Alex said as he swallowed his last bite. That was nearly five hours ago. "And you sat there all this time, waiting for me?" "Yes, sir," the boy said without boast or pride. I just shook my head at him. "What kind of boy sits still that long?" No words of wisdom from this twelve-year-old, just a casual shrug of his shoulders. The last of the plates and glasses were clattered into the dishwasher. I cringed and imagined most of them being broken. Still I laughed to myself. Alex was desperate to get that mundane task finished so the real fun could begin. I guess I should have expected him to be a little excitable. He marched into the room decisively and stood in front of me with his papers in his hands. I was on the couch, and took a few minutes to simply appreciate him. "The house looks fine," I began. "Be a little more thorough in the bathrooms next time." "Yes, sir." "Now, show me your essay." Alex handed it to me. It was four pages, front and back. Quite prolific for a pre-adolescent. I read it carefully. I could feel his young eyes upon me, eager for some kind of compliment or criticism, anything but silence. I knew it was bugging him, and so I just kept right on. I could hear him nervously shuffling his feet. Finally I let him off the hook. It was a very good essay and I told him so. Alex had obviously given this a lot of thought and worked very hard to get his ideas in order. He also raised some points that demanded I challenge him further. "You talked about two kinds of slavery, Alex. Explain that to me." He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. "Well," he said, trying to sound very grown up, "in school we learned about the blacks, and how they got here and all. They were slaves." "They certainly were," I agreed. "But not like me." "Why not?" "They didn't get to decide on their own, if they wanted to be. Slaves or not I mean." "And you did decide." "Yep." "Are you sure about that?" "Sure. You didn't make me this way." "Then who did, you?" Suddenly he felt a trap closing in. I could see it in his eyes. "Well, no," he stammered, "not me, I guess." "Then who?" Alexander thought about that for a while. "Nobody," he finally said. "I don't understand, Alex. Nobody made you a slave, but you are a slave. And you said it was your choice." "That's not what I meant." I could hear the frustration in his voice. "What did you mean?" "I guess I meant to say I was made that way, like I was born that way or something." "Just like some people are born with brown hair and some with blond?" "Yeah, that's it. Kind of like that." "Then you didn't have a choice at all, did you?" That hit him hard and he didn't have an answer for me. Alex was pretty close to tears. I looked at him with loving eyes and drew him beside me. "It's alright, Alex," I said softly. "That was cruel of me. I wanted to see how far you would go. I'm sorry." I sat him down and we snuggled for a bit. "It kind of felt weird," he confided, "when you were saying those things. I got hard." "I know you did." "I don't have a choice, do I?" I rubbed his shoulders. "About some things you do. Other things you don't. Does that make you scared?" "A little." "Well I'm glad you're being honest. Tell you what, why don't you read me your rules now, and we'll see how you did." "Want me to stand up again?" he asked. "No. I like you right here." Alex reached forward and took the single sheet of paper from the coffee table. He read the rules aloud to me in a soft, confident voice. Some of them were familiar, routines we'd already begun to practice, others were of his own making, but quite astute and mature. 1. I will always be naked, or in my work uniform, unless my master tells me to wear clothes. 2. I will always stand or kneel in the house, unless my master tells me to sit. I will only sit where I'm told. 3. I will not speak unless I'm spoken to. If I have something to say, I will ask my master's permission before I say it. 4. I will not go to the bathroom without permission. 5. I will do whatever my master tells me. He loves me and knows what's best. I held him a little tighter after that one. 6. I am not allowed to touch my penis or my balls, ever, unless master tells me to. 7. I will be awake before my master, every day. 8. I will keep myself clean. 9. I will eat all of my vegetables, even the ones I don't like. 10. I will not lie to my master. "I've got two more, Steve, if it's ok. I think they're important." "Go ahead." 11. I will be allowed to cry when it hurts. I will never pretend it doesn't when it does, or it that it does when it doesn't. 12. I will never tell anyone about these rules or the things my master and I do together. No one understands me like he does, and I know he's doing all this for me. I will say 'thank you' to him every day for as long as I live. I had to kiss him after that last one. "How did I do?" he asked. I wiped a tear from my own eye. "I think it's perfect. I agree with every one of them. We can add more as you get older, but it's a good start. There is one change we have to make. Let's put it in number six." Gently I pushed him off the couch and gestured to the velvet cloth upon the table. "Pick it up and unwrap it," I instructed. "It's a gift from Robert." Alex quickly did as he was told and soon he was holding the shiny, silvery butt-plug in his hand. "Do you know where that goes?" I asked. He took a deep breath and slowly nodded his head. "Then here is your new rule six: I am not allowed to touch my penis or my balls, ever, unless master tells me to. I will have a plug in my behind all the time. Only my master can take it out." A little high-pitched cry issued from Alexander's throat. "Bend over and grab your ankles." With a frightened look on his face he did so, presenting his hairless young boy-hole to me. "This is smaller than my dick," I said, just to reassure him. "It won't hurt you. It's going to drive your little prostate crazy. Your dick will be leaking like a faucet from now on. Ready?" "Yes, sir," his voice was small and suddenly very, very young. "Make like you're taking a crap." Alex followed orders and the beginner-sized plug went right inside him. His ass slurped the last half-inch or so in all by itself. He yelped and wiggled as he felt the constant pressure on his immature joy button. I pulled him back onto my lap and held him as he fought these new sensations. "It's never going to go away," I told him. "When you get used to this one, we'll stuff a bigger one up there." "Oh shit," he cried, his voice strained and higher than usual. I could see the wet-spot already forming on the front of his jockstrap. "Shit, shit, shit." "That's something you won't be doing without my help from now on." "That's not funny." "No, it's true. Now get to bed. Your own room. I'm taking you to see Robert tomorrow afternoon, and I want you rested." "How can I sleep with this thing in me?!" "Get used to it, kiddo. It's part of your life from now on." "Can I please jerk off?" "No." He looked at me in desperation. "You made that rule up yourself, remember." Defeated by his own handwriting, he hung his head and marched upstairs.

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Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2002 06:46:22 -0400 From: istari Subject: Mastering Alex 16 - 17 The following story describes the evolving relationship between and man and a soon-to-be thirteen-year-old boy. It is the story of a safe, loving, consensual, dominant/submissive relationship and does contain scenes of bondage, sado-masochism, etc. If that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading. This story is utter fiction, the product perhaps of my own childhood fantasies, and nothing more. Comments are welcome at istari_olias@hotmail.com Thanks to everyone who's said such nice things about Alex and his adventures. And Special Thanks to "Rick", who has provided some deep insights on the Master/slave relationship and is not afraid to challenge me from time to time. Mastering Alex Chapter 16: Taking Stock of Alex. After Alex received his punishment, I again bound his ankles to the bench. The kid was still hard. He was licking his lips slowly and humming to himself. The initial biting pain of the clamps on his nipples had now faded to a dull but constant ache. Anyone who's ever worn them knows the feeling. The endless unrelenting pressure, the slow deep burning, the electric sensitivity that seems to spread from those two little biological oddities outward to your entire body. For all of us, at some level I suppose, pain and pleasure do share some common ground. For a boy masochist stretched and bound in front of my eyes, the two were instantly and immediately and intimately the same. I have to confess the depth of Alexander's fixation, his addictive need for pain, was still rather disturbing to me at the time. Boys aren't supposed to be like this, are they? Or perhaps they are, and we just dismiss them and ignore them, because they're boys. Alexander had bravely decided that he was a boy who was not going to be ignored. This is who he was, and he had a perfect right to express it. He lay there now, in pain, but fully and happily contented. And I was content to leave him there. We still had another crate to unpack. Robert and Michael were already beginning to remove long planks of wood from it, laying them out in an orderly fashion on the floor. I knelt down beside Alex and he turned his head to look at me. "May I have the gag again?" he asked softly, blinking his eyes in a slow rhythm. "Not just yet," I said, giving the thin chain between the clamps a little tug. Alex took in a sharp hissing breath. "If you start to get in trouble, I want you to tell me. Don't take more than you can handle." A strained smile crossed his lips. "You worry about me too much." "Somebody has to." Alex laid his head back down and closed his eyes, tightly. So there was a struggle going on after all, one the boy was not willing to admit to me. Pain that quickly comes and goes is one thing, but pain that comes and endures is something very different. Something very new for him. Alex was learning this lesson right there in our living room. And then I realized he had not asked for the gag because it turned him on, which it certainly did, but because he needed something to bit down on, something to muffle his occasional scream so that his master would not have to hear it. And so, was it actually mercy to take his voice, his only way of asking for escape? Or was it mercy to leave him there as he was. My dilemma produced a perfect solution, one I would use again and again whenever things got difficult for him. I could be kind and cruel all at once. I could keep him safe, while letting him enjoy the giddy thrill of danger. I picked up the gag, and for just an instant his eyes stared at me in desperation. I put the ball into his mouth, but I did not buckle the straps. A look of gratitude was in his eyes when I finally turned away and left him. Robert and Michael were hard at work, and the unknown contraption was beginning to take shape. The base was wooden, solid and heavy and three inches thick, painted black, four feet square. Thick iron rings were bolted to it in an orderly array. There was one in each corner, and several sets of two running down the center all equally spaced from the edges. Two of the sides had large square openings cut close to the edge. I had diverted my attention from Alex just in time to see Michael insert a five-foot high post into one of these holes. The post itself was very thick and had a deep groove running its entire length on the inside. On its outer side at mid-height, there was a small winch. On the top of the post there was a pulley wheel. Michael worked efficiently and silently, locking the post to the base with large bolts and screws. With Robert looking on, the young slave dropped the second post into position and secured it as well. It was identical to its mate, with that same deep groove and ominous pulley contraption at the top. Returning to the wheeled crate, Michael slung two long heavy chains over his shoulders and waited. Robert himself pulled the last wooden piece from the crate, two pieces actually, black like the rest, with three half circles cut out on their corresponding ends. "You will find the stock very useful, Steven," Robert said. For that is exactly what it was, wicked and harsh and fully adjustable. "Michael spent many hours and days here as a boy, didn't you?" "Yes, sir," the youthful slave replied. I thought I saw a slight shiver. "The bottom piece slides in first. It is marked, as you can see." I watched carefully. The bottom piece was slightly longer, with a sharply curved hook at each end. Robert lowered it into position from the top, lining it up with the grooves and sliding it down. It was snug fit. "The chains, please, Michael." Obediently Michael ran the chains through the pulleys then hooked them to the bottom piece. Robert continued his impromptu lesson. "The other ends of the chains attach to the winches on the sides. Once they are locked it will not move." Michael carried out Robert's narrative as though they were direct instructions, and gave the winches a few turns to tighten everything up. "Once the boy is in position, the top piece just slides right down the groove. There are locking hasps on the back side." He pointed them out to me. "You can immobilize his feet with the rings on the base." I stepped onto the wooden base myself. It was sturdy and rugged, and I could see the slight wear in the holes where Michael's wrists and neck had been. I imagined him as I first remembered him, a small wraith of a boy with large blue eyes, almost fifteen but a late bloomer, looking more like eleven or twelve. I knew Robert had kept him in strict bondage from day one, but I was never witness to it. I looked over at my own boy, still stretched unnaturally on the bench. "Let's try it out," I said. Alex was moaning softly but no longer biting into the gag. I released his arms and legs, while Robert loosened the strap across his stomach. "Stand up, Alex." He needed a little help at first. His limbs were still wobbly from the stretching and the pain. Quickly I buckled the straps on his gag, pulling them tighter than before, and ran my fingers over his clamped nipples. Then I turned him around so he could see the frightening new addition to our living room. The look on his face when he got his first full glimpse of the stock was priceless. Robert thoughtfully handed me the leather leash that went with Alex' collar. I think my dick grew a few inches at the mere thought of having my submissive boy leashed, and leading him around like an animal. I dangled it in front of him so he could think about it for a second, then I attached the leash to his collar. It was about three feet long. I rolled a bit of the excess around my hand and gave it a firm tug. Unaccustomed to this new discipline, poor Alex lost his balance and stumbled forward. I tugged at it again. This time he did much better. "Good. Now on the floor." Immediately Alex was on all fours. I led him around the living room on his hands and knees for a few minutes, letting him get more comfortable with the leash that would soon be a normal part of his life. Meanwhile Michael got his master's dick out and gave it a good sucking. Robert's eyes were fixed on Alex. He was not a boylover, but what gay man would not be just a little turned on by the sight of a naked twelve-year-old on a leash? Still on his hands and knees, I brought Alex to the stock and pulled him to his feet. "Just think, sweetie, I could keep you here for days. Let's see how you fit." I pulled the top piece up along the grooves. Currently the stock was set at about three feet off the ground. Quickly and roughly I bent him over and he shuffled forward, until his neck lay in the rest. I put his wrists in position myself, noticing the large eyebolts which I immediately clasped to his cuffs. The top piece came down easily and I locked the two together. Alex was now bent ninety degrees, his neck and wrists in the stock. I spread his legs and clasped his ankle cuffs to the nearest rings in the base. Freed of his belt, his young balls were hanging low, his cock still semi-erect. With one hand on his back, I reached between his legs and rolled the boy's testicles between my fingers. Then I grabbed his cock, pulling on it with a slow downward stroke, working it to another full erection. Alex was totally silent. I knew he could not see me, only feel my hand between his legs toying with him. I said nothing as I moved the boy's silken foreskin up and down over his throbbing shaft, covering the head with one motion, retracting it as far as it would go with the next. Fluid was dripping from him again. Alex bent his knees a little further and rocked back against me as far as his bondage would allow. I continued to stroke him, coaxing a steady stream of clear liquid from his young penis. Every time I would feel the tension building in his muscles I would stop and get him back under my control. Keeping a horny young twelve-year-old from cumming once you've got him hard and dripping takes a great deal of care, and Alex had three days of pent up sperm he needed desperately to get rid of. Alex wiggled around in the stock, trying madly to bring himself off in my hand. But that hand was always taken away just as he was about to cum. He's shake and shiver every time my fingers left his penis, and again every time they returned. Finally a series of low, anguished, frustrated cries began to fill the air around us. The boy's sweet sounds were joined shortly by the deep masculine growl of Robert having his orgasm. I looked over to see him forcing Michael off his cock. The young man actually fell back onto his hands, his master's sperm dripping from his mouth. Robert yanked him to his feet harshly, grabbed him by his short blond hair and gave him a forceful kiss. Michael, small and slender, seemed to disappear in his master's powerful and unrelenting embrace. Alex, of course, had been watching the entire scene, and was more turned on and hysterical now than ever. I knew that just the lightest touch would send him into orgasm, and so touch was quickly and totally denied him. I gave the chain connecting his nipples several hard tugs, not enough to pull them off, but enough to change his focus, from pleasure sharply denied to pain ruthlessly given. I came around front for the first time. He was drenched in sweat. His hazel eyes confronted me. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. The ball-gag added to the aura of sheer despair and helplessness that surrounded him. He gave me a delicious look of hatred. "You've only just begun to hate me, Alex," I said with my most evil grin. Chapter 17: That Special Touch. I took the leather blindfold from the box and put it on my boy. Alex tensed at the sudden and total darkness, but only for a moment. I squeezed his hand. He squeezed back. I gave him a gentle kiss. Just then an equally tender touch graced my shoulder. It was Robert. "You two need to be alone," he said softly. "Michael and I will pack everything up and show ourselves out." And a few minutes later they were gone. It already seemed like we'd spent a full evening, but it was not yet ten-thirty. I looked at Alex, my sweet wonderful boy, bound in the stocks, gagged and blindfolded. I needed one more thing and went out to the garage to find it. At first I'd forgotten where I'd left them, but there they were among the power tools. I dropped the earplugs into the palm of my hand and carried them back to my boy in the stocks. I did not tell him what I was about to do. I simply worked them into his ears. The boy was voiceless, blind, and deaf. All he would have now is touch. The earplugs brought on a brief round of struggle as Alex jerked against the wooden frame, but again he calmed down right away. He would always be safe with me. He knew this. I gave his butt-plug an insistent tug and slowly pulled it out of him. It dropped to the wooden base with a heavy thud. I left it there. The couch looked inviting, so I stretched out and picked up the book I'd been reading. Occasionally I'd hear a muffled sob or the creaking of the wood as he strained against the stock, but mostly Alex was silent. From my vantage I could see his backside perfectly. His growing balls were hanging down very low in his hairless sac. And he was soft again. I could just see the tip of his foreskin dangling beneath his scrotum. He moved his legs a bit. Bent over and spread wide, he was well balanced in this position, but the strain in his young thighs and calves was constant. Thirty minutes passed. I set my book on the coffee table and approached him silently from behind. I reached beneath him and took the clamps off his nipples. The pain was furious as the blood returned to his little buds. He shouted into his gag and jerked around in the stocks. Immediately I stuck a single finger into his ass, rubbed his swollen prostate for a moment, and withdrew. Then I returned to my book. Fifteen minutes later I was back. This time I stroked his penis as it dangled between his slender legs. He was hard in seconds. I returned to my book. Another half-hour went by, and again I fingered him, in and out of his little hole quickly, just enough to give him the sensation of touch, but no pleasure. I waited another fifteen minutes and stroked his cock again. It was just going soft and I forced him to erect once more. It went on like this until long past midnight. On my random trips to the kitchen I would stop and give him a gentle spanking, just three or four swats on each cheek, but always I kept the timing of his anal and penile stimulation rigid and strict. Finally, close to three in the morning, I turned off all the lights and went to bed, leaving Alex in the stocks, denied of all his senses now, even my touch. I suppose he still had taste, but what was that now but a rubber ball that filled his mouth. There was smell, of course, but that was only the boyish odor of his own body, mixed with sweat and leather. I forced myself awake around five, and went back downstairs. In the dim moonlight I could see Alex' slender form bent over in the stocks. He was moaning softly. He was not asleep. I walked quietly behind him and inserted two fingers this time, swirling them around for several minutes, stretching his hole. Then I spanked him again, the slap of my hands upon his soft flesh echoing through the silent living room. If felt between his legs. He was hard. I left him and returned to bed. Late mornings are not my habit, but I purposely slept in when the sun appeared through my bedroom windows. Around ten I finally got up and put on my jeans. When I got to the living room, Alex' head was slumped down. Blindfolded as he was, I couldn't tell if he was sleeping or resting or just exhausted. It didn't really matter. I brought him around with a few gentle slaps to the face. And then we began again. Every thirty minutes I fucked him with my finger. Every fifteen minutes later I stroked his penis. I imagined the constant forced erections were starting to become painful. Around midday, I brought him his lunch. I moved a chair in front of him and sat down, holding his plate on my lap. I pulled out his earplugs then reached behind his head and removed his gag. He didn't say a word to me. His silence was beautiful. "How much do you hate me right now?" I asked softly. His unbroken voice was weak and scratchy. "A whole lot." "And how much do you love me?" "Even more." I gently touched his face, running my fingers over his blindfold. He stretched his neck out as far as it would go in the stocks, desperate for my touch. "I brought you something to eat. Open your mouth." Alex obeyed me, and I leisurely fed the boy his fruit and cheese. He drank some soda from a straw. When he was finished, I plugged his ears and gagged him again, and his afternoon was much the same as his morning. He was beginning to anticipate when he'd feel my finger in his ass, or my hand upon his penis. Touch was all he had, and it was becoming electrifying for both of us. In between my regular trips to the stocks, I set things up in his room for the evening. He would never, ever, forget this day, or this night. I fed him a light supper, then removed him from the stocks. I gave him back his hearing, but the gag stayed in. Standing on his own, wearing the blindfold, seemed to scare him. I held onto my boy firmly and made him take a few minutes to stretch and limber up again. His leash was still attached to his collar, and I took it in my hand. "Down on your hands and knees." With tired aching legs he obeyed me. "Let's go for a walk." I gave the leash a firm tug. I could feel his muscles tense. Resistance from my submissive boy. I knew it was the blindness. "Don't be afraid, Alex. I won't let you walk into anything. You are safe with your master. This is about trust, Alex, and obedience. Show me you can do both." I tugged again, and this time the boy crawled forward, still timid and unsure. "That's better. Now stay close to me. Your shoulder should always be touching my leg when you're on the leash." Alex moved closer and pressed himself against me. I could feel his slender frame trembling. "Don't be scared. Stay close. Come on." I walked him around the living room at first, to get him used to the subtle pull of the leash. We took it slow. His confidence grew with each step. Finally I led him through the kitchen and out onto the back porch. There was only a short step down onto the grass and he managed it gracefully, never once moving away from me. It was a damp and humid evening. The smell of rain was in the air. Once his initial fear had passed, Alex became more and more at ease, and more and more enthused, but he was also very serious, showing great self-discipline and restraint. "Good job, Alex. Let's try it standing up now. On your feet." This was actually more difficult for both of us, especially with his blindfold in place. I had to be careful not to knock him off balance. And Alex really had no way of judging my pace or anticipating my direction. This naturally led to some rather harsh yanks upon the leash that caused him to stagger forward. He almost fell a few times and I had to reach out to steady him. We kept at it until the sun began to go down. He would need a great deal more training, but it was a good first day in his collar. Back inside, we carefully navigated the steps. In the bathroom I stood him in the tub and gave him his enema, leaving him holding his water while I prepared the final touches in his room. When I returned to him, my blind and gagged boy was ready, his cock standing rigid and throbbing. I had left Alex on his honor. His belt was still downstairs. I was prepared to find him jerking his young dick, but he was just standing there with his hands behind his head, his legs spread as wide as we dared without the plug there to keep everything in. He had not touched himself. After the boy finished his business on the toilet, I took his leash in hand and led him down the hall to his bedroom. I first removed his gag, and then there, for the first time in almost twenty-four hours, I lifted the blindfold. His young eyes were tired, he hadn't slept much. He looked around in wonder. In his windows, on his nightstand, at his desk, along the shelves that lined his walls, his room was lit by candles. They cast a warm, comfortable glow, and their sweet cinnamon odor filled the air. His old sheets were gone, replaced by a silken set in dark blue. I thought the color suited him, and he would love the feel of it against his skin. The ropes at the corners of the bed were gone as well, replaced by the sturdy chains Robert had given us. Soft new-age music played on his stereo, barely audible, simply a whisper of sound to complete the setting. Alex turned around and gazed at me in amazement. I removed the leash from his collar and hugged him close. "We're going to do something very special tonight, Alex. I want you to feel special too." "I . . . I already do, master." "Give me your hand, sweetheart." His left and my right joined, and together we approached the bed. I removed his harness and let it fall to the floor. His thigh cuffs came off next. Then last his collar, just for tonight. His wrist and ankle cuffs remained. I would be needing them. His eyes were dancing. Freed of his leather, he seemed suddenly smaller and so much younger. Delicate and fragile and hairless. A child. But between his legs there stood that raging rod of flesh. He was boy and man all at once, my sweet, my gentle, my intelligent, my complicated Alex. "Lie down." He did. "Spread yourself." He did. I fastened his cuffs to the chains at the four corners of the bed. "I'm going to milk you now." Alex stared blankly for a moment, and then his hazel eyes got big when he realized what that meant. "You're going to make me cum, right?" "Over and over again, until you can't squeeze out another drop." "Will it hurt?" "Maybe just a little, toward the very end. I think it's going to be a lot like when I fucked you, only this time you'll be hard every second. Rock hard. Now put your head back." Alex was tense and nervous. To help him relax before we started, I took the bottle of baby oil I'd placed by the nightstand and poured a small amount onto his stomach. I massaged him slowly and gently. He sighed and his breathing eased. His gorgeous eyes were sunken and ringed in dark circles. He'd slept only in fits for the last twenty-four hours. He yawned and looked at me sleepily. I worked his young body at my leisure, enjoying the soft silken warmth of the boy's hairless skin, the sturdy wiry hardness of his developing muscles. Things had gotten a little rushed these last few days. Alex had borne it all bravely, but it was time to slow down and let him enjoy it. "This feels so nice, Steve," he said. It actually felt good and right to hear him say my name again. We would always be Master and slave, but tonight I also wanted us to be lovers. The boy's skin was glistening in the candlelight. He was already hard and waiting for my hands to touch him there. I gripped his shaft gently. He tensed and shivered. "Are you ready?" I asked. "Yes, master." I smiled at him. "I'll need you to help me do this, Alex. When you feel like you're about to ejaculate, I want you to tell me. Will you do that?" He nodded. "When you feel it, I want you to tense up, down here," I put my hand on his hairless abdomen. "You are not allowed to ejaculate unless I give you permission. I will be very disappointed in you if you do. I can make this wonderful for you. Do you want your master's help?" "Yes, sir, I do." I pulled the only chair in the room beside his bed, then leaned in to kiss him, softly on the lips. And so we began. There is something incredibly and simply beautiful about a boy's penis, especially when he's aroused. A symbol of fragile youth, and rugged masculinity all at once. A boy's innocence and his devilry are all summed up in that fleshy appendage between his legs. I stroked his cock slowly, lovingly, admiring the network of tiny veins that appeared beneath the darkened skin. I rolled his foreskin up, then pulled it back, dancing my finger over his frenum. That was his special spot, and it received my special attention. Alex bucked wildly, rattling the chains that restrained him. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, his head rolled around on the pillow. He wiggled his toes and clenched his hand to fists. "aaaahhhh. It's happening, sir!" I didn't dare risk another stroke, not yet. I let go of his throbbing boyhood and worked my hands over his balls, kneading them gently, feeling their impressive weight. It was still a boy's scrotum in which those plump ripe nuts hung, soft and like velvet to the touch, but low and full. "You're going to be huge," I said as I let his balls go and watched them drop between his legs again. Alex gave me a shy smile and thrust his hips up at me, indicating he needed to be stroked again. "Ready for more, are you?" "Yes, master." This time I leaned over him and took his young organ into my mouth. Alex purred like a kitten. I felt his body relax as he laid back and enjoyed it. I ran my hands up and down his outstretched legs as I sucked and licked and rolled my tongue over my boy's cock. I could actually feel him getting harder, and those slight tremors that told me he was getting close, even if his own addled brain hadn't registered it yet. The boy sighed when I took my mouth away, but my hand was quickly around his shaft again. This time I stroked him quickly, as far up and down as his loose foreskin would let me. I confess I envied him for being whole, for having that little bit of extra flesh and extra length that had been stolen from me as an infant. Five, six, seven fast strokes. He held his breath and strained, closing his eyes tightly. I heard him whisper to himself, "Don't cum. Don't cum. Feels too good." Bless his heart he was doing it. My wonderful Alex was keeping himself from ejaculating. How hard that must have been for a boy his age. It was a profound gift of love and trust and total submission he was giving me. I kissed him on the cheek. "You are so wonderful," I said. "Is it . . . would it be okay . . . is it alright if I cry?" he sniffled. Already his adolescent emotions were turning him inside out. Another kiss, this time on his lips. "Of course it is." And even as the first of his tears began to fall, I took him in hand again. He'd softened a little, but soon I had him firm and throbbing. He was wet with pre-cum, it was streaming out of him slowly, glistening in the light from the candles. After a few minutes he tensed again, raising his head off the pillow, straining against the chains. I could see his abdominal muscles flexing tightly. He groaned, loudly and deeply. I stopped. His penis stood straight and hard. More clear fluid dribbled from the tip. The spasms were getting stronger, and once this one had passed, I sucked him again. For thirty minutes we went on like this, bringing him right to the edge and then, the two of us together, pulling him back. I stroked him more slowly now, and more firmly, squeezing his shaft and working the pre-cum out of him. I felt his penis surge suddenly against my fingers. Alex shouted in ecstasy and tugged violently against his bonds. Every muscle in his young body was taught. And then, with a low moan he laid back. Sperm began to pour out of his penis, but there were no contractions, no ejaculation, just the steady flow of the twelve-year-old boy's thin white seed. "Mmmmmm." I gave him no time to think about what was happening. I rubbed him again, and again I got the same reaction, and the same slow outpouring. Alex was in another world, lolling his head from side to side, back and forth, his breathing quick and erratic. For the next hour I continued, gradually milking him. Often nothing would come out at all, but four more times I was able to coax his sperm out of his balls and onto his stomach. His trim, muscular belly was covered with it now. I gave it several more tries, edging him, but it seemed I'd milked him dry. I began to masturbate him intently. "I want you to ejaculate this time," I said as I brought him closer and closer. Finally he gave out a high-pitched cry, the same I remembered hearing from him when he was younger. "Aaaaahh, aaaahh, aaaaaaahhhh." Three strong contractions, each eliciting a deep shout of pleasure and anguish. Alex was ejaculating, but his young body had nothing left to give. A dry cum, just like he'd had as a little boy. His penis was still hard when it was over. He went utterly limp, and his head fell to one side. My sweet boy had actually fainted. "Alex?" I gently stroked his cheek. He came around instantly and gazed at me with love and devotion. "Who's my special boy?" "I am." "Who will always love you?" "You will." "Who's your master forever?" "You are." I'd said Alex would never forget this night, and he hasn't. Even now that he's a young man he still talks about what we did together on that warm summer evening, with a dreamy faraway look in his beautiful eyes. Interlude: One Month, and the Dungeon. Time passed quickly over the next few weeks. Alex was thriving in his new life. He laughed more than I'd ever known him to, and his face was lit with his beautiful smile more than I'd ever seen, except when he was wearing the gag of course. My enforcement of strict chastity was still a struggle for him, but his weekly milking gave him a goal to shoot for, literally, and of course it also eased some of the build-up of boyish hormones for a while. We never again went in for the show and ritual of that first night, for neither of us wanted to cheapen that cherished memory. Still the milking remained a gentle fixture of our lives. The boy's collar and lead training was going well. On two feet or on all fours, blindfolded or with eyes staring straight ahead, he was developing a practiced confidence and a dignified grace. We saw Robert several times, and the experienced master remarked what a fine and handsome young slave Alex was becoming. Of course my boy gave him a low flourishing bow, which always brought a smile to Robert's face. Alex and Michael actually made love for us on one occasion. Penetration was strictly forbidden, but it was glorious to see these two horny young slaves in collar and harness passionately pleasuring each other. Alex' infatuation with the older slave was obvious and incredibly sweet, and Michael seemed to enjoy the chance to be the dominant partner, at least for a brief moment. Alex was not allowed clothing of any kind while at home. I kept him in his leather gear most of the time, or simply naked and belted and collared, although we did use the irons and chains when I worked him in the yard. He spent his nights chained to his bed, or in the stocks, which he and I had moved to the basement. Rare now but very special were the nights he spent in his master's bed. The punishment bench was down in the basement now too, along with the many implements of pain Robert had provided. I had gradually added more to the arsenal, and our new dungeon was where Alex was disciplined every day. He liked to call it torture, but the word disturbed me, I suppose partly because I so deeply enjoyed inflicting pain upon him. I was calculating and cruel, and merciless, and he loved me for it, never knowing how close to the edge we were both walking, with only his safeword, which I had trained my ears to listen for over his screams, to protect us. Our work on the dungeon had gotten underway the day after his first milking. The boy was a slave, every moment of every day, but I felt it was important that we had a special place where we could explore our darkest fantasies and desires. We repainted the brick walls first. Alex naturally wanted all black, but he grudgingly accepted my suggestion of a thin whitewashing, so that it would retain that harsh, rustic look. We turned the water back on down there, and hooked up a sink and showerhead over the drain in the corner. I brought in a plumber to put in the toilet. I installed modern track lighting, which illuminated the place nicely and drove the shadows away. Ours was going to be a dungeon of contrasts, hard and cold to the eye, yet also bright, a place were darkness was not allowed to linger and taint the heart. And yet as we worked it was transformed into an ominous space. Chains and shackles were soon dangling from the wooden posts and down from the rafters, all at a height befitting the age of the boy who would be spending hours hanging from them. Robert helped us acquire our first serious piece, an X-cross, custom sized, but large enough to grow with Alex as he entered his teens. There was a cot in one corner, its metal frame covered only by a thin bare mattress. Using his charcoals, Alex drew some graffiti on the walls. Scenes of torture and suffering from deep within his psyche. They changed often. He'd wash one away, or create a new one, or add to those he'd already finished. It was some strange form of therapy for him. We had a ritual. Every time we tried something new, every time he experienced a new kind of pain, he would draw how it made him feel on the walls, thus making them a tapestry of his journey into slavery. Not that we spent every moment down there. It did consume much of our energies for certain, but we made time for other things. Fun things. Summer things. I was determined that he not stop being a boy, simply because he was a slave. The two were the same, but also distinct. Alex was collared all the time, but when we went out in public I put a less conspicuous dog collar around his neck. Many young and soon-to-be teens wear them, and so, to passing strangers, he just looked like a handsome kid entering his rebellious stage, which he was beginning to do anyway. He wore his wrist cuffs proudly, although I took the padlocks off for obvious reasons. His ankle cuffs were hidden under his socks. No one guessed the true meaning and symbolism of the leather around his neck or upon his wrists, a secret he and I enjoyed sharing between us. There was time spent at the beach, his golden tan turning a dark reddish-brown before my eyes. He couldn't wear his chastity belt under his speedo, which was about all he wore the entire time, so we left it in the hotel room, strapping it on at night before bed. There was the baseball game, the trip to the mall to buy his clothes for the coming school year, numerous of our now traditional late-night visits to Gino's. There was even a birthday party for one his classmates, where Alex' newfound sense of confidence and self-worth made him seem like a different person in the eyes of his young male peers. He started making friends, and even had a few boys over during the long summer days. They loved his artwork and insisted that he do pictures of them. Naturally they posed shirtless, giving me a knowing look as I stared on in admiration at their firm, young, thirteen-year-old bodies. Boys that age know they're sexy, don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. The blond was coming on to me from the time he walked in the door, a nice polite kid named Nathan with gorgeous blue eyes and already a cute little patch of hair under each arm. The bulge in his pants made me realize that Alex wasn't the only boy in his class running around with a man-sized cock between his legs. The other boy was Ashton, black hair, green eyes, a real pistol and still entirely prepubescent. Three cute shirtless boys in my living room. I was sweating bullets the entire time, making regular trips to the kitchen to ensure the basement door remained locked, and to adjust the boner plainly visible in my pants. "Think Nate would whip me, if I asked him?" Alex wondered aloud one afternoon after the boys had gone home. "If we got him down in the dungeon, he wouldn't be doing any whipping," I replied with an evil grin. "A lot of screaming maybe." "He's hot, isn't he?" "Very." Alex' thirteenth was approaching, and weeks before, with Robert's help, I'd tracked down someone to make the ultimate present for him. Of course there were games for his Xbox and some new CD's, as well as a very nice leather vest he'd been wanting, but he would certainly be the only boy around with this particular item. He was out riding his bike with Nate, when my special order was delivered, apparently by the man who made it. He knew Robert well, and so he naturally knew of us. Straight down into the basement it went. I tipped the man handsomely, but he refused and was on his way. Alex and his pal came thundering through the back door just a few minutes later. They were both shirtless and sweaty. The strong sweet odor of boy was intoxicating. He recognized the meaningful look in my eyes and gently told Nathan it was time for him to go home. "You are so weird sometimes," Nate said to him in his crackling pubescent voice, but he did it with a friendly smile. Out the door he went and was gone on his bike. Alex stood up straight and returned my gaze. "What is it, master?" "Get naked, this instant!" I shouted. A look of shock flashed across his gentle face. Alex was in his bare skin a moment later. The chastity belt was around his waist. I removed the dog collar he was wearing and told him to bring me his regular one, along with the leash, and his gag. The boy was gone in a flash, crashing up the steps to his room. He came back quickly with the prescribed inventory. The collar went on immediately. Taking his jaw firmly in hand, I forced his head back, opened his mouth, and quickly stuffed the ball-gag inside, strapping it tightly behind. Gagging him was the only time I really and truly handled him roughly, but it seemed fitting that this should be a harsh and swift act of domination and control. I did not give him time to submit. I simply took him. We began with this ritual every morning, and every visit to the dungeon started this way as well. "Give me your leash," I commanded. My voice was harsh and stern, more so than he was used to. I saw his young eyes dance for just a moment, unprepared for the cruelty he was hearing from the master he loved so completely. His hands were shaking when he handed it to me. I attached the leash to his collar and pulled him close to me, nearly off his feet. "Things are going to be different from now on, little slave," I said. And I did mean that. He would be thirteen in just two days. He already had five wispy brown hairs growing above his penis, and several more on his scrotum. At twelve years old, you might still consider him a little boy, and part of me always had. At thirteen those days were over. This was a young man standing before me now, and my expectations of him were going to be much greater from this day forward. "Follow me," I growled. I'd never seen him so frightened. It was wonderful. Down into the basement we went. The lights were off at the bottom of the steps. I flipped them on and waited for him to react to our latest addition. The cage was about three feet high, four feet long and three feet wide, made of a heavy wooden frame with steel bars. The door was open, a large baton lock ready and waiting. The base was a solid wood plank, with iron rings bolted to it. My boy turned and looked at me with love and surprise in his eyes. I dropped the leash, and put my arm around his shoulders, already broader than they were just a few short months ago. "Happy birthday, Alex."

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Date: Mon, 8 Oct 2018 16:58:49 +0000 (UTC) From: DOGG Subject: descension into submission-2 DESCENSION INTO SUBMISSION-2 Written by Eugene Marvin -aka- NPhillydogg@aol.com ___________________ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>O<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< I awakened in the morning to dreams of someone grabbing me and physically dragging me into an alley and forcing me to my knees and slapping me about the face with something hard! My mouth was forced open and the club that had been slapping my face was suddenly rammed in my mouth, choking me, making me vomit! I was then pulled to my feet and assaulted further when he yanked down my pants and rammed his thick throbbing club up my unprotected ass, fucking me roughly, violently, until he blasted his hot load in my ass, flooding my once virgin ass with his searing juice! I jumped up in my sleep, realizing it wasn't a dream, but reality...!...an unconscious memory! It was THEN that I looked down and noticed my wife's beautiful blonde head bobbing in my lap, her dainty mouth sliding up and down my solid 7.5" shaft, sucking my cock while I slept! "You're awake..." she surmised, looking up at me [with a grin]. "...I saw your cock was erect this morning, and realized I'd fallen asleep last night so we didn't have a chance to make love." she stated, pushing the covers down off of us as she climbed up overtop of me (straddling my waist), then reached down and aimed my hard-on up to her moist vagina before sinking down onto it... "uhhh..." ...taking it all up inside her and grinding her pelvic bone into me. I looked up at Susanne's angelic face as she closed her eyes and titled her head back, adjusting to my cock breaking through her vaginal walls. Her cunt was so warm and wet, snugly sucking my cock even before she started to lift and fuck herself. But instead of enjoying the rare morning performance I am usually so desperate for, my very first thoughts were `oh no, I need to get an HIV test first!' I was horrified that anything Adeem may have passed onto me during our initial encounter, may be passed onto my WIFE now, as she had no idea what happened to me! I sat silently, unable to utter the words I needed to end this. I simply laid there while Susanne fucked herself, moaning softly as she lifted and lowered herself on my cock, the cock that had been faithfully hers for over the past 2 years. Susanne flung her hair back from her face, leaving it to cascade down over her left shoulder, the tips just touching along her nipple, as she rode me naked. I was paralyzed, lying tentatively as Susanne tightened her pussy and started to ride me harder and faster. She took my hands and lifted them (from my sides) up to her breasts, making me grope and squeeze them. Then she groaned and threw her head back, gyrating her hips as she danced on my cock. Unable to look at her anymore (without feeling guilty), I closed my eyes and concentrated on what my cock was feeling. It was then that I started to notice how my asshole flexed and pulsed while I fucked. I'd never paid attention before to how active my asshole was during sex, until my rape, reminding me how swollen and sore it was last night. I could still picture my asshole in my head, oozing Adeem's cum into my underwear. I heard Susanne grunt as my hands moved down from her breasts to her hips, holding on as she rode me harder. Flashes of my attacker filled my head, skull-fucking me on my knees, ramming his cock down my sore throat, shoving me against the wall and fucking me roughly up the ass while jacking my hard cock in his hands! He whispered how `hard' my cock felt in his fist, telling me how much I loved it, jacking me off faster, making me SHOOT out onto the wall in front of me just as he blasted his own load into my ass, searing my insides to burning! "uhh...ohh...urhh...urhh...ARRHHHHHHHHHH...!!" cried Susanne, coming on my cock as she ground herself into me, her vagina flexing and throbbing around me, sucking me off inside her! "Arrhhh fuck..." I cried, digging my nails into her hips! "...ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!" I yelled as I came too, shooting directly into her, saturating her insides with my load! Susanne fell forward against me, kissing me passively on the lips, slowly lifting off of me as my softening cock feel limply from her womanhood. "You'd better get ready for work!" she warned, allowing me to go get showered. I climbed out of bed and headed in towards the shower (naked), my asshole still feeling a little sore and irritated as I walked. I stood in front of the mirror over the sink, staring at my reflection, trying to see if there were any signs of the man that was raped yesterday? I stared at my mouth, recalling the huge cock stuffed between my lips. Did I look like a cocksucker now? Couple people just LOOK at me and tell I'd been branded? I stared into my eyes, the reasons for WHY I got into trouble in the first place, trying to see what Adeem saw in them...? I felt my asshole starting to pucker sorely, reminding me that it was there. I broke my gaze and opened the medicine cabinet, reaching for the ointment I'd used last night to help soothe some of the burning and pain. I had just closed the cabinet door when I noticed Susanne standing in the doorway (I'd forgotten to close the door)! "I found this bag of dirty clothes tucked behind the sofa..." she said, holding up the clothes I'd worn to the sports bar yesterday. "...any reason why you were hiding them?" she asked, casually. "uh..." I said, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. "...I got kinda dirty helping out a stranded motorist last night after you left..." I lied, "...and I didn't want to mix it in with the regular wash." I managed to conjure, hoping that would satisfy her curiosity? "oh. ok." she said, nonchalantly. "What're you doing with the ointment...?" she then asked, noticing it in my hand. "Did you hurt something you're trying not to get infected?" "No..." I lied (again), "...I was just curious to see what ingredients were in it, is all." I relayed, sounding stupid. "oh." was all she said before walking away, content. I put the cream back in the cabinet, then closed (and locked) the bathroom door before getting in the shower. Afterwards I dried off, then added more antibacterial cream to my asshole, hoping it would help heal my sore anus? The cream burnt, again (although not as badly as it had the night before), making me grit my teeth in pain. Afterwards I went into the bedroom and got dressed into my uniform. Susanne already had a load of clothes in the washing machine, and was sitting at the kitchen table feeding the baby. I kissed her goodbye on the lips, then walked out and headed into work. I usually patrol alone, what with all the city budget cuts effectively cutting the police force in half. It's never bothered me before, but since my `attack', I suddenly felt all alone out there on the streets by myself. Every call, every incident, every citizen in distress was a potential threat just waiting for opportunity to happen, another rapist looking to get me alone in an alleyway. ONE call in particular scared me; someone reported a fight involving a group of black men outside of a barbershop. I was the first unit to arrive. There were about 10 black men standing around outside the shop, looking like they'd just broken up the fight. I'd always been lucky enough not to have to draw my gun, but I felt compelled to pull it out now, even before I left my cruiser. With so many of them standing around, already hyped up and angry, how many of them would be able to simply LOOK at me and see what Adeem saw...? How many of them would try to fuck me? I could SEE them looking back at the cruiser, staring at me, waiting for me to get out and react. I got on the radio and called for backup, then grabbed my nightstick and got out of the vehicle, walking towards them, keeping my head held high, trying to assert some sort of authority despite the nerves fluttering in my stomach! A surprising number of them were taller than me (6'0" to 6'4"), staring down at me as I walked up to them. I felt like a Hobbit next to them. I sheathed my baton and asked them (in a clear but firm voice) what happened...? One of them explained that the argument was over a girl that 2 of them just learned they'd been fucking simultaneously. One had been bragging about this lady he'd been dating romantically for about 6mons, while the other bragged about booty-calling the same girl late at night for over a year. He called her a `hoe' while the other one thought she was a respectable lady. The argument spilled outside where others had to hold them back from beating each other senseless. "So you're both about to get arrested because of this...?" I asked, as they both looked at me pissed and frustrated. "Sounds like the 2 of you need to sit down and talk to this girl privately, separately, and see which one she wishes to continue seeing...? Otherwise I'm about to take you both in and let you cool off in the `tank' until this is all cleared up." By then my backup was starting to arrive, and the crowd started to disburse back into the shop. I told the other officers that everything was under control, as I watched the 2 black men shake hands, realizing they needed to get HER to make a decision about which one she wanted to continue seeing? I returned to my car, happy that didn't turn uglier, and that none of those black men could look at me and tell I'd been fucked up the ass by one of their own. The days became routine and mundane again, as 2 weeks had passed since my `incident' with Adeem. My asshole had stopped hurting and I was starting to feel somewhat like my old familiar self. I'd fucked my wife a few more times, just to prove to myself that I was still the man I'd always been (no fags lived here), and I was starting to hope that my encounter in the alleyway was just an isolated incident (or that Adeem had been a bad dream)...?...when I suddenly noticed an unknown number pop up on my phone's caller ID. Almost immediately I had a feeling of dread wash over me. I fully suspected it was HIM, even though I didn't have his number. I decided not to answer it, wishing to leave that part of my life in the past. But then he texted, telling me I had 5mins to return his call or he was going over to my house to have a `talk' with my wife! I called him back immediately! `Why didn't you answer the fuckin' phone...?' he barked into my ear, demanding, confident, and angry. "I'm driving, on duty..." I explained, "...I didn't recognize the number." `This yur last and ONLY chance, Pig-bitch...' he said, unsympathetically. `...don't answer yur phone again and I'll do to that skank wife of yurs what I did to you...! Understand?' "Yes." I answered, pulling my cruiser to the side of the road for privacy (as the department records the inside of our vehicles for security reasons). `What time you get off today?' he asked, as I stepped away from the car. "6pm." I answered. `Cool. Meet me at the Motor-Inn out by the airport at 6:30! And don't be late!' he demanded, giving me no choice. "Okay..." I said, searching my uniform for a pen and paper. "...could you repeat that...?" I asked, as he clicked the dial tone in my ear. I google-searched the Motor-Inn at the airport, and saw that it was just about a 30min drive from my current location. Then I called my wife and told her I'd be doing a little overtime tonight, covering for a coworker who'd be running late on his shift. She understood. For the next several hours I continued to work (writing out citations; directing traffic during a road closure; responding to emergencies; etc), but I don't remember any of it, having drove around in a practical daze since his text, wondering what might happen when I get there? I had no doubt that he was going to fuck me again, but this time in the privacy of a motel room, where he could do what he wanted to me! I kept looking at the time, counting down to my depredation! In less than an hour I would be at HIS mercy (once again), being violated in ways I never imagined possible! I pulled up at the motel (on an industrial highway), realizing it was a place frequently used for afternoon-delights with hourly rates. I couldn't possibly park my Delaware County police issued vehicle in a place like that, so I drove down about 2 blocks past the place and parked. I also didn't want to wear my uniform there, so I pulled a change of clothes I had stored in the trunk, and got changed in the car. At 6:30 exactly he texted me again, telling me to purchase a room and text him back the room number and to be waiting naked and freshly cleaned `out' when he got there! Realizing I needed cash (not wanting a place like that showing up on my debit card), and ducked into the closest store with an ATM and withdrew $100 just in case. I walked back to the motel and asked for a room. The clerk charged me, then gave me a key. I texted the room number to Adeem, then made my way up to it on the second level and immediately got undressed and jumped in the shower to bathe. I was halfway finished with my shower when I suddenly realized what he meant by being `freshly' cleaned out. Then I grabbed the small scented motel soap and thoroughly washed my asshole, even darting my finger inside to try to make sure it was clean inside as well! I couldn't believe I was doing this, fingering out my own asshole and purchasing a room for my own degradation! Once finished I got out, dried off, and waited. About 10mins later there was a knock at the door. It was HIM. I walked to the door and unlocked it, peeking around to make sure it was him and not someone mistaking the wrong room? He shoved the door open, pushing me aside, telling me to open it `all the way!' When I did, I noticed the motel clerk standing in the hallway smiling. `What the fuck...?' I thought to myself, having had someone SEE (to verify) me naked in the room, likely knowing what was about to happen to me! "On yur knees, bitch!" ordered Adeem, pushing me to the floor. I knelt down nervously, unsure what was about to happen? Adeem walked up and told me to "say hello to me properly, Pig", then pulled my face into his groin, humiliating me in front of the desk clerk. I could hear the man laughing, telling Adeem `I see you've got another one!' Adeem laughed back with him, then fished his cock out of his pants and proceeded to SLAP it over my face with it like a nightstick {like in my dream)! Then he rammed it in my mouth before shutting the door in the clerk's face (thankfully), [I originally feared I'd have to service both of them]! "Where's yur uniform, Pig-boy...?" asked Adeem (noticing my civilian clothes folded neatly on the chair), holding my head down in his lap, his big thick 9.5" dark dick lodged painfully in my throat, making me choke and gag and unable to answer! I thought I might vomit again, but then he pulled back, sliding free from my throat before shoving it back in again! I could feel his cock forcing its way down into the curve of my throat, making my neck balloon awkwardly, I could feel his hairy balls slap against my chin, his coarse pubic hair scratching against my nose! "URRKKKGG...!!" I gag about the thick base (his entire cock lodged deeply in my throat)! "Don't vomit, bitch!" he warned, releasing his hold, allowing me to fall backwards on the heels of my feet (panting breathlessly)! "Take off my clothes!" he barked, as I caught my breath and stood up, then started to unbutton his shirt, folding it neatly to place in the chair overtop mine. I helped him off with his t-shirt, then crouched back down in front of him and pulled off his shoes, socks, and slacks (no underwear), folding them all and gently placing them one atop the other. "Get on the bed..." he demanded, slapping me on the rump and shoving me towards the bed. I scurried quickly, walking ahead of him, not wanting to anger him. I climbed onto the bed awkwardly, not knowing what position to take...? "...on yur back, bitch!" he ordered, as I laid back and waited for him. Adeem climbed onto the bed with me, on his knees, pulling my head closer into his groin as he re-fitted his cock back in my mouth and started to face-fuck me! I merely had to keep my mouth open and my teeth covered, as he pulled my head back and forth along the length, making me go deeper and deeper until I felt his cock in my throat again! I gagged a few times, trying to pull back to keep from choking, but he'd simply tightened his hold and forced himself in further, making my throat conform around his shaft! I could feel his cock cutting off my oxygen. I tried breathing through my nose, which quickly became clogged with snot. It became very difficult to breathe! I gulped in air whenever I could (around his cock), trying to keep from suffocating! Once he was in my throat, he leaned in over my head (in pushup-position) and started to seriously fuck my face! I could feel his cock digging through my chest cavity, pulling back and forth through my ruined esophagus as he fought pass my bruised throat muscles and picked up speed and suddenly dumped his huge load into me without any warning! "urrhh...I'm comin', bitch...!" was all he said, holding his cock in deep as the strange sensation of the first 3 or 4 spurts shot directly down my throat! I never knew such a thing was possible, as my wife never sucked me as deeply! "ARRHHHHHHHH...!!" he cried out loud, pulling back slightly to finish off in my mouth, letting me taste his sperm for the first time! I could feel his cock jerking and pulsating thickly between my parted lips, pumping me full of fresh cum! I could feel his sperm pooling in my mouth, feeling heated from resting in his balls all day! I kept the cum in my mouth, even as he pulled out and stared down at me with cruel/angry eyes! "Swallow it, bitch!" he ordered! "Get used to it! Become the pig-hoe you were meant to be!" I swallow (as told), staring straight up at him as I gulped down his sperm like medicine, feeling it slither (strangely) down the back of my now sore throat, emptying out in my stomach (like a food)! I'd just swallowed another man's cum for the first time! I had his CUM in my stomach, having ate it because he told me to! Why was I doing his bidding? What was this strange HOLD he had over me...? Adeem climbed off the bed and grabbed the tv remote off the dresser, turning on str8 porn. Then he came back to bed and sat down on the edge, telling me to clean his dick! I climbed off the bed and started towards the bathroom to retrieve a towel, when he suddenly barked: "Where the fuck'r you goin', bitch...?" "To get a towel." I informed, looking back confused. "You don't need no fuckin' towel, you stupid bitch! Get yur pig-ass over here and clean me up with yur bitch-ass mouth!" he commanded, as I walked back and knelt in front of him, leaning in to lick his cock clean. He suddenly grabbed me by the neck, tightening his strong hand around my throat, squeezing! "Don't disrespect me again..." he said, staring me straight in the eye, face to face! "...next time I call you, you answer the phone immediately, no matter what! Got that?" "Yes!" I answered, fearfully. "Good..." he said, releasing my neck. "...now get to work! Clean that dick up!" I leaned back in between his parted legs and started licking up all the uneaten cum and slobber left behind on his cock, eating it all. I took his half-hard dick back in my mouth and started to polish it off thoroughly. Behind me (through a mirror) I could see and hear a white girl kneeling between black guy's legs, sucking his big black cock! The irony isn't lost on me, as I realize I'm in the same position as she, as the guy locked his hand in her long hair and started to throat-fuck her deeply! Adeem did the same to me, locking one hand behind my head and forcing me further down on his stiffening cock, making me deep throat him again and again! Spit and drool oozed down from the corners of my mouth, dripping down off my chin as tears re-stained my face with fresh tracks! "Don't forget my balls, Pig!" he said, letting me slide off his cock as I worked my way down his hard shaft towards his nuts! I licked, sucked, and polished them both separately, before he reached down and grabbed a fistful of them, bunching them together to fit in my mouth together! I stretched my mouth around them, taking the entire sac in as I suckled as gently as possible (knowing how sensitive my own balls get)! "Get back on the bed!" he instructed, as I spit his sac aside and climbed back onto the bed! He pushed me face down as I feared the inevitable fucking I knew would come next! But instead of his cock, I flinched as the pain of his bare HAND landed on my right butt cheek, stinging like a gunshot! `UHG!' I cried aloud, before immediately feeling a second sting on my left cheek! `UHG!' I cried again, as he repeated this several times (SLAP, SLAP, SLAP)! I was immediately taken back to my childhood, where I'd get hand-spanked by my father as discipline, tanning my ass good with his open hand as he lay me over his knee! I'd cry like a baby as he held me down and spanked my ass hard, then throw me to the ground afterwards, leaving me to suffer to myself as he went on about his business! Adeem wasn't much different, raising his hand high into the air and CRACKING it down over my cheeks, making me yell out in pain! "Please..." I begged, reaching back to protect my buttock, but that just angered Adeem more, making him TWIST my arm behind my back roughly as he lay into me harder, making me cry out loud! The pain was intense, but I endured it, taking the unprovoked punishment until he suddenly stopped! Once my ass was bright red and sore (the cheeks twitching on their own accords), did he stop spanking and start groping and caressing my ass cheeks, molding them before pulling them apart to get a good look at my asshole, the hole he violated for the first time 2 weeks ago! I heard him hack up phlegm, then lean in and spit it directly onto my asshole! Then I felt his dickhead pressing in against my spit-wet anus, then felt him shoving into me! "URRHHHHGG...!!" I screamed out loud, feeling his cock ripping through my hole again, stretching my anal muscles as my sphincter (once again) fought to protect the anal track from intrusion! But Adeem simply pulled back out, then hack-spit more phlegm onto my hole, and re-rammed himself inside until he had his entire cock buried up to the balls! I squirmed around underneath him, my asshole, my innards, on FIRE as his big cock lay inside my rectum like a thick log! Adeem pulled back slowly (savoring the moment), watching his black cock emerge from my parted olive colored cheeks, pulling back until only the bulbous head remained inside of me before ramming back in, burying his cock with one stroke! I screamed out in pain as he repeated this again and again, stretching my asshole wide! I prayed he'd cum quickly (like he did orally), but I kind of knew the fucking would take longer, as he'd already busted his first load and his second would naturally take longer to build! I lay underneath him for about 5 or 6 minutes as he started to hammer my ass roughly! "Reach back and pulled those bitch-cheeks apart!" he ordered, as I reached back and grasped my sweaty butt-cheeks and pulled them apart (lewdly) for him! He picked up the pace a bit, loving the sight of his cock wrecking my hole! At first I thought he was building to climax, but he suddenly pulled out a few minutes later, pulling me up off the bed! I watched confused as Adeem made me stand upright on the floor, then bent me over slightly at the waist and re-entered me balls-deep! `URHHGG...!!" I grunted at the brutal assault as he rammed in deeply, holding me by the waist as he resumed fucking roughly (aggressively)! The pain was intense, but he kept bending me further and further until my torso was resting against the edge of the bed! He fucked my ass hard, slamming his hips into me, beating my insides raw with his cock, making me grimace and groan in erotic pain! Then he pulled out again! I looked confused (once more) as he took my place on the bed, lying back against the mattress (on his elbows), his feet still touching the floor, then turned me around (facing away from him) and ordered me to sit on his dick! I aligned myself overtop him, then tried to sit back on his cock but wasn't very skilled in the area, his cock kept missing my asshole and slipping up over my back or down between my thighs! Adeem got impatient and grabbed my wait with one hand, while aligning his cock with the other, wedging his dickhead between my ass cheeks before physically pulling me back onto his cock! "OOOHHHHH...!!" I groaned aloud as the cock penetrated me again, boring straight through me as Adeem used my weight against me, using it to punch his cock into me as it buried quickly and deeply in one solid plunge! "URHHGG...!!" I grunted, feeling his cock in my stomach! "Now RIDE it, Pig..." he directed, lying back with his hands behind his head, making me lift up and lower myself, fucking myself on his cock! It was definitely the most humiliating moment on our encounters, as he was making fuck MYSELF with his dick, willingly! "...show me what a hoe you are for this dick, bitch! Get it all up in you! Show me how much you want it! Reach back and pull them cheeks apart! I wanna SEE that asshole ridin' my dick!" I reached back and physically pulled my ass cheeks apart (again), while riding his cock, letting him SEE his big brown prick emerging from my gripping hole before pushing back on it, taking it all back up inside me! I actually saw my cock starting to rise and swell between my legs this time, thickening about halfway while I rode! Then Adeem grabbed my waist and started making me fuck faster, knocking the breath out of me! I was SURE he was going to cum this time...when he suddenly pushed me off his cock agafin! "Back on the bed!" he said, as he got up to let me take his place! I was getting back on my hands and knees, when he suddenly flipped me over onto my back, pulling me back to the bed's edge and lifting ONE leg into the air as he aimed his cock back down at my hole before re-re-ramming himself back inside me again! "Look up at yurself, hoe..." he said, as I looked up overhead to see a full sized mirror over us, giving a clear view of myself lying back in bed, face wet with spit and slobber, sweaty, legs spread, with a big black cock sliding in and out of my ass! "...get a good LOOK at yur punk-ass with a DICK in you, about to breed you!" he taunted, as I watched his cock thrusting back and forth! I couldn't help lifting my head to look DOWN in-between us, watching his cock sliding through me LIVE, his hips pulling back as nearly half his brown cock slipped from my sucking hole, only to be shoved back in balls-deep, as his hairy pelvic bone slapping into my butt like a brick wall! I could feel my cock starting to swell again, as I was suddenly hit with shame for starting to get off on what was happening to me! "Yeah, look at that big dick break that pussy in..." he teased, catching me watching! "...look at that cunt trying to earn its place, sucking that dick deep!" "URHHH...!!" I groaned, closing my eyes, trying to escape the visuals as I concentrated on the pains shooting through my violated anus! "Open them eyes, bitch!" he said, slapping me across the face (catching my attention)! "I want you to SEE yurself when I breed this pussy! I want you to know what you LOOK like when yur takin' a black man's load in your pig-cunt! You were MEANT to be fucked and bred by yur betters!" I said nothing in retaliation, I listened to him insult me, and watched him fuck me (live AND in the mirror)! The intensity built, as his fucking growing more aggressive and rough! He grabbed my cock and started stroking me, wanting to make me cum like last time! I didn't want to cum again with his cock in my ass, making me feel even LESS of a man (if that was at all possible)! But I could feel my climax coming, as his cock continued to hammer at my inside! I threw my head back against the bed, then screamed out in pleasure AND pain as my cock suddenly erupted, shooting fiery streaks of hot cum across my heaving chest and stomach! "ARRHHHHHHHHHHHGG...!!" I cried out loud as I came, thrashing about madly, unable to deal with the intensity of my orgasm! Adeem let go of my steely cock, then grabbed onto my hips and thighs, fucking me harder and faster as he cock sped through me, his pelvic bone slamming into me repeatedly before he finally rammed in one last time and held himself inside me! "ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGG...!!!" he screamed out even louder, coming harder as he planted his load in deep! I could feel his cock jumping and jerking wildly inside me, as his cum scolded my innards with the searing heat from his balls! "FUCK!" he jerked, keeping his cock buried until his orgasm was over! Then he slowly pulled out of me, then flopped down on the bed beside me (exhausted)! "Clean my dick!" he ordered, as I physically dragged myself off the bed and knelt back down between his legs and started licking and sucking his soft flaccid cock all over again! This time it didn't re-harden, as it lay satisfied between his spread thighs! "Get a towel and a wash rag and clean me off properly!" he glared, as I got up to do as ordered! I returned with a wet/soapy washcloth, and gently cleaned his cock and balls, then dried him with the towel! "Good boy..." he said, peering down from over his chest! "...know yur proper place, bitch! If I have to train you again, yur gonna be sorry! Understood?" "Yes!" I answered, obediently. He pushed me away, then got up and headed to the chair where our clothes lay folded. I stayed on my knees, not knowing what to do next, waiting for his next order! Adeem finished dressing, then headed for the door. "Leave when yur ready..." he said, as he placed his hand on the doorknob to go. "...place's yurs anyway!" he joked (at my expense). "I'll call you, soon..." he informed, "...and you'd better pick up, or me and yur wife'r gonna become great new friends!" he threatened, as the fear of my wife enduring what I've endure put the fear of GOD into me! "Yes sir..." I said, promising to do better next time! "...I will!" Adeem smirked, then left, closing the door behind him! I could see the desk clerk still standing at the door, hoping to be invited inside? But luckily Adeem denied him, as he closed the door behind him, keeping me safely locked inside (for now)! I got off my knees and fell back onto the bed (I'd just been fucked on), trying to wrap my mind around this whole dom/slave thing! My asshole ached sorely, as did my throat, but it wasn't quite the same ache as before, this time it was more...erotic! I looked up at myself in the mirror overhead, seeing myself as if for the first time, lying back in bed with another man's cum in my stomach AND ass! I was his cum dispenser! His dumpster! His sperm deposit! He was using me to get off in, training me to take his cock and loads then walking back out of my life as if nothing happened, HIS life completely unaffected by our encounters while MY life lay in shambles! I probably wouldn't hear from him until he needed me again, needed my mouth, throat, and asshole! I noticed the cum I'd shot earlier all over my torso, and suddenly felt extremely dirty! I go into the bathroom and sit on the toilet, trying to shit his load out! It took some straining, but my sore anus managed to dump out a sizable load into the toilet before I gently wiped and flushed! Then I took another shower, washing off the stink of sex, washing off Adeem! I got dressed and left the motel as briskly as I could, the desk clerk smirking (knowingly) as I walked by, pretending not to notice him! "Goodbye..." he said, teasingly, "...hope you had a good time...? I'm SURE we'll see each other again soon!" he too taunted, as I walked out and practically ran back to my squad car, trying to look normal (as if nothing odd or out of the ordinary had just happened to me)! At first I worried the clerk might try to find me and cause trouble himself, but then I remembered that I'd paid cash for the room, and signed under an assumed name. `Pablo Rodriguez' didn't exist, at least not that I knew of, the clerk would have a hard time finding me, then I realized he likely wouldn't ever DO anything to go up against Adeem! So I had nothing to fear from him! I drove home to find my wife on the phone with her mother, the baby fed and sleeping soundly in his crib, and the smell of cooked food wafting through the house! I told my wife I wanted to take a shower and get the grime of the streets off of me. She waved me on (still on the phone), as I rushed into the bathroom to undress and shower again (I'd never been so clean before in my life)! I stood under the water for a few minutes, worrying about how I was going to pull off living these 2 separate and distinct lifestyles...? On ONE hand I was a loving and devoted husband and father and a good cop on The Force...yet on the other hand I was quickly becoming some black guy's sex bitch! I'd been lying to my wife a lot lately (something I've never done before), and felt absolutely terrible for it! When I got out of the shower (for the 4th time that day), I rubbed more ointment on my sore asshole, feeling it burn less as I rubbed it in! Changing into my pajamas, I told my wife I was turning in early, feeling a little under the weather, which explained why my voice was sounding so harsh and raspy (when really it was from the throat-fucking)! Susanne said `goodnight', hoping I'd feel better in the morning, wanting to keep her distance as she didn't want to get sick too! __________________________________ This story was written by Eugene Marvin, aka NPhillydogg, AND Antonio Fernandez! 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Date: Thu, 5 Sep 2002 06:55:30 -0400 From: istari Subject: Mastering Alex 1 - 3 The following story describes the evolving relationship between and man and a soon-to-be thirteen-year-old boy. It is the story of a safe, loving, consensual, dominant/submissive relationship and does contain scenes of bondage, sado-masochism, etc. If that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading. This story is utter fiction, the product perhaps of my own childhood fantasies, and nothing more. Comments are welcome at istari_olias@hotmail.com Mastering Alex Chapter 1: Beginnings Snips and snails, and all that sort of thing. I guess that old bit of wisdom sums up most boys pretty well, but not Alexander. That is not what he is made of. He's a lot more complicated than that. My Alexander is a quiet, gentle boy, thoughtful and polite, prone to solitude and sadness, and, I suppose, he's really not mine. Alex is my younger brother, nearly fifteen years younger. He came along when I was fourteen, an unexpected and not entirely welcome accident on the part of my parents. At first I wasn't thrilled with the prospect of having a little nose-miner following me around through my high-school years, but it turned out, me being so much older, that there was no rivalry between us at all. In fact he worshiped me. He still does, but I guess I'm just now beginning to understand him. When I was nineteen and Alex was five, our parents where killed on the road. A little too much rain, a little too much darkness. And a little too much alcohol. A propensity which Alex and I have both inherited, I'm sorry to say. When it happened, I had already been out of the house for a couple of years, and headed for a world of trouble. In a flash I was on my own, and poor Alexander was an orphan. I was totally lost for a few years after that, trying to get through college and figure out who I was. Even though Alex was my little buddy, there was no way I could take care of a five-year-old boy. I wish I could have, but it just wasn't going to happen. There were drugs. I can admit that now. Growing up in a house where alcohol was consumed every day had an inevitable influence on the eldest son, and the youngest too, though mom and dad never lived to see it in Alex as they saw it me. Dad was never mean when he got blasted, I was, and got kicked out of the house at least once a week from the time I was thirteen. I suppose drugs were unavoidable for me, and it started long before we lost our parents. Their sudden absence just made it worse. I wish I could have been stronger back then, gotten my act together sooner, but I was screwed up and selfish, and still a boy myself. Alex went into foster care right away, and I went on being irresponsible and angry. I was in another state, both physically and mentally, during those next few years, and I only saw him three or four times. I always noticed the fading bruises on his face, the way he would shake and tremble when I hugged him, the sad look in his hazel eyes (a perfect copy of our mother's). I made inquiries, but I was out of his life, and the concerns of an older brother with a bad reputation didn't carry much weight. It went on that way for three years. I knew he was being abused, but I had no rights and no say in my little brother's wellbeing. I could have taken him at nineteen, but instead I gave him away, choosing my addictions over my own flesh and blood. It was slowly killing me, knowing what was happening to the little guy and being powerless to stop it. Finally, in my last year of college, I decided to grow up. I realized I had to help myself first, before I could ever help Alex. It was a struggle, and it still is sometimes, but my addictions were behind me when I graduated and I had a great job already lined up. I decided I had to get him back. With the help of an old family friend, who happened to be a lawyer, I became my brother's guardian, and we've been a pair ever since. When we left family court that day four years ago, he looked up at me with wounded eyes, as if to ask `why didn't you save me sooner?' "I wish things could have been different, Lexi," I told him as I took his hand. His grip was light and unsure. "Me too," he said. Things have been different. We live in the old house where I grew up, and where Alex was actually born. My career pays me well, and mom and dad left us both a tidy inheritance. Alex can't touch his until he's eighteen, but we are allowed to invest it, and he's going to be a very wealthy young man when the time comes. I surprised myself that I'm quite a suitable guardian, and taking charge of him just seemed to come naturally. I'm quite strict with him, much more so than mom and dad ever were with either of us, but I want what's best for him, and my expectations are high. Alex is almost thirteen now, and he means everything to me. I suppose you want to hear what he looks like, and I don't mind describing him. I think I already mentioned that he has our mother's eyes. They're hazel, soft and thoughtful, quite haunting at times. He has her hair too, a chestnut brown which he likes to keep short. His nose is freckled, which he hates, but I find adorable. His skin has that natural tan that just comes to boys who spend a lot of time outdoors, which he loves to do. He stands almost five feet tall. He's slender and muscular, a product of the firm regime of weight training I've had him under since he was nine. His balls dropped about six months ago. Alex is one of those lucky boys with a long loose scrotum, so they hang quite low between his slender legs. His voice hasn't started to change yet, at least not noticeably, but it no longer has the high reedy timbre of a little boy. Alex is still hairless, but he's got a nice cock and balls on him. The men in our family have always been big down below, and Alex already has a good soft four inches, which gets close to six when he's hard. Unlike me, he's uncut which actually makes it look a little longer. We're very open, being just us guys, and he doesn't mind me seeing him naked. I'm not shy around him either. I've known I was gay ever since I was Alexander's age, but my attraction has always leaned toward the very young. I don't consider myself exclusively a lover of boys, in fact most of my real-life partners are older, but the attraction has always been there and I've never tried to deny it where Alex is concerned. He knows my love for him goes way beyond that of a mere brother, and he doesn't seem to have a problem with that. Quite the opposite. I'm already sure the boy is as bent as I am. Rather he was born this way, as I know I was, or if it evolved from his trauma in foster care, I can't say, but I suspect it is a little of both. There are certain elements of his personality that could only come from what those people did to him. For three years Alex was repeatedly raped and beaten by the couple assigned to his care. They were never charged, for the husband was a man of some influence, so I guess they're still out there, doing it all over again to someone else's little brother. Alex carries those scars inside him all the time, and they rule him in subtle ways. I see them often, though he thinks he keeps them from me. In the middle of a game we're playing, or during a ride in the car, or at night as we wind down and watch television, he'll suddenly seem to just fade away as if he were trying to send his mind someplace else. He cries in his sleep. There is a weary sadness that is always with him, in his eyes, in his expressions, in his voice, even in his actions. He tries to join his few friends in their rough play, to be brash and bold and reckless, to be all those things a little male is supposed to be, but that sadness drags him down like a great chain around his neck. I've seen it happen more times than I can count. He starts off loud and boisterous, but soon he sags and withers, and his voice goes still. His friends know he's different, and that's why so many just shun him after a while. It's a weight he carries everywhere, a terrible burden for narrow twelve-year- old shoulders to bear. The psychologists warned me when I first got him back that he was damaged, and he is, profoundly, but slowly we've managed to build a life together. He actually tried calling me dad for a few months, but the memory of our father, one he scarcely even remembers, always settled between us. It never felt comfortable. I do call him son once in a while, but somehow that's different. Grown men call boys that all the time, and it is a term of affection he's grown to accept. Whenever we're out, strangers ask me if I'm the father of this remarkably polite and thoughtful boy and I never know how to answer. Certainly I'm raising him, but, as I said before, things are different in our house. Alex is sexually precocious. I suppose that's an inevitable result of the abuse he was exposed to those three years. Even at the age of eight he was a fierce and committed masturbator. I'd hear him in his room at night and on weekend mornings, moaning and gasping in his high-pitched little boy orgasms. He'd make himself cum over and over again, forcing one dry orgasm after another from his eight- year-old body. He'd go until it became painful for him, and then he'd make his body do it again, his orgasmic cries mixed with tears and sobs. I was torn and puzzled by my brother's need for pain, and also very aroused by it. Of course I envisioned him lying there, his slender legs spread wide, his small hand racing up and down his erect penis, his toes curling as the spasms shot through him. My own dick pressed against my pants and we'd soon end up masturbating together, just in separate rooms. In those early months I did not know what to think, or what to do, about Alexander's heightened sexuality. I love that boy, and I fantasized about him all the time. But he was my brother, and a victim of unspeakable abuse. I couldn't risk adding to his trauma, and more and more I began to worry that I might not be able to help myself. Up until then it had always been look, don't touch, where boys were concerned. Having a boy so close, so alone, so vulnerable, was an almost unbearable torment for me. The fantasies kept getting stronger, and yes, darker. Often I imagined myself as his abuser, plunging my nine-inch cock into his small mouth as copious tears fell from his eyes. That fantasy disturbed me, but it also made me cum harder than I ever had before. Little did I know, that in the quiet darkness of his room, (the kid almost never turns a light on in there) Alexander was having fantasies to surpass my own. It went on this way for a year, until I was almost afraid to even hug him for fear I'd rip his clothes off on the spot and fuck his cute little ass right there on the kitchen floor. Alex noticed how I'd seemingly grown colder toward him, and this only increased his frenzied masturbatory habits, and the pervasive sadness that was slowly creeping into every corner of his soul. One night, three months short of his tenth birthday, he came to me in the darkness. I could see by the dim shadows of the moon that he was naked. We both slept that way, so it was really no surprise. What did surprise me was the fact that he was crying. Since he'd come to live with me he'd never let a single tear fall in my presence. He stood timidly beside my bed, then knelt down so we were eye to eye as I lay there. The sweet soft sound of his weeping tore at my heart. "Why can't you love me?" he asked. Never had I heard such desperate pain from such a small and innocent voice. Alex was old enough and wise enough to know what I was, and in that moment I suddenly realized how terribly it must hurt him, whenever my eyes wandered over the slender frame of a handsome young boy, yet always turned away from him. "I just don't want to hurt you," I remember saying. And that was the truth. His response was barely a whisper, and for the longest time I convinced myself he'd never said it. "Maybe I want you to." I pulled back the covers and Alex crawled in beside me. He was hard. He trembled as I held him and rubbed my hands up and down his back. He seemed so small, so fragile, this naked boy pressing against me for warmth and comfort. I kissed him softly on the cheek and promised I would love him forever. Alex sleeps with me now, almost every night, and my darkest fantasies, his deepest needs, are slowly coming into the light. You see, when I made that promise I had no idea what loving a boy like Alexander would really mean. Chapter 2: Golden Sunlight I opened my eyes slowly as the first rays of morning shone through the window of the old house. They cast their golden hue upon everything in the room, particularly the soft radiant skin of the twelve-year-old boy between my legs. The sun set aglow the soft blond hairs on his arms and legs. Little-boy fuzz is all it was. He'd be losing this in the next year or two, but for now I loved my down-covered boy. As had become our ritual, Alex was hungrily devouring my morning erection. He could only take about four inches of me down his throat, but he never stopped trying for more. His mouth was warm, and his soft lips felt like velvet against my cock. The boy was a natural cocksucker, and for nearly a year now I would awaken each morning to this wonderful sensation. There's nothing in the world quite so gratifying as a young boy sucking your dick. The first few times I pretended to remain asleep, but now I no longer bothered with such pretense. Some part of him needed to do this, and he needed me awake. I placed my hand behind his head and gently stroked his hair, gradually pressing him deeper and deeper onto my shaft. Alex gagged for a moment and I pulled him back, not wanting to choke him, no, not yet. He moved closer to me, folding up his beautiful legs as the morning sun warmed them. Again I saw my cock disappear into his mouth, his head bobbing up and down in a slow, well-practiced motion. Lust eventually consumed me, as it always did, and I grabbed hold of him with both hands and began to thrust, roughly fucking my boy's mouth for a good ten minutes as he lay limp and motionless between my legs. I pushed him away harshly just as I came, splashing my cum all over his face and hair. Ignoring the spunk dripping into his eyes, he dutifully lapped his tongue over my cock, cleaning the last of my seed with short tickling motions. When he'd finished, I drew the boy close and kissed him hard on the lips. "Your face is a mess," I said as I rubbed my spent cum deeper into his hair. "Go get a shower. Breakfast in ten." With a satisfied smile he wiped away the semen that had rolled down over his lips. A dribble of it still hung from his chin. Alex didn't say a word but obediently went of to the bathroom, giving me a nice long look at his perky little ass. The boy liked it best when I gave the orders. He was on time to the kitchen as always, clean and sparkling. His hair was still wet, but neatly combed. The ring in his left ear shimmered in the morning light. He was wearing a black tank top and an old pair of cut-off jeans that hugged him just tight enough to show off his boyish shape, not to mention the nice bulge between his legs. His socks were white, of course, and pushed down to his ankles. His black high-tops finished the ensemble of an twelve-year- old boy ready for the day's business. It was Saturday, which for me meant a relaxing day on the porch, sipping a few glasses of wine to pass the time. For young Alexander it meant work around the yard under my watchful eyes. We still live in our parents' home, an old stone farmhouse. We've got about ten acres of field and wood with mountains all around in the distance. My folks never farmed a day in their lives and neither do we, it is just a nice private setting in the country, and Alex and I have come to enjoy the benefits of not having nosey neighbors dropping by uninvited. Most of the original farm equipment and buildings are long gone, but there is the old barn. Mom and dad pretty much let it go, but I'm fixing it up to keep the place from looking too run down. Alex ate his cereal and downed his juice in a few man- sized gulps, then rested his hazel eyes on me awaiting his list of weekend chores. I usually work him from morning to dinnertime on Saturdays, unless he has plans with friends, which, as I've said, he sadly has very few. "Cut the grass, trim the hedges, then clean out the back stalls in the barn today. Think you can get all that done before dinner?" "I'll try, Steve," he said as he cleared away the dishes without being asked. Today's was a big assignment, but there was never an argument from him. Keeping our parents' house in the family was a promise we'd both made to each other last year. It's a lot of work for just two people, especially when one is just a kid. I do all the major stuff, but the yard and the old barn are Alexander's responsibility and I don't cut him much slack. Before he went out the door I took him by the arm and pulled him close. A little kiss on his forehead and the boy was on his way. By lunchtime the day was sweltering and humid, and Alex had gotten rid of his shirt. I watched him with the mower as his lithe slender body strained and stretched. The sun glistened off his bare shoulders. Alex is a beautiful boy, and the hard work and the weights we lift have shaped him up nicely. Not many twelve-year-olds' can boast abdominal ridges, but Alex has them, still vaguely defined of course, but they're there if you take the time to appreciate him, and very sexy. I fed him his lunch on the porch. He sat cross-legged on the floor, his plate balanced precariously on his lap. He was dirty and sweaty, and I could smell him. The sweet but unmistakably masculine scent of boy was intoxicating. He eyed my beer with a wanting expression as he stuffed another handful of chips into his mouth. I poured several sips into a plastic cup. He looked at me as if I'd just shot the family dog, not that we have one. "That all?" he asked. "Remember last month when you raided the liquor cabinet?" I'd been out for the evening and came home to find him sprawled out naked on the living room floor with a half- empty bottle beside him. He slurred some incoherent greeting in my general direction and proceeded to piss all over the rug. Alex giggled, but straightened up when he saw I wasn't laughing along with him. Seeing him drunk was just a pathetic sight, one I would not allow to be repeated. Giving the boy just those few sips really rubbed me the wrong way, but it would keep him from sneaking it behind my back. "The rug still smells," I told him, "and I don't feel like cleaning up after you again. Grow some hair on your balls, then, maybe, I'll let you share a bottle with me." Alex squeezed the boyish bulge in his shorts and rolled his eyes. "Think I'll get some soon?" he asked hopefully. "Probably," I replied, studying his developing young body in the midday heat. I figured it was just a few months before he started to sprout. "Too bad though. I happen to like you smooth." "You could always shave me," he said with a wicked smile. I got the impression he was serious. "Let's wait and see. A little hair on a boy can be sexy too." Alex adopted a thoughtful expression. "Am I? Sexy." "You're attractive, if that's what you mean. You've seen how people look at you. Men and women both, and other kids too." "What do you like best about me?" he asked, his voice somewhere between devil and innocent. I loved everything about him of course, but my eyes fell the nice and not so little package that filled his shorts. "I think you know the answer to that, grasshopper." The boy smiled knowingly, and dove back into his lunch. When the bottomless pit had snarfed his last hot dog, I sent him out the barn to finish up for the afternoon. I heard him clattering around in there for a while as I swept off the porch, but then it suddenly fell silent. After a few minutes I began to get concerned. Hoping he'd just decided to take a nap, but fearing he might have hurt himself, I made my way into the barn. The afternoon sun was peaking through the holes in the slats, and even though it hadn't housed any animals in decades, the musty odor was still there. I guess it mostly just smelled old. Everything was quiet inside, but as I approached the farthest stall, I heard a soft moan followed by a series of desperate frustrated grunts. The voice was high, and I knew I'd found my boy. I had a pretty good idea what he was up to. I peered round the stall slowly, and there he was. Alex was lying on the dirt floor, his shorts crumpled around his ankles, his knees drawn up. His right hand was on his young cock, which was standing proudly erect. Swift long angry strokes by its owner's hand battered it. After every forth or fifth stroke he'd stop and give his hairless balls a good slap. They were already a dark shade of red from his efforts. His left hand was equally busy. His index finger was pushing hard against his boy-hole. Alex shuddered and grunted every time it went in. He had an iron bit in his mouth, buckled around his head by ridiculously long leather straps meant for horses, not boys. He must have found his new toy among the forgotten tools in the loft above. I gazed at this soon to be twelve-year-old boy, methodically fucking himself like a horny little animal, torturing himself, I realized, as he swatted his maturing testicles again. The sounds he was making were coming from deep inside and soon they were mixed with heaving sobs of anguish and pain. Of course I had two choices. I could walk away and pretend I hadn't seen anything. Or I could stop him. Another blow to his poor nuts, this time with his clenched fist, made it an easy decision. "Alexander!" I shouted, before he could hurt himself again. Stunned, the boy looked up at me with wide eyes. Horror and shame filled them when he realized he'd been caught, and he just sat there sobbing uncontrollably. I knelt beside him and cradled him gently in my arms. Carefully I unbuckled the straps and took the bit from his mouth. He'd bitten down so hard his tongue was bleeding. His eyes wouldn't focus, and finally I had to shake him, then slap him, hard, to bring him around. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he cried, over and over. He tried to get up and run away, but I held him down, even as he struggled. It wasn't long before the fight went out of him. I slid his shorts off him the rest of the way, then carefully helped him to his feet. His balls were already returning to their healthy boyish pink, but they were swollen and looked very sore. He was still hard, and I could see pre-cum glistening on the end of his cock. I said nothing as I walked him back to the house and laid him down on the couch in the living room. He closed his beautiful eyes and pressed his spinning head into one of the pillows. I was back a moment later with a two cool moist towels. The first I placed in his hand. "Put this between your legs. Don't squeeze anything." Alex sighed at the cooling touch to his burning balls. With the other towel I gently wiped his face. I sat with him for nearly an hour, soothing him, wiping his forehead, just holding his hand. Finally he calmed down. Time for answers. "Why?" I asked softly. His eyes danced and his young face was clouded by shame once more. "I'm bad," he said in a small tearful voice. "Bad boys have to be punished. Don't they?" "Yes, they do," I agreed. "But what makes you think you're bad?" "This does," the boy said, looking down at his four- inch cock now lying soft against his tortured balls. "It's always getting hard." "Nothing bad about that, Alex. You look nice with a boner." He stared at me with his sad eyes, then turned his face away. "I'm always touching it. I try not to, but I can't help it. Boys aren't supposed to touch themselves down there." Alex said it with such earnestness, such certain conviction, that at first I didn't know quite how to react. "Who told you that?" I finally asked. The dark cloud of pain and memory that washed over him in that moment served as my answer. His abusers were still abusing him, even four years later. "I see. Were you punished, when you touched it?" The boy nodded gently and closed his eyes. I'd known for years that he caused himself pain, sometimes sexual, sometimes just every day stuff, but this was the first time he seemed intent on really damaging himself. That scared the hell out of me, but it also got me very, very hard. Something clicked inside, and it would change us both forever. "And now you punish yourself." Again poor Alexander nodded miserably, and his young voice crackled with emotion. "It just makes me harder now. No matter what I do it just keeps sticking up." "Do you cum, when you hurt yourself?" "Sometimes," the boy said guiltily. "Not every time." Alex sat up now and swung his feet onto the floor. Like most boys his age, they seemed a few sizes too big for the rest of his body. I thought they were adorable. He bent over and held his head in his hands. "God, I'm so messed up." "No, you're not," I said gently, standing over him. Suddenly he seemed so small and fragile, so lost, so young, which of course he was. "You're different. There is a name for what you are, you know. For people who need pain." "Freak, right?" he asked with rueful irony. I smiled softly as our eyes met. "No. Masochist." He looked at me in puzzlement. Obviously the boy had never heard the word before, and until now it never occurred to me that it might actually suit him. I'd always figured that was an adult sort of thing, but why should it be? I knew I was gay, and that I loved boys, when I was still just a boy myself. If a boy can be a boylover, why can't he be a masochist, or anything else his heart and soul desire? "What's that mean?" Alexander asked, still certain that if it applied to him it must be something bad. "It's someone who gets off on feeling pain. Someone who likes to hurt himself, or have other people hurt him. That describes you pretty well, doesn't it?" Alex did not hesitate. "Yes." "Then let me hear you say it." "Masochist." It was a strange word to hear from a twelve-year-old's mouth, but it seemed to be a comfort to him, as did the knowledge that he was not alone, and that I finally knew his darkest secret. His beautiful hazel eyes swam with tears as he gazed up at me. "Will you punish me from now on?" "When you need it." It was easy to give him the answer he wanted, but I knew the reality was going to be a lot harder. Raising a younger brother was difficult enough. Raising a child masochist was more than I knew how to do. But for Alex I would learn. I drew him to his feet and held him in my arms. The boy's slender legs were wobbly and shaking. "But right now I think you need something else." Alexander nodded softly and pressed his head to my chest. "No more tears now," I said, and led him off to the bed we shared. Chapter 3: Transformations "Fuck me," twelve-year-old Alexander said as we lay together in bed. It was early evening and the sun had yet to set in the long days of summer. The curtains were drawn though, shutting out much of the light. "You shouldn't ask me that," I replied, tenderly stroking his hair and kissing his neck. We enjoyed our intimacy, the warmth of our shared bed, our nude bodies pressed together. His skin was smooth and silken, and his freshly washed hair smelled faintly of strawberries. His urgent demand to have this ultimate act of possession performed upon him made everything seem suddenly harder and colder. I'd fantasized about getting Alexander's ass since the first day I brought him back home. He has a great little rear-end, two pale perfect round globes of smooth unblemished boyflesh. I gently rubbed them now as he lay with his back to me. "Please, Steve," he whispered desperately. He was trembling. "I've had it before." "I know you have," I said with deep regret. I love the thought of hard sex with boys, but no little five-year-old deserves to have his cherry popped before he even knows what it's all about, or what those funny things between his legs are for. I was twelve when a man took mine, and I still remember the thrill of knowing what was coming, feeling that man inside me, filling my young body until I could take no more. It was exhilarating and wonderful and I shot my first load of sperm that very day. How must it have been for Alex? He was just a baby when his virginity was stolen. It was confusion, and shame, and pain, and nothing more. "I know you have," I said again. "And that's why I can't." He rolled over and looked me in the eye. "That's why you have to. He hated me. You love me. You can make it a good thing, instead of a bad one." Alex has always been a serious boy, but this time there was a maturity in his expression, and a certainty in his voice that I had never noticed before. My little brother, my sweet Alexander, knew what he wanted and why he needed it. Strangely, I never actually said I would. We simply gazed at one another for a moment, as the evening slowly wore on, and we both knew this would be the night that changed things forever. I put him on his back and propped his head up with the pillows. Then I slowly jerked him off, making sure not to let him cum. Three times I brought him to the edge as he lay there moaning and squirming. His shaft was throbbing madly, the head a swollen shining purple crown. Taking a slender ankle in each hand, I folded his legs up to his chest and he held them there without being told. I gave him an encouraging smile and studied his cute little hole. It was pink and hairless and very clean. I pressed a finger to his opening. Alex relaxed his muscle and my invading probe slid easily inside the boy. He gave a little gasp, then gazed at me with dreamy eyes. He was warm and wet inside, and just a little tight. I took my time exploring him with that single finger, occasionally brushing against his immature prostate. He squealed a bit each time I touched his little joy button, and he licked his tongue over his lips. After I'd loosened him, and gotten his juices started, I added a second finger, stretching his little ring as it clenched around the twin invaders. A deep groan issued from his throat as I rolled my fingers around inside him. The boy's erection was straining now, and I saw a few drops of pre-cum glistening on the tip. I must have spent the next half-hour fingering him. By the end his little cunt was moist and soft, and a constant stream of prostatic fluid was dribbling from his young cock. All the while I was impossibly hard, fighting my urge to open him forcefully. "I'm going to take you now," I said. My twelve-year-old was panting, but he eyed me with desperate need, and just a little fear. Placing my hands on the back of his knees, to help him stay in position, I then began a slow, leisurely penetration. Alex wiggled and squirmed as my nine inches gradually impaled him. He was trying to get more of me inside him, clenching his hungry little hole around my cock. "Do it harder," the boy whispered in a far away voice. His eyes were tightly closed as pain and pleasure surged through his slender frame. Alex was too young to know that a good slow relentless fuck is what a boy really needs. I was about to educate him. It took a lot of effort not to cum in those first few minutes. The boy's ass was so warm and so tight. Watching my cock disappear inside his slender body, spread submissively for my pleasure, was almost more than I could bear. But I was going take him. Possess him. Own him. After tonight he would never think of that old bastard again when he had a dick up his ass. With each steady, forceful thrust, I made him take a little more of me, and in so doing I took a little more of him. Slowly I increased the rhythm, pounding his hairless ass. He was sweating and panting now, making strange animalistic cries deep in his throat. Pain wracked the boy's sweet face as he writhed and struggled, and yet his young cock was as hard as ever. "I'm hurting you," I said as I pulled out all the way and rammed myself back in. It was not a question, but a fact. "Unnnggh!!" he cried. "Yes, yes." His voice was a barely audible squawk. Watching a pre-teen boy endure an anal orgasm is a terribly gratifying experience. Alexander's lasted for a good ten minutes as I brutally fucked him. The kid was hysterical, clawing at the mattress, rolling his head from side to side, drooling like a little madman. His cock stood straight and hard, but he could not cum. More than once he reached for his dick, only to have me smack his hands away. "Never touch yourself when I'm fucking you," I hissed. Alexander was weeping now, his voice long since spent. Soft cries and whimpers where all he could manage as I neared my climax. With a final series of vicious thrusts I came inside my boy, my gentle Alexander. His weeping turned to fitful sobs as I slowly pulled out of his ruined hole. The dark thought of making him suck me clean entered my head for a moment, but this I could not ask of him. He had already given me the last full measure any boy can give. I collapsed beside him and showered him with tender kisses. He buried himself in my arms and cried himself out. "Are you alright?" I asked him softly. "Yes, sir," he replied. Somehow his answer seemed fitting. With a single finger I pressed once more against his battered rectum. Alex shivered and whined plaintively as it went in. "Who does this belong to?" I asked. "You, sir," came the boy's instant response. "And this little thing?" I demanded as I stroked his cock to a new erection. "You, sir," Alex said humbly. I was starting to like being called sir. Next I grabbed his balls harshly in my hands, squeezing them just enough to make him moan. "And these?" "You, sir," the boy was repeating it now like a catechism. I pulled him close and we snuggled together in silence. It was well past midnight now. A new day had come, in so many ways. Every so often as we lay there he would shed a few more tears, but he sighed softly as his head fell upon my chest. I stroked his hair and ran my fingers playfully over his ear. "It's good now," he said, his voice still weak and shaking. "I love you." I just kissed him again in answer. Another quiet hour had passed, but we were both still awake. Something unspoken lay between us and I knew neither of us would sleep until we brought it out in the open. I sat him up at the head of the bed, pillows all around him. He gracefully crossed his legs. I did the same, and there we were eye to eye, naked and exhausted. "Honest time now, Alex," I said, and I laid a hand across his thigh. Smooth and silken and boyishly muscular. "You and I just did something we can never take back." "I know." "Then the question is where do we go now?" Alex thought about that for a long time, and I could see in his face that he had an answer. "Where . . . where do you think we should go?" I shook my head. "I'm not going to make this easy on you. I asked you an important question, and I expect an answer. Tell me what's inside, Alexander. Tell me what your heart says." He cast his eyes down. "I . . . " I reached out gently and lifted his chin. "Look at me. What does it say?" Alex nodded slowly and sat up a little taller. "It says I belong to you." I took both of his hands into my own. What followed, I thought, was the hardest question of all. "What do you call a person who belongs to someone else?" His eyes danced, and he fought a slight shiver as the answer came to him. "You call that person a slave." There it was. It was out. And now we'd have to deal with it. "Is that what you want to be?" I asked. I suppose it was yet too difficult for him to say the word again, but he nodded his head slowly and emphatically. I wasn't convinced a boy so young could now what it really meant, or what the consequences would be. "Let me explain something to you, Alex. Don't say anything until I'm finished. If we do this, it's for real. It's not a game we'll play in bed for a few hours each night. It's real life. I don't know much about it, but I do know it is not something you just turn on and turn off whenever you feel like it. Does that make sense?" Twelve-year-old Alexander nodded again. I got up from the bed and stood beside it. I gestured him to do the same. My strong, slender, naked boy stood bravely before me. "Kneel," I said in a soft whisper. Alex dropped to his knees instantly and looked up at me with wonder in his eyes. "I want to hear you tell me what you want." Alex swallowed hard and somehow said the words. Even understanding who he was, and what he needed, I knew it had to be very difficult for him. "I want to be a slave." Never had I been so proud of him. "Stand up." He obeyed. "This is a big decision," I said, "and I don't expect you keep your word right now. I want you to sleep in your own bed tonight. You need to think hard about this. Be honest with yourself. I can't do that for you. Tomorrow morning you can tell me again, if that's what you really want." Alex seemed relieved. Things were apparently moving a little too fast for him. He hugged me, and thanked me, then walked off to his room, which he rarely slept in. His steps were ginger and awkward, his body still reeling from the merciless fucking I'd given him hours before. "Alex," I said to him just as he was getting into the hallway. My naked boy turned and looked at me. "No matter what you decide, I will always protect you, and I will always love you. Nothing will change that." He smiled softly and disappeared into the darkness.

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Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2002 19:48:39 -0500 From: istari Subject: Mastering Alex 25 The following story describes the evolving relationship between and man and a thirteen-year-old boy. It is the story of a safe, loving, consensual, dominant/submissive relationship and does contain scenes of bondage, sadomasochism, etc. If that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading. This story is utter fiction, the product perhaps of my own childhood fantasies, and nothing more. When we last left our hero, he was just hanging around, literally. Alex' adventure at the party now continues. Thanks to all of Alexander's loyal readers who've stuck with me as the story evolves. Your comments, criticisms, and suggestions are always well received. Enjoy! Comments are welcome at istari_olias@hotmail.com Mastering Alex Chapter 25: Suffering Artist At first Alex just hung there, his head nearly twelve inches above the floor, but soon he began to writhe about, struggling to get his arms free, little cries issuing from his throat and a priceless look of fear in his young eyes. "Calm down, Alex," Bartholomew said gently, running his hands over the boy's right leg. I did the same for his left. "You're perfectly secure. Don't be afraid." Alex closed his eyes tightly. I put my hands on either side of his narrow hips and gave him a little push, watching him swing back and forth like a piece of meat on a hook. Several minutes were allowed to pass in this fashion, and then, at Bartholomew's instruction, I released the boy's arms and lowered them slowly. Alex' fingertips just barely grazed the floor. If you listened carefully enough, you could just hear them scraping. Finally I removed the harness, exposing his chest and back. "Just one more thing," Bartholomew said, "and we'll be ready." `One more thing' was a wooden yoke, square and hinged and about two feet long on every side with a sizeable hole for the neck. "An antique from China," Bartholomew explained. "I'm quite proud of it." He opened it by its single ornate hinge and fitted it carefully around Alexander's slender neck. "Don't panic," he told him soothingly, as Alex tensed and struggled once more. "It has some weight to it, but it won't choke you. Just as with your master, you will always be safe with me." Bartholomew clicked the lock in place on the opposite side, and Alex was now yoked. Aside from its obvious humiliating affect, it would also prevent him from moving his head or looking up to see what was happening to him. Alex could only gaze straight ahead at the unfamiliar faces of masters and slaves he'd never met. "Try to open your eyes, Alex," I heard Bartholomew say. I knelt down a bit and saw my boy's beautiful hazel orbs flutter open. Hanging upside-down, his surroundings must have seemed strange and disorienting. Normal things take on a very different impression when one's perspective has changed so dramatically. Alex blinked rapidly at first and moved his eyes quickly from side to side. The boy discovered he could turn his head in the yoke from left to right, he just could not move it up or down. And then, suddenly, he broke into a wild fit of laughter. At first I thought the boy poor boy was freaking out, and by the reaction of others in the room I wasn't the only one, but then his laughing died down to a boyish giggle and he told me, "Everyone looks so funny! All upside-down like that!" "Sweetie, you're the one . . ." "I know, I know," he said with thirteen-year-old aplomb, "but it helps if I think of it the other way around." My clever Alex. Bartholomew selected a long knotted cat and stood before the boy. All Alex could see of him was his booted feet. It was a strange scene. This man was not quite old enough to be our grandfather, but still the contrast between the gray-haired master and the hairless young boy was striking. "Alex, I'm going to whip you now. As hard and as long as I wish. The only thing that will stop me is your safeword. It is my intention to make you use it. Understand?" "Yes, sir," came a brave but truly frightened response. The boy's cock was painfully erect, kept in that state by the leather strap tied tightly around it. Bartholomew turned his eyes to me. "Does the boy have permission to cum?" "He does," I said without hesitation. "Then he shall." It began with a few gentle and loving strokes of Alexander's penis administered by firm, expert hands. The boy shivered and moaned as the pleasure washed over him. Tied off as it was, his cock had swollen to an unnatural thickness, such a large organ for such a lean and slender boy. His young hairless balls had turned a nice shade of purple. Bartholomew gave them each a firm squeeze as he continued to force Alex' foreskin up and down over the dark, glistening crown. The boy's juices were flowing freely, as they always did when the little man got excited. A single line of clear pre-cum was dangling from the tip of his cock, hanging in mid-air, working its way slowly toward the ground. The boy's breathing was coming in raspy pants now, and he was moaning loudly. He was getting close. Bartholomew stopped just short of letting Alex cum. Then he went to work with the cat. It whistled through the warm humid air and cracked sharply against the boy's stomach. No gentle introductions, instead a hard and cruel and excruciating demonstration of pain that was only just beginning. Alex gasped and moaned, but did not cry out. Bartholomew gave him another one, even harder than the first. Alex grunted and hissed through clenched teeth. Another one, across his chest. This one leaving immediate welts. And another immediately after, wrapping the lashes of the cat around his thighs. The boy writhed sharply in his bonds and moaned again, the pitch of his voice quite a bit higher than before. "Think you're not going to cry for me, don't you, Alex?" Bartholomew asked in a tone that somehow reflected both softness and extraordinary malice. Alex just hung there in silence for a moment. Then I heard him whisper, "I won't ever cry for you, sir," under his breath. A blatant challenge from a thirteen-year-old boy. Bartholomew's eyes lit up with a purposeful fire. I knew Alex had just made a big mistake. `Never dare a sadist,' would become one of his favorite sayings, a lesson well and painfully learned this day. The cat sang in the air once more, cracking against the boy's abdomen. Alex screamed for the first time, loud and high and piercing. The scream of a boy. The scream of a child. Soon his screams were coming in quick succession, the echo of the last not quite dying before the next took its place, and always accompanied by the sound of nine slender strands of leather upon tender young skin. The boy's front side, from his thighs to his chest, was covered in dark red lines and angry welts. Alex was heaving and gasping and groaning between shrieks of agony. He flinched instinctively now, every time he heard the whistle and snap of the leather. For me, simply standing there, observing his suffering, rather than inflicting it myself, was a profoundly difficult, yet profoundly satisfying experience. I knew, every bit was well as Alex himself did, that he could twist me and turn me in practically any direction he liked. Alex was the master where those kinds of things were concerned. When he wanted it hard, he worked it out so he got it that way, delivered by my own loving hands. When he wanted it soft, the same. Being aware of the fact did little to change it. This was different. Bartholomew was not going to play the boy's clever little games. All three of us knew it, although Alex was likely the last to figure it out. He clenched his fists tightly as Bartholomew walked around behind him, allowing the cat to drag along the floor. Just the sound of it was enough to leave the boy shaking. Before the blows resumed, Bartholomew reached around and again took the thirteen-year-old's penis into his hands. This time the strokes were harsh and fast, his grip tight and unrelenting. Alex whined plaintively as his sensitive young cock was roughly abused. Of course with the yoke around his neck, he could not look up to see what was happening, but he could feel those cruel invisible hands working his most tender flesh. I could tell by my boy's weak, almost frantic groans, that he was not enjoying himself very much. "Why aren't you cumming, Alex?" Bartholomew asked in a wicked voice. He slapped the boy's cock, hard. Alex yelped and wiggled his hips, earning him yet another slap. I thought I heard the first little sob issue from his throat, but Bartholomew wanted more. He picked up the cat and began working on the boy's backside. A new round of screams began. It was not savage or violent as one might expect, and that, of course, was the secret of its great cruelty. Slow. Cold. Controlled. Meticulous. Each blow an individual work of art by the master handling the lash, each designed to inflict maximum pain with minimal force. I watched them carefully, the aging sadist and the child masochist as they slowly lost themselves in their natural roles. With every scream, every high-pitched little wail, every mournful whimper, it seemed Alex was speaking in a language all his own, one very few would ever understand. Most would turn away in pity, but Bartholomew only increased the frequency and severity of the lessons he was administering. All the while the boy's erection remained in plain view, dripping and throbbing. Bartholomew finally tossed aside the cat and selected a long, fearsome whip. Alex, naturally, could not see it coming, but he did sense it. I watched him tense as it was drawn back for the first time. It tore into his back with unbelievable force, causing the boy to jerk and swing violently in his bonds. There was no scream, for the pain had taken Alex' breath away. I walked round behind the frame and could see the slender welts and deep bruises left by the cat. The first mark of the whip was also there, right across the small of his back, red as fire. Then it snapped through the air again, landing on the boy's badly beaten behind, already a deep shade of crimson. I watched for several more minutes as the whip did its work. Bartholomew was less swift with the blows now, allowing the boy more time to recover. It was a small gesture of tenderness I suspected he would not have given for one older or more experienced. Still Alex was close to hysterics. And he was indeed crying, fitfully, desperately. It was a strangely beautiful sound, echoing through the large building. I suddenly noticed that it was the only sound I could hear. Everything else had stopped, and those present, masters and slaves alike, were watching the boy's ordeal in utter silence. Alex hung there by his ankles, battered and beaten and sobbing, and we all knew it was not over. Bartholomew did not gloat over his victory; rather, he acknowledged the boy's tears with a gentle loving squeeze of his cute young feet. Alex sniffled and whimpered. Then the cat was drawn up again to rain its master's fury down upon the helpless boy with renewed vigor. "Ahhaaa," Alex groaned. "No. No, please stop. Please." The first coherent words Alex had managed to say in quite some time. And another round of blows swiftly and harshly delivered. "Please! It hurts so bad!" Bartholomew stopped, but only to look at me from behind Alex' bruised and welted body. The boy glistened with sweat, and he was swinging gently forward and back on the ropes, a residual motion from the brutal force of the last blow. His slender arms dangled limp and lifeless, his fingers grazed the floor. "Master Steven, your boy is making far too much noise. If you would be so kind as to gag him, we will continue." I'd set the ball-gag aside earlier. It was there with the rest of his gear, not far from the frame. I picked it up and knelt down in front of him. The boy's eyes were swollen from exhaustion and filled with anguish. "Please don't," he begged me softly, but he did not resist as I opened his mouth and stuffed the ball inside. I reached behind his head and buckled the straps tightly. He wiggled in protest as best he could, and then Bartholomew did indeed continue, once again with the whip. It curled around his thighs, and cracked against his back, forcing a new chorus of anguished cries from the boy's throat. The brief pause seemed to have given Alex his lungs back, and he screamed under the lash with renewed strength. When finally the boy was reduced to sobs and whimpers, Bartholomew cast the whip aside and took the thirteen-year-old's swollen cock into his hands again. Alex hissed and cried out through his gag. He writhed and shook violently in his bonds. With his nerves whipped raw and his mind flashing with pain, the mere touch to his penis was electric. Before long, Bartholomew had the boy grunting and gasping and curling his toes. "You're going to cum now, Alex," he said softly. And he did. Alex let out a frantic little wail, muffled by the gag, then shot his young sperm in violent spasms. The boy's entire body shuddered as the contractions of ejaculation swept over him. Then his muscles went limp and he hung there, spent and panting and crying quietly to himself. His was not the only voice. I was suddenly aware of a rising chorus of murmurs and whispers, all in praise and appreciation of this brave young boy, my brother, my slave. I'd quite forgotten that Alex had drawn a crowd, lost just as he was in his exquisite torment. Now I turned and faced them and met the approving gestures of other masters. Several stepped forward and shook my hand, congratulating me on training Alex so well and so quickly. Then they would pause and gaze at the slender boy suspended by his ankles, admiring the colorful collection of bruises and welts that covered him from his chest to his ankles. Blue and purple and deep red, Bartholomew had used the boy's body as a living canvas for his special art, and Alex, who would wear those marks with pride, was still sobbing, softly. With an unspoken gesture, Bartholomew indicated it was time to get the boy down. The yoke come off first. Quite a bit of the boy's cum had fallen upon it. The boy's genitals were untied next, the release of pressure allowing one last tiny stream of sperm to dribble out. I removed his gag. He'd bitten down so hard from the pain that it bore the marks of his teeth from that day forward. "No talking," I told him, but I knew my Alex was incapable of words at the moment. A little moan was the only sound he made. Beaten and battered as he was, getting him upright again proved a difficult task. He cried out for a moment and struggled against my touch as I gently lifted his neck and shoulders, bending him at the waist, his legs still above his head. Once I had him under control, Bartholomew released the ropes and slowly lowered him to the ground. Alex gasped when his backside first touched the cold floor. He lay there quietly, with his arms at his sides, wiggling his fingers and clenching them into loose fists, staring up at the bondage frame, blinking his beautiful eyes in a slow thoughtful rhythm. I'd seen him perform this ritual before at the end of our scenes, his way of absorbing all that had happened and calming himself. I knelt beside him and ran my hands gently through his hair, soaked with sweat. I kissed him on his sweet little nose and he smiled for me. "You really are something," I said. And I meant it. Alex slowly moved his arm toward me, and I took his hand. He closed his eyes and held on tightly. I thought about that light and unsure grip I remembered from five years ago, when I first took him back home, and how so much had changed. I gave his hand a firm squeeze and he squeezed back. Bartholomew stood over us both, and again he was the kindly gentleman we'd first encountered. "We should get him on his feet," he said to me gently. "Have the boy walk around, then you can lay him down for a while. There are suites on the second floor, I'll see that one is made ready for you." Alex gave no sign of protest as we slowly sat him up. His breathing had slowed to a less frantic pace now, but it was still quick and shallow. "Deep breaths, Alex," I said. "Take your time." Once he seemed to be more in control, Bartholomew and I each put a hand under his arms and raised him to his feet. Alex groaned and winced, and he swayed awkwardly from side to side, his beautiful legs barely able to support his weight. I rubbed his shoulders. He leaned his head back against my chest. "Come on, sweetie, walk around." I pushed Alex gently to get him moving. I kept a close eye on him but let him choose his own course. He walked around the bondage frame, studying it with tired young eyes, casually running his fingers over the wooden supports. It seemed to hold more of a fascination for him now than it had before. Alex bent over slowly, grimacing from the pain, and picked up the cat-o-nines where Bartholomew had dropped it. It was slightly longer than the one he and I always used, the leather straps a bit thinner, the knotted ends a bit smaller and tighter. Holding the grip in his left hand, he gently played the straps around his thighs and over his cock and balls. He inspected it closely, fingering the leather and feeling its weight in his hand. Finally with a self-satisfied nod, he put it back on the empty hook on the wooden frame and made his way back to me. During this time Bartholomew had disappeared, and I noticed so too had all of Alex' gear. I was just taking the boy gently into my arms when the old gentleman returned. I spun my boy around tenderly to face him, but I still kept my arms around his shoulders, noticeably broader than they had been at the start of this wild and amazing summer neither of us would ever forget. The experienced sadist stood before my tired young masochist and offered his hand. Alex took it with a smile, sincere, if weakened by exhaustion. "You've got mettle, young man," Bartholomew said. "I nearly broke a sweat. Next time there will be no holding back. Clear?" With wide awestruck eyes Alex slowly nodded his head. Bartholomew then handed me a key. "Upstairs, third door on your right. I've taken all his things up already. You'll find some lotions for him on the nightstand. Take as long as you like. The room is yours for the duration. There's always something going on, so don't worry about missing any of the fun." I handed the key to Alex and then took his hand. Together we headed for the stairs at the far end of the carriage house. There were still a few masters and slaves loitering about as we retired, and of course the collection of naked young men chained to the wall. None of them had moved since we arrived. "I enjoyed hearing you scream, Alex," Bartholomew said darkly from behind, firing his last calculated blow at the boy. Alex trembled and turned his head for just a moment. I didn't see my boy's eyes, but I did see Bartholomew's, and I knew that a challenge had just been made and accepted. Alex didn't say a word. He pressed his sore and tired body against me, as close as the pain would allow, and I helped him stagger up the steps. Our room was indeed a suite, with a comfortable sitting area, a spacious bathroom with sunken tub, a modest kitchenette, and of course a large bedroom. It was softly lit throughout and decorated in a modern style with sleek, clean-lined furniture and contrasting colors. We both smiled at each other when we entered, for it was clear Bartholomew had chosen this room specifically for its bright d�cor, a perfect fit for a thirteen-year-old boy. "Would you like a bath first?" I asked, as I held his head against my chest, fingering one of the silvery rings on his collar. He looked up at me and blinked his tired eyes once. I pulled gently pulled him along and he followed me into the bathroom. "Start the water, Alex." He did. The steam began to rise immediately. "Undress me." He did. Sore and covered in bruises and welts, he did. I was hard and dripping instantly. "Do you want this?" I asked, taking the boy's hand and wrapping it around my cock. He nodded slowly and a little tear ran down his cheek. "Kneel." That was harder for him. He winced and whimpered as he dropped to his knees. "Pleasure your master." Words Alex had heard from me before, but never after he had endured so much pain or been so completely worn out and exhausted. He took me into his mouth. It was dry from screaming, but his tongue was soft and warm and wonderful. A small chorus of muffled boyish groans began as he worked my cock deeper and deeper down his throat. I could tell he was tired and struggling just to stay on his knees, but he did his best. I laid my hands on his shoulders and massaged him gently. "Don't let me cum, save it for later." "Mmmmph." For several minutes he kept me on the edge, until I finally had to make him stop. I helped him stand up again and drew him close, careful not to hug him too tightly. Still he whimpered when I put my right arm around him. I reached down and cupped my left hand around his balls, kneading them in their loose hairless scrotum. He shuffled his feet and moved closer, enduring the silent anguish of his welted skin pressed again mine. Another whimper came as I gently brushed against his soft penis. It twitched involuntarily. I laid Alex' five inches of flesh across the palm of my hand and gently rubbed it with my thumb. Still velvety soft like a boy's should be, but thick and substantial, a beautiful organ for a beautiful young man of thirteen. I raised his tired eyes to my own and kissed him on the lips. His tongue danced playfully with mine as I let his penis flop back down against his balls and worked my hand delicately over his stomach and chest, causing him to take a sharp breath. I stopped to play with his nipples. They hardened instantly at my light touch. Then I bent over and took the left one into my mouth. "Aaahh," he sighed as I bit down gently. After both were given the same treatment for several minutes, I stood over him again, still nearly a foot taller than the growing boy. "Bend over, Lexi." He did, and I gently tugged on his butt-plug, loosening him a bit first before I pulled it out with a single motion. Alex grunted and gave me a high-pitched little squeal. As always, cleaning the plug was his responsibility. He took it to the sink and washed it off without having to be told. By the time the boy was finished, the water was warm and steamy in the sunken tub. I fished my keys from the pocket of my jeans, lying crumpled on the floor, and unlocked the boy's cuffs. Alex stood as straight and still as he could, but his young body was quivering now from exhaustion. I set the boy's restraints aside, and last removed his collar. "Get in the tub, sweetie." Alex stepped in gingerly, giving me a good look at the deep bruises that covered his behind and the backs of his thighs. The welts on his back were already fading a little, turning from their angry red to a soft pink. He didn't quite know what to do with himself once he was in the water. Sitting down was not something he'd be able to do for quite some time. I got in after him, then gently pulled the boy down in front of me, setting him between my legs, letting him rest his tortured back against my chest. He sighed and lay his head back onto my shoulder. His eyes were half-closed, his breathing soft and quiet. I rubbed his arms and held his hands. After a leisurely soak, I got him up and dried him off with great care. Then we walked hand in hand to the bedroom. I lay him across the bed on his stomach. He looked at me with hopeful, loving eyes. I lay down beside him for just a moment, caressing his back. Alex winced and whimpered and let out a long sigh. "Are you alright?" I asked. "I want the truth." The boy nodded slowly into his pillow. I ran a finger softly around his ear, then massaged the back of his neck. There was a bottle of lotion on the small table beside us. I squeezed a liberal amount into my hands and worked it slowly into his back. It smelled faintly of sweet pine, and Alex breathed in the vapors deeply. He flinched now and again at my touch, but I was careful to be light and gentle with him, applying the cooling, healing lotion, and pausing often to hold his hand. When the boy was nearly asleep, I squeezed his shoulder firmly and left the bed. "Don't move," I told him. Alex let out one of those ironic little laughs that only boys of thirteen can manage convincingly. Briefly I explored the bedroom, not at all surprised to find the large mahogany armoire filled with all variety of fun toys for use on a young slave. I selected a rather mean looking dildo, thick and twisted with a large bulbous end. And then a harsh pair of nipple clamps for later. Alex was breathing softly when I returned, but I saw his eyes flutter and knew he was still awake. I raised his head, tenderly but firmly, and took the pillow away. He dropped his head weakly onto the mattress and I worked the pillow under his stomach, raising his rear end a bit higher. The old bed creaked as we moved around, and he moaned softly. Instinctively he spread his legs, and I gave the backs of his thighs a little pat of affection. "Good boy," I said, as I lubed the dildo, making sure a few drops fell onto his back, just to let him know what was coming. I held the frightful looking thing before his tired eyes as he lay with his head turned to one side. "Do you want this?" I asked. I honestly couldn't tell if the muffled sound that escaped was a yes or a no, but of course his answer would not have changed anything. My index finger was nice and slippery from the lube, and I stuck it into his quivering boy-hole, all the way down to the knuckle, with no resistance at all. The larger plug had opened him nicely, and I worked one, then two, then finally three fingers inside him. Alex wiggled and groaned, then gave me a plaintive little cry when I pulled out. I moved close and licked my tongue around his opening, enjoying the fragrant musky smell of a very young teenaged boy. Alex gasped and trembled. My tongue had touched just about every part of his body over the past two months, but this was something new and exciting. I only gave him a few brief seconds of this pleasure, just enough to make him long for it when it was taken away. From the sound he made, I knew he was not happy that I stopped. "You have to earn your pleasure from now on, Lexi," I said sharply. "Pain on the other hand . . ." And I forced the dildo inside him. His head left the mattress and he screamed in agony. It was an enormous prong for a boy so young to take, but seven of its ten inches were quickly inside him, its thick round head no doubt causing endless torment to his already over-stimulated prostate. I left it in him like that for a minute or so while I worked my hands roughly between his legs and played with his cock and balls. "Don't you dare get hard," I told him, knowing it was an impossible demand to make of a thirteen-year-old boy. Which was, of course, exactly why I said it. For the next half-hour I casually abused him with the dildo. Sometimes hard and fast, causing him to writhe and sob and shout, sometimes slow and gentle, causing him to moan and coo in delight, sometimes just leaving it in him, making him wonder when it would start again. After that first thirty minutes, as he lay panting and trembling, I once again reached beneath him, and there, of course, I felt a six-inch hard boy-cock pressed and throbbing against the pillow. "What did I tell you?" I scolded him a low menacing voice. "You will be punished." "I can't help it, master," he said, his newly pubescent voice crackling awkwardly. Immediately I gave him a hard spanking, the dildo still inside him driven yet deeper as my hands rained down upon his already bruised and welted behind. I only gave him twenty, but in his current state it was enough to drive him into a new round of frantic screams and cries. "That was for speaking without permission," I explained after he'd calmed down. "We'll deal with your erection later." I pulled the dildo out of him and let it fall onto the floor with a thud. Without allowing him a moment's pause, I entered him and gave my boy a good long fuck. The only sounds around us were the creaking of the bed and his soft moans as he lay beneath me. I sped up as I got closer to the edge, and soon we were both panting and groaning. Alex was grinding his slender hips into the pillow. I knew what he was doing, and he'd have to pay a price for it later, but for now we were both deeply and truly lost in one another. I felt Alex' muscles tense as I came inside him, and he cried out as he spilled his seed, his second orgasm of the day. I pulled out and rolled him onto his back. His cock, already softening, flopped against his thigh, five inches of horny, beautiful thirteen-year-old flesh, wet and shiny with his young juices. Alex looked at me with dancing eyes. I crawled closer to him and presented my cock, close to his face. "Clean it." Bless his young heart, he was actually confused. He looked around for a rag. I moved myself closer until my dick was almost touching his lips. Then he understood and his eyes filled with dread. "Use your tongue, Lexi." This was clearly something he did not want to do, but he bravely raised his head and opened his mouth. I felt is warm wet tongue lapping timidly against my cock. The mere thought of him licking his own shit and my cum off the flesh that had just been used to roughly fuck him was quite a turn on. I grabbed a handful of his short chestnut-brown hair, damp with sweat, and pressed myself yet closer. "You'll have to do better than that." I felt the boy suppressing a gag, and then he went to work with renewed focus. His eyes were tightly closed. I could tell Alex was hating every moment of this, but he did it, because he was a slave, and his master had given him an order. After a few minutes, I gently pushed him away. My dick was wet with Alex' saliva, and perfectly clean. His hands were shaking as he stared at me. There was a look of shock, and even, was it, yes, a little anger, on his sweet young face. "You hate me right now, don't you?" I asked. He turned his face away from me. "Answer me when I ask you a question, Alex. Speak." His voice was low and quiet when he finally answered. "Yes, sir." "'Yes, sir', what?" "Yes, sir, I hate you right now." "Good. How does that make you feel? Hating me." Alex was silent for a moment. Then he turned his beautiful eyes on me once again. They were blazing. "Makes me feel like I want to tell you to fuck off and leave me alone, or something like that." "Then why don't you?" "You know why," he answered sharply. "Watch that tone, young man. Tell me why." "Because I'm a slave. It doesn't matter if I love you or hate you. I'm your slave." The emphasis on `your' was unmistakable. "And I can do whatever I want to you, can't I?" "Yes, sir." "Lie down on your back." He did. I took the nipple clamps from the side table and crawled over him so that we were face to face. Alex was still so small and slender beneath me. Leisurely I rubbed the boy's little dime-sized nubs, suckled them and bit down gently. They were hard and glistening with moisture when I opened the first of the clamps and closed it slowly around his left nipple. Alex hissed and jerked wildly beneath me. A firm hand on his chest made him lie still again. I placed the second clamp in the same fashion as the first. They were a rather nasty set, with tiny metal teeth designed to dig into the soft pink flesh. "Do they hurt?" I taunted cruelly. "Awwwwhahh, goddammit, yes!" Alex thrashed his head from side to side as tears began to run from his eyes. I sat back, resting my weight on the boy's shapely legs, watching the taut lean muscles in his stomach contract has he struggled to breathe against the pain. I circled my fingers around his cute little navel, sending the ticklish boy into spasms of anguished laughter. In that moment his body seemed so tight I thought he might snap, every muscle was tensed and hard as steel. In fact only one part of his anatomy was soft at the moment, and I had to smile at that. I worked his balls for a while, rolling them around in my hands, kneading them gently, squeezing them with just enough pressure to cause him a bit of pain. They had always hung nice and low in their loose velvety sack, even when he was eight or nine years old they'd dangle around sexily between his little legs. Now they were heavy, and he had reached that age where they seemed to be growing larger and hanging lower each and every day. I licked them and took one then the other into my mouth. Alex gasped in delight and spread his legs a little wider, always my signal that I'd given him enough to leave him desperate and frustrated. With the clamps still in place, I worked on his bare feet for a while, alternating between gentle loving massages, and fierce relentless tickling, the combination of which left the boy in a state of near panic. I ended by kissing each of his ten young toes. "Take a deep breath, sweetheart," I said, as I took the clamp on his right nipple between my fingers. Alex locked his eyes on me and obeyed. I removed it quickly, the harsh gripping metal teeth releasing their hold. I expected a shout or a cry, but all the boy could manage was an exhausted whimper. The other clamp came off in the same manner, eliciting the same response. I kissed him on the cheek, placed the pillow still wet with his cum beneath his head, and covered him with the sheets and blankets. "Get some rest, Alex," I said. The boy was already asleep by the time I reached the sitting room. I could hear him moaning softly through the open door. It was just early afternoon, yet it seemed we'd been here a full day already. Alex and I had both noticed from the very start of our new lifestyle that time moves at a different pace when one is deeply involved in a scene, something we would often comment on as the years went by. There would be times when minutes spent in the dungeon turned out to be many long hours, and others, when the pain was new or particularly hard for him, where hours were really but a few minutes. Alex definitely needed some down time though, so I contented myself with a warm cup of tea from the little kitchenette, and a leisurely rest on the sofa, scanning several of the photo books laid out for the guests' enjoyment. I was about to drift off myself, when I heard a polite knock on the door. I set my tea aside and opened it to find Robert and Michael with warm, knowing smiles on their faces, and beside them Samuel Collins and young Sebastian. Stark naked young Sebastian I might add. The eleven- year-old boy was on all fours and wearing only a studded leather collar around his slender neck. He was leashed to a decorative bracelet around his master's wrist. I gestured them all inside, Robert and Michael first, Sam with his redheaded nephew in tow. As the boy passed me on his hands and knees, I got a nice look at a cute pale little ass, currently plugged, and a set of tiny but low-hanging balls swinging in a soft pink scrotum. A glint of metal caught my eye and I had to look again. There was a golden ring piercing Sebastian's scrotum. Quite alluring, but I did not yet know it's true significance. This was the first time I had ever seen Sebastian naked, and my first chance to truly appreciate the delicate vine of barbed wire tattooed around his narrow waist. Normally it was hidden by the locking leather shorts, which Samuel seemed to keep the boy in at all times. I whistled in admiration. Rob and Sam both smiled. I'd already made up my mind that Alex wasn't leaving here without a bit of Samuel's artwork somewhere on his young body. Something small and inconspicuous so he wouldn't be embarrassed, but something that would always serve to remind him that he was a slave. Robert took the comfortable chair I offered, and Samuel followed suit. Michael knelt humbly at his master's side, relieved it seemed to be off his feet, which I later learned had been beaten quite ruthlessly earlier in the day. Samuel tugged firmly on Sebastian's leash, and the boy stood up. Like Alex he's a muscular little kid, although just barely four feet tall. Shapely arms and sturdy legs, and a lean flat stomach, clearly the product of strict diet and stricter exercise. Sebastian stood with his feet wide apart, and his hands clasped behind his back. Samuel released the boy's leash and let it hang free from his collar. Surveying him from head to toe, I paused at his little boy-cock. Well, not so little actually, average size for a boy of eleven I suppose, but I had grown so accustomed over the last few years to Lexi's rather large endowment, that even a healthy youngster like Sebastian appeared small by comparison. He was circumcised, and pierced, and I quickly realized the ring in his scrotum was also the same one I was looking at now at the tip of his penis. "A little chastity piercing," Doctor Collins explained. "Simple and effective. Take a closer look if you like. Seb." Immediately the boy moved closer to me. I knelt down to examine his hairless genitals. The ring was small, only about a half inch in diameter. It was open on one end, so it clearly could be removed whenever Samuel wished. It had the effect of pulling the boy's cock downward and under his balls just a bit. Erection was simply impossible and orgasm out of the question. The pants. The ring. Sebastian was being raised in total chastity. I stared at Samuel in amazement, and just a little dismay. It was not something I would ever choose for Alex. I might threaten him with it on occasion, to put some fear into him, but never actually dream of doing it, or imagine that it could be done. "He uses it for only one thing," the doctor said with a satisfied grin. "Sebastian, what is your penis for?" The boy stood up straight and looked his master in the eye. "For urinating, sir." "Anything else?" "No, sir." "I remove the ring once a week," Collins went on to explain, "and make him keep an erection for four or five hours . . . " I wondered just exactly how that was done. " . . . I want to make sure he can still get hard, not that he'll ever have any reason to." There is a dark side to Samuel Collins that shows forth at certain times. At the moment he was actually beginning to frighten me, just a little. But then he smiled and pulled Seb onto his lap and gently rubbed the boy's back. "Of course once he starts having wet dreams, I'll have to be a bit more flexible, but it's just a habit I'm training him in." They embraced and shared a loving kiss, then Sam quietly ordered the boy back on all fours, which is how he would remain for the rest of the day. Seb was adorable, and we all gave him a little smile, which he happily returned. Robert then rested his gray eyes on me. "Everyone is talking about Alex' performance with Bartholomew this morning. Is it true he didn't use his safeword?" I nodded, only just now appreciating the boy's rather incredible feat of strength and bravery. "It's true." "Amazing. I should tell you the young man has quickly become a celebrity here. Everyone is asking when they'll be seeing him again. Wim would like to introduce him to the group this evening, before the hunt, naturally." The hunt. The twinkle in Robert's eyes told me Alex would be more than just the guest of honor. I looked back into the darkened room where my sweet boy lay sleeping. The debate in my heart was real. I wanted the boy to experience as much as he could here, but I wasn't sure this was something I should force him to do. Robert, as always, seemed to read my doubts, and had his usual logical and masterful answer. "It's really nothing more than an initiation for a novice slave," he explained. "Not exactly a friendly one, but Michael went through it. Sebastian did as well, and he was only eight at the time, weren't you, little one?" Seb looked up at his master for permission, then nodded silently. "Tell Master Steven all about it, Seb," Doctor Collins commanded in his gentle, but unmistakably final way. The boy sat up, but obediently kept his hands and knees flat on the floor. He gazed at me with bright, vibrant green eyes. "Well, sir," he began in the subtle remains of a British accent, "I was naked, like I am now, and I got chased all over . . . by other masters. They had whips, and a great big net, and sticks, sir, there were sticks, long ones. I never did get caught, sir. I made it back to my master." And at those words he leaned against Samuel's leg for comfort, and received it with a gentle caressing hand on his back. "Only boy who's ever gotten back to his master, Steven," Robert said in sincere appreciation. "But then Seb is a clever little devil. So is Alex. He'll do very well. No harm will come to him. A few cuts and scrapes in the wood maybe, but he will be perfectly safe. I supervise these little escapades myself, and you have my word." Robert's word has always been good enough, and it was this day as well. "Where should I bring him, and when?" I asked, my decision made. Both of my older companions and mentors smiled softly. Robert answered. "Seven o'clock this evening. Have him in the main pavilion. He should be naked." Robert proceeded to explain everything to me, but of course Alex was to know only that he was being hunted, and that whoever caught him would get to use him for the rest of the night, any way he saw fit, without his master around to intervene. It was a complete fabrication of course, but it would give the boy incentive not to get caught, and make him somewhat more sporting prey. "If he does make it back to me, I must assume there's some reward in store for him." "No," Samuel answered. "Making it back to his master's loving arms is reward enough for any slave, wouldn't you agree?" I had to admit I liked his thinking, but Robert had another more interesting thought. "There should be a reward alright," his tone was positively wicked, "something that will test him to his absolute limits." "What did you have in mind?" I asked. "Ha. No, no, Steven," he waved a playful finger at me. "You are his master, you decide. I won't have that boy hating me!" It came to me suddenly, something we'd already played around with a bit, but never done seriously. "I want to keep him awake, no sleep at all, just torture and punishment and training, and all the sex he can take." Robert's eyes lit up. "How long were you thinking of doing it?" "I don't know. How long is safe for a boy his age? Three days?" "Let's try five," Samuel suggested. I did the math in my head. Five days would take us through the rest of the week, and Alex would still have the weekend to recover for the start of school. I agreed on the spot, and then of course the complexity of the situation struck me. "I'm going to need some help." "You'll have it," Robert replied. "Samuel and I, and the boys here. Two of us should always be up with him, in case he gets into real trouble. I'll have Michael work out a schedule. We'll start after the hunt is over, regardless of how it turns out." "Alex is already exhausted," I said. "The next five days are going to be interesting." "In more ways than you know," Robert replied with a devilish wink.

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Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2002 06:42:34 -0400 From: istari Subject: Mastering Alex 13 - 15 The following story describes the evolving relationship between and man and a soon-to-be thirteen-year-old boy. It is the story of a safe, loving, consensual, dominant/submissive relationship and does contain scenes of bondage, sado-masochism, etc. If that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading. This story is utter fiction, the product perhaps of my own childhood fantasies, and nothing more. Comments are welcome at istari_olias@hotmail.com Thanks to everyone who's said such nice things about Alex and his adventures. And Special Thanks to "Rick", who has provided some deep insights on the Master/slave relationship and is not afraid to challenge me from time to time. Mastering Alex Chapter 13: Weathering a Storm. Summer in our part of the country brings on vicious storms without much warning, and one was raging outside, battering the windows as I led my boy to his bedroom. "I'm going to fuck you on your own bed," I explained, "so that you learn there is no place in this house where your little ass isn't mine. I can have you any time I want, day or night." "You can have me any time you want," he repeated softly several times, a mantra for a young slave. "I like that." "Take my clothes off, boy." Alex undressed me with shaking hands. He knew what was coming. His eyes danced in anticipation. "Onto the bed. On your hands and knees." "Yes, master," his voice trembled with pre-teen lust. He was in position instantly, arching his back and presenting his sweet behind to me. On my own knees behind him, I opened the lock that held the ass-strap in place and unsnapped it from the belt. Then I grabbed the butt-plug and toyed with him for a while. Holding the blunt end and twisting it, turning it, drawing it out and letting it slide back in. Alex was frantic and buried his head in the pillow. "Stay!" I shouted at him, slapping his ass hard. "Don't move again." His head shot up instantly. "Please, sir, fuck me hard, sir." "You'll be fucked blind before I'm done, don't worry about that." I yanked the butt-plug out, eliciting the most beautiful scream from my young slave. My finger replaced the metal plug instantly and I roughly probed around inside him. "Awww, aaaaww, yeah, yeah." Alex bucked and writhed, nearly letting his arms and legs give out. A second finger and then a third. I stretched his hole as far as I dared. "Am I, am I gonna cum?" he asked, his voice high and thick and strained. "Only if you can do it by being fucked. The belt stays on, little man. No orgasms means no orgasms." Without a word I pressed my drooling dick to his tender young opening. The heat coming out of him was amazing. With a single thrust I entered him, giving him almost seven inches to start. He howled and clenched his fists into the mattress. I grabbed his hips on either side, digging my fingers into his soft flesh, and I gave him a long, hard ride. Each strong thrust elicited a hysterical moan from the boy, and each withdrawal, fast or slow, resulted in a soft whimper. On the mattress between his knees a wet spot was growing as the boy's seminal fluid dribbled from his restrained cock, denied erection by the unforgiving metal pod and the straps inside that held it down. A little string of his precious boy-juice ran from the hole in the pod down to the mattress itself. A similar string of drool and spittle fell from his mouth as he shook his head desperately from side to side. Soon a chorus of grunts and squeals was coming from the boy's throat. With my hands still on his hips, I rocked us both back and forth as I shoved my cock into his depths. Fast and rough and brutal, then slow and methodical, but no less relentless, then yet more violent thrusts causing him to sob and moan. I pulled out of him completely, and rammed back in as hard as I could. Alex shouted. His arms were shaking now, unable to hold him up much longer. His whole body seemed to be convulsing with spasms of pain and pleasure. The two were the same thing for him, after all. "Put your head on the pillow," I said. Alex did just that, biting into it, splaying his arms out and clawing at the mattress. I moved one hand to his back and stroked it gently. I could hear his muffled cries in the pillow. With this brief interlude behind us, I entered him again, a little deeper than before. He was too small to take all of me, but he seemed to open a little wider and a little farther each time. His little sphincter was throbbing now, clenching and relaxing without the conscious will of its young owner. I could feel his insides starting to soften, that slick, squishy feeling of a well- fucked ass. The boy's musky brown juice was running from his ravaged hole down the insides of his legs, little brown streams on his smooth silken skin. The smell was heavy, but not that of a man. It was fresher, and cleaner somehow. I went on, ignoring his pitiable cries. I began to slap his sides, right along his rib cage, left side then his right, alternating as I fucked him. "Aw, gawd, aw. No . . . no . . . hurts so . . . aaaawww . . . bad. Don't stop!" and those were the last intelligible sounds he made for a while. Everything else was shrieks and whimpers, the sound of my hands raining down ruthlessly upon his flesh, and the sound of the storm beating against the house. I had begun to learn that the reality of man - boy sex is far greater than the fantasy, and much, much darker. Just the psychology of it is powerful. The inequality of strength and size and power cannot be disregarded or overlooked. It is far too fundamental. The man takes. He has no imperative to ask. The boy gives. He hasn't the strength to refuse. Domination and submission are inherent in the coupling, and of course for Alex and me it went far beyond that. I felt my power over him grow with each forceful thrust, each tremble of his slender frame. With that power came control. Over him, obviously, but also over myself. I loved the feeling of his young bottom clenched around my cock, but I found to my sudden delight that I could easily withhold my need to cum, prolonging Alexander's ecstasy and his torment. I'd never gone so long this way, but I saw that an entire hour had passed, and still I felt as if I'd just begun to take him. His cries were exquisite, and soon he was clumsily moving back and forth, trying desperately to fuck himself deeper on my cock. Alex was almost crazed, his motions frenzied, his breathing wild. I could feel him tightening again. And then his entire body stiffened. The only thing about him that was limp at that moment was his penis. "Something's happening! Ohh, ohhh, it's coming out, aaahhhhh," his voice trailed off until it became a low melodic hum. I pulled out of him for a moment, and my heart skipped when I saw the large puddle of pre-cum glistening on the bed, and above it, dribbling down in a ropy strand, Alexander's sperm, thin and purest white. Alex was cumming. My sweet beautiful boy was cumming, without ever getting hard, without having an orgasm. Immediately I flipped him onto his back and raised his legs. His face was streaked with tears, but there was a dreamy look in his eyes. I paused before entering him again. "I want to see you cum. Cum for your master, Alex." After a few sharp thrusts he groaned. It was a deep, mournful sound. Then a sharp gasp. He tensed again, and this time I saw it happen. Out of the metal pod more of his thin white seed spilled forth, as much as would have come had he been allowed to ejaculate. As much as he'd produced just moments before. He purred softly. I had to take him a little further. Three more times we did this, each time the product was a little less copious. The boy shuddered and gasped again, rolling his head from side to side. He was lost in this strange new sensation that had started as mind-bending pleasure but had quickly turned to endless torment. Finally in distressed frustration he glared at me. "Please let me cum, Steve. Please. You gotta . . . ahhhh, not again, not again! oohhhh, you gotta let me cum!" "You are cumming, sweetie." In a flash of insight I realized that cumming and orgasm were not the same thing for Alex. I could separate the boy's cumming from the boy's orgasms. I could make him do the one, over and over again at my whim, without ever allowing him the other. A similar thought, perhaps not so eloquently realized, must have formed in my boy's head too, for he gave me a helpless, almost panicked expression. "Just fuck me, please!" he growled. Considering the possibilities of our new discovery drove me quickly over the edge. I granted his wish, but slowly and gently now, until I finally erupted inside him. Alex was still shaking when I withdrew and lowered his legs. I lay down beside him and caressed him tenderly. "What happened?" he asked, barely able to find his voice. "I can't stop shaking." "Hush now," I whispered into his ear as I kissed his forehead. "Calm down. Calm down, Alex." I reached between his legs, where his fluid was seeping into the sheets. I ran my hand through the sticky liquid then brought it to his chest and rubbed it in. He sighed and moved closer to me. "You came, little man." Alex flopped his head onto the pillow and gazed up at the ceiling with glazed eyes. "I wasn't even hard. It felt so strange." He shivered again at the mere memory of it. "Tell me." "I can't. It just started coming out, real slow, all by itself. I could feel it, like it was way down inside me, just pushing and pushing. It sort of burned a little." Eventually I would come to learn that only a small number of males have this special gift, that only a rare handful can actually cum this way. Alex was and still is the only one I know who can do it, or rather have it done to him. It is his gift. His curse. "Did it feel good?" I asked. I would never know how it actually felt, and Alex has never been able to find adequate words to describe it. "I guess it did," he said that night, turning his eyes away from me, "but not like cumming for real. God, I still need to cum so bad." For the first time since I'd put it on him, his hands reached down to his belt in a vain attempt to get free. I didn't slap his hands or say a word, I just let the boy work at the locks and straps and the unyielding metal pod until he realized that his fate, like his cock and balls, was sealed. "I think this is going to kill me, sir," he said mournfully. "No it won't. You'll get used to it. Come on now, you're a mess. Let's get you into the shower." Alex could barely stand, and when I did get him to his feet I saw his backside was covered in his own brown juice. It was all over his butt and running down his legs. It was also all over the bed-sheet. I had to help him to the bathroom. Once there I sat him in the tub and went to fetch the keys to his belt. His eyes brightened a bit when he saw them on the ring Robert had given me. "Stand," I said. He closed his eyes as I knelt by the tub. I opened the locks on the leg straps first and let them fall free, still attached to the belt. I massaged his back and his stomach. He hummed softly and joyously to himself. Next I unbuckled the straps that kept the seed pod attached to the belt. Without their support, Alex felt its full weight for the first time. He moaned a little and I patted him on the thigh. "Not too heavy, is it?" "No, sir," came his sleepy, far away voice. With the pod loose but still encasing his jewels, I reached around behind him and opened the lock on his belt. I unbuckled it and slowly pulled it away, revealing his hairless groin for the first time in days. The opening in the jock was large enough to accommodate him even with the pod. My Alex was now naked except for the metal between his legs. He looked at me with pleading eyes and scraped his fingers over it. "It stays on, Alex. I'll unlock it once a week, so I can clean under your foreskin and give your balls a good washing. Then it goes right back." "You're never ever going to take it off me?" The giddy terror in his voice was priceless. A small voice inside told me to be careful, that I might be playing with something too big for him, but I was enjoying stringing him along. A little too much. "Tell me why I should." I took him by the wrists and pulled him close so we were eye to eye. "You do as you're told and you give me pleasure," I said sternly. "Not the other way around." I swatted his bound up genitals with my hand. "These things don't belong to you anymore, remember? I can do whatever I want with them. I might even have them cut off. I could you know. You're a slave. I could castrate you, just cut those things right off, and then you'd never cum again. Would you like that?" He shook his head slowly and bit his quivering lip. "No? Well how about your dick? All you'd have left is a little stub, not even good enough for pissing." I said all that jokingly of course, but in his current state of mind I should have known to be more careful in toying with his frayed emotions. Boys are fragile creatures and Alex was a boy who lived in a glass house where certain things were concerned. Apparently this was not the first time someone had made such a threat. His eyes welled up with tears and he fell to his knees. Then I heard him whisper. The word I'd promised myself I'd never make him say. "Butterfly." "My god." I was in the tub instantly, scooping him into my arms. "Alex, I'm sorry." He was sobbing. Not those soft, delicate, wonderful sounds he made when we were engaged in our rough sex, but deep, anguished wails, issuing from some dark hidden place he'd not been since he was eight years old. I thought back to that moment that had started this whole adventure, that horrible scene I'd discovered in the barn, watching my damaged twelve-year-old brother bash his young testicles with his fist, and the sad words he told me after. 'Boys aren't supposed to touch themselves down there.' I held him as tightly as I could without snapping him in two. "What have I done to you? I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Someone else said something like that to you, didn't he?" He answered me through his tears. "All the time. He even got the knife out once. He cut me with it, down there, just so I'd know he'd really do it. She laughed at me." I felt so angry and so guilty. For all those years ago, and for two minutes ago. But Alex didn't need me angry. He just needed me. I loosened my grip a bit and knelt down and put his head on my shoulder. His arms went around me. "Have a good cry, Alex. Just cry it all out." And he did. The storm outside had broken. I could see the faint light of summer evening in the hallway. The storm inside seemed to have done the same. "I'm sorry I used my word, sir." I held his hand. "That's what it's for. I'm sorry for making you use it. Friends?" Alex nodded, and a soft smile lit up his thoughtful face. "Your slave forever," he said. I took the showerhead from its perch and sprayed him down with warm steamy water, washing away the remnants of our session. The boy was so exhausted that he had to lean against the wall as the water hit him. I kept one hand under his nearest arm to keep him from slipping. As I was drying him he asked me again about the pod. "I will let you out, when I want you hard and begging for it." The look of relief on his face was priceless. "That's no reason to smile, kid. I don't think it's healthy for a boy not to have erections, so you'll have them, but doesn't mean you're going to have an orgasm every time. There are other things I can do with your dick when it's hard. Like slap it, or whip it . . . " "Oh, fuck yeah, whip it! I'd love that. I bet it'll make me cum. I almost can right now just thinking about it." "That's the whole idea, kid. Chastity is going to be a big part of your life from now on, in or out of the belt. Get used to it. When you turn eighteen you can decide what happens then, but for the next five years you're going to spend most of your time wishing you were hard, and when you are hard you'll be wishing you could cum like a normal kid, but you won't. Of course you can't wear the belt to school, but I'm thinking of some other ways to keep your hands away from your dick. You will not jerk off, ever. I mean that. I'll probably let you have a regular orgasm once in a while, just to make sure the plumbing still works. Maybe every year on your birthday." "One orgasm a year." He took a sharp breath. "Maybe," I said. "You'll find other ways to get pleasure. And I'll find other ways to make you cum. You like pain. We'll explore that together, once we've gotten some equipment." I could tell that simple statement had set his young imagination working. By the time we'd cleaned up his bed it was late in the evening. The sound of our growling stomachs reminded us we hadn't eaten since lunch. "Let's go out. Our Italian place is open late." "I can't go outside like this!" Alex held out his arms as if to further call attention to the quite obvious fact that he was nearly naked. "True enough. I guess I'll have to put some clothes on you." "What about this thing," he said, pointing down at the belt. "Everyone's going to stare at me." "No they won't. Robert swears it's invisible under clothing. You'll just look like you're really well hung, which you are anyway." I took him into the spare room, which now housed all of his clothes under lock and key. I picked out a pair of jeans shorts for him. He slid into them with boyish grace. I zipped him up and buttoned him, and sure enough you really couldn't tell just by a casual glance that there was anything usual about him. Just a healthy and very well made boy on the verge of adolescence. Alex chose his own shirt, a long tee with the name of the nearby college across the front. He's an avid fan of their football team, and he likes to wear their colors. It was one of those athletic team shirts, you know the type, the ones that say 'Property of'. I thought it was a wonderfully ironic choice. It took Alex a few seconds to get it, then he smiled widely. "You should put your name here," he suggested. "Then I definitely couldn't take you out. Wear this," I tossed him a baseball cap and he put it on backwards. "Are you sure I look ok?" Most boys his age don't really care, but Alex was very particular about his appearance. Sometimes he liked being noticed, sometimes he didn't, and his wardrobe reflected his changeable tastes. Regardless, I loved him in whatever he wore, or didn't. "Handsome as always," I said, turning his cap around right. He just as quickly turned it back, rolling his eyes at my utter cluelessness where young teenage fashion was concerned. It was a short drive into town. The streets were still wet and not many people were about in the late evening. The old section has been revitalized of late, but Gino's has been there since I was a kid. They know us by name. We'd been regulars for years. The owner himself greeted us, giving Alex a firm handshake and remarking casually on our unusually tardy arrival. "Just a special treat," I said. "Alex worked like a dog today." The boy had to choke down his laughter. The place was almost empty, but it still had that warm comfortable feel you always get in places where you're known. There were a few couples at random tables enjoying a late meal, but we found ourselves in a quiet booth off in a darkened corner. The booth seemed to swallow him as he sat across from me, one of those rare and endearing instances of scale when you realize that your young man is really still a boy, despite how hard he's trying not to be. We smiled at each other. Suddenly, and for the first time in days, we were just brothers again. It felt strange, but also good. We'd have to make sure we made time for that. "This is neat," he said, looking around. "Got the place to ourselves, just about." "Pays to eat late." Alex ordered the sausage and peppers, his favorite. I got the lasagna and a carafe of red wine. When the owner stopped by to check on us, I asked him to bring a second glass for Alexander. The boy's eyes beamed. "I thought you didn't want me drinking that kind of stuff." "I never said that. I just want you to learn to be careful. I worry about you. First dad, then me. If he hadn't been drunk . . . if I hadn't been stoned out of my head . . . this stuff had already hurt you, Alex, before you ever took a drop of it. I won't let it hurt you again." "It wasn't your fault I was abused. You're making me better." He'd said it so quietly and so quickly that it almost went right by. It was, at the time, one of the sweetest things he'd ever said to me. I filled his glass half full and we toasted silently, there was no need for words in that special moment. I learned quickly that even half a glass of wine in a dark quiet restaurant was a little more than Alex could handle. Not that he was actually drunk that night, but it was obvious he was seeing things through wine colored eyes. All through the meal he had the giggles. He was aware enough to keep his voice down, but everything seemed to make him laugh and elicit some sharp comment from him. Actually I rather enjoyed him in his slightly 'relaxed' state. Alex does not laugh very often, and I thought how strange and how sad that it took chemicals to bring out this rare and wonderful side of his personality. He ate a huge dessert. I had coffee. By the time we got home it was after one in the morning. As I'd done a few days earlier, I stripped him on the front porch, and made him carry his clothes and shoes inside. Being naked at home was something he'd grown accustomed to over the last few years, but this new ritual of being stripped before he was allowed to enter would become a powerful re-enforcement of my discipline and his submission. His humble nakedness was a constant reminder of his enslavement, one I would use more and more to control and dominate him. "You have to be spanked," I reminded him as he got ready for bed. He stood up straight and looked me in the eye. "How many am I getting, sir?" "You'll always get ten, just to remind you. You get forty more tonight for moving twice when I told you to stay. Tell you what, you can take all fifty now, or you can just do your ten and save the rest for tomorrow." "Sir, if I take all of them, will I still get spanked in the morning?" "Yes. You get ten every morning, and every night. That's not negotiable." Alex thought about it for a moment. "I'll take my ten now, and the rest tomorrow." "Good enough." I sat down and put him over my knee. I gave him ten swift hard spanks, just enough to give his cheeks a little pink glow. Then I laid him down on his back and tied his wrists to the iron bars of the headboard, stretching his arms. He sighed and smiled at me. I spread his feet wide apart and tied his ankles in the same way, looping the excess rope so it was good and taught. This put just a slight strain on his muscles and ligaments, but one he could not relieve. I ran my fingers around his navel and up his firm tight stomach. He was panting softly, enjoying my touch. Then I pinched his nipples and twisted them slowly. "Aaaahh." "Like that?" "Yes," he hissed through clenched teeth. I played with his boy-buds, no larger than dimes, for about twenty minutes. He thrashed his head against his pillow and pulled against his bonds. Every once in a while he would yell out in pain, but mostly he just sighed and hummed and licked his lips with his tongue. The boy's nips were red and visibly swollen when I was finished. He begged me to keep going. "No more tonight," I said as I laid the sheets and blankets over him. Then I gave him my most wicked expression and patted his stretched-out legs. "If you have a cramp, just scream." My boy almost growled at me. "You're really sick, you know that?" I kissed him on the forehead. "Actually the word you want is sadistic, and yes I am. Sweet dreams, Alex." Sadist. I'd used that word lightly a moment ago, but as I retired to my own room I recognized that it was a fundamental truth about me. I did enjoy causing Alex pain, as much as he enjoyed feeling it. I enjoyed that beautiful grimace on his face whenever I roughly entered him. I enjoyed the soft sounds of his whimpering and moaning, and his frantic frenzied sobs as I fucked him. I felt a great surge of power and excitement as I spanked him, making my cute boy's behind red and sore. I wondered what other things we might explore, and I no longer felt the least fear about doing it. I'd have to get some whips for him, and something to work on his nipples. And then there was the boy's cock and his balls. Those would definitely have to be dealt with too. Could I train his dick to respond only to pain? Alex came when I fucked him, could I find other ways to make him do it? I knew that I could, and I knew deep down that he would never be entirely whole until I did. Chapter 14: Certain Truths. Alex was awake and waiting for me when I walked into his room. "You're up. Good boy. Sleep well?" He nodded. "My legs are a little sore." I played with his outstretched body for a few minutes, pinching his nipples, running my hands over his thighs and up between his legs. Then I climbed on top of him, gradually letting my entire weight press down. Alex gasped. We were face to face, and I forced my tongue into his mouth. He took it greedily and returned my actions with his own, his small tongue dancing playfully with mine. "Keep your mouth open," I said, as I got to my knees and crawled closer. I unzipped my jeans and let my cock fall free. I took his head with both hands and lifted it toward me. "Make me hard," I ordered. Alex took me eagerly into his young mouth. I was erect and throbbing in just seconds and he sucked and slurped for all he was worth. "You love having a big hard cock in your mouth, don't you?" "Mmmph, mmmph," were the only sounds the boy could make, but I could see the light in his eyes. I rubbed his head as he continued his morning cock feeding. He was getting quite good at stringing me along, perhaps a little revenge for my not allowing him to cum. I could see the wicked, knowing look in his eyes. "Don't tease your master," I said. The boy stopped his game immediately and took me over the edge. I filled his mouth with my seed, then presented him my softening cock. "Lick me clean." He nearly got me hard again, and I had to stop or we'd have been there all day. "It's not fair, you know," he moaned as I began releasing him from the ropes. "You've cum like five or six times since you put this thing on me, and you haven't even let me do it once." "Jealous?" "Yes." "Hate me?" "Yes!" "Ready for your punishment?" "Hell, yes!" I could see his joints were stiff from being stretched all night, but he gamely put himself over my knees. "Let's see now, how many was it?" "Forty, sir," he said. "Plus your ten this morning. You weren't thinking I'd forget those, were you?" "No, sir." "I think you were. That's twenty more." I heard him groan in protest. "You knew you were supposed to get fifty. 'I will not lie to my master.' Sound familiar?" "Yes, sir." "Now how many does that make?" "Seventy, sir." "You won't be sitting down for a while." I brought my hand down hard on his left ass-cheek. The lovely sound of soft boyflesh being smacked rang in the air. "Ouch!" "Remember to count. Let's start again." Another good solid swat, this time on his right cheek. "One, sir," he said through gritted teeth. He was squirming and wailing when I reached the halfway point. Then I stopped. "On your feet. Don't rub your butt." The butt in question was a nice shade of red now. "Go to the bathroom and bring me your hairbrush." Seeing as how he didn't currently have any hair on his head, he knew immediately what it would be used for. Like a condemned prisoner he marched off and returned, head bowed, holding the brush loosely in his left hand. "Back into position," I said. He gave me the brush and put himself across my lap again. Alex had never been spanked with a brush before, and I had never used one. For the next ten minutes we both learned what an exquisitely painful and effective disciplinarian it could be. It was a good thing we live out in the country, for his shouts and screams would have surely awakened the neighbors. When it was done, he was sobbing quietly, and his cute little ass was a dark shade of purple, a few bruises beginning to appear. "Stand," I said. With some effort Alex did so. I left him like that for about thirty minutes while I made my coffee. When I returned he'd managed to calm down, although his eyes were still red and his rear end was still visibly sore. I instructed him to get his butt-plug and follow me to the bathroom. I gave him his morning enema, and made him hold his water a little longer than the day before. Each day I'd be adding a few minutes, enforcing my control over his bodily functions. After he'd had his shit and his piss I bent him over again. He sighed as I worked the plug back inside him. I locked the strap in place again and he was ready for another day of endless arousal and frustration. After breakfast, I had Alex put on his shoes and took the boy outside. Next to the old barn there was a pen for the horses that used to live there. Parts of the fence had long since vanished, but enough remained to establish its boundaries. The grass was low, trimmed by Alex the Saturday before. It was still wet with morning dew. "This is where you'll exercise from now on. You'll be fixing up this fence too." I had him run twenty laps around the pen. Walking in a chastity belt with his ass plugged had taken Alex some adjustment, now having the boy run in his new apparel was quite an entertaining scene. He'd yelp and wince whenever the plug jabbed his prostate. Inside the pod, I'm sure his dick and balls were getting a nice massage. I leaned against the fence and admired him the entire time he was running. Alex was beautiful, strong and graceful, his young muscles flexing and stretching with each stride of his growing legs. Alexander's lean, almost thirteen-year-old body was glistening with sweat when he finished. Twenty times around was actually quite a good run, but his eyes were dancing and vibrant when he stood and presented himself before me. Since he was ten, Alex had been a bit of a fanatic where exercise was concerned, a habit I encouraged. Making it another part of his new life of submission and slavery just came naturally. He yawned in the early morning light. "Hot and sweaty?" "Yes, sir." I took him to the side of the barn and picked up the hose. I sprayed him down with the frigid water for a good five minutes. He shrieked and shouted and pranced around. "Stand still," I said, trying to contain my laughter at his boyish antics. "Raise your arms over your head. Keep them there." His hairless armpits were quite a turn on, pale white compared to the golden tan that covered the rest of him. I made sure to train the hose on them for a while, letting the icy water trickle down his sides. Last I splashed him in the face. Alex sputtered and coughed, but did not look away. In the end he was dripping and shivering. "You've still got work to do in the barn, right?" I asked. "I do, sir." "Then get cracking. I'll feed you your lunch on the porch." Still wet, Alex obediently went to work and I left him to it. I still had a lot of writing to do and an approaching deadline to meet. I realized that spending every waking moment with the boy was an unrealistic idea. Things still had to get done. Everyday life still had to be lived. And yet he would still be a slave. I suppose many people think it's all about sex, and perhaps at first that was my expectation too, but I was beginning to understand that this was a way of life for Alex, and for me. Everything we did would always have some element of discipline and control, obedience and submission. I did not have to be with him every moment, it was enough for the boy to know that he was a slave, and that he was being mastered. It was enough for me to know that I was a master, and that Alex was my slave. Lunch was late, and Alex gobbled it down with his increasingly voracious appetite. When he was finished, I briefly inspected his rump. It was still a warm shade of crimson, slightly bruised. He winced when I gently caressed his twin globes. "You really got me good, sir," the boy said, craning his neck back. He could feel the stinging and the dull ache, but he couldn't see it. "Just the beginning, kid. But I'll have to go easy back there for the next few days." Then I gave him a menacing look. "I'll just find other places to beat you." He whistled. "Cool." "Are you done in the barn?" "Sure am. Let me show you." Something in his voice told me he'd done something out there he was eager for me to see. He ran ahead like a little kid, waiting impatiently for me to catch up. Inside, the place was neat and tidy, the final product of several months hard work on his part. The hard-packed dirt floor had been swept clean of debris, and the stalls had been cleared out. "There's a big pile of junk and crap like that out back," Alex said nonchalantly. He continued to give me the grand tour, pointing out some of the fallen clapboards he nailed back up and just generally feeling quite proud of himself. He had a right to. Then he stopped in front of one the stalls, the same one I'd found him in less than a week before. There was that same iron bit he'd been wearing that day, lying on the dirt floor. There was also a dented tin bucket in one corner and a pile of old rags and blankets arranged for crude bedding. "This one is mine," he said. "You can put me out here whenever you want." I confess I hadn't really thought of keeping him in the barn, but clearly this had been on Alex' mind since the beginning. Variety would make things more interesting. "Agreed," I said, "but only when I decide. I have some other ideas about where you'll be sleeping." His eyes lit up in excitement. "Tell me, sir." "No way. I like keeping you in suspense." I put my arm around him and we walked back to the house. Alex really hadn't had a chance to do any `boy' things since we started, so I told him he could have free time for the rest of the day. Strangely he seemed like a lost puppy for a while without the strict discipline he'd so quickly grown accustomed to. He puttered around for a while, getting into this and that, fixing himself a snack, the first junk food he'd been allowed in days, listening to some of his CDs in his room. Before long he was downstairs again, sitting cross-legged in front of the television, banging away with some space battle game on his new Xbox. I could hear it chirping and bleeping in there, along with the occasional curse when something didn't go his way. I was stretched out in the living room, enjoying half a nap, when the phone rang. "Would you get the phone, please, Alex." The sounds of the game stopped and I heard my boy pick up the phone in the kitchen. I could hear his side of the conversation. "Yes, sir, this is Alex . . . I'm fine, thank you . . . No, sir. Do you want to speak to him, sir . . . Wait, I'll ask him." He put the phone down and came into the living room. "It's Master Robert," he said. The excitement and anxiety was obvious in his voice. "He says my things are ready and could he come over at eight." "Tell him yes. You don't keep a man like that waiting." I looked purposefully into the kitchen where the phone lay on the counter. "Oh, shit!" He tore back into the kitchen and grabbed up the phone. "No, sir! I'm sorry, sir! I will not do that again." A long pause was followed by a sweet dejected young voice. "Yes, sir, I will ask him, sir . . . yes, sir, he says eight o'clock is fine. Thank you, sir." I heard the phone click and he was back with a plainly upset look on his face. "I really messed up," he confessed, rolling his eyes in disgust. "Did you get yelled at?" "No. That's what makes him so scary. I'm supposed to ask you to punish me for being disrespectful." "And were you?" "Not on purpose, sir. But yes, I think I was. I got so excited about getting my stuff." His beautiful hazel eyes went wide. "God, I can't believe I told him to wait!" Even I wouldn't have dreamt of ever doing that! I laughed and sat him down beside me, patting him on the leg. "You're young and you're still learning. He knows that. Don't be hard on yourself. That's my job. We'll save your punishment until he's here. He'd enjoy seeing it." Alex was fidgety and nervous the rest of the afternoon. I enjoyed watching him occasionally go to the window, imagining he'd heard a car pull up our long wooded driveway, only to turn away disappointed and return to the living room. He was getting wound up tighter and tighter as each hour passed. "Relax," I told him. "Pacing is not going to get him here any faster." He puffed down on the couch beside me. "I've been thinking about this since I got the belt," he said, looking down at his caged-up cock. His voice was soft. That wistful look was in his eyes again. "I mean, how it's going to feel, when you put my collar on me, and all the other stuff." "You don't even know what the other stuff is yet." "No, but I see what Michael wears. Do you think my collar will be like his?" "I don't know. I imagine Robert's got something special, just for you." "Mike's like the perfect slave, isn't he?" I shrugged my shoulders. "You and he are the only two slaves I know, so it's hard to tell. I'm sure he's got his flaws." "Doesn't look that way to me," he said in sincere admiration. I began to realize that my Alex was developing a sincere crush on the older boy. "I want to be like him." "I don't want you ever being anyone but yourself, but if you mean you want to learn to be a good slave, like he is, I approve." Alex beamed and snuggled up against me. Then we both heard the sound of a vehicle in the drive. The clock said seven fifty-nine. Robert was a man who thrived on order and precision. I sent Alex to put his shoes on, and he hurried back, trying to lace them up as he stumbled along. He looked adorably awkward and incredibly young. "I want you to let them in," I said. Wearing only his belt and his black high-tops, Alex marched confidently to the door. I stood in the foyer, watching. This was a big moment for us both. The bell rung and the boy opened the door. Robert towered there in the entrance. Michael, so much shorter and smaller than his master, stood behind him. Both were in jeans and t-shirts, Michael with his collar in plain view. "Hello, Master Robert," Alex said. He made a quick bow, which brought a smile to Robert's bearded face. The sight of this not quite thirteen-year-old answering the door in nothing but a chastity belt was certainly a good start to our evening. Robert ran his right hand playfully over Alex' shaven head. "Hello, Alex. Are you well?" "Yes, sir." Robert glanced toward me for just a moment, then returned his attention to the boy. "I see you're wearing your belt. Has Master Steven allowed you out of it?" "No, sir," Alex replied, "not since he put it on me." "So you haven't had an erection for . . . " "Almost three days, sir." The seasoned master chuckled. "You must be ready to pop!" "No, sir. I have cum, sir." "Have you indeed? Explain yourself, slave." "Sir, it happened when my master fucked me." Robert stared at Alex in wonder, and then at me with just a little envy. "I came, sir, but I really didn't, if you understand me, sir." Lifting the boy's eyes to his own with a tender hand under Alex' chin, he said, "I understand you perfectly. Still horny then?" "All the time now, sir." "Excellent. Now, may I enter your master's house, young man?" Alexander bowed low again and flung his arms out in a dramatic fashion. Robert strode into the foyer and took my hand. Michael remained on the porch. "I have numerous crates and boxes for you in the van. Some are rather substantial. Michael will need some help." "Alex," I said, "go with Michael. Do as he says." "Yes, master." I could see a light in the boy's eyes, happy to be close to Michael. The two young slaves were off together. "Does Alex really cum just from being fucked?" Robert asked as I led him to the living room. I nodded. "I've never seen anything quite like it. God, the sounds he was making, and the look on his face. And then it all just dribbled right out onto the bed. He just kept cumming. Every time I went into him, a little more came out. It must have gone on for ten minutes. I made him tell me how it felt, cumming without ejaculating, without even being hard, but he couldn't describe it to me." "Very hot, Steven. That boy is a prize, no doubt about it. Will you be keeping him in permanent chastity?" "That's my plan. No orgasms. Total denial. Just a good milking once in a while, and whatever pleasure he can get from being fucked." "Sounds like he gets quite a bit." "He does, but just from the fucking. Cumming that way really wrecks him. I've already told him it's the only way he's going to cum from now on. He almost cried. It was wonderful." "Very strict, Steven." "Well, I'll probably let him off the hook once in a while, but I don't want him ever having that expectation." Michael and Alex returned, lugging an enormous wooden crate between them. We called them into the living room. Once they'd put it down they were off again for more. "I thought it was just collar and cuffs tonight," I said jokingly as we sat down waiting for the boys to finish. "It is not often I get the chance to start a new master and slave off right. You honor me with your trust. I've brought a few surprises for you, to make the house a little more complete." "I'm going to turn the basement into a dungeon." His eyes lit up. "Perfect. You're father took me down there once, just after they'd bought this place. Of course I saw its potential immediately. Glad you're going to make something of it. A space like that just cannot go to waste. You will let me come play some time, won't you?" "You will always be welcome." "If you need anything, I'd be glad to help. Some of the more . . . shall we say . . . intense equipment . . . is hard to come by, but I can hook you up. If you can imagine it, it probably exists, or can be invented, for a price. Oh, by the way," he reached into his pocket, "this is for you. Some of us will be gathering at the end of the summer. I put in a word for you, and they'd like to meet you. Alex too. There will be other boys there. He will not be the youngest." My heart skipped a beat when he told me that. I knew it. Somehow I knew Alex and I weren't the only ones. It was a remarkably plain invitation, just date and time and location, and one other piece of interest that caught my eye. "Slave auction? Is this for real, Robert?" He nodded gravely. "Very much so. Rare is the slave who stays with one master for life. They are sold, at least that's the word I use, or traded, or given to another. It is never done lightly, I can assure you." "I had no idea it went this far." "It does, for those who are not merely playing. Does that disturb you?" "A little." "Good. It is the most difficult part of our lifestyle, but once a slave grows beyond his master, they both must move on. One day, I am sure, you will give Alex to another man." "I could never do that." The very thought sickened me, at first, but the logic of Robert's argument was undeniable. "Then you are being selfish. Come now. When he's twenty, will it still be the same for you? Will you still love him the way you do now? He will always be a slave, but he will not always be a boy. Will you still be able to give him what he needs, when his beard starts to grow?" "This is cruel of you, Robert," I said. "I will always love him." His eyes became gentle and sad. "Of course you will. I would never doubt that. But that is exactly why, when the time is right, you will let him go. You will find him a new master. That is your last duty to him, your final act of love." "When the time is right. Maybe it never will be." "For your sake I hope that's true. It has happened before. And Alex is special. Every life he touches will never be quite the same. I feel it already, and so does Michael." "He is special." I studied the invitation again. "Can you really trust these people?" "'These people' are me, and Michael. `These people' will be you and Alex, if you agree to attend. We are all in one another's power. Our arrangement keeps everyone fair and quite safe. We do not play games, Steven. And we do not allow just anyone to join us. These are powerful people, my friend, and power does have certain advantages." "I'm beginning to see that." Another large trunk and a smaller chest had been dragged in during our discussion, and now Alex and Michael appeared again, each with identical cedar boxes in their arms. They placed them on the coffee table and stood back with their arms behind them. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, and their stances were perfectly identical. Michael must have given Alex his marching orders before coming in. "Is that everything, Mikey?" Robert asked. "Yes, master." Robert looked at me with bright eyes. "Let's get the young man dressed, shall we?" Chapter 15: Collar and Cuffs Required. Robert first handed me several keys, more for my growing collection, that obviously went to the finely made cedar boxes. One had its corners covered in black leather, the other in metal, indicating the contents of each. Both were quite large. Michael had carried the one with the metal bindings, the weight of which was obviously quite substantial. I opened that box first. I heard Alex exclaim "Wow" under his breath. Those were my sentiments exactly. Robert had outdone himself. I just stared in silent appreciation for a moment. I could hear Alex breathing rapidly as he looked on behind me. The 'metal' box, as we would come to call it, contained first and foremost an iron collar. It was quite beautiful, smooth and burnished and plated in silver, an exquisite work of craftsmanship. What struck me most though was its small size. It was surely no more than four and one-half inches in diameter, probably less. It seemed so strange to see it so small, but of course it was made for a boy, not a man. It sat in the very center of the box, which was lined with fine black velvet. Alex knelt down to get a closer look. He gazed up at me for permission, then gently ran his fingers over the collar. "It's going to be a perfect fit, Alex," I said. "Robert made it just for you." "I thought the silver-plating suited him," Robert offered. "He'll need something that shines as brightly as he does." Alex turned to him sharply, surprised by such kind words. He gave Robert a quick bow, something that always seemed to delight the older man. Alex knew it and played it perfectly. I gave him a gentle pat on the thigh to return his attention to the contents of the box. Along with the magnificent collar, there was a pair of shackles. They were about three inches in height, and no more than that in diameter, small to suit a boy's slender ankles. A thick silver chain, a little over one foot in length, lay between them, attached to rings in the irons themselves. There was also a slightly smaller pair with a similar chain, meant for Alex' wrists. There were spreader bars of different lengths, and one that could be adjusted, all of which would replace the chains on occasion. Last there was the thickest and longest chain of all, rolled neatly and tucked into a large pouch at the bottom of the box. It was a lead for his collar. Alex looked at me with moistening eyes. "Put them on me, sir, please," he begged. "Patience, Alex. We haven't even opened the other one yet." When we did, Alex became a great deal more subdued. "You see the difference, don't you, boy?" Robert asked gently. "Metal is cold and unforgiving, certainly, but it can't be fitted to the body. Leather on the other hand . . . " The mere sight of it was arousing. For Alex it meant strict bondage from this day forward. I heard him take a deep breath. All of the leather pieces were in black, with silvery rings and buckles. I made up my mind instantly that I would keep him in this most of the time. Metal was for working out doors and nights spent in the barn, and perhaps special occasions when that silvery finish would show him off so perfectly. I took the leather collar out first. It was two inches wide, with silver studs to match those on his chastity belt. There were three rings as well, one each on the front and sides, and a buckle in the back. Alex just stared at it. "Stand up, Alex." He'd been waiting for this all day. All his life perhaps. He stood straight and still and held his breath. We both of us felt the supreme weight of this moment. I put the collar around his neck, then reached behind him to buckle it. And just like that it was done. Tears fell from his eyes, and he was not ashamed to let anyone see them. "You are now collared, young man," Robert said. "That is a great honor and a great responsibility. Your only duty now is to your master, who loves you a great deal." Alex was weeping. "I know he does, sir." "Obey him, and serve him with all of your heart and all of your soul." "I will, sir." "Don't tell me, tell your master." Alex faced me and stood as tall as he could, all five feet of him. "Master, I will obey you, and serve you, with all of my heart, and all of my soul." He put his hand over his chest when he said it. I nearly cried right there. Robert then looked at me kindly. "And you, Steven. Teach this boy and protect him with all of your compassion and all of your strength." "I will, Robert." "Don't tell me, tell your slave." I turned to my boy again. His eyes were dancing. "Alex, I will teach you and protect you, with all of my compassion, and all of my strength." He threw his arms around me and I hugged him for a moment. He was so beautiful, so strong, and so brave. And he was not yet thirteen years old. The harness came out of the box next. I held it up to him. Robert had kept it simple, and I knew it would suit my boy perfectly. Thick straps for over his shoulders and around his chest, joined at the front and back by large steel rings. The straps had smaller d-rings at various locations, allowing for a wide range of restraint. I buckled the shoulder straps first, then tightened the chest straps over his ribs. I made sure they were a little more than snug, just enough to restrict his breathing a little. That gave the boy a thrill, and he looked at me with wide eyes. "Too tight?" I asked. "No, sir," he said, testing his ability to move and breathe in the harness. "Feels real good." Next came his wrist cuffs. They were similar to the collar, studded, but with locking clasps rather than rings. The buckles were also a little bit different, for the ends of the loops were fed through a clasp designed to take a padlock. Once they were on, Alex would not be able to take them off. I put them both on, first his left wrist, then his right. The padlocks were of the same type that kept his chastity belt from coming off, and they used the same keys. I clicked them in place then took out the chain designed to go between them. "The ends of the chain will go through the clasps," Robert explained. I pushed them in and they clicked in place. "There's a quick release on them, here," he pointed out the tiny release where the clasp was riveted to the cuff. "You can reach it easily, he can't reach it at all." Robert was right. I told Alex to try and get the chain off by himself. He couldn't do it. The chain itself kept getting in his way. Only when his arms were down straight at his sides, was the clasp accessible. "You'll find the clasps will also attach to the rings on his collar and his harness." I released the chain for the moment and returned it to the box. Two more identical pieces caught my eye, and I pulled them out. "Arm restraints, Steven," Robert explained. "You will find them very useful for punishment. You strap them on just below his biceps, above his elbows." They were, by design and necessity, a lot tighter than the wrist cuffs. They dug into his skin just a bit. Again there were clasps and rings and I realized I could lock his arms down at his sides anytime I wanted to. I wanted to right now. I pressed in on his slender limbs and heard the clasps click with the rings on the chest straps of the harness. Alex found his arms instantly and completely immobilized. His eyes were wide and he was beginning to sweat. The ankle cuffs were made in the same fashion and form as those on his wrists, again with small locks to ensure he could not remove them. I knelt down and put them on. After I'd secured the cuffs in place, I took a moment to rub my hands up and down Alexander's legs. Smooth and hairless and firm, tanned golden brown by the summer sun. My perfect boy. "OK so far?" A joyous little hum and his young voice answered me. "I'm always ok with you." Robert himself presented the next item to me. Thigh cuffs. Ideal for binding his legs together, or immobilizing him in his bed. They accentuated his shapely young legs. Alex looked incredibly sexy in them. Last from the box was the gag. It was a rubber ball, dark red in color, with slender straps for his head. For the first time I saw a little fear in Alexander's young eyes, the sudden overwhelming awareness that his bondage was total and that he could not free himself had begun to have its effect. He was trembling, and struggling just a bit to move to his arms. "Open your mouth. Wider." I put the ball into his mouth slowly. In the weeks and months and years that lay ahead for us, gagging him would become a swift and harsh daily ritual. Our first act, before anything else. But not today, not this very first time. It came last, the boy's final and most difficult sacrifice. Over the last three days, Alex had willingly surrendered every part of his body to me, except his voice. Now he was going to give that to me as well, freely. The boy's gift of himself touched me in a way I had not expected. Tears began to fall, and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he needed me to be gentle, and I was. "Bite down, Alex." He did. I reached around behind his head and buckled the strap, pulling the gag tight and forcing the ball a little deeper into his mouth. His sweet innocent eyes filled with panic for just a moment. "Breathe through your nose, sweetie," I whispered, tenderly rubbing his arms bound helpless to his sides. He calmed down right away. "Better?" Alex nodded, and blinked once. I was impressed that he remembered. And so it was done. I stood back, amazed at Alex' transformation, but also by the feeling that this was so right, so perfect, so true, something that fit and suited him so well. His muscular twelve-year-old body was tightly harnessed and restrained. His slender neck was collared. His cock and balls were encased in metallic chastity and forever out of his reach. His sweet young face, with those endearing freckles on his nose, and those wondrous hazel eyes, was in no way diminished by the ball-gag that filled his mouth. "I love you, Alex," I said as I opened clasps on his armbands and freed him from his first taste of strict restraint. My gagged boy couldn't answer, but the look in his eyes spoke immense volumes and his arms quickly found their way around my waist. Another box, similar to the first pair, still awaited our attention. Robert instructed Michael to open this one, and saw that the experienced master's planning had been quite meticulous. Everything I would need for Alex was here. They were, all of them, instruments of pain. With his perpetually dark sense of humor, Alex would take to calling it his 'Treasure Chest of Torture' in the coming weeks. There was, of course, a whip, long and slender. I said a quiet prayer of thanks that Robert hadn't included that thick and frightening monster I'd seen hanging on the wall of his supply room. Alex was years away from being ready for that kind of thing. Along with the whip came a modest collection of its smaller cousins. I would need more as the months and years went by, but this was an excellent start. There was the mandatory cat-o-nine-tails, each of its slender ends tightly knotted. The handle was wrapped in brown leather. I took it from the box and swished it playfully around Alex' thighs a few times. Not enough to even make it snap, just a gentle brushing. He would feel its bite soon enough. The rest of my inventory of discipline: A leather strap, two feet long and three inches wide. A rectangular wooden paddle with holes drilled upon its surface. Robert had burned the name 'Alex' at the base of the handle. A small tawse, clearly meant for chastising the penis and testicles. There was also a slender cane, which Robert instructed me not to use until he taught me the proper technique. "The cane can scar for life, Steven," he said darkly. In spite or because of Robert's chilling words, Alex was drawn to it like a moth to the flame. I held it out to him and laid it across his outstretched hands. The boy could not take his eyes of it. So simple, so plain, so quietly elegant and symbolic of pain and suffering. "It has teeth you cannot see," Robert explained. "Careful, boy. Don't let it bite you." Alex returned it to me with a look of trepidation in his eyes. He genuinely feared this slender rod, more than anything else in the box. After the cane came other fun accessories. A trio of dildoes, in small, medium and extremely large. Two sets of clamps with adjoining chains. A series of simple cock rings in various sizes, a leather ball spreader, a tiny mallet for beating the testicles, and finally a leather blindfold. Clearly Robert expected Alex and me to be quite busy. We would not be disappointing him. He was like an impish schoolboy when it at last came time to open the two large crates that currently dominated our living room. I was about to send Alex out to get a crowbar, but Michael quietly produced one, seemingly out of nowhere. He smiled at us all softly. "A resourceful slave is a credit to his master," Robert chuckled. "What would I do without you, Michael?" The handsome young slave was wise enough to let that question go unanswered. With his master's permission, he pried open both of the crates. The first, and largest, contained a wooden contraption of some sort, the planks all disassembled and packaged with Robert's obsessive precision. I was not prepared to guess what it was, but I knew that by the end of the evening it would be residing in my living room. The second carton contained a wooden bench, about three feet long and two feet high. Michael gestured to Alex with two fingers, and together the young slaves lifted it from the crate. Freed of its packaging I could better appreciate it. It was oak, stained a dark brown. Both ends were padded. It had six legs altogether, one on each corner naturally, and two in the very center for added strength. The legs at the ends had rings at various heights. Three leather straps hung from the right side of the bench. The first and widest, at the very center, was almost six inches. The other two were at each end. "I built these for Michael," Robert said, gesturing to the crates, "when I first began training him. He has outgrown them. I wondered if I'd ever find a use for them again." "Then let's put it to good use right now. I still haven't punished him for his misbehavior on the phone with you today." Robert turned sharply and glared at Alex in mock anger. "Indeed? I saw his little red behind when I came in. I assumed you'd take care of that already." "No. That was left over from this morning, wasn't it, kiddo?" The boy's face blushed until it was as red as his well- punished rear. Silenced by the gag he nodded slowly. "On the bench then, dear boy," Robert sang. "On your back, please, Alex," I added. The boy lay down and stretched himself out. The bench was only a foot wide, so his limbs naturally fell off on either side. I bound his wrist cuffs to the rings on the front legs of the bench. This pulled his arms down sharply. I could see the slight strain in his muscles and his shoulders, but I wasn't worried. I knew Alex liked things tight and stretchy. His ankles were locked down next. The bench was low enough that the balls of his feet just touched the floor as I clasped his ankle cuffs to the rings on the hind legs of the bench. Robert meanwhile was kind enough to pull the waist strap over Alex' stomach and tighten it down on the other side. "Comfy?" I asked. Alex made a soft purring sound and nodded vigorously that he was. As always, he tested his bondage with a few sharp jerks. I patted him on the thigh. "Don't go anywhere," I said. He rolled his eyes in classic adolescent fashion. I returned to our 'torture' box and selected the less evil looking of the clamps, the leather strap, and the penis whip. Robert seemed pleased with my choices, if perhaps a little surprised. I think a small part of him believed I didn't have the stomach for this. I was pretty sure Alex thought so too, and Alex needed to be taught a lesson. "What do you have in mind, Steven?" my mentor asked softly as I handed Michael the instruments of the boy's punishment. I kept the clamps in my hands and gazed down at Alex, his slender hairless body stretched and restrained on the bench. His eyes were wild and hungry. "I think it's time Alex started learning about pain, don't you?" The older man's bearded lips curled in a smile that was neither sweet nor gentle, one that was burned forever in my own brain. That was the face I had seen all those years ago, when he quite literally whipped the drugs out of me. He nodded slowly and we began. I pried open the clamps. I could feel by the resistance that they would be quite intense. I wet my finger and rubbed Alex' right nipple. His young eyes were fixed on me, watching every move with rabid attention. Once his little nub was hard, I put the clamp on, releasing it gently, allowing the pressure and the pain to build. Alex shouted into his gag. I wet my finger and rubbed Alex' left nipple. His young eyes were fixed on me, watching every move with rabid attention. Once his little nub was hard, I put the clamp on, this time letting go quickly, allowing it to squeeze its tiny target with relentless force. Another anguished cry, muffled by the rubber ball in his mouth. Alex thrashed his head around on the padded rest. "Michael," I said, gazing up at the handsome young man. "Would you please hold his head?" Michael received a tacit nod from his master and immediately knelt at the front of the bench. He took my sweet boy's head gently between his hands and stared down into Alexander's eyes. I heard him whisper something, soft and kind and comforting it sounded, and Alex lay still again. He was breathing rapidly through his nose, trying to process this new sensation. Distracted by the clamps, as I was sure he would be, he did not even seem to notice when I unbuckled the seed pod from his leather jockstrap. Hanging loose for only the second time since it was put on, the weight of it pulled his genitals down a bit. I took the ring from my pocket that held all of the boy's keys and opened the padlock. The hex wrench was next. I turned it slowly in the bolt. I had his attention again now. A moment later the pod was open. Inside, his balls were red and swollen, desperate to release his immature seed. His cock lay over them, held down by the leather straps, its purplish head just peeking out from the foreskin. Everything was wet and gooey with the boy's pre-cum. I released the straps and worked quickly, pushing his four inches back through the opening in the pod before it could get hard. His plump nearly thirteen-year-old balls were pushed through. For the first time in three days his boyhood was free to do its thing. He erected immediately, six full inches standing above his smooth hairless groin. His foreskin fell back without being coaxed. Alex has a beautiful crown, perfectly shaped. I'd never seen Alex so hard or so thick. This was a man's penis, attached to the body of a boy. It was dark red and glistening and eager for attention. Attention it would receive. "Michael, the whip, please." Without hesitation, the young slave picked it up and handed it to me. I will never forget the look on Alexander's face. His cock was free. It was his first erection in three days. He stared at it in wonder. Clearly he'd never seen it quite so big either. The pain of the clamps and seventy-two hours of total denial had conspired to make him a horny little animal. His eyes got that faraway misty look I've since come to know and love over the years. "Alex," I said, my voice was soft. "Look at me." He turned his eyes in my direction and forced himself to concentrate. "You are being punished for your disrespect to Master Robert. I am going to whip your penis. You will not cum." Robert stopped me before I could begin. "May I take his gag off?" he asked. "I would like to hear the boy scream." "By all means." With tender compassion, Robert bent over and gently removed Alex' gag. A stream of spittle came out with it. "There boy," he said, patting the kid's shaven head, "wiggle your jaw around a bit. Better?" "Yes, sir, aaahhh." The clamps were a constant re- enforcement of my discipline. "Alex, tell us your safeword," I said. "Butterfly," the boy replied, squirming in his bonds. "We've all heard it now. Use it if you need to. There is no shame here. Only discipline." "I . . . I understand, sir." I brought the tiny whip back then snapped it against his cock. "Oooww!" Another, a little harder this time. "Aaawwww." Michael again held the younger boy's head as Alex thrashed around on the bench. I snapped the whip three times in sharp succession. A long high-pitched moan issued from Alexander's throat. He was panting now, wiggling his hips. His cock was oozing fluid from his prostate in an endless stream. Another lash. This one kissed his glans. "Awww gawd, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I could see his muscles tensing up. "I'm going to cum, sir!" he said hysterically. "No you are not," I told him. I stopped and returned the whip to Michael, leaving Alex hard and dripping wet, as close to orgasm as he had ever been, but unable to climax. With his arms bound helplessly to the legs of the bench, the boy threw his head back in frustration and bounced it several times against the padding. While Alex was enduring the paroxysms of another denied orgasm, I released his legs and bound them together with the locking clasps on the ankle cuffs. Then I raised them until his feet were above his head, folding the boy neatly in half, exposing his cute rear end. Michael obligingly held his ankles. One hand was all he needed, the other rested gently on Alex' forehead. I picked up the leather strap and gave it a good swish in the empty air to practice. My target was defenseless and still pink from its morning session. In his current position, Alex' balls hung down below the spot where his thighs were pressed together by the cuffs. His cock, undoubtedly, was still pointing toward his chin, hidden from my view by his legs. I took a moment and rolled his nuts between my fingers. He moaned plaintively and begged me to bring him off. I encircled his balls with my right hand and pulled them up and out of my way. With my left I brought the strap down across his buttocks. It made a loud smack as it crashed against his tender boyflesh. "Start counting, sweetie," I said. Alex always needed to be reminded. What is it the British say? Six of the best? Well, my questionable knowledge of English boarding schools aside, that's what he got. He screamed so beautifully.

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Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2002 11:35:19 -0500 From: istari Subject: Mastering Alex 28 - 29 The following story describes the evolving relationship between and man and a thirteen-year-old boy. It is the story of a safe, loving, consensual, dominant/submissive relationship and does contain scenes of bondage, sadomasochism, etc. If that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading. This story is utter fiction, the product perhaps of my own childhood fantasies, and nothing more. Comments are welcome at istari_olias@hotmail.com Mastering Alex Chapter 28: Magic and Loss I've said before that Alex has a certain magic about him, a way of turning people's emotions inside out. He can bring joy with the merest flash of his beautiful eyes, or the gentle touch of his hand. He can also take it away when it suits him, or bring other less welcome feelings into the light. He'd be a mystic, if fantasy and magic were things I believed in. But I don't. What he is instead is a skilled manipulator. Most times I know he's not even aware of the effect he has on those around him, me especially, and he does it without meaning to. But just as I have learned that I have a certain power to hurt him, Alex knows he has the power to hurt me in return. He would not look at me as he stood there, battered and exhausted from the nightmarish chase that had lasted nearly two hours. A chase he could have ended, and didn't. And now we would both pay a price for it at the hands of a man neither of us even knew. Had it been Robert, or Samuel, or even Bartholomew, perhaps it would not have seemed so awful. Not that there was anything overtly sinister about this Vincent. I'd noticed him earlier. Younger like myself, with a handsome slave just out of his teens. He'd done nothing to indicate that he might not be trustworthy, but I could tell by his posture, and the way he had my boy tied, that he was likely a rough and stern master. And of course there was the simple fact that he did not love Alex. He did not know what makes my boy happy, what makes him sad, what makes him smile, and what really and truly hurts him. How could I just let this man take him for the night? Vincent extended his hand to me as the other masters gathered round, all quite disappointed in the outcome and quite jealous of the winner's luck, or skill. His grip was strong and sure. "Quite a boy you have here, Master Steven," he said in a soft voice. I had no argument there. Alex still would not raise his head. Vincent turned the boy round so I could see his backside. There between his shoulders was a livid scratch, bruised around the edges. The mark was unmistakable. "Mayday had his paws into him when I found them. It's a good thing the boy was plugged or we'd still be trying to get them apart." That was a vision I quickly ushered from my mind, but of course, it kept coming back in spite of my best efforts, as all my visions of Alex in unspeakable torment often did. I had to force myself to focus on Wim as he quietly explained the rules. "Vincent, the boy is yours until midnight. You may do as you wish with him. Steven, you cannot interfere." I nodded that I understood. Wim continued addressing the victor, as Alex stood straight and still and quiet beside him, the wiggling of his toes the only movement he made. "You are strictly forbidden to do anything that might cause lasting injury. Alex has a safeword. You will respect it." "Of course," the young master said, looking at me with surprisingly gentle eyes. "Still, I would very much like to hear him scream." I couldn't help but smile, even as my heart raced in my chest. "He'll scream beautifully for you." Alex raised his head for just a second and gave me a vacant stare. Then he lowered his chin to his chest once more. "I'm sure he will." "At midnight," Wim continued, "you will return the boy to his master," and he handed Vincent a card that certainly had my room on it. Vincent then turned his eyes to me. "Master, I will release my claim on him if you wish." It was the gesture I'd been told to expect should Alex get himself caught, and it was given with all sincerity. I almost took it without a second thought. But I didn't. Instead I stood in front of Alex and studied this boy I'd always thought I knew so well. He was filthy and utterly spent, his rapid breathing the only visible sign that he was currently terrified. With a hand under his chin I forced him to look at me. He was angry. Angry at me for leaving him alone most of the afternoon, for putting him on display when I knew he hated it, most of all for making him do this, for the dogs, for the chase, for just about everything else he could think of in that moment. In the lowest, softest voice I'd ever heard him use, Alex spoke just two words to me. "Fuck you." If it was his intention to make me angry in return, it worked. I took his leash from my pocket and handed it to Vincent. "Take him." And he did. Roughly. Alex stumbled along behind, and I watched until they disappeared into the house. Wim's hand found my shoulder. "I've known Vince since he was Joshua's age. Perfectly safe. Make no mistake, he will be very hard on Alex. Expect quite a few bruises when you get him back, but your boy likes being knocked around doesn't he?" "Yes, he does. And sometimes he hits back." Wim looked at me with warm and perceptive eyes. "Are you two fighting?" "No. He's just sending me a message. If you don't mind, I need some time to myself." "Certainly." Our host excused himself with his usual formal style. Alone, I returned to our empty room in the carriage house, nothing left to do but watch the clock and wonder what was going on in the main house, as the lights from its many windows shone toward me across the manicured lawn. I'd stretched out on the sofa and was already half- asleep when Robert and Samuel let themselves in. They were both dressed in worn comfortable jeans and denim shirts. Michael was as well, looking quite handsome with his blond hair swept back. Young Sebastian was still in his black T- shirt, and now he also had a silken pair of black soccer shorts around his waist, loose-fitting so as not to irritate the freshly pierced flesh between his legs. "I believe there is the little matter of our wager, Sam," Robert said, clearly concluding a conversation from outside. With a frown and a sigh, the doctor reached into his back pocket and pulled out a substantial roll of bills which quickly found its way into Robert's hands. "I'd have bet a hundred times he was a winner," Collins said with certain disappointment in his voice. Robert only laughed. "You bet against Alex?" I asked in mock disdain. "Turned out to be the smart one, didn't I?" Robert replied with his typical biting sarcasm. My friends made themselves comfortable while young Sebastian was sent to the bar to make drinks for everyone. "Kid makes a mean martini," Samuel said to me as I watched the redheaded eleven-year-old pouring and shaking and plopping olives into the glasses. "Sure you won't have one?" I certainly could have used one at that moment, but that kind of stuff was off limits, for my own sake, and for Alex. "Iced tea will be fine," I replied. Sam nodded, and his eyes told me he understood. I know Robert hadn't said anything about the problems of my youth, it is not his way to share secrets, but Samuel Collins is a rather perceptive character. "It doesn't mean I can't enjoy watching our little bartender though," I offered with a laugh. It was after all an incredibly adorable scene. The little guy was too short and had to kneel on one of the stools in order to reach the counter. He wiggled his bare toes and hummed a little song to himself while he worked. It sounded classical. "Brahms," Sam proclaimed in answer to my unvoiced question. "I think. He knows them better than I do. Brahms?" he called out. "Yes, master," Sebastian replied without turning from his duties. He resumed his little one boy symphony without missing a note. "Is that all he's listening to these days?" Robert asked with a chuckle as he sat down beside me, pulling Michael onto the cushion next to him. "No. I'm sorry to say he's discovered rock. Or what passes for it these days. I had to wash his mouth out last week for singing some lyrics I did not approve of." Somehow I imagined that the classic boyhood punishment took on some wicked twists under Samuel Collins' direction. He smiled at me. "It was just a bar of Ivory, Steven. Honestly, you must think I'm some sort of monster. Of course he was strapped down at the time, and it was in his mouth for about three hours. You won't be singing that song again, will you, boy?" "No, sir," the redhead called back, just now placing the glasses on a silver tray. Sebastian then walked toward us, expertly balancing it with one hand. He held the tray down to me with a bright smile and I took my tea. "Thank you, Sebastian." "My pleasure, sir." He served everyone, then stood in front of Samuel with the tray tucked neatly under his arm. "May I have a Pepsi, master?" he asked. "Do you think you've been good today?" came the playful reply. Little four-foot Seb stood tall. "Very good, sir." "Alright. Just one. No refills." "Yes, sir!" And the boy scurried off to the bar once more. "Too much sugar makes him jumpy," Sam explained. "But he's earned a special treat today." "How's his . . . " "Healing nicely already." Robert laid a hand on my knee as Sebastian toddled back and sat down gingerly at his master's feet, being sure to place his aluminum can on a coaster. That boy is almost too mannerly. It is rather disconcerting at times. "Wim told us you had come back here," Robert said. "Are you having a hard time with this?" I nodded, but of course Robert as yet had no clue as to the real reason. "I'm surprised Alex was caught," Sam offered, almost consoling me it seemed. "Perhaps Bartholomew wore him out a bit more than he was letting on." "No," I said, sipping my tea. "He let himself get caught. He's trying to teach me a lesson." Robert shook his head and grinned. "I was sure he'd do something like this sooner or later. He likes to push people's buttons, yours especially." "He's very good at it." "Masterful, I would say. But I'm afraid he has bitten off a bit more than he bargained for with Vincent." I was about to get to my feet and run off to find him, such was Robert's tone, but my friend and mentor held me back. "Don't misread me, Steven. Vincent is trustworthy. He would never truly harm anyone. But he is also very cruel and very harsh, and not nearly so patient and tolerant as I am." Michael laughed in spite of himself. "You will pay for that, dear boy," Robert said, smacking the eighteen-year-old on the thigh. "Vincent plays rather rough. Alex is not used to that. The boy is having a difficult time right now, rest assured, and no doubt regretting his decision." "Do we go forward with our plans?" Samuel asked, "when the boy returns." I had to think about it, but not for long. "We do." At exactly midnight, there was a knock at the door. I was the only one wide-awake. Sebastian lay curled up in Samuel's arms as they both lay snoring across the sofa. Robert had taken Michael into the bedroom hours ago for a good hard fuck and neither of them had come back out. Seb cracked his eyes open as I walked by. The knock came again. "Why don't you get everyone up, sweetheart?" I said to him softly. He yawned and stretched and nodded his cute little red head. I opened the door, and there was Vincent with a rather satisfied look on his face. Alex lay at his feet, tightly and rather brutally hog-tied, a cum-soaked cloth rag in his mouth to gag him. I noticed fresh welts and bruises on his back and thighs. Lots of them. And there was a single red rose sticking out of his butt. Vincent smiled at me. "Alex has a great little ass, master. And he does scream beautifully." "Did he behave himself?" "Not at first, but we came to an understanding, didn't we, boy?" He kicked Alex in the ribs. Not a real kick. Just a soft little touch of his booted foot. Alex moaned softly and nodded his head. "Don't suppose he's for sale?" I saw the wink in Vincent's eyes. Alex of course did not. He moaned again and bucked in his tight and merciless bonds. "Afraid not," I said, after allowing a bit of silence to make the boy worry. "Well, I had to ask. See you around kid." And with that he turned and walked away. By now Robert and Sam had made their way toward the door. Together we lifted Alex off the floor and deposited the naked boy in the center of the room. He struggled for a moment, his calculated show of distress. Then he lifted his head, with some real difficulty, and gave me that look I'd come to know so well. The one that said, 'I'm done. You can untie me now.' I knelt down and pressed my fingers into the sticky rag that filled his mouth. It was tied tightly behind his head. "Yours or his?" I asked as I wiped the spent cum on his forehead. He jerked sharply and glared at me. "mmmph." Reading my thoughts I heard Robert whisper to Michael. "Bring Master Steven a cane. If you choose one not to my liking, I will thrash you to a bloody pulp." The young man's face paled, and he gazed down at Alex, lying there bound and momentarily motionless. It was not difficult to tell what was in his heart, but, as always, he did as ordered. And as always, I noticed his selection was rather harsh. A long thick cane with a steel tip. I wondered. Was it his fear of Robert's threats, or something else that led him to show those flashes of cruelty whenever Alex was concerned? "Perhaps that one would be a little too effective, Michael," his master whispered softly. Standing as they were behind him, Alex could not see the evil implement of torture in his dear sweet Michael's hands. "I . . . I'd like to see what it does to him, sir." It was the first time Mike had ever professed a desire to cause Alex pain. Alex heard those cold words, uttered by a young man he deeply loved and admired, and pressed his head into the antique Persian rug on which he lay. Robert looked at me. I nodded. "But Michael must do it himself." "I think that was the idea, Steven." Michael stood over the boy and swung the cane a few times to get the proper mechanics. "Where, sir?" he asked me. Tied as he was, the soles of Alex' feet were vulnerable and defenseless. Pale and soft. "His feet," I said. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Alex fought desperately to free himself, only straining his stretched and aching muscles that much more. "Alex." He was rubbing his wrists raw. "Alex!" I shouted at him, which I rarely ever do. "Be still!" Finally I had to kneel in front of him again, and take his head between my hands. "Look at me." He did, with venom in his eyes. "You're being punished. I think you know why." He closed his eyes in that smug manner thirteen-year- olds master so well. "Look at me." He did. Tears were coming now. I reached behind his head and untied the cloth. "Who's sperm is this?" I asked him gently. His face flushed with guilt. "It's mine, sir." "So you enjoyed yourself then." "No, sir." There was no doubting the sincerity of his denial. "He made me cum, sir." "How many times?" "Until it started to hurt, sir." I stuffed the rag back into the boy's mouth. "Can you snap your fingers." With a frightened whimper he nodded and demonstrated that he could. "Snap them twice if you need to take a break," I told him. "But we decide when you're finished. This is punishment, Alex, not play. It's time you learned the difference." He closed his eyes and turned his head away from me. "Ten strokes, please," I ordered. Michael drew the heavy cane back and brought it down sharply. It made a low whistle as it cut through the air. The sound that came when it hit the boy's feet was hard to describe. Somewhere between a crack and a thud. Alex shrieked into his gag and balled his hands into fists. Already a livid red welt crossed his right foot where the cane had struck. Michael did it again. Alex howled and choked back a sob. Then another blow, this one landing on both feet at once. Alex snapped his fingers. Michael stopped, but did not put the cane down. We gave the boy several minutes to recover as we all stood over him. Sebastian was utterly fascinated and reached his hand out to touch Alexander's feet. Dr. Collins took his wrist and gently pulled him away. I nodded to Michael and he began again. He was crying, but he delivered three more strokes with expert precision. Alex was beside himself. Mike raised the cane again, determined to carry out the boy's sentence. Samuel's hand stopped him. "I think he's had enough," he said softly. "Any more, and nerve damage becomes a possibility. Besides, I have a better idea." He whispered something to Sebastian and the redheaded boy quickly scurried off toward the armoire, returning with five long black feathers, handing one to each of us with a deliciously evil smile on his face. With the gentlest touch, I ran the feather across my boy's right foot. Alex jerked wildly. Receiving encouragement from his master, Sebastian did the same with the helpless left foot in front of him. Alex took in a sharp breath and tried to roll onto his side. Robert's boot between his shoulder blades pinned him down quickly. "Don't move, slave," Robert hissed sharply. Sebastian and I continued with the boy's feet. Samuel and Michael knelt down and worked their feathers up and down the boy's sides, concentrating on his ribs where he was most ticklish. Hog-tied and gagged, and pinned by Robert's pressing weight, Alex had no hope of defending himself against this assault. He howled and cried and struggled like a little madman, only to receive further torment for his efforts. We tortured him with the feathers for thirty minutes. Alex was breathless and in hysterics when we finally stopped. He whined plaintively when he discovered he was not about to be untied. We busied ourselves in the little kitchenette, preparing a late snack. Young Sebastian yawned, causing us all to do so, but a bit of food and drink would help restore our energy. I walked over to where Alex lay moaning quietly to himself. I forced open the boy's clenched fists and placed a large bowl of popcorn in his bound hands. "If you move, or let any spill, we'll tickle you again." Surrounding our living table, we ate and talked, and Seb even proudly showed us his newest ring. I would learn it never took much encouragement for that boy to take his pants off, and they did not go back on. He was adorable in just his long black T-shirt, sitting beside Alex with his slender legs folded beneath him, cruelly resting his cold can of soda between Alex' shoulders. Alex jumped when Seb did that, and several pieces of popcorn left the shaking bowl. "He spilled some, sir!" the eleven-year-old was quick to point out. Youthful Michael, not so effected by the late hour, took the bowl away, grabbed his feather and tormented Alex with it for another half-hour, even rolling the boy onto his side and tickling his belly button. Alex had reached the point where he could almost sense an impending tickle. He flinched each time, before the feather even touched him, and sobbed miserably whenever he was given a brief moment to catch his breath. Seb soon joined in, laughing joyously. A little boy's laugh. It was endearing to hear, and interesting to know it came at the anguish and misery of another boy not much older than he was. Robert, Sam, and I simply sat back and watched, rather amazed at how quickly the two young slaves had formed a team and the sheer delight they both seemed to be taking in the torture of my Alex. Finally, when Alex was showing the first signs of real distress, they both stopped. They gently rubbed the boy's aching shoulders. It was a touching scene, and I let it go for a few minutes. "Leave him be," I finally told them. Immediately they stood up. The bulge in Michael's jeans was obvious, and by the uncomfortable way Seb was prancing around, it was clear his little cock was trying its best to get hard. "Show me, Seb," Sam Collins ordered. The eleven-year-old lifted his shirt. Sure enough his little organ was swollen and straining against the ring that kept it down between his legs. With a warm smile, the doctor gestured the boy close. "Hold still." And with great care he worked the ring free of the boy's scrotum. Seb sighed and moaned in delight as his penis instantly stood straight up, four cute little inches of boyflesh. Rare was the time, over the next several days, when Sebastian wasn't walking around proudly sporting an erection. "No touching," Sam warned. Sebastian nodded and threw his slender arms around his master's waist. "I remember when you used to get hard like that, Michael," Robert said with a warm smile. "I was never that young, sir," Mike replied, adjusting the hard cock in his pants. "No, I suppose you weren't." Over the years I've learned more and more about Michael, and how horrible his life had been before Robert took him in at age fifteen. He was not joking about never being as young as Sebastian, for his childhood had been filled with nothing but pain and abuse and hardship. 'This is the childhood I missed out on, right now,' he told me once during a private moment as he gazed at his master with loving eyes. The two of them embraced, and Robert worked his hands inside Michael's jeans. "I haven't been taking enough care of this lately, Mike," he said softly. "I am sorry." Care of course likely meant having it whipped or cruelly milked, anything but what most would call pleasure. Nevertheless Michael smiled and rested his head on Robert's shoulder. I gazed down at Alex. He was lying still and quiet again, wiggling his fingers, which were beginning to take on a rather unhealthy shade. Kneeling down beside him, I kissed him on the head and finally removed Vincent's rose from his ass. I slowly untied his bonds. "Take it slow, Alex," I told him once I had him freed. He straightened his slender limbs carefully, and I rubbed his hands to get them warmed up again. "Stand up." Slowly he got to his feet, quickly to discover that having your soles beaten has certain long-term effects that are not entirely pleasant. He danced from foot to foot and his eyes watered. His front was bruised almost as terribly as his back. A full day of beatings and discipline had taken a certain toll to be sure. I untied the gag and tossed the wet cloth aside, drawing him forcefully into a close embrace. My boy winced and trembled and tried to pull himself away. "He whipped you." Alex hissed as I ran my hands over his shoulders and pressed them firmly into his latest bruises. "Yes, sir." "Did you deserve it?" "Yes, sir." "You misbehaved?" He nodded slowly, still shifting his weight from one foot to another. "Tell me." He looked me in the eyes for the first time. "I wouldn't suck his dick, sir." "Why not?" "I don't love him, sir." That was a dagger meant for my heart, a sign I should have noticed, but it somehow missed, or, more truthfully, I simply allowed it to. "And so he whipped you." Again he nodded. "And did you suck him then?" Choking back a sob he nodded miserably that he had. Whipped into submission. Something he'd never endured before. Kissing his neck I whispered in his ear. "Did he fuck you?" Silence. "I asked you a question, Alex. Did he fuck you?" "Yes," he answered, quiet and ashamed. "Did you enjoy it?" "No." I kissed him on the lips, forcing my tongue into his mouth. He pulled against me for a moment, then relaxed, and I felt the familiar light and playful touch of his own tongue dancing with mine. I pushed him away when I felt his cock hardening against my leg. "Bring me your cuffs and harness. And your belt." "Yes, sir." Alex walked off with an uneven gait, favoring his left foot, which seemed to have gotten the worst of the cane. He would not even look at Michael. Cradling everything in his arms, he returned and lay his gear on the floor in front of him. I gestured to my companions. All four of us adults roughly took a slender limb and locked a cuff in place, clicking the padlocks simultaneously. As a further humiliation, we made Alex kneel in front of Sebastian, and we all watched as the younger boy put Alex back into his harness. I put the belt on him myself. "You won't be needing these for a while," I said, giving his cock and balls a gentle squeeze before locking them in the metal pod once more. "On your knees, Alex." He obeyed, and the five of us quickly surrounded him. The realization that he was the only one who was naked struck him instantly. Even Sebastian was as fully dressed as he ever gets. I gazed over at Michael. We had planned all along for him to start things off and give Alex a glimpse of what the next five days would hold for him. It was a big step for the young man, who had once been Alex himself. He was silent for a moment, staring down at this gentle clever boy he'd somehow managed to fall in love with. We waited, and finally Michael broke the silence. Alex would tell me years later, 'Mike became my master that day.' And it was true. None of us yet saw it, least of all Michael himself, but it was true. "You are our slave for the next five days, Alex. You will obey any order any of us give you without question. You will be naked. You will be silent. You will be bound. You will be tortured. You will crawl everywhere you are told to go. There will be pain. There will be punishment. You will not sleep. Now, suck my cock." Alex just stared in horrified shock at Michael whom he so dearly loved. For a moment he looked as if he were about to cry, but then he crawled forward on his hands and knees, opened the young man's jeans with shaking fingers, and took Michael into his mouth. Chapter 29: Wide Awake Alex was on his knees for several hours, servicing each of us in turn, and then doing it again. Even Sebastian got his little cock sucked, just once, for the first time in his young life, providing us with a chorus of high-pitched squeals and frantic grunts. Soon the little guy was fucking Alex' face with a look of fierce determination in his eyes. He didn't know what he was going for, but he knew there had to be something waiting for him at the end, and he was going to get it. Sam pulled the boys apart when he thought Sebastian was getting close. The boy was not permitted to have an orgasm. The doctor swiftly replaced Sebastian's throbbing little member with his own, forcing it down Alexander's throat. I was the last to have my cock in his mouth. He could barely hold himself up, my hands behind his head the only thing keeping him on his knees. When I was finished, Alex collapsed on the floor and rolled onto his back, his eyes fluttering. Cum dribbled from his lips and glistened on his chest and stomach. I knelt down beside him and sat the boy up. "Hold me," he whispered. And I did. He turned his face away. I heard him sniffling softly. "Are you crying?" Alex quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "No." "Honey, all you have to do is say one word. Just one." "I can't." "I know." Michael and I were the first to stay up with him while the others went to bed. Sebastian actually kissed Alex good night, then with a huge yawn staggered off to Samuel's waiting arms. They both joined Robert in the bedroom and closed the door. It was a little after two in the morning, and I'd be up for another eight hours. Michael looked at me with tired eyes. "Coffee, sir?" he asked quietly. "Absolutely." He smiled and went off to the little kitchen to get a pot brewing. I had Alex standing in the corner, his hands behind his back, his cute little behind on display for me, and took the solitary moment to examine the schedule Michael had created for the next five days. He had come up with some interesting pairings that would surely keep Alex on his toes, among other things. I confess I felt a little chill when I saw that Sam and Sebastian would be alone with him on the second day. Doctors do make the best torturers after all, and I wondered just what he might have in store for my boy when left to his own devices. It was Michael's role throughout the next five days that most caught my attention though. Bless his gentle heart, he'd arranged everything in such a way that he'd end up getting almost no sleep himself. "This schedule isn't exactly fair to you, Mike," I said when he returned and handed me a steaming mug. "You're putting yourself under a lot of pressure." Mike gently patted Alex on the rear end, and took of a sip from his own mug. "If we're going to do this, then I have to do it to. I want to know what he's feeling . . . and feel it with him." I looked at him in wonder and he returned my gaze with silent understanding. It was fitting that he and I should be the ones to see Alex through his first hours. He and I would always be the ones to see Alex through. I nodded and smiled at him, and the handsome young man gently took Alexander's wrists and fastened the clasps on the boy's leather cuffs. I heard them click. He kissed my boy on the back of his neck. "Don't move, Alex," he said. "Even just a finger, and we'll have to punish you." Standing perfectly still for any length of time is a lot harder than most people realize. To this day Alex struggles with it. He struggled that night as well, shifting on his sore feet. Michael was about to take him over his knee, but I stopped him. "He enjoys that sort of thing too much, Mike," I said. "What's a little pain to a masochist?" The young man laughed. Alex was too exhausted to bother, but there was that knowing smirk on his lips. "Push ups. Fifty of them," I ordered, knowing he hated them with a passion. "But let's make them a bit more interesting. Alex, go the armoire and bring me a pair of nipple clamps." "Yes, sir." Alex wobbled awkwardly away to carry out his assignment. I watched him, wondering what he might choose for himself. He stood in front of the open cabinet for some time and finally returned with the meanest-looking pair I'd ever seen. The shiny clamps ended in tiny little metal teeth. They were meant to bite into the skin. He stood tall and handed them to me. He was silent, but his eyes were screaming at me. 'I can take it. I'll show you. Go on, hurt me, you bastard!' I didn't ask. Michael wisely put his hands on the boy's shoulders. I ran my hands up and down Alex' chest, twisting and pulling on his nipples. He moaned softly. I did it fast. Right, then left. Alex screamed and dropped to his knees. Michael went down with him, holding him tightly and caressing his trembling shoulders. "That seemed to wake him up," he observed. It was something Robert would have said. Alex was still screaming. "Take 'em off! Take 'em off, please! Oh, fuck!" "They were your choice, baby," I said, stroking his hair. "Fifty push ups. Now. And twenty more for swearing." Every single one of them was complete agony for the boy. He somehow managed forty-three of them before he fell over onto his side and curled up into a little ball, kicking his legs against the pain. "You gotta take 'em off," he whimpered. "Hold him down, Mike. Please." "Yes, sir." Alex looked up into Michael's eyes and grew calm. I helped him lay flat on his back, just the pain from that simple motion sending tears down his cheeks. "Take a deep breath, honey. We'll do this real slow." Alex sucked in the air as deeply as he could. Mike did the same. I slowly released the right clamp, allowing the blood to return. Letting out an anguished wail, Alex nearly left the floor. "Ready for the other one?" I asked, after giving him a moment to recover. The boy bit his lip and blinked his eyes once, then took another sharp breath. The second clamp came off with a piercing howl from Alex' throat and he slumped down again onto his back, panting wildly. Michael and I both leaned over him, and we each took a sore swollen nipple into our mouths. Alex screamed and writhed beneath us as his sensitive flesh was tormented yet further. I sucked him hard and bit down. Michael used a lighter be equally devastating touch. The contrast between the two was driving the poor kid crazy. Alex begged us to stop, his voice squeaking through sobs and whimpers. We kept going without mercy. "Snail! Snail!" he cried, barely able to get the words out of his mouth. Alex had never used his slow word before. I sat up and gently rubbed his chest. Michael followed. I knew it wasn't really the pain, but the flood of emotions brought on by the day's events that was overwhelming my gentle boy. Feelings he just did not want to deal with. Memories perhaps, I realized, he'd just as soon have forgotten. Michael continued tenderly rubbing the boy's chest, circling his fingers around the boy's navel, as Alex slowly got control of himself again. I left them to refill my coffee. "I like your slow word," Michael said. "It's cute. Did you think of it yourself?" "Yes, sir," Alex replied, staring at him deeply. Michael touched his hands to the boy's face and the two of them remained there, silent, motionless, Michael gently pinning Alex down, Alex not offering the slightest resistance. I knew. I was already dimming the lights when Michael raised his eyes to me. "May I . . .?" he whispered, unable to finish. How could I deny them? I took the keys to Alex' belt and tossed them softly onto the rug beside them. Sitting up with trembling hands Alex unbuttoned Michael's shirt and buried himself in the young man's chest. Mike held him close for a time, then slowly stood and removed his jeans, Alex on his knees gazing up at him all the while with love and wonder in his young eyes. My boy then lay back with a soft moan and ran his hands over his belt, tugging at it for release. "No, baby," Michael said, sliding the key just out of reach, and pressing himself down on top of his young love, "not yet." I lit a few candles as they lay together on the soft rug, then stretched myself out on the sofa, my eyes half closed, watching the beautiful young lovers. They were of an age, Michael still young enough to be a boy when it suited him, Alex old enough to be a man. And they were beautiful, their lean and slender bodies entwined in the flickering golden light. Alex lay still at first, as Michael slowly moved his hands up and down the thirteen-year-old's trembling frame, his touch light but sure, at last forcing his tongue into the boy's mouth. Alex responded, returning Michael's affections with needful passion. They explored one another gently, kissing and caressing. Michael reached for the keys, and slowly, even has he held him, released Alex from his belt. The boy sighed and shivered when Michael ran his fingers over his cock. It was as if the young man's touch was electric. Michael's subtle dominance, and Alex' willing submission were an arousing sight to witness. He pressed himself firmly against the boy once more, letting Alex feel his weight, taking the boy's breath away just for an instant. And then I heard Michael in his softest voice. "Roll over, baby." "Yeah," Alex whispered. Their coupling was so natural, so perfect. Michael was slow and gentle, pausing often to kiss Alex on the back of his neck or nibble sweetly on his ear. They whispered to one another throughout. I was not close enough to hear their words, but I could hear Alex' soft moans and quiet whimpers as Michael took him. There was an undeniable beauty to their soft rhythm, to their deep breathing, to the sounds of their lovemaking. "Harder," I heard Alex cry out, his voice high and strained, swept away by emotion. Michael obliged, forcing himself into the boy with all his youthful strength. Alex shouted, then calmed instantly as Michael continued with long hard thrusts. The young man pulled out for an instant and smacked the boy's thighs, already red and bruised from Vincent's less than loving hands. "Aaaahhh." "You like that, boy." It was a statement of fact, not a question. "Yes, sir." Michael's hands rained down again, harder this time. Then he stopped, and entered the boy again with a single deep thrust. Alex cried and sobbed, then whispered three words I knew he'd one day say to someone else. Someone who wasn't his brother. Someone special. Someone for whom the words meant a great deal more. "I love you." Michael came at that very moment, filling the boy with his seed. He lowered himself gently, stroking Alex' hair soaked with sweat, wiping the tears from the boy's eyes with loving hands, his softening cock still buried inside. "Did you cum?" Michael asked. "No, sir." "Good boy." They lay together for the longest time, as the candles flickered around them. Sitting there, watching, I felt such love in my heart for both of them, two tortured souls who'd found one another. I left the sofa and stood near them. "May I . . . ?" I asked, repeating Michael's earlier request for permission. The boys, the young men I should say, smiled up at me, and I laid down beside them. Alex' hazel eyes flashed with guilt when I gazed upon them. I touched my hand to his cheek, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Don't feel guilty, Alex. This was meant to happen. Never feel guilty about loving someone. Ever." "Thanks." We lay there with Alex snuggling between us until the sky started to turn purple with the promise of a new day. We did let him doze a bit, just a few short minutes at a time before waking him. It was so strange. We were being so cruel, not letting the boy sleep, and yet it felt so warm and comfortable, the three of us there together simply enjoying one another's touch. "The guys will be awake soon," I said. "We should get him cleaned up." Michael agreed, and with a firm hand under each arm, we forced Alex to his feet and removed his leather. He leaned against me as I took off his collar. "Please let me sleep," he whispered. "Not yet, Lexi. Now move." Together Mike and I dragged the tired boy to the bathroom. I told him to strip me. He was slow and awkward, stumbling around with none of his trademark grace. "Into the tub," I said, giving his young balls a little squeeze. Poor boy must have turned too quickly. I was just able to catch him as he staggered. Alex wiggled his way free of my supportive grip. Just a little annoyed, as thirteen-year- olds tend to get. He stood in the tub and stared at us blankly behind drooping eyelids. "On your knees." He knelt, his hands behind his back. "Do you have to piss?" I asked. Alex nodded that he did. "Then do it." Michael and I watched as the boy urinated on himself, the yellow stream running down his legs and pooling at his knees, slowly finding its way in tiny rivers toward the drain. The smell was strong. We joined him in the tub. Michael forced him to look at us, holding a hand under his chin. Alex knew what was coming and he closed his eyes tightly. "Open your eyes, Lexi," I said sternly. He refused. "You'll be punished for that," Michael said softly. Alex' hazel eyes were gazing at us a moment later, begging us not to. But we did. We pissed all over him. His shoulders, his neck, his chest, his cock and balls. Alex was shaking. Mike and I both had enough left, and somehow we both knew where we wanted it to go. We forced ourselves to stop, only temporarily. "Open your mouth." Alex shook his head. Michael grabbed a handful of what little hair the boy had. "Your master gave you an order, Alex," he said with quiet menace. He was sounding more and more like Robert all the time. Alex slowly opened his mouth. Terror swept across his sweet face. "You don't have to swallow," I told him. "Just let it run." And that it did. It filled his mouth quickly and fell from the corners, finally rolling in a cascade over his lower lip. He was close to tears when we'd finally drained ourselves. Then we presented our cocks to him, soft for the moment, and shoved them into his mouth. Alex gagged and tried to pull away. We held him there, both of us with a firm hand on his shoulders. I could see my boy was struggling. Fatigue and fear and humiliation all assaulting him at once. "Relax, honey. Just keep your mouth open. Try to use your tongue if you can." His eyes seemed to focus after that, and his breathing calmed when he realized we simply wanted our cocks in his mouth for a while. Soon I did feel his tongue timidly brushing against it, gradually making me hard. I could feel Michael's cock swelling as well. Alex moaned and continued to gag from time to time, but the fear in his eyes was gone, replaced by that look of pure and total submission I'd come to know so well. He tried his best to suck us, but two dicks at once is difficult for anyone, and in spite of his efforts to prove otherwise, he was still a boy. I pulled out first. Michael, having been denied such pleasure for so long, reluctantly followed. Alex looked up at us from his knees. He was soaked with piss and sweat and covered in dried cum, quite a bit of it his own. He was filthy, the dirt and grime from the hunt darkening his golden-tanned skin. His eyes lit up in gratitude when he saw me reach for the shower nozzle. I smiled at him, turning on the cold water and hitting him full blast. Alex shrieked and tried to slide away from us. "Keep still!" I shouted as I aimed the nozzle at his face. He sputtered and shivered and smacked his hands against the tub in protest. Finally he figured out it wouldn't stop until he behaved, and so with enormous effort, fighting his body's natural instincts, he held himself still and endured this newest torture. "I think he's clean enough, don't you, Michael?" "Maybe a few more minutes, sir," the young man said. The daggers Alex shot at him in that moment were priceless. "Don't look at him that way," I said, blasting cold water into his face once more. I saw Alex make a fist, and for a moment I thought . . . but he didn't. He just lowered his eyes and continued to shiver miserably. Michael warmed up the water at my instruction and the two of us soaped each other up, leaving a cold and wet Alex on his knees behind us. I'd seen Michael naked since he was fifteen years old, I'd quite literally watched him grow into the young man he is, but until now we'd never really touched or been this close, not in this way. He stroked my cock gently as he rinsed the soap off my shoulders. I did the same for him, feeling his pleasant beautifully shaped organ twitch and rise at my touch. "How long had it been?" I asked. "Almost three months, sir," he replied as he reached his full five inches. Smaller than my Alex, but every bit as perfect, and every bit as hard. He gazed back at the young slave as though he was looking through a mirror in time. The boy hung his head in complete exhaustion. "Alex is the first person I ever . . ." I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "I know. Alex," I called, holding out my hand. "Come on and get warm, sweetheart." He crawled over to us, and together we raised him to his feet. He shivered as we held him and soaped his smooth silken skin front and back, rinsing him slowly, massaging his aching muscles. With the dirt washed away, I could see the livid welts and deep bruises the last twenty-four hours had inflicted. He didn't say a word as Mike and I held him between us and examined his beaten and battered frame, but his hazel eyes spoke volumes. Alex was tired.

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Date: Sat, 7 Sep 2002 05:03:42 -0400 From: istari Subject: Mastering Alex 7 - 9 The following story describes the evolving relationship between and man and a soon-to-be thirteen-year-old boy. It is the story of a safe, loving, consensual, dominant/submissive relationship and does contain scenes of bondage, sado-masochism, etc. If that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading. This story is utter fiction, the product perhaps of my own childhood fantasies, and nothing more. Comments are welcome at istari_olias@hotmail.com Mastering Alex Chapter 7: The Measure of a Boy Alex was a total mess when he came down to breakfast the next morning. He was still in his shirt and jock from the day before. His hair was all this way and that, short though it was, and there were dark circles under his eyes. Like a zombie he marched to the table where his cereal and toast awaited. "Sit down," I told him. The boy slumped into his chair, squirming around to find a comfortable position for the plug in his young ass. "I had a wet dream last night," he told me. "I tried to stop it, but I couldn't. It's all crusty down there now." Smiling, I patted him on the head. "I figured you'd have one. That should take the edge off for a while. How are you doing otherwise?" He winced a bit as he wiggled again. "This thing's driving me crazy. It doesn't really hurt though. Just makes me feel full. My dick's leaking." "It's supposed to be. Have you had a piss yet this morning?" "No. I have to ask, right?" "Right," I said, sipping my coffee. "Do you need one?" "So bad I can taste it," Alex replied. I gave him an evil grin. "Don't give me any ideas, squirt." He scrunched up his face in disgust, but I saw his eyes dancing with the possibility. In a small voice he asked me. "You wouldn't really make me drink it, would you?" "I could. After all you're a slave. If I told you to do it, you would." The boy put down his toast and looked at me with a worried expression. "I don't think I'm ready for that kind of stuff." "You'd say no to me?" This was important ground we were covering, quite unexpectedly, and I wondered what his answer would be, and how I'd handle it. Finally, with a look of guilt on his face, he nodded his head and a soft 'yes' escaped his lips. "I'm sorry." "Don't be," I said, reaching across the table and taking his hand. "Your being a slave doesn't mean I can abuse you, or do things you really don't want. If you ever get frightened, I want you to tell me no." Relief filled Alexander's eyes and he left his chair to hug me. I guess I should have scolded him for getting up without permission, but then I didn't really want a robot around the house needing orders for everything. I held him tightly. "I think we need a new rule, don't you?" He agreed and went off to fetch his paper from yesterday. We then sat down together to think it through. "This is an important one, isn't it?" he asked. "It is. Most of these are about what you can't do. But you need some rights too." "How 'bout, 'I am allowed to tell my master no, if I get really scared.' Does that work?" "I like it. This afternoon, we'll ask Robert how he and his slave handle things like that." "Robert has a slave?" "I think that's going to be 'Master Robert' to you, from now on, and yes he does. He never brings him along when he visits." "Is that why you never took me with you before?" "Precisely, Watson. Didn't think you were ready to see that." "How old is he?" Alex asked undeterred. "What's his name?" "He's eighteen, his name is Michael, and don't you think you've spoken out of turn long enough?" "Oops! Sorry, sir," he said. A little smack on his bare behind was his punishment. "Now, let's get your bladder taken care of before you burst." He rushed to the toilet the moment we reached the bathroom. "Hold on, Alex. First things first. Bend over." The boy dutifully bent at the waist and grabbed his ankles again, knowing well what was coming. His instincts were sharp. He won't always need to be told. I liked that. Wrapping an arm around his waist, I took hold of the end of the plug with my free hand. I pulled it out with slow but insistent force. Alex gasped and whimpered. When it was halfway out of him, I held it there. In that position, his body's natural instinct was to slurp it back in, but the strength of my hand kept it right were it was, stretching him wide. Alex' knees buckled and his legs turned to rubber. "Aw, god, awww!" he cried. With a swift motion I gave it a sharp tug and the plug slipped right out. It was surprisingly clean, just a thin brown juice, the same that was now running down his legs. I put his plug in the sink and told him to strip. With his eyes still moist he obeyed, skinning out of his two-day old shirt and jock. He was soft, but his balls were swinging low and ready. I cupped them gently and rolled his young nuts between my fingers. Alex moaned and licked his lips. "How does it feel inside?" "Empty, and kind of squishy." "On the toilet, young man," I said. The realization that I was going to watch him piss and take a shit struck him suddenly and he stared at me with that same giddy, excited, frightened expression I'd seen so much of these last few days. Nothing happened. "What's wrong?" I asked playfully. "Geez, man, I can't do it with someone watching me." "Well you're going to have to get used to it. Besides, what's the big deal? You walk around naked in front of me with all your parts hanging out, you've had my dick up your ass and in your mouth. I've seen about all of you there is. Think about it." Alex smiled from the toilet and I could see him start to relax. A nice stream of piss began to splatter in the bowl, and then, with a little grunt he emptied his bowels. He looked up at me sheepishly as the strong odor filled the room. "Damn!" I said, waving my hand in the air. "No human being should smell like that!" When he was done wiping, I had him present himself to me again, to make sure he was clean. A nice pink hairless hole greeted my inspection. "Spotless," I proclaimed. He laughed. "Wash off your plug, I'm not doing that for you." The boy trotted over to the sink and ran the water, soaping up his hands. If cleaning his own juice off the plug bothered him, he didn't let on. Finished, he dried it with a towel and handed it back to me with anticipation in his eyes. "Not just yet. Let's shower first." Young Alexander's face lit up at the suggestion. I ran the water for us while he laid out the towels. Things were warm but not too steamy. I stripped as he looked on, then I took his hand and together we stepped in and drew the curtain. Alex stood under the stream, and I felt my heart pounding as I watched the water run down his smooth hairless body, forming little rivulets upon his skin. It was slowly wetting his hair, turning it a dark, dark brown, and running down now upon his face. With two fingers under his chin I lifted his eyes to my own. "You're so beautiful," I said, overwhelmed by the small presence of this gentle loving boy as he stood there, shivering slightly in spite of the warmth of the water. He smiled at me, the biggest, happiest smile I'd ever seen him give. "What is it?" I asked. "This is the first time we've done this since I was like three." Amazingly it was true. We'd practically lived naked in this house for the past few years, but for some silly reason bath time had always been a private thing. I remembered that ritual from long ago, big brother giving little brother his bath. Mom and dad were happy for the break, and little Alex was always wound up with excitement, and hard as a rock, or maybe a pebble back then. Anyway, I was always the one who got the most water on him as he splashed and giggled. "You used to give me soap-sud beards, remember?" he asked. There was a look of faraway longing in his young hazel eyes. "I remember. Then I'd put you in your pj's and read you a story." "Sometimes we'd both fall asleep," he continued our memory. "Then mom would come in and cover us up." Alex sniffled. Was he starting to cry? The water running down his face from the shower made it impossible to tell. "I really miss them," he said in a stricken voice. "But," he turned his eyes away and didn't continue. "Tell me," I said as gently as I could. "I'm having a hard time remembering what they look like. I have to look at their pictures now, or I forget. Does that make me a bad person?" I pulled him close and he pressed his head to my chest. "You were so young when they died. You don't have many memories to start with. That's just how it is, I guess. You look a lot like her, you know." "Do I?" he said gazing up at me with our mother's eyes. "Makes it real hard to fuck you, that's for sure." He smiled a little, but I could tell this was no time for laughter. "If they were still alive, do you think I'd be different?" "Would you want to be?" "I don't know. Like you said, it's just how it is." I ran my fingers through his wet hair and kissed him on the forehead. "Want to know what I think?" Alex nodded that he did. "I think you'd still be smart as a whip, and kind, and gentle. You'd still be the best kid in the whole world, as far as I'm concerned." He hugged me a little tighter. "Would I . . . be all the other things too?" "Probably." That seemed to make him feel better. Slowly the sadness faded as we leisurely washed each other. I soaped him up first, relishing in his smooth warm skin and his lean, muscular frame. I tweaked his nipples and gave them both a little squeeze. He stood up on his toes and took in a sharp breath, but not a sound came forth. I jiggled his young balls. The water had made them hang even lower in their hairless sac, now silken and dark red from the heat. I stroked him to erection, then knelt before him. It may not have been something a master should do, but it just felt right. I'd only been sucking him for a few minutes when he curled his little toes and came in my mouth, gasping and grunting and filling me with his immature seed. Its taste was strangely sweet. I stood again when I was finished. Alex looked up at me with dreamy eyes, then dropped to his knees, the water rolling off his shoulders and back. His small hands caressed me, and he took me into his mouth. I steadied him, but let him do the work for both of us. It wasn't long before he'd brought me to the edge. He was intent and didn't realize the effect he was having. I put one hand behind his head, pressing him forward. "I'm going to cum now," I told him. "I'm going to cum in your mouth, Alexander. Swallow it." Unable to hold back any longer, I shot jet after jet into his small, warm mouth. I could see his eyes widen as I filled him up. Dutifully he swallowed, not spilling a precious drop of my fluid, then looked up at me with just a little pride. "I like making you feel good," he said in a sleepy, satisfied voice. "You do a very good job of it," I complimented him. Alex was about to stand up again, but I held him down with gentle pressure on his shoulders. "Stay on your knees and wash me." "Yes, sir." Alex just seemed to know when to call me that, and his mood became instantly subdued. A certain tone in my voice, a certain manner in my expression held a deep and instant power over him. The boy went about his task with single-minded focus. The touch of his young hands on my skin was light and sure. It was ecstasy when he washed my legs. "May I stand up to do the rest of you?" Alex asked with his head bowed. Gently I lifted his chin with two fingers. "I want you to look at me when you speak. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Never hide your eyes from anyone." Alex gave me a quick smile. "Yes, sir." I could see a question brewing in those hazel orbs. "Tell me." "Well, sir, that doesn't seem like something a slave should do." I raised him to his feet. "It probably isn't, Alex. But you and I are going to do things differently. I always want you to be proud. Maybe, sometimes, I'll want you to keep your eyes down, but only when I tell you, got it?" He nodded and finished his task. I hugged him close, as the water fell upon us. "Ready to get out?" "Yeah, I'm all pruny." I made Alex remain dripping wet while he dried me, then he dried himself under my watchful eyes. He hung up the towels as instructed, then shifted his attention to the butt- plug, clean and waiting by the sink. The boy's expression was a perfect mix of desire and dread. I knew he wanted it, I also knew it was already a powerful symbol of his humility and submission. "How does that make you feel?" I asked. "Not just down here," I tenderly caressed his round behind. Alex was silent for a while. He was just staring at it, and considering all these new and confusing sensations his young body was experiencing. Finally he turned and looked at me, just as I'd told him to do. His expression was serious. "It makes me feel like I have to cum, all the time, but also that I don't want to. I mean, like needing to cum is better than really doing it. It's like my dick is saying one thing, and the rest of me is saying something else. That doesn't make any sense, does it?" Just talking about it was making him hard again. There he stood shamelessly bobbing and throbbing, pre-cum oozing from his slit. "Actually it makes perfect sense," I said, flicking his rigid young boner with my finger. "We're going to train that dick of yours." Alex looked at me with wild eyes. "How?" "You'll find out." He seemed disappointed that he'd have to wait, but I had an idea that would drag him along for a while and give him a little taste of what was to come. "Take the plug to your bedroom with you. Put it on your nightstand then lie down, face up. Don't touch yourself. I'll be in shortly." He made a cute little bow then marched off to follow orders, grabbing up the metal butt-plug as he went. Alex caressed it as if were made of some precious substance. Quickly I got dressed then went down to the basement to find something I might use on him. Naturally I didn't have any bondage gear for the kid yet, but I managed to find some soft old rope wound up in a darkened corner. I laid it out on the floor and cut it to more appropriate lengths. Before I turned off the single overhead light I paused and looked around. I hadn't been down here in an age, but I instantly knew this was going to be the perfect place for us, the perfect place for Alexander. It's an old house, like I said, and the basement is huge. Several thick wooden pillars and a pair of newer ones made of steel supported the floor above. There were equally thick rafters running its entire length. It had no ground- level windows as modern basements do. The walls were brick, patched here and there with concrete. The floor was brick was well. There was the ubiquitous creaky narrow wooden stair from the kitchen, but there was also an outside exit with an inner and outer door. Transforming this cold dark space would be fairly easy, and already a vision of how I'd lay things out was beginning to form, and with it a vision of things Alex and I would do here. I hurried up the stairs, realizing I'd spent more time than I'd intended. Alex was waiting for me exactly as instructed. When he saw the ropes in my hands his eyes flashed with excitement. "Oh, shit! You're gonna tie me up! Finally!" "That's right, Alex. Are you okay with that?" "Way okay," he said with a smile. "Make `em real tight. Please?" "Just enough to keep you from getting loose. Let's do your wrists first." He lay flat on his back and perfectly still. I took his left wrist and looped the first of the ropes around it. Then I pulled his arm out straight and tied the rope around corner of the headboard. It was an old cast iron one with thick bars, just made for this sort of thing as luck would have it. Alex' eyes followed me eagerly as I slowly walked around and repeated the procedure with his right arm. He tugged on his restraints, but his arms were going nowhere, stretched just slightly above his head. "How's that?" I asked. "First time I've ever tied a boy up." "You're good at it," he said, giving another useless but symbolic wriggle. "Now your ankles." I spread him as far as I dared, until I could see the muscles in his legs begin to strain. "Does that hurt?" "A little," he gasped. "Can you handle it?" "Yes, sir." Without a further word I tied his ankles as I'd done his wrists before. The boy was now stretched across the bed, his hairless but impressive cock standing straight up, six inches and hard as steel. "Fuck me," he whispered. "Please." Ignoring him, I took the butt-plug and slowly worked it back inside him. Alex gasped and grunted in frustration as it went in. I gave his penis several quick strokes. He moaned and begged me to make him shoot. I left him hard and horny and unable to do a thing about it. "We won't be leaving `til after lunch. I'll release you when it's time to eat." Twelve-year-old Alex almost growled at me. It was nice to see a little flare of resistance from the submissive boy. He made one more valiant attempt to test his bonds, then flopped his head down onto the pillow with a weak little cry. I stepped close to his bed once more. "I'll leave the door open just in case. If it gets too much for you, just shout. I'll let you go if you really can't take it. Try to take it. Try for me." I kissed my bound boy on the forehead and walked away. Chapter 8: Twists and Turns. I spent the rest of the morning on the computer, browsing the internet for information on this strange journey Alex and I were beginning. I felt good about what we had done so far, the things we had discovered on our own, but there was a depth to this that still felt just out of reach. It was as if we'd both tapped into something elemental about ourselves, but neither of us knew quite what to do with it, or where it would take us. And there was something else. I knew that sooner or later there would have to be pain. Alex needed it. So badly he'd soon start asking for it. I hadn't yet done that to him, caused him real pain, and I wasn't sure if I could. I'd played on the edges of this kind of thing before, but my so- called partners were mere joinings of convenience, young men and horny teens, some of whom liked things a bit rough. I was happy to oblige. I enjoyed the dominant role when it presented itself, but I'd never considered myself a master, and all those relationships were fleeting, all about sex and really nothing else. It had to be different with Alex. We already had a relationship to start with. That made what we were doing a lot more meaningful, and a lot more dangerous. How does one handle a twelve-year-old slave? Naturally there was no information to be found. Somewhere, I just knew, there were other boys who were slaves like Alex, and other men like me who kept them, but one does not advertise when living on the edge of a knife. I thought about Robert and Michael again. Mike is of age now, but he certainly wasn't when they'd started, barely fifteen if I remember. Like Alexander now, he had the heart of a boy, but the needs of a man. How does one navigate that tricky ground without destroying something in the boy? Maybe it can't be done. Maybe I wanted more from him than he could give. Alex could be a boy, or he could be a slave, maybe he couldn't be both at once. I really needed some time alone with Robert to talk this through, but I knew, in the end, it would have to be my decision. The morning was moving along fast, and it was nearly time for lunch. I made my way quietly to Alex' room. The boy had lost his erection, but otherwise he was, naturally, just as I'd left him. His eyes were closed, but he was not asleep. His lips were curled in a soft, contented smile. He'd wiggle his fingers, then his toes, then pull a little against the ropes. I knocked on the doorframe. Alex opened his eyes right away. "Doing okay?" I asked. "Sure am. I didn't know it could feel this good," he said, tugging on his restraints again. "You're soft." He raised his head and looked down the length of his out-stretched body. Alex was surprised to discover his boner had gone south. "When did that happen? I didn't even notice, with the ropes and the plug and everything." He flopped his head on the pillow again and let out a deep breath. "Shit, I love being stretched like this. Make it tighter." I shook my finger at him. "Since when do you start giving orders?" Alex smiled at me, but I could see he was genuinely disappointed when I loosened the ropes and got him back on his feet. His lips were pouting. I gave him a little kiss. "You have to learn that I decide when you're tied up and when you're not. You can beg and plead and give me that look all you want, but I know what's best, remember? That's one of your rules." "Sorry. It was just so wild." He inspected his wrists. They were just a little red from the ropes, but the marks were fading fast. "Will you . . . will you fuck me like that sometimes, all tied up?" "Oh, I think you can count on that, my little slave." He actually jumped a little. "That's so hot! I can't wait." "You'll have to. I might just keep that plug in you for three or four days. I haven't decided when you're getting your next fuck." "Make it soon, Steve, please. I want it so bad." I smiled at him wickedly and took him by the wrist. He winced a little from the ropes. "This isn't about what you want anymore, Alex, or need. It's about me controlling your wants and needs. From now on I decide when you piss and when you shit, when you get fucked, and when you cum. You're not allowed to make those decisions for yourself. That's my job." "What I want doesn't matter," he said, almost singing the words. "I didn't say that, Alex. That would make it too easy for you. What you want matters a lot. That's how it works. I take control of all that. I take control of you, and you do as you're told because you need it." I swear his dick shot up hard in about two seconds. "Oh, man. You're making me hard again." "Don't touch yourself," I said before he could even think about it. "If you get hard without permission, that's your problem, not mine. You can just stay that way." And he did. All the way down the stairs and all through lunch. He had to fight to keep from touching himself, and often required a stern look or a slap of his hands, but he managed it. I was very proud of him. "Follow me upstairs," I said after he'd cleaned up the dishes. "We need to get you dressed." I stood him in the middle of his room while I surveyed his wardrobe. Robert hadn't given me any specific instructions as to what Alex should be wearing, but I somehow knew my choices would be scrutinized when we arrived. From his underwear drawer I pulled out a pair of bikini briefs, dark blue. He'd been into boxers lately, but these were a well-used pair. I watched as the boy quickly worked his slender, muscular legs into the holes and slid them up, resting them just below his narrow waist. "Mmmm, silky," he said, swinging his hips in a provocative fashion. "You really are hopeless, aren't you?" "Yep. One-hundred-percent All-American horny, that's me." I took a nice pair of jeans from his closet and tossed them in his direction. "Get into those while I find you a shirt." I heard Alex shuffling around for a few moments and in the meanwhile selected a striped pullover for him. It was a very sexy shirtless boy who stood there when I turned around. Some boys look sloppy or just silly in jeans, too skinny and bony to really fill them out properly. Not so my Alexander. His thighs, his hips, his nice bulge there in front. The fabric hugged everything tightly. He was gorgeous, and he spun around to show himself off. His butt was perfect. "Cute ass," I complimented him. "Sure ya don't want a piece of it before we go?" "Tramp." "Hey!" He threw a pillow in my direction. Soon I had him pinned beneath me on the bed. The boy wiggled and struggled, then shrieked bloody-murder when I tickled him. Finally, we both calmed down, and he looked at me with those thoughtful sad eyes of his. "I'm not like that. I'm not . . . what you said. Am I?" "No, little man." "You . . . you're the only one I ever want inside me." I was touched, but some part of me also relished in tormenting him. "Too bad," I said matter-of-factly. "I imagine Robert's going to want to fuck you, long and hard, just like you deserve. He's a lot bigger than I am. He'll probably tear you up pretty bad." His eyes danced and watered. "You're not going to let him, are you?" The fear in his voice was delicious. I was beginning to love the power I had to screw with his head, to make him cry, to toy with his young emotions. I was also beginning to understand that there were many kinds of pain, many ways to hurt, and that I had just hurt my boy deeply. A few tears ran from his eyes. I touched a hand to his cheek. "No, of course not. Actually, you're too young to interest him, at least as far as sex is concerned. He may want to make you scream, just to hear it, and I will let him do that." Again there was fear in his young eyes, but this time also the unmistakable look of excitement and desire. I put his shirt on him then tucked it in, finishing him off with a brown leather belt. He brushed his hair and I added a little gel to give it that spiky style he was so fond of. Socks and shoes went on last. I paused to study him, pleased with how sharp he looked. He was neat and handsome, and he looked as good in clothes as out of them. We were ready. A two-hour drive up state lay ahead of us. We were in my pick-up, the one I bought myself as a present after beating my addictions. I will always see that moment as my liberation, and the man who awaited us as the one largely responsible. The truck, sporty and full-sized, appealed to me back then, an ironic symbol of freedom and independence. As Alex sat beside me, I decided I would have to get a cap for the bed. Then I could make some alterations that would allow me to transport him in the back. I started to tell him about my evil plans for him, but he didn't seem in the mood to talk. Alex was oddly subdued, just staring out the side window. "Scared?" I asked him gently. "Yes," he said, finally turning to face me. There were no tears in his eyes, but they were dancing with strong and confused emotions. "I've been thinking. This is it, isn't it? I mean, after today, I can't go back to being a normal kid. Someone else is going to know all about me. All about us. That is scary." I reached over and patted him on the leg. "Do you want to stop? I'll turn us around right now if you do." His answer came without hesitation. "No. I'm just a little scared that's all. Is that ok?" "Sure. Besides, Robert can be frightening. I should know." He looked at me with a puzzled expression. I'd never told him about those two months I spent in Robert's care, fighting cocaine. There was no sex between us, but there was restraint and discipline. He was brutal and relentless. I fought him every step, every moment, but he never let up. I hated him, but I also loved him. Robert saved my life, and gave me the new one I now lived with Alex. "I'll tell you about it sometime," I said, figuring it was best I not fill his head with my own experiences. Alex nodded. "Will I have to take my clothes off?" he asked. "Yes. Robert has to measure you for your gear." "Gear?" "Collar, cuffs, things like that. Things you'll wear. Things I'll use on you." I heard him take a sharp breath. "It's been a long time since anyone's seen me naked but you." "How does that make you feel?" The boy paused and stared out the window again. "Actually, it's kind of exciting. Thinking about him looking at me. I'll probably get a boner." I smiled at him, knowing it would be his last erection for quite a while. "Remember to call him `sir'," I instructed as we neared our destination. "And since Michael is older than you, you should call him that too, unless Robert tells you otherwise. I want you to obey him and do what he tells you, but always look at me first before you do anything. You still need my permission." "Got it." "No speaking unless you're spoken to." "Got it." "Always stand up straight." "Got it," he said laughing. "What are you worried about? I'm the one who's gonna be naked." "I just want you to make a good impression on him." I turned us up a narrow drive. There was a small town, just ahead along the main road, but that was not our destination. Robert lived on a large, spacious, secluded estate, his long career in law keeping him quite comfortable. After several minutes of driving along the tree- covered lane, the pavement turned to dirt. "He owns all this?" Alex asked in wonder. "Obviously." Ahead of us now was the house, a mansion really. Not some gothic horror or run down Victorian, but a modern home with large panoramic windows. We pulled up the circular driveway. Alex was still blinking in amazement at such blatant luxury. I put an arm around his shoulder and together we marched up the steps. I had him ring the bell, feeling it was important that he, not I, ask for entry into Robert's private domain. Chapter 9: A Tight Fit Michael answered the door with his usual professional grace. He wasn't naked, as I'd come to expect. He had a harness around his bare chest, still smooth and hairless. Michael wore leather pants and boots. His collar and wrist cuffs, all of leather, were still in place. I don't think Robert had removed those since first putting them on when he was fifteen. Michael had always been slim. Even now at eighteen he retained a certain boyish quality in both face and body. I doubt he was shaving much yet, if at all. He was never going to be a large man, that much was certain. In fact I imagined that Alex, with his strong young muscles, could probably give him a good run for his money right now. "Welcome, sir," he said in his soft and youthful voice. "Master Robert is waiting for you." He stood to one side and gestured us in. This was the first time he'd ever seen Alexander. His reaction was controlled, but obvious. Alex is very cute, very handsome actually, and even a gay man with no particular affinity for boys would naturally be attracted to him. Michael risked a little smile in Alexander's direction, then escorted us through the house toward Robert's study. Alex instinctively walked a step or two behind me. I looked back at him and nodded my approval. That would be another rule for his growing list. Robert was in his chair, just as I'd left him the day before. He rose slowly. He took my hand and welcomed me, momentarily ignoring Alexander. After sending Michael to get me a drink, he finally turned his attention to the twelve- year-old boy standing on his carpet. It had been nearly a year since they'd last seen each other. "You're taller than I remember, boy," he said, studying him with his dark and masterful eyes. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." Alex looked him in the eye as he said it, just as I'd instructed. I knew it was hard for him. I could see him trembling just slightly. Robert gazed at me with an approving smile before turning to Alex once again. "Step closer, boy." Alex turned his head briefly in my direction and I nodded. The boy stepped forward as Robert waited. I've mentioned that Robert is a large man, and Alex, though quite well grown for his age, was utterly dwarfed by him. Suddenly he seemed so young, so small. Truthfully I'd stopped thinking of him as a child many months ago, but now, as Robert towered over him, I saw him that way again. Some small part of me still wanted to stop, to drag him home and tuck him tightly into his bed, to protect him from this world he was entering, I suppose to protect him from himself. I had to let it continue. I was sure he'd probably hate me for what we were going to do today, and in fact he did, but it was the kind of hate a master grows to enjoy, the fleeting type that burns quickly and fades away. The type I've since learned to coax from him whenever I wish. Had I taken him away from this, I knew he would have hated me for real, and forever. "Stop there," I heard Robert order. His voice was stern and strong, but strangely quiet. All the more menacing for it. Alex stopped in his tracks. Michael returned and handed me my drink before moving to stand behind his master. This time he did not give Alex a single glance. Robert, and Robert's wishes, was his sole focus. Robert then returned to his chair and offered me another close by. Only Alex and Michael were standing now. I sat down facing my boy, just as Robert was. The afternoon sun was streaming in through the large windows behind us, but it was a soft, gentle light it cast upon the boy's slender frame. Alex was radiant and more beautiful than I'd ever remembered. Robert leaned forward and caught the boy's gaze. "How old are you, Alexander?" Of course Robert knew the answer, but hearing if from the boy's own mouth was important. "I'm twelve, sir. I'll be thirteen in two months." Robert glared at him. "Did I ask you how old you would be?" Alex stood a little straighter. "No, sir, you didn't. I'm sorry, sir." "Do not speak out of turn again." This little scene was already getting me very hard. There was fear there in Alex' eyes, but also determination, and I could see the bulge in his pants was growing larger. "Why are you here?" Robert asked coldly. Alex shifted his eyes to me for just a second. He thought up his answer on the spot. "Sir, I am here so I can learn to be a good slave for my master." I was very proud of him. I could see by Robert's bemused expression that he was impressed as well. But he was also ruthless. Just like I remembered him. "You think you want to be a slave?" Something in Robert's tone made Alex shiver. "Sir, yes, sir, that is what I want." "You are a child," he said dismissively. "How can you possibly know what you want?" "I know this, sir," Alex said, his voice wavering now. "I know this more than anything." "Then you know nothing," Robert hissed coldly, sticking the knife in once more. "What do you want?" "To be a slave, sir," the boy said again, getting close to tears now. "To pretend you're a slave, you mean." "No, sir," Alex replied. "To be a real slave. To do what I'm told. To have master teach me, and love me, and fuck me, and, and, hurt me, sir." "So you like pain, do you?" Alex never could have endured this verbal beating if he hadn't. "Sir, I do." Robert laughed at him, a cold mean laugh I thought, meant to belittle and humiliate. "Child," he said it like a curse, "you have no idea just how badly one person can hurt another, do you?" Just a second of empty silence followed, but Robert laid into him viciously. "Answer me when I ask you a question, boy!" Something turned in Alexander in that moment, something deep inside. I saw it in his eyes, a strength I honestly did not know he had. I loved him more than ever. "I think I do have an idea, sir," he said strongly. "Some people hurt me before, sir, when I was little. They hurt me real bad. But that's not the same. That wasn't right, sir, because they hated me. Steve . . . my master . . . loves me. It's not the same. It's not." His last words were almost a plea, and tears fell freely from his eyes. "You're right, Alexander," Robert said, his voice suddenly gentle. "It is definitely not the same." He then sat back and turned to face me. His eyes were lively and filled with a softness and compassion I had rarely seen from him. "He's marvelous, Steven. Quite adorable, and quite intelligent. May I continue?" I looked at Alexander, still in tears, but realized it was no longer his choice. Only mine. "Absolutely." "Alex," Robert said, his voice still stern, but a little more kindly now. "Get a tissue and wipe your eyes." My sweet, beautiful boy did so, then bravely resumed his place. My heart swelled with pride. "Tell him to strip," Robert said to me. Alex took a deep breath. This was the moment. I looked at him with great affection. "Take your clothes off, Alex, and fold them on the chair." "Yes, master." I think that was the first time he truly and freely called me that. It was the first time I remembered it anyway. In fact we will both always remember everything about that day. His shirt came off first, then his shoes and his socks. He was adorably awkward as he struggled to get them off without sitting down. Next his belt, which he laid over the back of the chair. He skinned out his jeans and folded them carefully. Last he rolled his blue low-risers down his shapely legs. Alex was utterly beautiful in his nakedness, there in that golden afternoon. I wanted to take him in my arms and hug him, but our business was just beginning. Alex returned again to his spot. He was hard, six inches of boyhood standing proud of his hairless groin. "Turn round and let Robert see you," I ordered. With a boy's unique grace he did so. "Bend over, and grab your ankles." Again Alex complied with a smooth, fluid motion, which brought the end of the shiny butt-plug into view. Robert nodded in satisfaction. "How long has he had it in?" "Since last night, give or take an hour or two." "How are you feeling, Alexander?" Robert asked. "I'm fine, sir," the boy replied, still bent over, looking at us now from between his own legs. "Stand up. Hands behind your head," Robert said. "Good. Spread your feet. Wider. Wider. Good. Don't move." Robert turned to me. "Positions are very important, for humility and punishment. You should create your own for him, eventually, but I will show you the basics, and he will learn them. Alex," he called sharply, "what are you doing right now?" "I'm standing, sir." "Correct. First Position is `Stand'. Whenever your master tells you, this is what you will do. Thrust your chest out a little more. Raise your chin. Elbows back, you're already getting lazy." Together Robert and I stood up and walked slowly around him. "This is a good general position," Robert explained. "It does not put too much stress on the muscles. You will use it often. Even though he is very young, you should be able to keep him in this position for several hours at a time." Alex was shifting his weight slightly from leg to leg. Robert caught it instantly. "You're to stand still, boy." He placed his hands on either side of Alexander's hips to reinforce the discipline. "Spread your legs a little farther. There. Can you feel the balance?" Alex nodded. "Yes, sir, that's much better." "Keeping perfectly still is one of the hardest things for a slave to learn," Robert told him. "And you will learn. Michael, the tawse, please." Michael immediately drew the slender whip from a side table and approached us respectfully. Alexander's eyes grew wide when he saw it. His cock was stiff as a nail. "Michael, Master Steven and I need to speak privately. If young Alexander here moves a hair on his head, give his little butt a nice lashing. See that he learns." "Yes, master." Robert gestured me with his eyes and I followed him out of the study and up the stairs. "Michael has become a most excellent slave. We shall leave the rudiments of Alexander's instruction to him, for the moment. He has a gentle heart. I doubt we'll see many marks on the boy's behind." He opened a door at the end of the hall. Clearly it was his supply room. The smell of leather and latex and metal was quite overpowering. There were whips, some of ghastly thickness, hanging on the walls, leather harnesses beside them. Piles of chains and manacles were scattered here and there. Several workbenches occupied the center of the room with various tools and unfinished pieces upon them. Robert smiled with unabashed pride as I leisurely toured the room, admiring his fine handiwork. "Alex deserves the best," he said, "and he shall have it." I smiled at him in return as I inspected one of the harnesses. It was fashioned of thick supple leather, heavy and sturdy and meant to take years and years of wear. Naturally I imagined Alex in a smaller version of it. It was clear Robert did not make all of these for himself. "It is a tidy little side business, Steven, I tell you. Many of my associates are heavily into the scene. You'd be surprised how many judges and lawyers keep slaves. More than a few of my acquaintance have boys not much older than Alex. Street kids for the most part. We get together on occasion. I will see about an invitation for you. But now, down to business. You need to make some decisions before I can put anything together. Principally speaking, do want the boy in leather or iron?" Robert proceeded to show me several samples. Leather collars against iron ones, leather ankle restraints against shackles, leather wrist cuffs against manacles. Everything was expertly crafted. "Decisions, decisions," I hummed, as I imagined my almost thirteen-year-old boy bound in irons and chains, or tightly constrained in thick black leather. Robert offered a solution I could not resist. "I can make a set of each for him. And of course you can always come back for more." "You're much too generous." He eyed me rather darkly. "These aren't gifts, Steven. They are tools. Tools for training that boy. I expect you to use them well and with care. There is a price." "I thought there might be. Name it." "That you bring him here, at least once a month, so that I may observe his progress." "I think you'll do more than observe," I laughed. "Oh, I'll leave the sex to you, where Alex is concerned. But I wouldn't mind giving him a good sound whipping now and again." "Somehow I don't think Alex will mind much either." "I'll bet he screams beautifully. It's a bit early yet to know for certain, but I do believe you have a very deep submissive on your hands." "That worries me, Rob, it does. I don't want him to become some mindless, gutless little worm. He could, you know. He gives himself so freely, he always has." "Naturally. He feels safe with you, he trusts you to do what's right for him. He needs that control in his life, all slaves do. That's how they are. You can't change him. But, I think, you are underestimating him. I see a boy who is very strong, and quite willful, even masterful, in his own way. Whose idea was this? Whose needs are being served here, yours or his? Did you make the decision?" Of course my first reaction was to say yes, but then I realized it wasn't really that simple, and that, at least at some level, it was really Alex who was in charge of this whole crazy, wonderful adventure. Everything we had done up 'til now was exactly what he'd planned and wanted. Yes, he'd played me quite expertly so far, thank you. Robert laughed good-naturedly at my rather dumbstruck expression. "Devious little shit, isn't he? I suggest you take a firmer hand with him from now on. He needs you to be his master. If you keep leaving openings for him, he will use you, not in a mean or spiteful way . . . some slaves are like that . . . but I don't believe Alex is one of those sorts. He worships you. He will be great, if you have the courage to truly be his master. Tighten the reigns and keep an eye on that boy." "If I had some reigns it would help," I said, again eyeing the many varied harnesses and hoods as they hung from the wall. "Not to fear. I will get his measurements before you go. I should have everything ready for him in a few days, but one thing cannot wait. We need to get that boy into a chastity belt today. Quite a disgusting display he was putting on downstairs. Erect and dripping in front a master he hardly knows, leaking his spunk all over my antique rug. That must stop." "No arguments there," I said. "Is he like that often?" "Just all the time. I'm starting to think his body's just there to carry his dick around." "Well, he is almost thirteen. Boys have no sense of self-control at that age. It will be interesting to see how he responds. Do you want to simply stop him masturbating, or prevent him from having erections entirely?" "No erections, unless he has my permission." "Excellent. I would have been very disappointed in you, had you been lenient with him. Strict chastity is essential for a well-adjusted slave. I believe I have just the thing." He opened a drawer in a large cedar cabinet, and after several minutes searching took out several items, laying them upon the nearest workbench for my inspection. One was a leather jockstrap. It was small in size, perfect for Alexander's narrow waist. The belt was quite wide, nearly three inches, studded with silver rivets and a large buckle in back, complete with padlock. The leg straps were about an inch wide, as you would find on its cloth counterpart, and they attached to the belt and pouch with adjustable buckles and smaller locks of their own. The pouch itself had a circular opening for the cock and balls with a slender ass strap attached by a snap at the bottom. I also noted a single buckle at the top of the round opening and two more at opposite sides, designed to hold the chastity device in place. That was, of course, the other item Robert had selected for me. It was made entirely of metal, aluminum by the looks of it, oval in shape from front to back, top to bottom, side to side. Perfectly symmetrical. It was about four inches long and three inches at its widest. It was formed from two roughly identical halves, joined by a thick hinge at the base. The back half had a hole about two inches in diameter for the genitals to slip through. Riveted to the back were also three heavy leather belt loops, one at the top and two at the sides, corresponding to the buckles on the jockstrap. It was shiny and smooth and quite medieval looking. I'd never seen anything quite like it, although Robert quickly explained it was quite common, and just perfect for almost-teenaged boys who can't keep their hands away from their little sticks. "The seed pod," he named it for me. "A fitting name, don't you think, and not just for the shape. Pick it up." It was substantial, but not overly heavy. "The aluminum gives it just enough weight to remind him he's wearing it, without causing any real discomfort. It's rust proof as well. Alex can shower in it, even piss in it." He then pointed out the small round hole at the bottom of the front half. "He'll leak his pre-cum through here as well. This is made for a small man, but Alex has a rather large cock for his age, and a nice set of balls. It should be a snug fit." Robert then turned it over, so that I could see the inside to the two identical shells. The bottom half had two slender leather straps, each with a series of snaps running their length. These would be strapped over his dick, keeping it pressed downward against his balls. Inside the top half were welded two metal bars which curved slightly outward. "They're the real genius of the pod," Robert explained. "They press on the penis constantly, but keep it from becoming fully erect. There's just no room inside for the penis to expand. The pod keeps the balls under a certain amount of pressure too. Not enough to be painful, but it's a very tight feeling." "This is going to drive him nuts," I said with admiration and lust. "Yes, with the plug in his ass, he'll be dripping constantly, but he won't be able to get hard, or even think about touching himself. Aside from the piss hole, there are no openings. You put it together like this." Robert brought the two halves together. They fit perfectly. A hex bolt at the top locked the two pieces in place. There was also an opening above the bolt for a padlock. Altogether that would be five locks, plus the many buckles, if my count was correct. It all added up to complete and total control of Alexander's sex. "You'll find it wears very well under clothing. He'll have a bigger bulge than most boys his age, but he's hung to begin with so no one should really notice. If they're looking that close, you should invite them over to play." "Let's put it on him right now," I said eagerly. My mentor shared my wicked smile, and we returned to the study with the jock and pod in hand. Alex was still as we'd left him, standing with his legs spread and his hands behind his head. Michael greeted us with a respectful bow. I could see several red stripes on Alex' butt, evidence of his failure to remain still. "How many lashes did you give him, Michael?" I asked. By the visible count it had been quite a few. "Nine, sir, but I confess I was lenient." Robert stared at him in amazement. There was great love and pride in his eyes. "I told you he was a gentle sort," he said privately to me. "And how many should the young man have received?" he asked his slave sternly. "Closer to twenty, sir, but he's so young, sir." "Then you shall receive double that amount as punishment, and keep your judgements of his age to yourself. He is Master Steven's slave, and that should be enough for you." "Yes, master." Michael then turned to me. "I apologize, sir." "Accepted," I replied as I examined the marks on Alexander's behind. I cupped his beautiful cheeks with my hands and immediately felt the heat coming off them. Normally a golden tan like the rest of him, they now had a warm pink glow. I heard him wince a little. "Are you learning your lesson?" I asked him. "Yes, sir." His voice was soft and trembling. "Thank Michael for helping you." Alex turned gracefully then bowed low at the waist, copying Michael's style almost exactly. "Thank you, sir," he said, "for helping me to learn, and for the lash, when I needed it." Robert's eyes lit up. "Oh, he is absolutely precious. Let's get him into his belt." "Agreed. Alex, stand." Alex resumed the position, noticeably more confident and controlled. Robert handed me the leather jock. My boy's eyes were soft and dreamy as he looked at it. I held it close to his nose, so he could smell the fine leather. "Ready?" I asked. "Yes, sir." "Don't get hard." With that instruction I carefully brought his balls and then his four-inch cock through the round opening, touching them no more than was necessary to complete the task. Next I buckled the belt behind him and closed the first of the padlocks in place. I went to the leg straps next, pulling them under his firm round globes. They nestled perfectly where the backs of his thighs joined his ass. Two more clicks on either side and those locks were in place as well. I left the ass strap loose for the moment. It was time for the pod. Alex nearly swooned when he saw it. Any reasonable five- year-old with a dick could have told you where it would go and what it would do. "Oh, wow! Oh, shit," I heard him whisper. "You're really going to lock me in there." I gave his face a gentle slap. "No talking." With his young cock and balls already pulled through the opening in the pouch, it was easy to get them into the pod. He was starting to get stiff again, so I quickly yanked his cock down over his balls and snapped the twin straps in place, keeping it in position. I pulled on his balls a bit, working them down a little further. Alex let out a strange croaking moan, but was otherwise silent. Everything was tucked neatly in place, and I closed the top half of the pod over my boy's genitals. With the hex wrench I screwed the thing together and fed the three belt loops through the buckles on the jock. This drew the pod upward a little bit and would keep it from moving freely. The ass strap came next. I pulled it sharply and firmly between his legs, causing it to press against the plug in his butt. This coaxed another moan from this throat, this time deeper, almost the sound a man might make. The strap attached with a clasp to the belt in the back, and it to, of course, had a small padlock, which was soon in place. The lock for the pod itself I'd saved for last. "Hold out your hand," I said. As always, the boy did as he was told. His hand was shaking, just a little. I dropped the last padlock into his palm. "When I put this on, you will never be able to touch your dick again, not even to piss. Not ever. From now on only my hands will touch you there." I wrapped my fingers around the metal case that now enclosed his boyhood. "Who does this belong to?" He looked at me with devotion as I clicked the lock in place. "It belongs to you." Alexander's knees suddenly went weak, and I had to hold him up for a few minutes. I rubbed my hands up and down his back, and whispered softly in his ear. "You're a good boy, aren't you?" "Yes, master." He trembled softly in my arms. "Tell me." "It's, it's a very strange feeling, sir. I, I want to get hard so bad," his voice cracked and squeaked under this newfound stress, "but I can't. Oh, man, I can't get hard!" His slender legs were twitching now as I held him. He clung to me desperately. I hugged him for a few minutes and stroked his hair, quickly dampening with sweat. Then it was time. Time he learned something about his new life. "Alex. Stand!" He snapped back to reality instantly and returned to his position. There was, for a moment, an almost sick look on his face, but it quickly faded. "Get used to it, boy," Robert said, clapping him firmly on the shoulder. Strange, I'd hardly even noticed he was in the room until just now. "I suspect your master isn't going to let the mongoose out of its cage very often. Walk around a bit, see how it feels." Alex moved slowly at first, unsure what to make of his new apparel, but it was a good fit and soon his gait became more natural. He was even getting used to the plug by now. It was an arousing sight, this beautiful twelve-year-old with his cock locked away and forever out of his reach, his tight little ass plugged. The leather looked great on him, accentuating his tanned skin. As I said, the belt was wide, nearly three inches, so it encased his waist almost entirely. The silver studs gave it a harsh, unforgiving appearance, as if it were something that might be used on an animal. "How does it feel?" I asked him. "Tight," the boy replied. "Tight . . . and good." Robert instructed him to stop and gave strap and pod a brief inspection. "Any discomfort?" "No, sir." "You're not going to work loose, are you?" Alex wiggled his hips to test it out. "I don't think so, sir." Robert turned to me. "Keep an eye on it the next few days and see how it wears. If it starts to pinch, or get uncomfortable, give me a call and I'll make a few adjustments. Otherwise, I'd say it's a perfect fit." Looking at Alexander I was forced to agree. He gave me a little smile. I could tell he was starting to get into the idea of not having boners every ten minutes. I drew him close and held him, running my hands over the leather at his waist. Alex sighed and pressed into me a little deeper. "A nice pair, don't you think, Michael?" Robert asked. "Yes, sir. They remind me of us, sir, when you first took me." I watched as stern, masterful Robert took his slave into his arms and kissed him, tenderly and sweetly. Michael easily returned his master's affection. There was a gentle side to this man whom I'd known all my life, but it rarely showed. Alex and I both watched now, and the boy's eyes smiled brightly. "Kissing is just for us," I told him, "when we're home. Something special. Understand?" "Yes, sir." Robert broke his embrace and gently pushed his slave away. His intelligent eyes were cold and meticulous when he turned them to us once again. "It's nearly time for dinner. I'd be a poor host if I did not feed my guest, and his boy." Alex blushed. Robert gave Michael a sharp glance, and without a word the young man departed to prepare our meal. "Go help Michael in the kitchen," I said sternly. Alex was gone in a flash. Michael paused by the door and gave him a little smile. The young man had a quiet grace and discipline about him that was very appealing. They way he stood, the way he walked, the way he addressed his master and me, even the way he addressed a junior slave like Alex. Everything was about respect, for others and himself. He was at once sincerely humble and sincerely proud. I noted that Alex had been watching him closely since we'd arrived, and was already beginning to model some of the older boy's behavior. They did not speak a single word to one another, but disappeared into the kitchen to fix dinner for their masters.

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Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2002 21:11:10 -0400 From: istari Subject: Mastering Alex 23 The following story describes the evolving relationship between and man and a thirteen-year-old boy. It is the story of a safe, loving, consensual, dominant/submissive relationship and does contain scenes of bondage, sado- masochism, etc. If that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading. This story is utter fiction, the product perhaps of my own childhood fantasies, and nothing more. Just a note to all of Alex' loyal fans. I know it has been a few weeks since the last installment, and many of you have written wondering if I'd stopped writing. Well, the answer is no, but I need to take my time and do this right. Please be patient. Much more of Alex and his friends is planned and forthcoming. In the meantime, enjoy this latest chapter in his ongoing adventures. Comments are welcome at istari_olias@hotmail.com Mastering Alex Chapter 23: Discipline. Michael and Alex returned from their morning labors in the dungeon. It was a sweet scene, watching the thirteen- year-old practically skip along behind the young man, adoration in his hazel eyes. "The stallion and the colt," Robert proclaimed with a warm laugh. It was a perfectly fitting description of our handsome pair. And a pair they were, and would be. "We should keep them together as much as possible when we visit my friends tomorrow. They will make quite an attractive spectacle. You will be coming, won't you?" Another of Robert's now famous inquiries that sounded more like a command. Normally they were, but in this case I knew it was choice that had to be made freely, at least for one of us. One of us, of course, had no choice. I looked at Alex. By his expression I could tell he'd overheard the end of our conversation. His young eyes were bright, hoping I would say yes. "No, Master Steven," Robert said to me in his soft, commanding manner. "Do not look at him. This is your decision, not his." Turning away from my boy, I had to make this momentous choice for both of us. It was actually far easier than I'd expected, now that Robert had stripped away all room for debate. That was his way, I remember it well from times past. He would let you dangle on the edge of indecision for as long as it suited him, and then he would quietly force your hand. Either Alex and I went, or we didn't. I had no time for consequences or compromise. "I need an answer, Steven." I'd already made my choice. "We'd be honored." Under his breath an excited "Yes!" escaped Alex' throat. I turned and stared at him, and suddenly I was quite angry. I had agonized over this decision for weeks, carefully considering what it might do to him, thinking of the boy's safety, his vulnerability, his fragile youth, thinking of all the terrible things that could go wrong. My entire world it seemed revolved around this boy, my little brother, my sweet intelligent Alex . . . my clever manipulative Alex, standing there celebrating his latest victory, with a rather too smart look on his cute face. He would learn there is a price. "Robert, I want that boy gagged," I said, letting my displeasure with Alex show, for in that moment it was real. "Something very hard, and very harsh, and right now." "I have just the thing. Michael, fetch your penis gag, please." I think Alex expected Mike to plead for him. The crestfallen look on his young face was priceless when the senior slave bowed his head humbly and walked off to follow his master's orders. So, Alex could be surprised. I was beginning to wonder. Michael was back just a short moment later, with the cruelest gag I had ever seen. It was leather, thick, black and obviously well used. It was almost a muzzle, for when strapped on around the head it would cover the entire mouth. There was a stubby latex cock attached to the inside, three inches long to stuff a slave's throat and keep him quiet. Alex eyed it with giddy terror. I grabbed the gag from Michael's hands and pulled my boy toward me, locking my fingers in an iron grip around his slender right arm. Alex knows when I'm not kidding. He opened his mouth and I forced the gag in swiftly and harshly, making him take all of it at once. I pulled the straps hard around his head and buckled him in as tightly as I could without knocking out any teeth. Alex was terrified. I just made him stand there. "Shall we take him downstairs," Robert suggested. "I believe our little colt needs a good spanking." "No," I replied, feeling a satisfying surge of power. "He'd enjoy that too much. Fifty push-ups, Alex. Now!" I have never seen that boy move so fast. He hit the floor and came right back up with his first push-up. With his strong and firm young muscles he powered easily through the first twenty-five. The second half proved much harder for my growing boy. He was somewhere around thirty when I put my foot between his shoulders, just as he was about to come back up. Alex tried several times to carry out his master's orders, with his master's foot pressing down on his back. He is a strong kid, but no match for a grown man. He was pinned and he knew it. The boy's head was turned to one side, that horrible gag in his mouth contorting his cute features, his right cheek pressed against the rug. Tears were moistening his face. That was all I wanted to see. I let him go, and he finished his push-ups. "May I suggest he be hog-tied for a while," Robert said. I agreed. "Ever done it to him?" he asked, as Michael was once again sent running. I had. Once, when he was about nine and we were both just horsing around and wrestling, he asked me to tie him up 'real tight and stretchy' in his own words. I put him in a mild hog-tie, and only left him for about fifteen minutes. He loved it and begged me for more. I should have seen all the signs right then and there. The boy's experience today was going to be quite different. Michael returned with several lengths of rope, thick and unforgiving. Robert and I worked quickly, pulling the thirteen-year-old's arms back as far and hard as we dared, eliciting a painful groan from the gagged boy. We tied his right wrist to his left ankle, and his left wrist to his right, then we wrapped the rope thickly around those slender bound joints. I looped another rope around the boy's elbows and cinched them together as close and tight as I could get them. Then Robert did something that surprised me, and actually frightened me for just a moment. He put his large powerful arms beneath the kid's bound-up wrists and ankles, and actually lifted my hog-tied Alex off the floor. Not even a full inch, but the strain on the boy's muscles must have been unbearable. Alex was screaming into his gag. "Where would you like him?" Robert asked mischievously over the boy's high-pitched wails. I looked around the living room, peered into the kitchen, and then let my eyes wander out the windows. The sun was already warm and blazing. It was going to be climbing into the nineties certainly. Robert read the wicked smile on my lips. "Outside," I said. Robert kept his grip, and I steadied my boy's shoulders to relieve some of the weight. We carried him gagged and helpless out the front door. Robert's driveway is packed crushed stone, and it was already nice and warm. "Should I drop him?" the seasoned master asked with a wink that Alex couldn't see. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" was the boy's frantic response. "No, just put him down . . . and I don't want to hear another sound from you, little man," I told my boy. All he'd said was one word, but it had been the wrong one, at the wrong time. We left him there to bake in the mid-morning sun. He called after me desperately through his gag. As if they had a will of their own, my feet slowed. I moved to turn back to him, but Robert's hand was there on my shoulder. "Don't undo what you've done, Steven. This is an important lesson." We went inside together, and I closed the door. Alex was alone out there for the first half-hour. After that, Michael or Robert would go out every ten or fifteen minutes to make sure he was not in any real distress. Occasionally I'd gaze out the window and watch him. The boy was bound too tightly to manage any but the smallest movement. He'd lift his head once in a while and strain against the ropes. I knew the crushed stone beneath him was causing a lot of discomfort, that and the fact that he couldn't do a thing about it. Alex would turn his head toward the house every time the door opened, expecting me to come and free him, only to have his hopes dashed when his master did not appear. And so he rested his head on the unforgiving ground once more. Clouds began to roll in. The day called for afternoon rain. The first drops were just beginning to fall when I finally went outside. Alex had been out there for close to two hours. At first he just stared at me, and made a little motion with his bound wrists, wiggling his fingers. Then his eyes watered when I knelt down and took his head into my hands. He pressed into them, longing and needful of my touch. "Do you understand?" I asked. He nodded as the tears began to fall, and he blinked his eyes for me just once. I kissed him on the forehead, then reached behind and loosened the straps. I took the gag out. Alex was silent, and his hazel eyes were fixed on me. I ran my fingers over his arms and legs, feeling the tight strain in his muscles. The rain was falling harder now, a beautiful sight as it danced over his smooth bare skin still hot from exposure to the sun. He was a little red, but it would just serve to darken his already sun-browned tan by the time the day was over. "Thirsty?" I asked. Alex opened his mouth to answer me. I gripped his jaw firmly. "No more talking. Just answer." He nodded his head yes. I could tell he was close to tears once again. Then he blurted it out. I knew he couldn't help it. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry." Just like him to back me into a corner. It was the most sincere apology Alex had ever given me. It was also willful disobedience of the order I'd just given him. I knew what I had to do. I looked at him softly and stroked his chestnut- brown hair, wet with sweat and new-fallen rain. Then I put the gag back in his mouth and buckled it behind his head. I will never forget his eyes in that moment. Ever. "You're forgiven, Alex," I said. I turned around and left my boy once more, alone in the rain. I was crying when I reached the front door. Robert took my hand, then put his arms around me in a gentle hug. "What did he say?" he asked, gazing over my shoulder at the hog-tied boy lying naked in the rain. "He said he was sorry, Robert." I nearly lost it right there. "Did he mean it?" "Of course he did." Robert's gray eyes became thoughtful. "Ten more minutes in the rain, just enough to make him think you won't be back. Then bring him inside. I won't advise you about the gag, that's something between the two of you. I'll be with Michael in the study. Bring him with you once you've got him dried off." And then he turned and left me. Alex and I were both alone now. Ten minutes felt like ten hours. Finally I opened to door and stepped out into the rain. The first rolls of the thunder could be heard in the distance. I came back to him. He was drenched and miserable and shaking. The ropes were wet and slick, and I had a little trouble getting them off. I untied his elbows first, then his wrists and ankles. With a soft groan he tried to roll himself onto his back. Gently I helped him. His frequent attempts to get loose had earned him a few scratches from the coarse stones beneath him. They were mostly on his stomach, which had been pressed against the ground the entire time. He winced when I ran my fingers over the red and irritated skin. "Let's get you up." Alex sniffled and did his best, but his arms and legs wouldn't cooperate. He looked at me helplessly. With my hands under his arms I pulled him to his feet. He wrapped his arms around me immediately and would not let go. Our walk back to the house was slow, despite the rain. I took him to our bedroom and dried him off. The boy was utterly limp in my arms as I rubbed him with plush towels. When I was finished, I let him put his shorts on over his belt. After lying there in the rain, I knew some real clothing would feel good to him. His eyes smiled at me, softly. "Let's try one more time," I said, and I reached behind his head and undid the buckles. The gag dropped from the thirteen-year-old's mouth. "Now, I want you to be quiet for the rest of the day," I explained as I held him. "That means no talking. Understood?" Alex nodded and wiped his eyes again. "If you need something, show me with your hands, if you absolutely can't, then ask me for permission to speak. Remember I don't have to say yes." Alex nodded. "If you use any other words, or make any other sound, the gag goes back in." I held it up to him. My boy took a little step back. Was he actually cringing just from the sight of it? "I don't think you'd want to sleep in this, would you?" He shook his head emphatically. Alex really and truly hated that gag. Naturally, through Robert's generosity, it was added to our permanent collection that night. Alex then got a thoughtful look on his face. He shuffled away, still nursing his sore and aching joints. There was paper and pen on the desk in the room and he started writing. The boy came back just a few moments later and handed a note to me. 'What about my safeword?' he'd written in his undisciplined youthful style. I laughed and gave him a little swat on his behind. "That's probably cheating, but since you're so clever I'll let it go. And don't worry. I promise we won't do anything today that would make you need to use it. You have your master's word." Bending his leg up, he used his thigh as a writing surface and scribbled 'Good enough for me.' "Alright, no more paper, kiddo. I'll have to put mittens on you next." His eyes got that wicked light in them that told me he liked the idea very much. We hugged, and shared a kiss, and then, making him carry the gag, the boy followed me silently into Robert's study. We were going to be taking a very large step tomorrow, and I imagined Robert had a lot he needed to tell us. The older man's bearded face betrayed a brief smile when he saw thirteen-year-old Alex in his silky soccer shorts. He also noticed the light scratches on my boy's stomach. "I'll give you some ointment for him before you put him to bed," Robert said to me. "So, young man, have you learned your lesson?" Alex nodded his head sharply. "Answer me when I ask you a question, boy!" Robert yelled, giving me a knowing wink. Alex looked at me in confused terror. I gave his little butt another pat. It was every bit as cute under the blue shorts as it was bare. "He's not allowed to speak, Master Robert," I said, letting my boy off the hook, "or make a sound." On my instructions, Alex handed the gag to Robert for safekeeping. "Ah. Wonderful. He was getting a little too cheeky for his own good." All of this was for Alex' benefit and he blushed accordingly. "I am glad you've decided to straighten him out. We'll just keep this close by, in case he forgets his place again." He laid the gag in plain view on the table beside the sofa. Robert and I then relaxed in our comfortable chairs. Michael and Alex were instructed to seat themselves on hard tall wooden stools directly in front of us. Michael had been trained to do this since he was fifteen, for Alex it was an awkward moment and he struggled to find his balance. Michael reached out an arm to steady his junior companion. "Let him figure it out on his own, Michael, " I said. It didn't take long for the kid to find his balance. He was so cute, with his strong and slender legs bent up and spread, and his fast-growing teenaged feet curled around the wooden rungs. Alex copied Michael's posture exactly, sitting up straight with his hands on his knees. Robert and I couldn't help but smile at our attractive young slaves. Robert's visage then became somber and serious and he addressed Alex in his soft, scholarly way. "There are some things we must discuss, Alex, rules and behavior you must learn tonight and remember. Tomorrow will be your first time among masters and slaves you don't know." The boy looked at me in anxious excitement. "I need your attention, young man," Robert said sternly. Alex quickly straightened up again and locked his hazel eyes on him. "Good. I will not repeat myself. Rules are for your own protection, Alex, so you won't wander into trouble." The boy nodded and kept his eyes fixed on Robert. "First, you will not speak. I'm rather glad you are learning that lesson today, it will help you a great deal tomorrow. If a master says hello to you, or remarks how cute you are, or asks you a simple question, you may acknowledge him with your eyes, and nod your head. If a master asks you anything more complicated than that, he is testing you. Do not answer. He knows such questions should be addressed to your master, not you. Look over at Steven immediately. He will answer for you." Alex nodded that he understood. "Intelligent boy. Oh," Robert asked tenderly, "how old are you now?" I saw the wheels turning in the boy's eyes. A soft smirk crossed his lips and he looked directly at me. I smiled. "He's thirteen, Robert." Our friend and mentor laughed. Michael chuckled too. "Score one for you, little colt," Robert said. "Don't forget. You will be tested many times tomorrow." Alex swallowed hard and looked a little frightened by that. "Don't be afraid, son," Robert said. "All three of us will be there to help you, but a slave is responsible for his own behavior. Our expectations are high. Now, I understand Master Steven has given you orders not to bow your head. That's fine, but it will make life difficult for you tomorrow. There will be times, my dear boy, when you will wish you could keep your eyes on the ground. But you will not do that. If a master chooses to study you, you will return his gaze. Show him respect. I do not want to see that same defiance I saw when you and I were in the kitchen this morning." "Alex!" I confess I shouted at him. The boy actually blushed in embarrassment. "Nothing the riding crop could not correct, Steven. Perhaps some additional spankings before bed will serve as penance." "You can count on that." Robert continued. "Always stay close to your master, Alex. That is very important. If you forget or break every other rule we give you, do not forget that one. If you should get separated . . . and I know a few masters who may try to do that to you . . . look for me or Michael. We will take care of you until Steven finds you. Samuel Collins will also be there. He can help you as well." There was true fear in the boy's eyes now for the first time, and he was beginning to understand just how dark and serious tomorrow's adventure would be. Robert went on, more slowly, and more gently. Alex was starting to tremble. "Most of the masters you will meet are good people, Alex. They will be amazed at how much you've learned in such a short time. They will recognize that you are young and make certain allowances for you. They would die to protect you if they thought you were in danger, just as Steven and I would do. However," and his voice was filled with menace and warning, "there are others who are not so good, others I suspect would enjoy hurting a cute young boy. You will be in your belt and plugged the entire time, but a clever master knows ways to get at you even if he does not hold your keys. Be careful. Do not flirt. That's how little boys get raped. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" Alex gasped and nodded sharply. That ugly word stung him and brought back terrible memories. He was squirming uncomfortably on his stool. "Just because you're a slave, it does not mean you don't deserve respect. In fact, you deserve respect because you're a slave. Understand?" The boy nodded his head and blinked. A little tear fell from the corner of his right eye. "No one has a right to touch you, or make you do anything, without your master's permission. Not even me. Do you need to wipe your eyes?" Alex nodded again. "Go ahead. Take some time to compose yourself." Alex stood up and got a tissue. I wanted to pull him into my arms and hug him, but it didn't feel right. Tenderness would offer him too quick and too easy an escape. This was rough ground for him, with more to come, and he had to find a way to navigate it on his own. He would always be submissive. I did not want him to be dependent. I did smile at him, then gestured him back to his stool. Robert went on to explain that there would be sex, a great deal of it, some of it very hard and very nasty. Alex would participate in as much or as little of it as I desired. The boy shivered. I leered at him playfully. "You will meet experienced sadists, Steven. I will introduce you. They can teach you to inflict unimaginable pain on Alex, without fear of causing him permanent damage." Alex nearly fell off his stool hearing that. Robert chuckled lightly. "That got his attention, didn't it?" Unable to apologize, Alex awkwardly got himself back into the proper position. "Now, dear boy, you will encounter many slaves with modifications. Do you know what that means?" Alex thought for just a second, then rubbed his thumb and index finger over the gold ring in his ear. "Excellent. You have sharp instincts, boy, but an earring is common these days. You've had yours since you were how old?" The boy almost slipped and answered Robert's question, but he quickly caught himself and turned his face to mine. "Alex got pierced when he was nine," I replied. Robert clapped his hands. "You are becoming quite good at this, Alex." My sweet boy nodded his head, and his eyes beamed with pride. "Well, you will be seeing more than a few earrings, I can tell you that. Things in places you might not want to think about. You will be a curious boy, I know, but do not stare. That would be rude." Robert then turned to me. "I am not a practitioner myself. I like Michael just as he was made. Our friend Samuel Collins occupies the other extreme. In fact I believe he will be continuing young Sebastian's transformation this weekend. Everyone will be invited to witness it." I wondered what lay in store for that boy. I would have felt sorry for him, but he was so undeniably thriving and happy when we met him. Alex had pain, and Sebastian had his rings. It seemed each boy had what he most desired. I have to confess I was looking very much forward to seeing him again. With Alex forbidden to speak, lunch was a quiet affair. Michael was under no such orders, but he is a young man of few words to begin with, really the opposite of Alex. You often had to order him to say something, just to make sure he was still in the room. It is interesting how some slaves tend to fade into the background, as Michael does, while others stand out as though a thousand spotlights were shining on them. Alex certainly fit the latter category, my little showman. The afternoon was spent drilling Alex on his positions, until he could move from one to the other rapidly and gracefully. Robert also showed me a proper sitting posture, for those rare instances when Alex might be allowed to use a chair. Under Robert's guidance, I also, for the first time, attached a short chain between the boy's thigh cuffs, severely limiting his ability to walk. We chained his ankle cuffs together as well and made him practice walking from the kitchen to the study like that for nearly two hours. For the first hour, his arms were free, for the second, I bound them tightly behind his back using one of our host's leather bondage sleeves. I'd heard about these things, but never seen a real one. Once it was laced up, the boy's arms encased within it were completely immobilized. Nasty and harsh. Alex loved it. It did affect his balance at first, but he quickly got used to it. His gait remained adorably awkward, but that was the point. "You're doing great, Alex," I said. "Thanks!" he replied without thinking. His eyes grew wide before the word had even finished coming out of his mouth. "Did you hear something, Robert?" I asked wickedly. "Yes indeed I did." He already had the gag in his hand. "Come here, Alex. This instant." Alex looked over at me, and my expression told him he was to follow Robert's orders. My thirteen-year-old moved as fast as he could with his ankles and thighs chained together. The look of contrition upon his sweet face was endearing. "Don't disobey by apologizing," Robert said. "Just open your mouth and accept your punishment." Alex did as he was told, and the gag was strapped around his head again. I did notice that Robert had made it somewhat less tight than the times before. "That's a good boy. Now, I believe your little infraction calls for another hour of training. Steven?" "By all means. Start marching, Alexander." My boy nodded his head slowly and returned to his task. Robert leaned over to me. "I honestly believe you should keep Alex gagged as a matter of course from now on. I have an inflatable version of the one he's wearing. It would cause him somewhat less discomfort." I confess I loved the sound of my boy's voice. Alex needed to learn his place, but I did not like the idea of a silent house. I told Robert I would consider his suggestion, my polite way of telling him no, but I was very interested in the gag he had mentioned. My boy's comfort and well being was important to me after all. When Alex had finished his last hour of practice, we escorted him and Michael to the dungeon. There we strapped them down facing one another on the large punishment bench. Alex remained gagged of course, and Michael soon found a bit in his mouth, well marked by his own teeth, his favorite I would later learn. "Paddles, Master?" Robert asked with a gleam in his eye that told me he was in a mood for inflicting pain, hard and slow and long into the night. "Oh, I definitely think paddles." Our two boys moaned in fear and delight and squirmed in their bonds as we chose our respective instruments of discipline and approached them. At first we alternated, so that the two lovebirds could enjoy the grimaced expressions on each other's face. Alex, bless his heart, tried desperately to remain silent as I reddened his thirteen-year- old ass with the thick heavy paddle. The effort was having an unpleasant affect on him. He cringed visibly each time he sensed it coming, something he normally did not do. "I know it's hard, sweetie," I said to him while Michael was getting his. "You may cry into your gag, if you need to." He needed to. And he did. It was a beautiful sound. Once we'd gotten them nice and red, we began to deliver our blows in unison, striking our boys with simultaneous fury. And fury was the word. It was a slow, measured beating, but certainly the hardest I'd yet given my boy. Looking over at Michael and Robert, I sensed they were both just warming up. Michael was groaning softly, but his distress came mostly from the tears he was forced to watch falling from Alexander's young eyes. They were close enough that with some effort they could press their foreheads together. When they did, Robert and I actually had to stop for a moment. Such a beautiful gesture of love and support they were sharing. We could actually feel it there in the room with us, and we both touched our hands gently to their cheeks. Then we resumed our positions and laid into the boys with renewed vigor, their innocent passion for one another stirring the darkest passions in us. Alex was howling in his gag and writhing in his bonds. Michael's reaction to discipline, as in all things, was considerably more subdued. To be honest, I don't believe Michael needs pain the way Alex does, it is just something the young man endures because he is a slave, and because he is utterly devoted to his master. After a while Alex too began to quiet down, modeling Michael's behavior and maturity. Having the young man to look up to and admire was a great benefit for Alex. During the wild and amazing teen years that would follow, he would often say, 'If Mike can take, I can take it.' And he would. In a strange way, Michael was training him every bit as much as I was. "Good boy, Alex," I said as I continued to turn his behind a nice shade of purple. "I want these rear ends glowing tomorrow, Steven," Robert said to me as he took up the cane and administered a slow methodical series of stinging blows. Alex could hear it swishing ominously through the air, he could feel Michael jerk against his bonds in anticipation, then the crack on soft bare skin, and of course the young man's agonized groans filling his ears. Mike was sobbing quietly when it was over. Then Robert placed the cane in my own hands. "Give Alex three. One for being defiant this morning, one for talking out of turn, and one to remind him never to do either again." I took a long hard look at the slender rod. It seemed so innocuous, yet I knew it could inflict unspeakable damage in the wrong hands. I had doubt. For the first time in weeks I had doubt about doing something to my boy. From the bench, Alex was staring at the cane with unmasked terror. His abusers had used coat hangers, rulers, and electric cords, so he knew the deep pain that could come from harmless- looking things. Alex' eyes pleaded with me. "Not yet, Robert," I said. "He's not ready for this." "Alex will never be ready for this," my old friend replied. "Was he ready for it when he was five? Or six? Or seven?" I looked away from them both. "That's not fair, Robert, and it's not the same." "Of course it's not fair!" Robert said with uncharacteristic emotion. "And of course it's not the same. That's why it must be done, and done now. It will just keep eating him up, Steven, a little bit more each day, each month. He's come so far. Don't abandon him now. Be strong for both of you, and do what must be done." With the cane still in my hand, I knelt down and looked my sweet Alex in the eye. The boy was bravely trying not to cry, but I knew he was scared. "Just three, Lexi," I said, using his family nickname I hadn't called him since he was eight. "That's all." He closed his eyes. I walked behind him. "How?" I asked Robert. "Place the cane against his behind." I did. "Draw it back slowly." I did. "Return it, slowly." I did. "Do that five more times until you get the feel of it." After five I was ready. "Draw it back again, and let it go. Don't put too much force into it. The cane works all by itself." I drew the slender cane back and brought it down. It sang as it cut through the air. If he had not been strapped down, Alex would have been airborne. His entire body jerked in a violent spasm and he shrieked into his gag. "Not so hard, Steven," Robert corrected me gently over the boy's frantic cries. I gave him his second one, not so severe as my first. Still he tensed and shouted and looked back at me with weeping eyes. The third and final blow cut across his behind evenly. His muffled scream was so high-pitched that it finally became inaudible. Tears streaked the boy's face when I came around to him, but there was also a look of deep pride in his eyes, as one who has endured great trial and come through it with newfound strength. "We should let him rest for a while," Robert said as he stroked the boy's short matted hair. He released Michael from his restraints and removed the bit from his mouth. The young man was visibly shaken at bearing witness to Alexander's torment. He and Robert exchanged a brief whisper. "May Michael give Alex a kiss?" "I would never deny them," I said. Mike knelt beside the boy and kissed him tenderly on the forehead, and then the cheek. Alex moaned softly into his gag. We didn't rush them. Finally Michael stood up, and together we made our way to the door. Robert was about to turn off the lights, but I stopped him. "No. Please. I can't bear to think of him alone in the dark right now. He needs the light." Robert smiled and nodded. It would not have been his choice, but I was pleased and proud that he respected mine. I brought Alex upstairs for dinner. He was sore and tender, but the panic that had gripped him earlier had passed. There was that light in his eyes, tempered a bit by the pain, but clear and vibrant. He had worked something out in his head, and let go of yet another piece of his childhood trauma. The boy was delighted to find pizza waiting for him in the kitchen. With our host's Epicurean tastes, I was a bit surprised when Robert himself picked up the phone and ordered it. "Sometimes the old favorites are still the best," he said whimsically. "And besides, Alex deserves a little reward. We've worked him hard this weekend, and there's much more to come." Alex blushed shyly. I allowed Michael the honor of removing the boy's gag, but I did not permit them to embrace. Alex' rear end was too purple and much too sore for him to sit on the floor, so he was given permission to remain standing while he ate, on the condition that he stay at attention the entire time. His knees locked, his back arched, his shoulders square, his face forward. The only part of him he was allowed to move was his left arm with which he fed himself. With a ravenous thirteen-year-old in our company, the food disappeared at an alarming rate. "He must be eating you out of house and home," Robert laughed good-naturedly. I was forced to agree with his observation. We had pretty much left an empty refrigerator behind us. Alex for his part just cracked a little smile and grabbed another slice of pizza. I gave him a sharp smack to this thigh. "You're slouching. Stand up straight." Alex corrected himself instantly. "Don't you think it's time you shaved that boy, Steven?" Robert asked, looking Alex up and down and resting his gray eyes between the thirteen-year-old's legs. "He's got a nice little bush now. About a month's worth, right, boy?" Alex nodded somberly, knowing very well what would be happening to him after dinner. His pubic hair had thickened quite a bit from those first few wispy strands of early summer. It was still sparse and soft, light brown in color, but undeniably noticeable. And it most definitely had to go. Fifteen minutes later we had Alex back in the dungeon. He stood shaking and naked, freed of his belt, his cuffs and his collar, holding his arms above his head as ordered. His cock was soft and dangling heavily between his legs. With our eyes and our hands, Robert and I inspected his young body from head to toe, looking for any signs that my boy was starting to grow hair. His legs, his ass, his pale white armpits, his upper lip, and everywhere and everyplace in between. Aside from a few blond hairs circling his ankles, and of course the downy growth above his cock, Alex was still smooth and hairless. "When he gets his first hairs on his ass, I will recommend electrolysis," Robert proclaimed. "Dr. Collins can put you in touch with a gentlemen who is quite skilled at making it quite painful. Michael was done when he was sixteen, weren't you dear?" "Yes, master." The young man cringed at the memory. "And he's barely sprouted a single hair since. And I just pluck those out." The look on Alex' face told me he was not too happy about the prospect of losing what little hair he'd just started to grow. Yet he obeyed without hesitation when he was ordered to sit in one of Robert's restraint chairs, visibly relieved when he learned it would not be the one with the seven-inch dildo screwed to the seat. Michael tightened all the straps for us, leaving the boy immobilized. Alex could wiggle his fingers and his toes, but that was all. There was even a leather strap for his forehead, which helped keep him in the proper posture. He could follow us with his soft hazel eyes, but he could not turn his head nor look down to see what was being done to him. He could hear the buzzing of the shaver, and feel it against his abdomen. It only took a single pass and his precious pubic hair was gone. Alex had had it for exactly one month, and would never have it again.

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Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2002 08:08:07 -0400 From: istari Subject: Mastering Alex 18 - 20 The following story describes the evolving relationship between and man and a thirteen-year-old boy. It is the story of a safe, loving, consensual, dominant/submissive relationship and does contain scenes of bondage, sado- masochism, etc. If that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading. This story is utter fiction, the product perhaps of my own childhood fantasies, and nothing more. Comments are welcome at istari_olias@hotmail.com Mastering Alex Chapter 18: Medical Attention. I carried the bucket of cold water down the basement steps and flipped on the lights, walking calmly and quietly toward my destination, a three-by-four foot rectangular box, covered with a dark blanket. There I set the bucket down beside me. I pulled the blanket away and gazed down at my naked thirteen-year-old Alex, curled up and sleeping in his cage. My cock was hard and dripping just looking at him. He was collared, and his wrists in their leather cuffs were locked behind his back. That was all. No harness, no belt. Everything else was soft hairless boyflesh. Well, not entirely hairless. His pubic hair was coming in fast, thickening a bit more every day. Just two weeks ago there were no more than five of them, but now he had sparse soft little tuft growing just above his dick, of which he was very proud. He was breathing softly. The hair on his head had grown back some, though I kept it closely trimmed every few days. At first I had serious doubts about keeping him in the cage and letting him sleep down here all alone. He was still very young, and I feared what it might do to his head. Far from traumatizing him, he said he loved it, and he did. He liked the bars all around him. This would be his third morning waking up in confinement. Seeing it from a sadist's perspective, I naturally thought of the cage as confinement and entrapment, a form of punishment and humiliation. Alex saw things very differently. What I called entrapment, he called protection, what I called confinement, he called safety, what I called humiliation was exactly that, and he needed it once in a while, only briefly, but every bit as much as the pain I so lovingly offered. That explained the bucket of water. I picked it up and dumped the contents over the cage. "Get up!" I shouted, in a tone I had spent all night practicing. He yelped when the cold water hit him. "I'm awake! I'm awake!" he yelled. I reached between the bars and released his wrist cuffs. Once the door was open, he crawled out of the cage and gingerly stood up. The boy's lean body was gorgeous, dripping wet and shivering. "May I stretch, sir?" he asked me. The devilish grin on his face told me the kid was already guessing my answer. "A good whipping should loosen those joints," I told him. "Take your piss and get over there." I pointed to the spot in the center of the room, where the shackles were hanging down, left over from the day before. For the last two weeks I'd used the cat on him, lashing it across his back, his butt, his thighs, and his chest when he asked for it. Now it was time to try the whip. Alex was in position, standing beneath the chains on a six-inch wooden platform I'd built for him. He waited obediently with his hands behind his head as I drew the long, slender lash from its place on the wall. "Oh, wow. Are you really going to use that?" "Sure am. Okay?" In answer he raised his arms. I closed the shackles around his wrists and inserted the pins. "Ready?" "Yep." I kicked the wooden box away. "aauuughhh," he groaned as the weight of his entire body was suddenly transferred to his arms and shoulders. He swung for a few minutes as I slowly jerked him off. He knew not to cum. I ran my fingers playfully through his new-grown pubic hair. "I like this," I said, as I plucked one out. "Yeeowwch. Don't! I need those." "For what?" "I don't know, I just do, okay?" "Sensitive about your cute little hairs?" "Yes." I put my hands on either side of his ribs and gave him a little push, sending him swinging back and forth, increasing the stress and tension on his young joints. "Oh man that's good," he said. I did it one more time, and then I started with the whip. I don't know how he found the strength in his lungs to scream as long and hard as he did. I've come to understand that Alex loves screaming, just for the sake of it. He's told me that it makes the pain more bearable and yet more intense all at once. I'm sure a psychologist would have a field day with my young masochist, but I knew that pain was the very best therapy for him. The whip curled through the air again, cracking against the boy's back. Adding one more to the score of red welts already crisscrossing my thirteen-year-old's tender skin. "Aagghh!" Alex' latest cry echoed through our dungeon. I loved him like this. Naked. Stretched hanging from the rafters with his wrists in chains, his cute teenaged feet dangling six inches off the floor. Each lash of the whip set his body swinging. I watched the muscles in his back and shoulders tense in anticipation, and gave him another one, the hardest yet. He shrieked and groaned and twisted sharply. I walked around front. His head was slumped to his chest. Alex was covered in sweat. It glistened off his tanned skin. I put the handle of the whip beneath his chin and so lifted his eyes to my own. They were red and swollen. "Had enough?" I asked him. 'Please say yes' I thought to myself. Alex shook his head slowly, almost defiantly, even as the tears rolled down his cheeks. His voice was weak and he spoke between sharp gasps for air. "You promised me fifty every day . . . I want the rest." I was his master. I should have seen it coming. I should have said no, right there. He was a boy. There was only so much his young body could take. I swore an oath to protect him, even from himself if need be. But I am an addict. I have always been an addict. And my latest drug, my lifelong addiction, is the sound of Alex screaming. I unfurled the whip and walked slowly behind him again. I laid into the kid's battered and defenseless back with renewed vigor. Five, ten, fifteen lashes, forcing hoarse ecstatic screams from the depths of the boy's soul. These were the screams he made when he had lost himself in the pain. There are times, I swear, when the boy simply loses his mind. "Damn it, Alex! Say the word!" "No!" "Say it, for god's sake." "No!" "Please," I begged him. Yes, a master begging his slave. "I . . . I just can't. You know that." He was sobbing. "Just whip me, sir, please!" Now I was angry with him. That was my first mistake. I gave him five or six more, fast and hard. That was my second. He swung wildly in his chains as the blows landed in quick succession. He twisted sharply, a little too much so for his growing body to endure. I saw it happen. I actually saw his right shoulder leave its socket. Alex howled in agony. Even for a masochist there is pain that is unbearable, pain that does not fire the brain with pleasure. Pain unneeded. Pain unwanted. Alex cried and wailed as he hung there. I threw the whip aside and quickly wrapped my arms around his waist, taking all his weight upon me. "I've got you, Alex. Try to be calm." He sobbed and sniffled, but did his best to compose himself. I reached up and pulled the pins in the shackles. The poor boy fell awkwardly into my arms. His eyes were tightly closed against the pain. "Can you stand?" I asked. Alex was wobbly on his feet, but he managed it bravely. I got him upstairs and lay him on the couch. "Close your eyes," I told him, as I draped his right arm gently across his chest. It didn't look as bad as I first feared, but I knew it was more than we could deal with. We needed help. Alex whimpered softly. "Don't move." He managed an ironic smile. "I won't. I promise." I picked up the phone and dialed Robert's number. Michael answered. "Put Robert on right now, Mike," I said. "Alex is hurt." There was silence on the other end for a moment, and then Robert picked up. "What happened, Steven?" I could hear the menacing edge in his voice. "I was careless and stupid," I replied. Alex looked up at me sharply and shook his head. "Tell me everything." I did. Alex was looking at me desperately now. Robert sighed over the phone. "Well, I suppose it couldn't be helped. Accidents do happen. You have to be more careful with him, Steven. You know he doesn't know his own limits, or just ignores them. His safeword is meaningless if he won't say it. Can you take him to the hospital?" "I'd rather not. He has some marks on him, and some bruises, that might be hard to explain." Robert chuckled softly. "So you've been beating him, have you?" "Only to excess," I replied. "I know a doctor who can help. He fixes Michael up when things go wrong." "Michael's not a boy," I reminded him. "Not anymore certainly, but he was the first time I took him in. Doctor Collins is perfectly safe, and extremely discreet, I assure you. He has a boy of his own. Write down this number and call him." I took the number down. By the exchange it looked like he was fairly close to us. I breathed a sigh for that. I didn't want my poor boy lying in pain all night. Before I could hang up, Alex asked if he could speak to Robert. I handed him the phone, and listened with wet eyes as my sweet gentle boy defended me. "It's me, sir, it's Alex . . . this is all my fault, sir . . . yes, sir . . . I was the one who was stupid . . . Yes, I think I've learned a lesson. Don't be angry with my master, sir, please." A little smile came to his face. He gave the phone back to me and closed his eyes again. "That's quite a boy you have there, Steven," Robert said. "Do be more careful." When I hung up, Alex was staring at me again. "It really was my fault," he said. "Sometimes I just don't know when I've had too much." I put my hand on his sweaty forehead, and told him honestly. He deserved the truth from his master, no matter how much it hurt me to say. "I knew, but I just kept going. Whether you use your safeword or not, it's my job to stop when things get out of control. Things were very out of control, weren't they?" "Yeah, they kind of were. It's just . . . I didn't want to say it. I really didn't want you to stop. Guess we were both being stupid, huh?" I nodded and kissed him. "I think we need a new word. One you can use to slow us down." "That's cool. What should it be?" "You decide. I'm going to call this doctor and find out if he can see you this afternoon." I gave Robert's name over the phone. No questions were asked, no explanations required. I was told I could bring him right over. I got Alex dressed, just jeans and an oversized T-shirt, which went over him without causing much distress. It was a good half-hour drive. Alex had a hard time getting in the car, and he cringed in pain with each little bump in the road. "Have you chosen our new word?" I asked, driving as slowly and gently as possible. "Snail," he said with a soft laugh. "That makes sense. What is it with you and insects anyway?" "Snails aren't insects." "Whatever. Just lay back and try to get some rest. We'll be there soon." "I hope so," he said, then, under his breath, "this really hurts." I reached over and squeezed his knee gently. He sighed and closed his eyes. The sign outside the large isolated residential house read: Samuel R.A. Collins, MD Office hours by appointment Practice limited to young men and boys There was an eye opener. "I wonder what kind of medicine he practices," Alex said smartly as I helped him from the car. He was cradling his right arm. "Leeches I'm sure. Come on, slave boy," I said good- naturedly. "Yes, sahib." I don't know where he picked that one up. The door was opened by a middle-aged gentleman in a button-down shirt and khakis. He was clean-shaven, of average height and trim build. In every way he seemed the perfect image of the successful young doctor, right down to the stethoscope around his neck. However a closer look was somewhat more revealing. A rather expensive looking ring in his left ear, and just the very edges of some very extensive tattooing visible below his shirt-sleeves. He studied me first with harsh gray eyes, and then Alex. He did not say a word. "I called," I said. "Robert recommended you to us." His expression lightened, although I would always know him as an overtly serious man. He offered his hand to me. "You must be Steven." His accent was faintly British. "Robert had already told me about you, even before your call. Pleasure." "Thanks for seeing us so quickly," I said, putting my arm around Alex' waist. "There would have been complications at the hospital." He smiled for the first time. There was then, as now, something quietly wicked about it, although I've since come to know him as one of the gentlest masters, and one of our dearest friends. He turned his sharp eyes to Alex. "So, all bruised and welted, are you." "Yes, sir," the boy replied with a quick nod of his head. "Excellent. A boy needs a good thrashing once in a while. Tell me, young man, does your master here lay into you hard, or just play about?" "Hard, sir," Alex replied. There was unabashed pride in his voice, pride that he had a strict, firm master. "Sometimes very hard." The last of the coldness faded in the face of Alexander's charm, and Samuel Collins invited us in. "Call me Sam," he said to me as he closed the door behind us. "And tell me what is this adorable little slave's name?" "This is Alex." Quite without thinking I laid my hand over his shoulder. The poor boy winced and let out a soft cry. "We played a little rough today, as you can see." "Separated shoulder, correct?" "Looks that way." "Quite normal. Let's get him into the examination room and we'll have a look. Sebastian!" he called sharply. I vaguely remembered Robert telling me the good doctor kept a boy, but I was surprised to discover it was a literal description. Alex and I both stared as we met Sebastian for the first time. The child had red hair. That was his most immediately distinctive physical feature. Not that sadly comical flaming orange some unfortunate boys are born with, but a dark, rich, ruddy hue. Shaved close on the sides and just a little spiky on the top. His eyes were of the darkest brown, deep and sensitive. He was eleven years old. Sebastian wore a two-inch leather collar with spikes around his slender young neck. The boy had on tight thick black leather shorts. Built-in belts and straps at the waist and around his thighs were pulled taught and locked with brass padlocks, preventing the boy from getting out of them. He was lean and wiry, extra slender without being emaciated. Like most redheaded boys, his skin was extremely pale, the whitest white I'd ever seen. He was almost pearlescent as he stood there at attention, panting softly after running from wherever he was at his master's summons. Unlike other reds, his face and body were almost completely free of freckles. He wore no shirt. His little boy nipples were just tiny pink dots on his chest, and would have been nearly invisible were it not for the fact that they were pierced with one- inch golden rings, joined together by a delicate silver chain. Both of the boy's ears had been pierced, and there was an identical ring in his nose, appearing to pierce his septum, though I'd later learn it was simply clasped. Five gold rings for a pale white boy. The contrast was stunning and arousing. And, like his master, the boy was tattooed. It looked like barbed wire, black, running in a perfect single line around both of his small hard little biceps, and another one again around his narrow waist, much of that one hidden beneath his leather shorts. I wondered what else might have been pierced and tattooed under there, but that was really none of my business. Alex' shocked expression told me he was wondering about the same thing, and perhaps a little more. "We have guests," Samuel said sternly. "This is Master Steven and his slave Alex. Show them to the examination room. I'll be along shortly. No talking." Little Sebastian nodded his head like a well-trained slave and led us down the nearest hallway. In his posture and demeanor he instantly reminded me of a miniature version of Michael, but there was a jump in his step and a lively impish playfulness in his eyes that spoke of a wild and wonderful personality, just barely contained by the collar around his neck. It was an ordinary exam room in which Alex and I found ourselves, although the padded table had numerous restraints and a rather vicious set of adjustable stirrups at one end. It did slowly dawn on me that people living our lifestyle do have unique medical needs, where privacy and anonymity are paramount. For a thirteen-year-old slave and his master this was especially true. I helped Alex off with his shirt while he and Sebastian traded shy smiles and looked one another over. There'd been no time to put Alex' chastity belt on, and so I immediately noticed the swelling in his jeans. Was there a hard little lump there in Sebastian's pants too? Hard to tell, but the little guy was certainly cute and very sexy. I thought I'd noticed a resemblance to Samuel, and wondered if he might be the doctor's own son or nephew, and how he came to be a slave. Samuel Collins entered in his white lab coat and told Alex to hop up on the table. That took some doing with a sore shoulder. "That will be all now, Seb," he said, giving the boy a gentle pat on his leather-clad behind. "Run along and play. I'll call you when we need you again." "Yes, master." It was the voice of a choirboy that answered, in the same soft fading British accent of his master. A young angel in black leather. He scurried off. There was a deep fondness in Samuel's eyes as he watched him go. "Relative of yours?" I asked conversationally. Of course it was none of my business, but when you've just met an adorable eleven-year-old boy with tattoos and piercings, you are bound to ask questions and expect a few answers. "It's the eyes, isn't it?" he asked softly. I nodded. "My nephew, yes, although he does not know it. My sister's boy, may she rest. I've had him since he was four, and he knows me only as his master. I started his training when he was eight. I still have his first collar. My great experiment. Coming along rather well, don't you think." "Alex certainly seems to think so," I said, shifting my eyes to the obvious bulge between his legs. The doctor smiled knowingly and gave Alex a little smirk. My boy blushed fiercely. In just a short time, Alex had come to think of his erections as something belonging entirely to me. Kept flaccid and frustrated in his belt, only his master could free him and make him hard. The psychology of my control over his penis was profound. He was a thirteen-year-old boy, and nature was certainly having its way with him, but he was learning to control himself. Alex had reached a point where he did not want to be hard, unless it was his master's hand that had worked his cock to firm erection. At first, whenever the belt came off, his penis would shoot up instantly, but now he would remain soft, a nice long floppy boy-cock, getting close to five inches now when it was warm and dangling between his hairless legs. It actually swung from side to side now when he walked, when he was not belted that is. He was still in the belt more than he was out of it, but it's meaning had changed. It still drove him crazy once in a while. I could always see it in his eyes when he was ready to explode. But, where he had first viewed it as punishment for his offending organ, it was now a constant and daily discipline that had begun to imprint itself on his mind as well as his emotions. In or out of the belt he never touched himself down there anymore. There was an intense aura of sexuality that just seemed to set his entire body aglow and never faded. His weekly milkings were becoming marathon sessions, sometimes lasting for hours. To be thirteen and so full of cum again. What man wouldn't want to go back in time, just for a day or two? "Have a cock like a horse, do you?" Samuel asked the boy as he prepared to examine him. Why leave him wondering, I thought. "Strip the little colt, if you want," I said. Alex looked at me with surprise. Dr. Sam, as we'd come to call him over the years, was only too happy to oblige. Obediently Alex returned to his feet. Had his pain been worse, I would have insisted that we get right down to business, but he was coping. The boy's shirt was already off, and Sam began by running his fingers down Alex' chest and over his stomach. He then unbuttoned Alex' jeans and slid them down the boy's narrow, tapered waist. My boy was still semi-erect, the purple head still hanging out of his foreskin. "How old are you, boy?" he asked, as he examined Alexander's cock and balls with more than the clinical disinterest of a physician. "Thirteen, sir." "Very well endowed, aren't you?" "Runs in the family, sir," he said, glancing over at me with a wide grin. "Brothers?" Sam asked me with a raised eyebrow. "We are." "Very unusual. Kinky. I like it. Parents?" "They're dead, sir," Alex said abruptly. Samuel never asked about them again, not in front of Alex at any rate. He gently grasped the boy's cock. "May I see how long he gets, Steven? A boy's doctor really should know these things." I laughed and told him to go ahead. "Remember, Alex," I warned him sternly, "no cumming." "Yes, master." Sam had my boy hard in a matter of seconds. The first drops of pre-cum were already oozing out. He whistled in admiration at the young throbbing barely teenaged cock before him and quickly took a measuring tape from a nearby drawer. "Almost seven inches, and you're really just starting to grow." Alex moaned softly as he continued to have his dick stroked. He and Michael had messed around, but this was the first time I'd let another master play with him like this. He closed his eyes and his tongue licked out over his lips for a second. "I . . . I . . . I'm gonna cum." The good doctor stopped and left the thirteen-year-old hard and dripping. "Back onto the table, please," he said with cold detachment. From there things flowed like a normal doctor's visit for a while. Sam examined Alex' shoulder and moved it around a little. It was loose, but not as bad as I'd first feared. An x-ray was taken in a separate room to make sure there was nothing broken, and to plan for resetting it. Back in the exam room, we laid him on the table, resting his head on a soft pillow. I put my hands on either side of his face and looked down into his eyes. "Would you like me to give him something for the pain?" Samuel asked me. "This will be quick, but quite agonizing." "Alex?" "I want to know what it feels like." "You heard him." "Very well then." Studying the x-ray one last time, Samuel quickly grabbed Alex' right arm and gave it a sharp twist. It must have hurt too badly for a scream. Alex just lay there staring up at me with his mouth agape and his eyes filling with tears. And just like that it was done. Gingerly we sat him up again. Samuel put the boy's arm in a sling and we worked the T-shirt over it. "Keep him in the sling for a few days," he advised, "but then he should start exercising it. No rough stuff for a while." "Yes, sir," we both said in unison. A short time later we were in his living room. After some convincing, Alex had finally agreed to let the doctor give him some pills. He was lying on the couch with his head still swimming, half-asleep. Samuel and I sat talking and getting better acquainted while Sebastian tended to our needs, bringing us food and drink, then sitting quietly and obediently at his master's feet. I'd politely refused Samuel's excellent vintage. It's dangerous for a man with my history to take even a single drink, and I'd had several since the summer began. While I still had the strength to stop, I decided I would. I owed myself that, and most of all I owed it to Alex. I imagined the terrible horror that our dungeon might become for him if I ever happened to be drunk when we were down there. "How long have you been training young Alex?" Sam asked as he pressed the wineglass to his lips. "Less than two months." The doctor's eyes grew wide. "Really. I'd have guessed at least a year, perhaps two. Especially with those welts and bruises I saw. He's into it rather heavily, isn't he?" "Alex is a total submissive," I replied, "and a reckless masochist. Either I hurt him, or he hurts himself. At least this way I can keep him safe, most of the time. Things got a little crazy today." Sam nodded in understanding. "I was stunned when he refused the injection. I've seen grown men beg for them like children when they're here." "Alex wasn't kidding. He really wanted to know how it felt. He'll be drawing a new scene on the walls of our dungeon tonight." "A slave and an artist. My, you must have your hands full." Chapter 19: Boyfriends. I had to be crazy. Two weeks before the start of school, less than one week before Robert's associates would have their summer gathering, and at the moment the house was shaking with the crash and thump and rattle of three young boys. Alex had asked me if his friends Nathan and Ashton could spend the night. That was big, and I realized that reconciling Alex the slave and Alex the boy was going to become more and more challenging as his teen years went by. I couldn't say `no' to him, not about things like this, not when he finally had friends his own age. We sat down and had a long talk about it. "I'll be careful, Steve, I promise," he finally said, rubbing his right shoulder, still sore from our earlier misadventure. "Besides everyone's seen me in the collar by now. No big deal. Nate wants to get one too, but his mom won't let him." Oh, god. The vision of blond Nathan with a collar around his slender neck nearly made me cum in my pants. "Alright, you can have them over. You're getting older now and it's time I learned to trust you." He hugged me fiercely. "Oh, Alex," I called as he ran to the phone to let his buddies know the sleepover was on. "I know what happens when thirteen-year-old boys get together. I used to be one myself you know. You have permission to jerk off, if you want to." "Nope," he said with complete seriousness. "I'll just do the sucking, if they'll let me." And less than three hours later they were here. Nathan arrived first on his bike. Ashton was dropped of by his highly domineering and overprotective mother. The boys made a strange but very appealing trio. They were all thirteen, within a few months of each other, but each one of them was so completely different. Nathan was the biggest, a full head taller than Alex, already closing in on his adult height, his voice a soft tenor with just the hint of manhood crackling through. To truly call him a young man would not be overstating things. He had some light blond hair on his lower legs now, and some cute barely visible fuzz on his upper lip. Ashton was a little runt. Small and lanky and still eagerly awaiting the arrival of puberty. He could have easily been mistaken for a ten-year-old. My Alex was the perfect middle between them. Seemed strange that these three should even be friends. Nathan was the athlete. Alex was the studious artist. Ashton was the trouble-making clown. But all three of them were thoughtful and sensitive and intelligent. I suspected then, and know now, that they also were all unquestionably gay. They threw their sleeping bags and backpacks on the floor in Alex' room. I'd moved the television from my study in there for him, just for tonight. They were already planning which movies they wanted to watch, who'd play who first on the Xbox, and which went best with pizza: beer or soda. "Soda," I said definitively as I stuck my head into the room. Remember we'd taken Alex' door off more than a month ago, and I always wondered what those two young rascals thought about that. They never asked. "Aw, man," Nate moaned. He had clearly voted for beer. "Is your brother gonna be ragging us all night?" Alex smiled at me and politely told me to get lost. It was wonderful, seeing him just being a kid and acting like one. I told them to come down when they were ready to order the pizza. The sounds of Alex' CD player spinning the latest Dream Theater album soon filled the second floor. Have you ever actually watched a thirteen-year-old eat? Let alone three of them? They were like a pack of hungry carnivores. `The pizza' was actually three pizzas since they couldn't agree on what toppings they liked. They had pooled their money to help pay for the extravaganza. Poor Ashton fished a crinkled lonely dollar out of his pocket, all he had. I quietly returned it to him when Alex and Nate weren't looking. I think I managed to get about half a slice out of the whole deal. It really was a nice evening, a strange taste of domestic tranquility, in spite of the rambunctious young males roaming through the house. The boys did their own thing and we stayed out of each other's way for the most part. I did finally join them in Alex' room for "The Lord of the Rings." They'd already changed for bed, so I had three nice- looking boys in boxers and nothing else to occupy my thoughts as Alex put the disc in. Nate proudly boasted to me that he'd read all three of the books, and it was clear he was quite intent on the film, his fifth time watching it he said. Ashton hadn't been allowed to see it, and wasn't quite ready for such an intense emotional experience. He started crying about halfway through. My heart melted when tough strong Nate put his arm around him and held him close. Alex sunk into me a little more deeply and all four of us were soon weeping like children. When it was over I got them all up and we put some cheese-sticks in the oven. We all needed something warm and substantial. We sat and munched and they were soon were talking about school and cars and other boy things. I looked at Alex, and saw a joy in his hazel eyes that was absolutely vibrant. And I remembered the very different boy he had been nearly five years ago, a battered and haunted eight-year-old who wouldn't even look at me for the first six months. How much he had changed since then. I saw Alex breaking free that night, just a little, right before my eyes. It was only a first step, but the first is always the most important, isn't it? Chapter 20: Tender Parts. "Nate fucked me Friday night. Twice." I dropped my spoon into my cereal. My first reaction was `That little shit, I'll kill him.' My second less visceral response was to laugh. Thirteen-year-old boys are horny little rabbits after all, and a submissive like Alex would give his ass to just about anyone he was fond of. "Was he as good as your master?" I asked. He gave me an evil grin. "Did he make you cum?" "You're the only one who's ever done that to me. Felt real good though. Nate's got a totally huge dick." That figured. "And what was Ashton doing while you two were mating?" "Oh, I was sucking him. He came big time. Just like I did when I was a little kid . . . he can't shoot yet. I think he came like three times. Am I good, or what?" "The best," I replied with a laugh. "So the only one who didn't cum was you." "Yep. Nate thought that was way cool . . . that he came twice and I didn't even do it once. He said I'd be his bitch from now on." "He called you that?" I was ready to kill young Nathan once again. Alex' eyes lit up. "He was laughing, Steve, geez, take a pill or something. Nate's not like that. He talks all tough, but he's, well he's just nice, you know. Kind of like you." "Sounds like Nate and I have a few things in common." Alex smiled. A moment later he was between my legs sucking and slurping on my cock as I leisurely ate my breakfast. I suppose he felt he had a reputation to live up to. It felt so natural having him there at my feet. Where else did a slave belong? Occasionally, when he was going too fast or too slow for my liking, I'd grab a handful of what little hair I allowed him and give him a sharp tug. Alex moaned each time and corrected his technique to suit my whim. I was not rough with him often, but sometimes I just sensed that he needed it that way. A certain look of total surrender would come into his hazel eyes, a certain subtle relaxing of his muscles that told me it was alright to use and humiliate him in whatever way I pleased, the harder and crueler the better. Alex was a boy of extraordinary and endless humility, but he could not endure endless humiliation. And so these moments never lasted long, and they always ended predictably. Either I would grow uneasy in the dark act and pull back, or he would use his safeword. Then we would sit and discuss how that particular scene had made us both feel inside. Why I had stopped, or why he had said his word. We would use what we learned from each other later on, the next time were in the dungeon together. Actually we talked a lot about these things, and even argued about them from time to time. Sometimes we both agreed, angry as we were with each other, that the dungeon was the last place either of us belonged, and so we'd just leave it, or not even go down. I was becoming a better master, learning to be hard and cruel while still loving him every single minute. Alex was becoming a better slave, learning to submit with his mind, his body, and his soul, but no longer losing himself in the process. Our relationship was changing, growing just as he was. It was still that of a master and a slave, but, increasingly, it was also that of a man and a young man, no longer a man and a young boy. That particular morning, after a few minutes of using him roughly, we both agreed without words to just let it go. Alex continued his ministrations to my cock, and I simply sat back and enjoyed the sight of my beautiful boy giving me pleasure. When I came, it was incredibly strong. Then we hugged. Alex was in his belt, and I ran my hands tenderly over the metal pod that encased his young cock. I tugged playfully at the straps of his leather jock. The locks jiggled. He stood closer and spread his legs a bit more, allowing my hand to reach beneath him and finger his hole. His head was thrown back in ecstasy. Just this simple touch in his chastity was now an extremely erotic moment for him. For us both. "Let's go downstairs," I said softly, kissing him on the cheek. "There's something new I'd like us to try today." Alex nodded slowly. I took his hand and together we descended into the dungeon. Once I had the boy in his harness, I put him on the X- cross facing me, and locked his wrists and ankles in position. He looked at me with love and trust in his eyes. I drew my keys and removed his belt. The pod remained, for now. "I think a whipping to start," I whispered in his ear. He nodded. "Kiss me first, please." I did. Long and slow. And then I whipped him, kissing his stomach, his chest, and his legs with the stinging leather. We spent a sensual hour together this way. Every few minutes I would stop and spray him with cold water to keep him focused and make the bite of the whip a bit sharper for him. "May I have a little on my face, sir?" he asked between gaping breaths. I raised the spray bottle and gave him several squirts. Alex stuck out his tongue to catch the droplets. "Do you need a drink?" "No, sir. My mouth just gets dry sometimes." "Must be all that shouting." He smiled as the water dripped from his chin. I could tell he wanted more, and I gave it to him. His front was covered in angry welts by the time I'd finished. He was breathing hard and sweating. I stood back for a moment allowing the silence to return, then I unlocked the metal pod the encased his genitals and removed it. I left him there on the cross and soaped up a warm rag in the sink. Returning to him, I caressed my hands over his beaten body. He winced and sighed at my gentle but cruel touch. Tenderly and leisurely I used the rag to clean his cock and balls, wiping a few days of fluid from under his foreskin. Alex got hard, very slowly. I left him again for a few minutes and returned with the leather ball stretcher in one hand and a small collection of lead weights in the other. I put everything down on the nearby stool. "Doing okay?" I asked. The boy nodded between panting breaths. His penis was arching straight up toward his chest, eager for attention. "I'm going to start working on your balls today," I told him. Alex eyed me with fear and want. My junior masochist was always ready for a new experiment in pain. I cupped his young berries in my hands and felt their rubbery mass. I kneaded them, raised them up against his body and let them fall with their own weight. Then I took the left one and rolled it between my fingers, finally squeezing it with slow, relentless pressure. Alex gasped and stared at me with blank eyes. "They really are amazing, aren't they?" I asked him. "So soft and fragile. Tender little things. You really can crush them with your bare hands you know." The boy looked at me in giddy terror. "And yours have always hung so low," I continued, "even when you were a little boy. It's like you were just made for feeling pain." As always, before we started anything new, I had him tell me his safeword. It was our protection, but it had also become his way of giving himself to his master, letting me know he was ready, and that it was alright for me to begin. Everything started with that one word, and everything ended with it, if he needed to. He said it with conviction. I put the stretcher on him, wrapping it tightly around his scrotum, squeezing his balls downward. A smaller thin strap was used to separate them, and I pulled it tight and buckled it. I put the weights in my pocket for the moment and pulled the wooden stool into position. I sat down right in front of him. I gave the boy a few minutes to get used to having his young balls tied off. They already had a reddish tint to them. "I'm going to hit them now," I said. "Just once. I need you to ask me. I promise I will never, ever do this to you, unless you say okay." Alex bit his lip and stared at me. I could see the wheels turning behind his eyes. He wanted this so badly, the ultimate pain at the hands of his master. But it frightened him. In fact I'd don't think he'd ever been so scared. I didn't push him, but I didn't let him off the hook either. I expected him to tell me. "Please hit them, sir," he said in small voice, barely a whisper. I raised my hand and delivered a good smack to his balls, not too hard, but hard enough. Alex wailed and threw his head back. Every muscle in his lean young body was locked. "Another?" I asked him. "Please, sir." "'Please, sir', what?" "Do it again," the boy said through gritted teeth. This time I gave both of his sweet young jewels a separate but simultaneous flick with my index fingers. I was treated to a low, almost manly groan from my boy's throat. He bucked forward for a moment against his restraints, his natural instincts to protect himself impossible for any male of any age to contain. "Another?" "Yes, sir," he hissed. His eyes were already tightly closed in anticipation of my next blow, and tears were already streaming down his cheeks. Another slap, this one considerably harder than the first. His entire body gave a spasmodic jerk. The pain must have been blinding. This time all he could manage was a high- pitched squeal. "Another?" Young eyes filled with anguish, he shook his head. "No more, sir, please," he begged. He meant it. I left him to consider his new pain while I pulled the first of the weights from my pocket. The stretcher itself had drawn his balls down another half-inch. The leather strap that separated his balls had a pair of small d-rings on it, front and back side. I hooked the weights to them. A half a pound of lead was now pulling on young Alex' testicles, eliciting a new round of moans and groans from my pubescent boy. I set the weights and his balls swinging, and sat down on the stool again. After watching him endure the weights for a few minutes, I added two more. He had a full pound between his legs now. He was still rock hard. I stroked his cock leisurely. He winced and wiggled, as each stroke set the weights in motion and sent a new jet of pain through his groin. "Feels different when you're balls hurt, doesn't it, sweetie?" I asked as I continued masturbating him. Helpless and seemingly unable to find his voice, he nodded. His cock was leaking in a steady stream now. "Should I stop?" "No," the thirteen-year-old whispered. I brought him to the edge a few times over the next hour, but I did not add any more weights. We had time, years in fact, and so there was no need to rush. Alex was getting into it now, rolling his head around and licking his lips and begging me to make him cum. Beyond the virtually dry ejaculations he'd been experiencing after his weekly milking, Alex hadn't had a normal orgasm since we'd begun. This one would hardly be ordinary either, with those weights yanking on his balls, but it was time to exercise his young cock. And so I granted his wish, stroking him to a powerful ejaculation. His sperm shot out in violent bursts, landing several feet in front of him. I can't begin to describe the wild noises the boy was making. He was crying and groaning and grunting. In that moment everything about him was sex: his eyes, his voice, the strong sweaty odor of his hairless young body. "Kiss me! Kiss me right now!" he screamed. I did, even as his cock softened in my hands. Then, I picked up the whip again. Alex didn't have much left by the time we'd finished in the dungeon that day. His voice was spent from his screams, and his welts were turning to light purple bruises that would quickly fade away. His body ached from head to toe, not to mention his thoroughly punished balls. I released him from his bondage and helped him navigate the stairs. The poor kid was wobbly on his feet, and he leaned against me for support. I made him carry his chastity belt with him, but it would have been simply vicious to strap him into it with his tender young balls still hurting. I put him on the couch and let him sleep until dinner. One thing we both quickly discovered is that time spent in the dungeon leads to big appetites for master and slave. It always remained a bit cool down there, even in the heat of summer, but the exertions did take their toll. I've known Alex to sweat off three or four pounds in a day when we're really going at it hard, and it has proven to be good exercise for me too. I decided I wanted to do something special. Alex had just been through a very intense time, and he deserved a big, comforting meal. I got some steaks out of the freezer and fired up the grill. Corn-on-the-cob, a mandatory summer staple in our part of the country, went into the pot, and two potatoes were baking slowly in the oven. Alex appeared on the back porch just as I was turning the steaks. "Mmm. Smells good," he said, stifling a yawn. I drew him close and let him take over, flipping the t-bones like a professional. "How are you feeling, kiddo?" "Good, actually," the boy replied, moving all of his joints in a cute little procession. "I'm sore, but it feels nice, like I'm all stretched out or something. The marks are almost gone, see?" I examined his chest and stomach. He would be a bit bruised for the next few days, but he was right. The angry welts had all but faded. "Guess I'll just have to whip you harder next time." "Fine by me. Want me to get us some drinks?" "Sure thing." He was back with iced-tea for both of us a few minutes later. I'd known him to live off soda, but he said he wanted something a little more adult tonight. Actually my Alex was suddenly seeming very grown up, although he was still barely five feet tall. We clinked our glasses together in a little toast, and I put my arm around his waist as the steaks sizzled. He pressed his naked body close to me and we just stood there snuggling. "That was so wild today," he said. "God, you were hurting me so bad, but I just kept asking for it, didn't I?" I nodded. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure. You're my master, right." I kissed him atop his head. "Tell me about pain, Alex. Tell me what it does to you. I really don't understand. I feel like I'm missing out on something very special to you, something we can't share." His young face grew thoughtful and serious. "Is it too hard?" I asked. "If you can't talk about it, that's okay." "No. It's not that. It's just really hard to explain." He looked up at me as he gave the steaks one final turn. "I don't know why it makes me so horny, it's just so strong, my whole body can feel it, just like today. I'll bet you think I like the way it feels, that it feels good to me or something, right?" He didn't give me a chance to answer. "Well, I'll tell you secret. Pain hurts. That's all it does . . . that's why I need it so bad. It's like . . . it's like electricity. Every time you smacked my balls today it was like a little more. Zap. See how much I can take. Zap. See how much before I have to scream. Zap. See how long before I get hard and cum all over the place!" "But when you were little, when you were abused . . . I just can't see the difference." "My dick didn't either," he said with a shy laugh. "Whenever he beat the shit out of me, which was almost like every day, it made me totally hard. But it just hurt inside, in here, all the time," he put his hand over his heart. "When we do things together it's so different. It still hurts. Actually, you hurt me more than he ever did." "Alex . . . " "No. Don't be sorry. It's good. It's real good. That's what I'm trying to say. The more you hurt me on the outside, the less it hurts on the inside, in here." Again his hand went over his precious heart. "I almost can't remember what it was like now, when he hit me with his belt all those times, or the electric cord, or when he tied that string around my dick and yanked me around the living room in front of everybody . . . " I couldn't believe the horror Alex was so casually describing. The horror he'd lived every day for three years while his older brother was off getting stoned out of his mind. "You never told me about that," I said, wiping the tears that were filling my eyes. "I never told you anything," he said matter-of-factly. "But all that's gone now. I know you love me, and that's what makes everything good. I'm your slave." The near burning of the steaks kept me from hugging him. We took them in and got everything ready. We ate in the dinning room, which we rarely ever do. It was so strange to see him sitting there naked amongst the tablecloth, the silver, the good plates, and the fancy napkins. Strange, but sexy. "Now let me ask you a question," Alex said. I raised my eyebrow at him. "Please, sir," he corrected himself. "Fire away." "You really do like hurting me, don't you?" There was no point in denying something so obvious. "Yes, Alex, I do." "Why?" "Mostly because I know it turns you on, and that's the honest truth." It was. "But I don't do it just for you. I do it for me too. I like hearing you scream and beg, and I like knowing I'm the reason why. I like fucking you rough and hard until you can't even walk straight. I like playing with that clever little mind of yours and twisting you all around. It's about power, Alex. Power and control. I take. You give. Simple." Anything but, however it seemed to satisfy him. "I'm hard again," he said. We finished our meal in silence, then made love long into the night.

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Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2001 11:39:08 From: john hobbs Subject: CockSlave CockSlave By John Hobbs As I stood there at the door awaiting the arrival of Master's guests I wondered what fate awaited me. I knew I was to be their 'pleasure thing' for the evening. I was stark naked except for a slave collar around my throat. I was completely void of hair except for my close-cropped head. I had a cock ring on and a butt plug in my ass. I knew what Master had done to me would be nothing compared what was about to happen tonight. I wondered if I was still straight 8 or what. It all had happened so fast, five days to be exact. It had begun at a Monday night high stakes card game. I had lost steadily all night but at the end I was holding 4 kings. The others had all dropped out except Ron. Sure that this last hand would recover my losses I bet it all. But Ron raised me one last time. We were playing table stakes, which meant you could only use or bet what you had at the table. Ron knew this and as a result raised me a $1000.00 all he had on the table. I was $500.00 short. It was then Ron leaned over and offered a way to cover the $500.00. "You can bet your self," he advised. "My self?" I asked puzzled. "That's right," he answered. "If you lose you will be my slave for one week. That means what ever I tell you, you will have to do. That is anything except break the law." "Hmm," I mused, trying to think of what kind of things he would have me do. I knew he had an honest reputation, so illegal things would probably be out. "Probably make me go around in slave garb," I thought to myself. "Ok" I agreed signing the piece of paper he had placed before me. The paper said I agreed to be 'cained' if I disobeyed him while I was his slave. The paper also had a clause that if I refused or backed out on being his slave I would owe him $100,000.00 to be paid immediately. I knew there was no way I could pay him $100,000.00 so I knew I would have to honor being his slave if I lost. I LOST!! "You start Wednesday," Ron advised me. "Be at my house at 8 am. You will not need to bring anything, I will supply everything you will need for a week." I arrived promptly at 8 AM at his house. Ron greeted me wearing a robe and holding a cain switch in his hand. He admitted me and gave me the first few shocking ground rules. "You are to call me Master and you are only to speak to me when you are spoken to." Then came the first bombshell. "Starting now, you are to strip and remain naked the whole time you are here. NOW STRIP!" he commanded in an authoritive voice I had never heard before. "Wh...what..." I stammered, wondering what I had got my self into. Justice was swift; 'Swish' went the cain switch as it landed across my ass. Even though I had pants on it still hurt like hell. "Ouch!" I screamed, jumping back. "What the hell are you doing?" "As the paper says, 'Trying to get my slave to obey.' NOW STRIP! Or I'll have you stripped," he ordered. I realized then we were not alone. There were two large men standing behind him. Both were stripped to the waste and had on some sort of Arabian Nights type of pants. Realizing the hopelessness of my position I quickly stripped and stood naked before them. "On your knees slave," ordered my new Master. After I was on my knees Ron walked up till he was about 8 inches away from me. He then loosened his robe and let it fall to the floor. To my surprise he was completely naked beneath the robe. Ron also had what appeared to be about a seven-inch cock hanging between his legs, and I mean seven inches soft. "Get me hard Slave," he ordered. "Surly he is not serious," I thought. But seeing him raise the cain I knew he was. Now let me clearly state I had never touched another man's cock or had any desire to touch a man's cock. However because of my losing the bet and the cain in Ron's hand I knew I did not have much choice. Besides - who would know? I hesitantly reached out and took the first cock I had ever held besides mine into my hand. I was surprised by what it felt like. It was hot to my touch, hard, and soft all at the same time. Just the touch of my hand caused his cock to stir. I just knelt there with his cock in my hand wondering what to do. Ron quickly solved the problem for me. "Kiss it!" he hissed. "No way!" I thought. "No way am I going to kiss his cock...or any cock...not for a million dollars..." Ron seem to read my mind because he asked, "Do you have a $100,000.00? If not you had better get to kissing." Realizing he was right and that I didn't have $10,000.00, much less $100,000.00, I leaned forward and kissed a man's cock for the very first time. As soon as my lips touched his cock it jumped in my hand and grew bigger. But what was so strange was that when my lips touched a cock for the first time I experienced a sexual erotica before unknown to me. I actually felt stirrings in my own cock and even more confusing to me, I liked the feel of my lips on his cock. This strange and unfamiliar sexual utopia was very unsettling to my straight 8 makeup. I was at a loss to explain what was going on and why I was liking it. But if I was at a loss to explain my feelings now what was about to happen would be even harder to explain. I was about to suck my first cock. "Now lick it, Bitch," my master commanded. Again a $100,000.00 reminder and because I sort of liked the feel of my lips on his cock, I started licking and kissing his cock all over. I would first lick his cock up and down his shaft and then I would kiss my way up and down his cock. "Now take it in your mouth and suck it!' came the command that I knew all along would come. I opened my mouth to receive Master's cock. I cannot explain why, but the feeling of his cock head sliding into my virgin mouth sexually thrilled me. I actually liked the feel of his cock in my mouth. As my mouth closed around his cock I felt his cock start to grow filling my mouth even more. When his cock started to throb in my mouth, I got my first taste of pre-cum. It was sort of salty, not unpleasant but rather pleasant. This too confused me - I was not only liking the feel of his cock in my mouth, but the taste of it too. "Now suck!" he commanded. As I began to suck cock for the first time, I realized my own cock was getting hard. This did not go unnoticed by Master. "Look," he exclaimed, "he is getting off sucking my cock. We got us a closet fag here, but not for long. Soon this slut will be begging to suck cock. We are going to make a real cock-sucker out of him," bragged Ron. What was even more embarrassing than Master's taunts was that they seemed to be true, as I sucked Master's cock my own cock was standing straight out. Sexual hormones I never knew I had were coming alive. I NOW wanted to suck his cock. I was getting turned on sucking another man's cock. "Yes!!!" hissed Master, "Take it all...take it all you fucking cocksucker...ahhh...suck it you pussy slut." And suck it I did. Master was literally fucking my face now. Each time it would bump the back of my throat his cock would go a little father down my throat. Then in one fell swoop, Master shoved his cock all the way down my throat. "Take it all Bitch," he shouted as he impaled me on his hard cock. Man I could not believe it. Just a little over a hour ago I had never thought about sucking cock; but now here I was, naked in broad daylight, with a man's cock filling my mouth and throat as two other men watched. What's more, I was sexually excited and enjoying it. My own cock was rock hard and leaking cum onto my Master's floor. I knew too - at that moment - he was my Master because he had me doing something I afore though of as repulsive - sucking a man's cock. When I realized I liked it, I really got into it. I did all the things women had done to my cock. I would run my tongue around the head of his cock licking and kissing the underside of it. I licked and kissed my way up and down his cock. I tenderly held his large ball sac and licked and kissed it. All this I would alternate with deep-throating his cock. I loved the fell of his balls bouncing on my chin when I would take his whole cock into my throat. "Ohhh...fuckkk," moaned Master. "Suck that cock...yesss...lick it you fucking cocksucker...ahh...YESSS! Suck it! Man you are a natural born cocksucker...make me cum whore! " Master then put his hands on the side on my head and started face fucking me hard and fast. I could feel his cock starting to swell in my mouth. I knew Master was about to give me my first taste of man cum. When he started to cum it literally flooded my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could to keep from choking, but some still ran out of my mouth around his big cock and down my chin. Master's cum tasted sweet and salty. I was surprised when the thought raced through my mind, "I like it!" But even more surprising, when Master started cumming in my mouth, it so sexually excited me that my own cock shot off with no one touching it. It sprayed cum on Master's floor and on his feet. "Look!' exclaimed on of the large men standing beside Master, "You have face-fucked the cum right out of him...MAN!! What a fucking slut cocksucker!" Master pulled his cock out f my mouth and ordered me to clean it up. I licked it clean and then gave it a loving kiss right on its cum yielding slit. I thought Master would be pleased, but instead he hit me once across my back with the cain switch causing me to scream. "I never told you to cum you worthless cum bag," he shouted at me. "Lick my feet clean!" I started licking my own cum off Masters feet. Next he had me lick my cum off the floor. When I had finished he had the two big men lift me up and bend me over a waist-high bench. There I received 3 cain licks across my ass. "Never cum or do anything unless I tell you," warned my Master. "Ye..yess...Master," I sobbed. "Ok," said my Master to the two big men, "Take him away and get him ready for me to fuck. You can make him suck you but no fucking till I say so." "Right Boss!" agreed the two big men as they haft dragged, half carried me into another room. "All right pussy boy on the table, " said the two men as they laid me on my back on top of the table. I then realized the two men had dropped their pants. My eyes were drawn to their cocks. I could not help but stare in fascination. I had never seen such big cocks before. Their cocks were at least nine-inches and rock hard and leaking pre-cum. "Like them, huh pussy boy? Well you are going to get to know them better." Said one of the men as he moved to the head of the table and placed the head of his big cock on my lips and commanded, "Kiss it Bitch...suck it NOW!!" I then kissed my second cock and took it into my mouth. It completely filled my mouth. I began to do to his cock the things that had pleased my Master. I didn't want a bad report be sent to my Master and have to feel his 'cain' again. As I sucked my second cock, I got a surprise; the other man started sucking my cock. For the first time in my life I felt a man's mouth on my cock - and it felt better than anything I had ever felt. "Mumm," I moaned around the big cock in my mouth. "This cocksucker is a natural born whore," laughed the man fucking my face. The man sucking my cock pulled his mouth off my cock and readily agreed. "The Boss was right, this slut has been a 'closet fag' all along just waiting for a cock to suck!" "He won't be a closet fag when the Boss gets done with him," stated the man face-fucking me. "He'll be begging to suck cock any place any time! SUCK IT BITCH!! Ahhh yesss...that's it whore boy...suck it, eat that cock...ahhh...oh fuck what a mouth!" The second man had let off sucking my drooling cock and went over to a cupboard and got some sort of oil that he started rubbing all over my ass bud. Another first! For the first time, I felt a man's fingers playing with my puckered ass bud. "Won't be puckered after the Boss gets done with it," laughed the man as he took my ridged cock back into his hot and welcome mouth. Man I could not believe it; I was getting into having my cock sucked by a man as I myself sucked another man's cock. "What the fuck is happening to me?" I wondered. Then I felt another first - a man's finger being pushed into my ass. At first it startled me, but as I become accustomed to it, it started to feel good. The man sure knew how to finger-fuck an ass. He slowly moved his finger in and out of my ass. On the in stroke he would touch something in my ass that really turned me on and made my own cock jump with anticipation. (I found out later it was my prostate gland). As the man finger-fucked my ass I started to squirm and push my ass back on his finger. I loved the feel of his finger massaging my ass and I wanted more. "For sure a real whore," said the first man starting to fuck my face faster. I could not understand it, but I was sure in the hell enjoying it. A few hours ago I had never thought about man sex - now I couldn't get enough. Here I was being face-fucked by one man while another man sucked my cock and finger-fucked my ass causing me to moan and squirm like a slut whore. I might not understand it - but I sure wanted it! This caused me to really twist my ass as the man pushed another finger into it. My hot sucking and seeing me squirm and moan being sucked and finger-fucked caused the man fucking my face to cum. Man he cum like a horse - completely filling my mouth to over flowing. Because my head was tilted backwards off the table he was able was to push his big cock deep into my throat. The feel of his hot cum shooting into my mouth and throat caused me to unleash my own cum into the hot mouth of the man sucking my cock. The man sucking me quickly mover around and shoved his cock into my cum slicked mouth and throat. He was so fucking hot that it did not take him long to shoot into my mouth his hot load of cum. All the while the other man was finger-fucking me and playing with my still hard cock. After the second man had shot his cum into my mouth I reached back and took hold of his cock and started rubbing it all over my face. I kissed it and licked it till it was clean. I couldn't believe it was me doing this...was I really the slut fag they said I was? This question would be answered in the next few days. After they had both face-fucked me, they then shaved what little hair I had on my body off. They shaved under my arms and then all the hair off my balls and cock. I never had much hair on my chest or legs but what little I had they shaved off. They then took my to the big walk in shower and gave me my first enema cleaning my ass as clean inside as my body was outside. They then put lotion all over my body and lubed my finger stretched ass with some sort of oil. They then held me down and pushed a butt plug into my slippery ass. This caused me to cry out from the sudden pain, but the pain went away as they rubbed their cocks over my lips and played with my cock. I reached out and took hold of both their cocks and tried to suck on them again. Laughing at me they taunted me, "You'll get these cocks and more all too soon. Man what a whore. The Boss sure got a live one this time." "For sure!" My Master agreed. I had not realized it but he had watched the whole show. He had watched me be transformed into a cock slut. "Get him ready," Master then commanded. I was put into some sort of sling that left my legs pulled back almost besides my head. This left my shaved ass with the butt plug in it completely exposed. When my Master spoke I realized he was not alone but some other people had entered the room and were watching me become a willing sex slave. "I want you all to see my new slave get his first ass fucking. You have saw how he has been trained to suck cock, now watch him get fucked..." "Nooo" I begged. "Please not that...please nooo." "I should cain your ass good!" replied my Master, "But some of my guests love to hear my slaves beg not to be fucked. You my slut will soon be begging to be fucked," he laughed as he moved closer to my ass. I could see his hard cock sticking straight out as he rubbed some sort of oil on it. "Nooo...pleaseee...oh please don't..." My begging quickly turned to a scream as he pulled the butt plug from my ass and shoved the large head of his cock quickly into my ass. "Aiii...nooo...help...please your killing me." I screamed as my ass was invaded by its first cock. But Master knew how to make me relax my stretched ass. He held his cock head still as he reached out and started playing with my limp cock. The touch of his hot hand on my cock caused it to start to get hard. As he played with my cock he slowly eased more and more of his cock into my virgin ass. "ohh," I moaned as I felt his cock fill my ass and his balls rest against my ass cheeks. Again Master stayed still allowing my stretched ass to become accustom to the large cock filling it. "Ohh fuck..." I cried over and over, "You're killing me! Please take it out...oh please...please!" But soon my ass became use to his cock as he started to slowly fuck in and out. I could not believe it but my pain was turning to pleasure. "Nooo, don't...ohhh please stop...please...oh fuck what is happining to me...oh fuck I am so full...ohhh yesss," I cried as pleasure took over. "Oh yess fuck meee pleasseee...oh fill me me!" I sobbed as Master started fucking me harder and harder. I couldn't believe it. There with all those people watching Master had turned me into a pussy boy begging to be fucked! And fuck me he did. Every time his cock would hit my prostate my own cock would jump and leak cum. "Fuck him harder..." roared those watching my ass get pounded for the first time. "Fuck that slut...fuck him good...YEA!!!" Then for the first time I felt hot cum being shot deep into me. This coupled with the preasue on my prostate caused my cock for the second time that day to shoot off with out even being touched. "WOW!!" they all exclaimed. "Ron has fucked the cum out of this whore...what a pussy...can't wait to get my cock in that ass..." Master then pulled his cock out of my stretched ass as I begged him not to, "Oh please don't stop," I begged as cum run out of my freshly fucked ass and dropped onto the floor. Master then motioned to the other two men for them to fuck me. The next man, although his cock was a little bigger than Masters, slipped right into my cum lubed ass making me moan, "Ohhh...fuck! Oh please fuck me!! More, more!!" I begged over and over. Both of the men gave my ass a good fucking. When the last man pulled out of my stretched ass cum flowed freely from my gaped open ass. Standing aside my Master pointed to my gapping ass pussy and told the others, "You will have to wait for our party. By then we will have this slave ready. He'll be begging to take everyone on!" The next few days I was fucked in all kind of positions and ordered to suck cock at a moments notice. I was made to play with my own cock and beg to play with theirs. Then came the night of the party. Here I stood at the door awaiting the arrival of Master's guests. I wondered what fate awaited me. I knew I was to be their 'pleasure thing' for the evening. I wondered if I would enjoy it. My cock answered for me...it became instantly hard thinking about the cocks I would get to suck and the cocks I would have fucking my ass before the evening was over. My question was answered. The only thing straight about me was the hard straight cocks that I wanted in my mouth and ass. I was a cock slave! Next the party....

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Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2002 20:13:09 -0500 From: istari Subject: Mastering Alex 24 The following story describes the evolving relationship between and man and a thirteen-year-old boy. It is the story of a safe, loving, consensual, dominant/submissive relationship and does contain scenes of bondage, sado masochism, etc. If that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading. This story is utter fiction, the product perhaps of my own childhood fantasies, and nothing more. Well, here it is folks, the first part of Alex' adventure at the long-awaited party. Hope it meets everyone's expectations! Comments are welcome at istari_olias@hotmail.com Mastering Alex Chapter 24: The Life of the Party The psychology of a slave is an amazing and complicated thing. It was such a simple act, shaving off those few soft hairs above Alexander's penis, yet its impact was profound. The boy was subdued and serious for the rest of the night, doing whatever he was told with a quick nod of his head, and a focused yet faraway expression in his eyes. Alex was still not permitted to speak, and so he did everything soundlessly. Over the past few weeks I had become aware of a basic truth about my boy. The tougher I made things for him, the crueler and harder my treatment of him, the stronger he embraced it and the deeper was his submission. Things were escalating between us. We could both feel it. In bed that night, I allowed Alex ten minutes to talk about the day and how the things we'd done and said to him had made him feel. A full day of pent up emotions and frustrations and madness just spilled forth. "I messed up a lot today, didn't I?" he asked as he sat naked between my legs, my arms wrapped tenderly around his chest. "Yes, you did," I replied. "But you were punished for it each time. I will never hold things over you, Alex. You mess up, you get punished, we move on. Got it?" "Yes, sir." "Besides these were tough lessons today." "Sure were. You know, I can't stop thinking about tomorrow . . . that's going to be hard, isn't it?" "For you, yes. I plan on having a great time." He shivered and moved closer. I pushed him away gently and onto his back. Freed of his belt, his cock, once again hairless, was sticking straight up, but he would not be cumming tonight. "Spread your legs, Alex," I commanded. With a soft voice he responded. "Yes, master." "Roll over." He did with a quiet, "Yes, sir." "That's my boy." I gave him a gentle spanking, just to re-light the fire of the paddle and cane from earlier. Then I entered him roughly, leaving him moaning and gasping into his pillow. Michael woke us gently the next morning. He was already dressed in his travel outfit, jeans and a short-sleeved pullover, white runners on his feet. Collar and cuffs were in plain view, and beneath his clothes I knew he was bound and locked in chastity. He smiled at Alex and his bright blue eyes betrayed his excitement about the days ahead. Normally energetic in the mornings, Alex seemed sluggish and wary. We showered together. He met my eyes with a shy and gentle expression, then bowed his head again and pressed himself against me. I rubbed my hands over his trembling shoulders and down the center of his back. The boy's penis was hard and he was gasping softly. I knew he desperately wanted me touch him. I kissed him on the forehead and turned off the water. "Don't dry yourself. Stand there until your erection is gone, then come into the bedroom." I left Alex there in the tub, hard and horny and shivering. He appeared a few minutes later, his soft five inches swinging between his beautiful slender thighs as he walked toward me. After letting him drip dry for a few minutes, I stood the boy in front of me and put him in his gear. Michael had delivered a new butt-plug courtesy his master, a much larger and thicker one than I'd used on Alex before. It took some grunting and groaning to work it up inside him. There was no way it could ever come out on its own. His leather jock went on next and then, of course, the pod. Alex seemed to be miles away already. "Nervous?" I asked as I tightened his harness around his chest. "Yes, sir." "I am too. Hand me your cuffs." Alex placed the ankle cuffs in my hands and I slowly and lovingly buckled them in place, running my hands up and down the boy's firm hairless legs, feeling the well packed muscles in his calves. We hadn't used the padlocks in a while, but for today it seemed appropriate, and I clicked them in place. We both liked the idea that the cuffs could not come off. His wrists received the same treatment. The boy presented his collar to me next, then knelt to receive it around his neck. With one last click of a padlock it was done. "Shirt and shorts," I ordered. "Then get your shoes on. No socks." Alex dressed quickly, his hands shaking in nervous excitement. "Take your time, sweetie," I said gently. "They won't leave without us." My boy smiled and relaxed a little. When he was finished, he presented himself to me. I straightened his shirt and raised his shorts a little higher on his hips, revealing more of his sexy thirteen-year-old legs. His hair was just getting long enough to need brushing again, and so he did that with me looking on. I tossed him the gel and he quickly got it the way he liked. "Do I look alright?" he asked, examining himself in the full-length mirror. "Adorable. And very grown up." Alex beamed. What boy doesn't like to heart that particular compliment? "Really?" "Really." "Can I have a hug, before we go?" "You can always have a hug, Alex. Come here." I drew him into my arms and we embraced. In that moment it struck me just how small and slender and fragile he was. Yes, he was strong and athletic, but he was still a boy. It would be so easy to really and truly hurt him, and there would be nothing he could do about it. Alex didn't have the strength to resist. He must have sensed the dark cloud that suddenly came between us. He pulled back for a moment and stared at me. "What's wrong?" he asked in a whisper. "Nothing, Alex." I took his hands into my own. "Go get your gag, then we'll see about breakfast." Robert had a large feast prepared in the kitchen, but not for all of us. For himself and for me it was fruit and bread, juice and coffee. For Michael and Alex it was pancakes and eggs and bacon, milk and juice. "This will be the last real meal they eat for a while," our host explained as we allowed the boys to sit down with us at the table. "And as for you and I, we'll be quite stuffed before things wind down, so go light this morning." Anxious and nervous, Alex at first picked at his food, but Michael tapped him on the arm and gave him a warm smile. "Better eat all you can," he said in his soft but confident voice. "We'll need it." With the older boy's example and encouragement, Alex dug in with renewed enthusiasm, drowning his large stack of cakes with strawberry syrup and swallowing his juice in large gulps. He was the only one without a coffee cup. Robert took one from the counter and set it in front of him. "Want to drink like the grown-ups this morning, son?" he asked. Alex looked at me with a smile. He'd had a few sips of coffee before, and I often put a little in his milk for him, but this was the real thing, strong and black and filling the kitchen with its nutty aroma. With my tacit approval he flipped the cup upright and Robert filled it to the rim. We all laughed when he wrinkled his nose at the first taste and forced it down his throat. "When I think of all the other things he's had in his mouth lately . . ." My boy glared at me playfully and joined us in our laughter. It felt good. And he did finish the entire cup, respectfully declining seconds. Robert's garage was a source of wonder for Alex. Home to six of the shiniest most beautiful vehicles he'd ever laid his young eyes upon. There was a late model Jaguar, a vintage Mercedes, and several more modest but equally stylish cars all neatly parked in their bays. Our transport for this adventure however awaited us at the far end, an immaculately maintained black cargo van, likely a Dodge at some point, though it had been customized to such a degree that it had little in common with anything you'd find on the showroom floor. "Let's get the boy's inside," Robert said as he unlocked the back doors. Alex and I looked in together. Definitely not factory standard! Thick rubber matting covered the floor and walls, and there were rings and hooks and chains dangling everywhere. There was a small iron cage and a restraining chair similar to those that lived in Robert's dungeon. Both pieces were secured to the floor with heavy braces and bolts. Robert and I instantly came to an unspoken agreement, and he opened the cage door while I helped Alex climb up into the van. With my boy on his hands and knees, I worked his shorts off his slender frame, then his shirt. Only his shoes and leather remained. "Get in there, Alex," I said softly, after I'd buckled the ball-gag in place. Alex blinked once and crawled into the cage. He went in headfirst and quickly discovered there was no room inside for him to turn around, or sit or stretch. He would be on his hands and knees for the entire trip. I locked his wrist and ankle cuffs to the iron bars and Robert slowly closed the door. Alex actually jumped a little when he heard the heavy latch and the ratcheting click of the big lock. Next Michael was placed in the chair and strapped down from toe to forehead. His fingers were about the only thing he could move. He was not gagged, and Robert turned the chair so he was looking directly at my boy in the cage. "Keep an eye on Alex," Robert instructed him. "If it looks like he's in trouble, tell us right away. You may talk to him, but keep your voice down." "Yes, sir." Robert tightened the young man's straps a little more, causing Michael to moan softly under his breath. Together we then knelt down in front of Alex. The caged boy wiggled his shoulders a bit, then his hips, pressing them against the bars. I could tell by the look on his young face that Alex was zoning out again, as he often seemed to do. Robert snapped his fingers and clapped his hands. Alex focused his hazel eyes on us instantly. "You're going to have a rough ride, kid," Robert said without exaggeration. "I'll take it slow, but you're going to have a few bruises by the time we get there. Keep your arms locked or else you'll knock your head against the bars. Don't want you blacking out now, do we?" Alex shook his head and blinked his eyes twice. I worked my right hand between the bars and gently caressed his cheek. I gave him a little slap. "Mike will be watching you, don't worry. Just do what Robert says." The boy straightened his shoulders and locked his elbows, then put his head down. Robert and I stepped out and closed the rear doors. Moments later we were off. There was a dark curtain that separated the cabin from the cargo area. The silence from behind the curtain was strange. I knew my wonderful boy was back there, and I had to fight the urge to draw back the dark blue fabric and check on him. "Let him be for a while," Robert said as we left the driveway. "Mike will tell us if anything goes wrong." I turned back in my chair and watched the miles go by. For obvious reasons, Robert avoided the interstates and other heavily trafficked roads, instead winding us up and down and around the countryside lanes, always taking us generally north. Occasionally he would hit an unavoidable bump or pothole, which was immediately followed by a loud yelp or moan of protest from young Alex as he was smashed against the bars of the cage. "You're not hitting those on purpose, are you?" I asked wickedly. "Now why would I ever do a thing like that?" he replied with a knowing smirk upon his bearded lips. We'd been on the road for about ninety minutes, when Robert pulled off onto a wooded drive. I'd thought his own private estate was a realm of opulence, but the elaborate mansion that loomed before us was simply breathtaking. "I'm in the wrong business, Rob," I said with a laugh. "No need to feel that way, Steven. You and Alex are my guests, and you'll both fit in nicely, I'm sure. Remember, if you're comfortable, Alex will be comfortable." I took that to heart as I surveyed the large number of vehicles already parked along the edges of the circular driveway. There were custom models like Robert's, expensive luxury cars of all makes, sport vehicles, vans and pick-ups, some extraordinary, some deceptively plain. Clearly the party had already begun. "I'm never the first to arrive, nor the last to leave," Robert explained. "I confess I do have some standing among these people, and a timely entrance is important. Good turnout today." I could hear the soft distant sounds of a string quartet playing as we opened the rear doors of the van. Alex was leaning to one side of the cage and breathing heavily. The last hundred yards down the driveway had been particularly rough on him. Robert handed me the key and I worked the heavy lock open. The door swung on its hinges with a soft well-oiled creak. "Don't move, boy," I said. I released his ankle and wrist cuffs, then reached into the cage and put my hands firmly around his hips. Slowly I backed Alex out of the cage. He did have the beginnings of a few bruises on his shoulders, but nothing serious. They'd just give him a little extra character. Having worn the ball-gag for so long, a trail of drool and spittle ran from his mouth and down onto the floor of the van. Alex looked at me with embarrassed eyes, but I knew he couldn't help it. I patted him on the head and Robert handed me a cloth before proceeding to release Michael. I wiped my boy down gently, and dried the outside of the gag. "Stretch," I ordered as the boy stood on two feet for the first time in nearly two hours. Alex dutifully twisted and turned his narrow hips, and raised his arms above his head. He did a few toe touches, which made him look quite adorable with his cute little ass in the air. I gave that perfect target a few playful smacks. "Save a bit for later, Steven," Robert laughed as he helped Michael out of the van. The older slave went through a similar but far more efficient and practiced round of stretches, his lean eighteen-year-old body already glistening with sweat. When the young man had finished, he bent over to remove his shoes. I gave Alex a firm tug on his harness. "Help Michael get those off." Robert nodded his approval, and young Alex quickly kneeled before his senior slave and untied the well-worn tennis shoes, removing them with great care, taking a moment to caress Michael's bare feet. The boy was reluctant to finish his task, but he did, then got up and placed the shoes neatly in the van. With a silent command from his master, Michael reciprocated. He was exceedingly gentle, and looked up at Alex with a warm smile the entire time as he removed the boy's runners. Alex soon had that faraway look in his eyes again and a soft sigh escaped his throat. I curled a finger around the nearest ring in his collar and pulled him sharply back to reality. The boy blushed and gave me a contrite and embarrassed look. "Stay focused, Alex," I warned him. "And stay close." He nodded his head. I kissed him on the cheek and we were ready. No lead for his collar. We'd discussed that before falling asleep in each other's arms the previous night. It was important to him that he prove he didn't need one. It was also a bit of a risk, but Alex is no fool, and he knows how to keep his eyes and ears open. We followed Robert and Michael to the front door. Alex was at my right side, a half-step behind. I could feel his hand brushing against mine, and I could hear his anxious breathing. Robert rang the bell, and the large door was quickly opened by a handsome teenaged boy with dark hair and deep brown eyes. The lad appeared to be a few years younger than Michael was, perhaps sixteen. Tall and slender, he wore a formal bow tie around his neck and a black coat with tails. And nothing else. His soft cock, thick and impressive, dangled between firm sinewy adolescent legs. His bare feet were large and gave him an adorably awkward look. The youth was well tanned, and he had a single golden ring in each ear. It was obvious from his expression that he recognized Robert immediately. "Good afternoon, Thomas. You're looking well. A few inches taller, and longer I see." The attractive teenager blushed. "Thank you, sir." "Where is your master?" Robert asked, looking the boy up and down with his piercing gray eyes. "In the garden, sir. He has been expecting you." Thomas stepped to one side and gestured us into the house. His brown eyes were locked on Alex as the thirteen- year-old followed close behind me. It was the first of many stares young Alex would be receiving as the afternoon wore on. The garden was reached through a door at the opposite end of the large well-appointed Georgian hall. We stepped out into a world of manicured terraces, fine sculpture, flowing fountains and soft music. Alex squeezed my hand gently, and together we shook our heads in amazement. One might have thought we'd stepped back into a more genteel past, but the presence of scores of young men and boys in leather, chains, or nothing at all quickly brought us back to our curious new reality. Robert had told me weeks earlier that Alex, while the newest, would not be the youngest boy here, and he was correct. While youngsters were and are certainly rare in our little circle, a leisurely glance revealed numerous boys smaller and younger than my Alex, and at least one who appeared to be no more than eight or nine years old. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a quick flash of dark red, and there of course was Sebastian, standing at firm attention beside his master. Samuel Collins was engaged in some polite debate with another gentleman in a rather expensive suit. The doctor himself was dressed casually, preferring to allow his young nephew the honor of attracting all the attention. And that he did, remarkably well. Sebastian was covered in a tight reddish-hued leather bodysuit that nearly matched the color of his hair. His hands were encased in leather mittens and his slender arms bound tightly to his sides by straps built into the suit. The boy's feet were bare, as they always seemed to be. He was not gagged, but it was clear from his rigid posture that he was under strict orders not to speak or respond in any way to anything said or done to him. That was of course until he saw Alex. Then his intelligent young eyes lit up and he risked a little smile in our direction. Samuel caught him instantly, and after offering us a friendly gesture, he promptly gave the boy a hard smack on his little round rump to help him regain his focus. "Come on, Alex," I said as I gave my boy a little swat of his own. We hurried along to catch up to Robert, and soon found ourselves under a large pavilion where masters and slaves were mingling informally, and where food, and drink and music were found in abundance. Alex continued to be the object of long stares as we followed Robert through the lively crowd. Some stares were wicked and lustful, some hopelessly smitten by the thirteen-year-old's youthful yet masculine beauty, and most were simply appreciative of a young boy bravely entering a grown-up world for the first time and doing his very best to prove he belonged. I knew Alex could feel their admiration, and I could sense him standing a little taller as he walked close behind me. A well-dressed middle-aged gentleman rose from a comfortable couch to greet us and took Robert's hand first. It was immediately clear that their association had been a long and fruitful one. "So good to see you, Robert," he said in a thick but cultured voice. "Sorry you had to miss my last little soiree. It just wasn't the same without you, or Michael." The young slave gave one of his trademark bows. Robert then introduced me to our host, using only his first name, as was the custom. Wim. Unusual and distinctive, and fitting for one who lived in such conspicuous luxury. "No introduction necessary," he said and presented his hand to me. "Thomas and I are both fans of your writing." I nodded in sincere gratitude, unaware I was known in such wealthy and influential circles. "Robert tells me we should be expecting a novel from you shortly." "If I can ever manage to finish it," I said, glancing at my little brother. "I've been rather distracted lately." Wim's eyes fell on Alexander, and a warm smile crossed his face. He looked the bound, gagged, and belted boy up and down. Alex blushed, but stood straight and motionless by my side. "No wonder you can't concentrate. This must be Alex." "He keeps my life interesting, that's certain," I replied, caressing the boy gently between his shoulders, and pushing him forward slightly so Wim could get a better look. "Stand," I said firmly. Young Alex was in position instantly, his slim muscular legs spread wide, his hands clasped behind his head, his hazel eyes forward meeting those of our host. "Very nice," Wim said after a soft whistle of admiration. He extended his hands, the tips of his fingers hovering just inches from the boy's smooth flesh. "May I?" I could hear Alex take a sharp breath. "By all means," I replied. Alex shuddered as the stranger's hands lightly and gently worked over his slender frame, dancing playfully over his bare skin. Wim pulled Alex yet closer and ran his fingers up and down the thirteen-year-old's back, pausing often to squeeze the boy's firm behind. Alex still had his hands behind his head. Wim found the end of the boy's butt- plug, held tightly in place by the thin leather strap. He gave it a quick tug. "Got a nice little ass on you, boy," I heard him say. "I'll bet you just love getting it fucked." Alex whimpered into his gag and his body stiffened as Wim moved his exploring hands over the boy's thighs and up between his legs, jiggling the metal pod that encased his genitals. "Does he wear this often?" our wealthy host asked. "Most of the time," I replied. Alex nodded his head and sighed quietly. "And how old is he?" "He turned thirteen less than a month ago." Wim continued his examination. "Spread your legs a little farther, boy," he said. Remembering the rules, Alex craned his head back and looked at me. His eyes were soft and pleading. In answer I reached out and smacked him twice on the ass. "Do as you are told, Lexi." The boy spread his feet as far as he could without losing his balance. Wim again ran his hands over the kid's thighs, now taut and straining, before returning his attentions to the chastity belt and the seed pod. He let it rest in his palm. "Hmm. There's already some weight inside," he said appreciatively, then looked over Alex' shoulder at me. "He must be hung like a horse." "Well, at least a pony," I replied with a smile. Alex let out a soft giggle. I figured he needed something to lighten the mood, even if just for a moment. Wim patted him on the thigh and sent him back to me. Alex immediately resumed his place at my side, and I felt the back of his hand softly touching mine. Once. Twice. Three times. Quietly I took it and he squeezed tightly. Alex let out a long-held breath. I turned to look at him and saw my boy's eyes were fixed on the ground, his chin nearly down upon his chest. My Alex was scared. I reached over and gently lifted his chin. "Keep your head up," I said softly, but sternly. Then I took his hand again. "You have a fine boy, Steven," our host continued. "I do hope we'll be seeing more of him later today. Make yourself at home. We have organized a little game of soccer for the youngsters. We'll be starting this afternoon on the south lawn. Alex is welcome to play. With legs like those . . . " Wim trailed off into a tender smile. "And of course we often choose a little one for our evening hunt. Perhaps Alex would like to be the quarry today." Beside me, Alex jumped and shivered. "Ah, he's already trembling," Wim observed good- naturedly. "He'll make fine prey." The idea of a naked Alex being chased through the woods was rather appealing, and I promised Wim I'd consider it. We paid our respects then followed Robert and Michael a little further along through the terraced gardens, gaining introductions to many of his most valued associates, clients, and friends. There were, to my amazement, a few familiar faces among those gathered, people I'd seen on the news, people in power. At first, I confess, Alex and I felt like poor cousins. And yet, everyone seemed to go out of their way to mingle in our direction and make us feel welcome. Some masters offered their hand to Alex, while others patted him warmly on the behind. I'd removed his gag, but he was still not permitted to speak. Several people tried their best to catch him off guard, but not once did my clever boy ever open his mouth. I was so proud of him. I actually hugged him, right there in front of everyone. My eyes caught a few more boys I hadn't noticed before. None were so elaborately clad as Sebastian was in his neck- to-ankle leather bodysuit, and one teenaged lad was crawling naked on his hands and knees behind his master, leashed to the man's wrist. Finally I turned to Robert with the obvious question. "How many boys are there? Real ones, I mean." Robert's eyes danced and he flashed a wicked grin. "Enjoying the sights, are you? Well, I will tell you. At the moment there are eight we know of, including young Alex, that the law would consider minors, but several of them are among the most experienced slaves here. And many of the young men you see first came to gatherings like this as children. You are not the only one here with an attraction to boys, but you will learn that our chosen lifestyle often transcends age." I nodded that I understood, and squeezed Alexander's hand a little more tightly as we walked. "We do take great care with the young ones," Robert continued. His expression quickly darkened, and spoke to me softly so Alex wouldn't hear his equally dark words. "The ones we know about at least. People always assume when a boy disappears and never returns that he's been murdered. I suspect, and have seen some evidence that suggests otherwise. I have my theories, but proving them would endanger far too many lives." I shivered at the mere thought of what Robert was implying. He quickly changed the subject. "Enough of this. There is much for you to see, and much for Alex to learn. Michael and I have our own engagements to attend to. I trust, young man," he said, addressing Alex directly, "that you will keep yourself and your master out of trouble?" Alex smiled and nodded his head, and with that Rob and Mike walked off leaving us alone in a crowd of strangers. His last words to me were delivered with a wink and a wicked smile. "You'll find some activities in the carriage house to keep the boy occupied." And indeed we did, once we were pointed in the right direction. The carriage house, an old brick structure that I'm sure normally housed our host's exceptional collection of vehicles, had a different kind of machinery in it today. Crosses and frames and stocks and even a frightful medieval rack filled the many bays. Ten slaves were strapped and bound to them in every imaginable position, with their masters all looking on as they were methodically tortured by yet others. Whimpers and cries filled the air. It was a strangely musical and arousing sound. Another handful of slaves lined the back wall, chained to one another and to large rings in the floor. Unoccupied masters mingled and talked freely, awaiting the next round of activities. Alex and I hovered near the door, captivated by what we were witnessing, and apparently unnoticed, for the moment. A thirteen-year-old slave does draw attention to himself though, without even trying. Before long a kind-faced and elderly master approached us and held out his hand to me. The grip was surprisingly firm and virile. "Master Steven . . . and Alex, correct?" he asked softly. His voice betrayed years and years of smoking. I nodded with rather dubious eyes. "No need for suspicion. It is to our advantage to stay informed of new members, and particularly when a boy joins our little family. How are you today, Alex?" I hadn't even learned this man's name yet, but somehow I trusted him, and, given his age, it also seemed only appropriate that Alex answer him directly, and politely. I gave my boy a gentle nudge and he promptly offered one of his flourishing bows. It had the same effect it always did on Robert, mainly a delighted smile and a soft chuckle from its recipient. "I'm fine, sir," Alex then said, standing up again. "Thank you for asking." "You are surprised that I would? A slave's feelings are important too, aren't they?" "I guess so," my sweet boy replied quietly. "You guess? A slave must not guess, boy." "I mean, yes, sir," Alex stammered, quickly and deftly correcting himself. "They are important." "I'm pleased you think so." The old gentleman, for that's what he was, smiled warmly at us. "I am Bartholomew . . . but you, young man," he pointed a playful finger at Alex, "will only ever call me sir. Clear?" Alex stood up straight as an arrow. "Yes, sir!" he said strongly, then returned his elder's smile. "He's adorable," Bartholomew said, patting the five- foot-tall boy on the top of his head. He turned his soft experienced eyes to me. "I've been training slaves since before either of you were born, Steven, but this boy is special. I know them when I see them." I couldn't find any argument with that. "Care to put the little colt through his paces?" he asked. Alex instinctively moved closer to me. Gazing down at him, there was that look of fear and desire in his eyes. I did not hesitate. "Absolutely." "Do you have a preference?" Bartholomew asked as we scanned the room together, observing older and more experienced slaves enduring unbelievable tortures. Finally I left it up to Alex to make the decision. Together we walked up and down the line of increasingly harsh devices. The rack in particular held the boy's fascination. A fit and muscular young man in his early twenties was it's current occupant. He was moaning softly into a heavy leather gag, and rolling his head from side to side. His back was arched, his lean hairless torso heaving with gaping breaths. The anguished look in his eyes forced Alex closer to me. The stretch in the young man's joints was a sight to behold. One more turn I'm sure and tendons would begin to snap. Alex gave me that `no way' look all thirteen-year-old's have mastered. Something in his expression told me that one day soon he'd do it, even ask for it, but not today. We moved on, my hands now gently resting on his shoulders. At our next stop, an older teen, perhaps Michael's age, was hanging with from his wrists and ankles. They were bound together behind him. Enormous leaden weights hung from his balls, and yet more from his nipples, pulling his most sensitive parts downward with ruthless and relentless force. The youth's head hung down in exhaustion so we could not see his face, but we could both hear his quiet sobs. Up and down this row of suffering and torment, things seemed to have come to a stop for a moment, but everything was set up so that the slaves remained on display the entire time. "Guess everyone's gonna be watching me, huh?" Alex asked softly as we stood before a wooden bondage frame, it's current occupant suspended by his ankles. It was clear from his quiet moans and ample tears that the young man was being allowed to rest before he was taken down and replaced by another. "That's the idea, Lexi." The boy fidgeted nervously, but his eyes were carefully digesting everything around him. I knew this was a difficult moment for him. Up until now, everything we'd done had been in the familiar confines of home, or in the safe environment provided by Robert's dungeon. Alex had always been among those who loved him. Warmth and compassion surrounded him, even as he suffered. This was very different. Cold and detached, the calculated infliction of pain for pain's sake, as total strangers looked on. I did not push him, but I did not let him quit and walk away. If this was the life he wanted, he would need to learn the darker truths about it. Finally he stood up as tall as he could and stepped a bit closer the frame nearest to us, the one with the young man still hanging by his ankles. "This one," Alex said with boyish conviction. "Just like this. Upside-down and everything. Whip me good!" Bartholomew smiled widely and laid a friendly hand on my boy's shoulder. "So eager. I like that. We'll see how you feel about things when I'm through with you." His voice was suddenly chilling, and for a moment I caught a glimpse of a fierce and stern-faced master. Alex eyed me with giddy terror. Robert had told me we would meet true sadists here, masters of their craft who would teach Alex about the depths of pain. Something in that kindly old man's expression told me my young charge was in for a very rough time. "Would you remove his belt, please?" Bartholomew asked, as Alex trembled between us. Pulling the keys from my pocket, I opened the padlocks and slowly removed the metal pod and leather jock, leaving them close by. His butt-plug remained. Alex sighed deeply as his boyhood was freed from its unforgiving constraints. Driven by fear and anticipation, and the large audience that was quietly assembling to watch him, the boy got hard instantly. "Ah, the little man's excited. How sweet," Bartholomew said. "I'd like to keep him that way for a while, if you don't mind." "By all means." A thick leather strap was quickly and roughly tied around the boy's cock and balls, then looped again and again around the base of his throbbing young erection. Alex actually groaned when the knot was pulled taut. Already his penis was a dark red, and slowly turning purple. Tied off and separated, his balls were also taking on a colorful hue. "Turn around, Alex," Bartholomew said. I noticed he almost always used the boy's name. A sign of respect he'd later tell me. Alex did what he was told and presented his backside to the elderly master. His wrist cuffs were quickly locked together and a series of well-used leather straps were cinched tightly around his arms until his elbows were nearly touching. I could see the strain in his shoulders, as well as the painful grimace upon his sweet innocent face. "Now sit down. Ask your master for help, if you need it." With his arms bound and useless behind him, he did need help. I got him onto the floor, and he sat silent and shaking with his beautiful legs stretched in front of him. Bartholomew knotted thick heavy ropes through the rings in the boy's ankle cuffs then began to circle them around, distributing the pressure evenly. Alex was staring up with dancing eyes at the pulley system to which the ropes were already attached. His cock was so hard I thought it would burst. After making a final check of the ropes for safety, Bartholomew knelt down beside Alex and gestured me to do the same. Once again his eyes and voice were those of a kindly grandfather, but I know they would not remain so for long. "Listen to me very carefully, Alex," he said. "And keep your eyes forward. I want you to answer some questions for me. I will not repeat myself." "Yes, sir." "When was the last time you came?" "Yesterday morning, sir." "Do you need your master's permission to cum?" Alex looked at me for an instant. "Yes, sir, I do." He received a gentle smack for disobeying. "Eyes forward." "Sorry, sir." Bartholomew continued. "Have you been whipped before?" "Yes, sir. Often. By my master." "But never by someone who doesn't love you." Alex shuddered. His answer was honest, and painful. "Yes, sir," he said with a trembling voice. "That's happened to me too. When I was very little." Our newest friend seemed to melt when he heard that, but he gathered his emotions quickly. "This will be very hard for you. Do you have a safeword?" The boy nodded and took a deep breath. "Yes, sir." "Tell me." "Butterfly, sir." A gentle hand caressed Alex' shoulder. "It suits you. Did you choose it yourself?" "Yes, sir, I did." "Use it if you have to. There is no shame. I am going to hurt you very badly, you know that." "I do, sir." My sweet brave boy closed his eyes for a moment. "May I ask a question, sir?" "Of course, Alex." "Where will my master be, when it's happening?" "Where would you like him to be?" "Close, sir." "I understand," Bartholomew said tenderly. "You need his touch, don't you?" Alex nodded. It was beyond words. "Let's get you into position." All the boy could manage was a soft whimper of agreement. Immediately Bartholomew began to methodically pull on the ropes until there was a noticeable tug against Alex' feet. He stopped and double-checked everything, the ropes, the frame, at last making sure the boy's leather cuffs were snug and would not be digging in to his skin too harshly. "Hold his shoulders, lift him gently," Bartholomew told me as he continued to take the slack out of the ropes. Alex' legs were already being raised off the floor. My boy sighed when he felt my hands, and he put his head back so he could look at me as I bent over to support him. He gave me a little smile to let me know it was all right. The pulleys began to squeak as the ropes took more and more of the boy's diminutive weight. Soon I could feel Alex leaving the ground. His cute little rear end was in the air now. I was holding him tightly and lifting him slowly as the pulleys took him up. He wiggled a bit in my gentle grip, but with his arms trussed tightly behind him, he was quite helpless. And then, after several slow minutes of starts and stops, Bartholomew gave one last hard pull, which straightened the boy's lean body and took his breath away. "Let him go," he said. I did. And Alex swung free by his ankles.

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Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2002 20:38:08 -0400 From: istari Subject: Mastering Alex, 21 - 22 The following story describes the evolving relationship between and man and a thirteen-year-old boy. It is the story of a safe, loving, consensual, dominant/submissive relationship and does contain scenes of bondage, sado masochism, etc. If that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading. This story is utter fiction, the product perhaps of my own childhood fantasies, and nothing more. Comments are welcome at istari_olias@hotmail.com Just a sincere note of thanks to everyone who has shared their thoughts and feelings with me since this little project began. Our young hero's adventures could not continue with your support, suggestions, and encouragement. You know who you are. Scott, Chapter 21 is dedicated to you, I think you'll know why. Mastering Alex Chapter 21: A Boy's Heart. I woke up with Alex lying beside me, still asleep. It's a wondrous thing. Practically every day for the last three years I'd awakened this way, with my naked boy pressed against me, but I'd never lost that feeling that this was so special, the love between us so strong. The boy beside me had grown a little bit bigger each year, each month, and I smiled to myself when I realized he was now a handsome young teenager, and that one day it would be a young man waking up in my arms. I love boys, yes, but I began to sense that my love for Alex had transcended that. You see I am simply and totally and madly in love with Alex. I loved him when he was a cuddly little four-year-old. I loved him when he was a shy, sad, skinny eight-year-old. I loved him when he was a quiet and vulnerable eleven-year- old. I loved him as the confident young teen who lay beside me that morning as the summer sun shone through the windows. He stirred and stretched. "Still sore?" I asked after a quick morning kiss. Alex smiled at me. "Ready for more," he sang as he took his usual position between my legs. When he'd finished bringing me off, I had him stand at the foot of the bed while I examined the marks from yesterday. "Put on some shorts, and a T-shirt," I told him. "Okay." "I'll unlock the closet for you." He looked adorable in the blue soccer shorts and the long plain white T-shirt he'd picked out. It had been a few days since he'd worn clothes, and I often forget just how sexy he is when he's dressed. I figured the clothing rubbing against the boy's bruised and tender skin would be a subtle but constant reminder of the whip, and it was. He moved around uncomfortably the whole morning as he fixed and served my breakfast and cleaned the house. Watching him wrestle with the vacuum cleaner was priceless. My young house-boy was hard at work in the bathrooms when the phone rang. It was Robert. Normally Michael made most of his calls for him, so I knew this had to be important. "How is the young man's shoulder?" he asked after we'd gotten the pleasantries out of the way. "Fine," I replied. "Dr. Collins made us feel right at home." I heard him chuckle on the other end of the line. "And what did you think of young Sebastian?" "I've been trying not to. I've never seen a boy with tattoos before. Alex wants one now. He hasn't asked me yet, but he's just waiting for the right moment to spring it." "He'd look nice with one," Robert offered. "Sam can do it for you, anything you can imagine. He did Sebastian's. I was there. Very hot. He'll probably have the kid's entire body covered by the time he's eighteen." That was a strangely erotic image. "Maybe for his next birthday," I said. "Thirteen's still a little too young in my book . . . for something so permanent. What if Alex wants to try out for the swim team this year? Kid swims like a fish you know." "You can always put it in a place where no one but you will ever see it." Now there was an idea, but Robert had other things on his mind. "Well," he said softly, "I am glad he was not permanently damaged." "I swear I thought you were going to kill me right over the phone." "No. Injuries are inevitable in our lifestyle, but I had to be sure you weren't abusing him. If I scared you, I am sorry." "I mostly scared myself. But we've both learned a lot about each other since then." "That's good. Will you and Alex be joining us this weekend?" I didn't answer right away. Ever since Robert had handed me that ominous invitation, I'd been debating this. I'd finally shown it to Alex a few weeks ago. Naturally he was eager to go and show everyone what a great master he had, and what a good slave he was. He made it seem like it was just a trip to the movies or something. His na�ve innocence was very cute, but it also worried me. At some level he still had no idea what all this really meant, or just how seriously certain people took it. I wasn't afraid he would embarrass himself. Alex was already too smart, and too clever, and too good a slave for that. But I was afraid he might encounter slaves who were not as brave and strong as he was, slaves who were sad, pathetic specimens of humanity. So young and impressionable, I did not want him ever thinking that's how I wanted him to be. And then there were the other masters to consider. Alex was new and very young, still a child in the grand scheme of things. He would, naturally, be the subject of unrelenting scrutiny. I remembered that first day when he stood in front of Robert and endured the seasoned master's harsh interrogation, cruel and calculated to break him. Alex was brave and wonderful that day, but Robert had given him all he could take, and he was crying when it was over. If he lost it in front of all of those people, what would it do to him? Alex had embraced his life as a slave. He was thriving. I did not want to risk that. "You have doubts," Robert said. "I do. Alex wants to go, but I don't think he's prepared for what he'll see. I'm not sure if I am either." "Come and see us, Michael and me. Tonight if you can. You can stay with us a few days, and we'll go together if you think you're ready. It's not a long ride from my place." That was an offer I could not refuse. "You are so good to us," I said. "I love you like a son, Steven. And I love Alex like the terrific young man he is." Alex was instantly excited about our trip. Not only the weekend gathering, but also the chance to spend a few days with Robert and Michael in their big mansion. "You've got such a crush on him," I said, referring to the handsome young eighteen-year-old. "I . . . I do not," he spat, as he packed his toothbrush. "Come on," I goaded him. "One faggot to another, he's cute, isn't he?" "Yeah, but that doesn't mean . . . " "Alex is in love. How sweet." "I am not," he said each word forcefully. "Well, would you like to take a little gift to this person you don't love, just to let him know how you don't feel?" Alex grinned from ear to ear and nodded his head yes. "I know just what I want to do." He ran to his bedroom and sat down at his desk. Watching from the doorway I could see him sketching away. I walked in quietly behind him and looked over his shoulder. Alex' art is more expressive than representative. He rarely ever draws people, or places or things. Alex draws feelings. It's an amazing talent. There was a flourish and an almost childish joy in the wild colors and swirling shapes, just giving the hint of human form. He almost never used color, preferring a world in black and white, but this was clearly something special. "Is that the two of you?" I asked him softly. The amorphous figures appeared to be in a gentle embrace, and, as with all of the boy's work, there was the unmistakable sense of motion. "Yeah," Alex said shyly, "sort of. I guess it's mostly just how I feel when I'm around him." I put my hands on his shoulders and bent down to hug him. "Sometimes you're just so beautiful," I said. He smiled up at me. "I haven't drawn one for us yet," he explained, as if I'd asked him to. "It still feels too strong. I don't know what to draw. That's okay isn't it?" "When you do draw us, I know it's going to be perfect." He rolled it up carefully and we hunted for a rubber band. "Got everything packed?" I asked as he flopped down on his bed. We would be gone for at least two days, and possibly more. Alex gave me a puzzled look. "I'm not sure what all I should bring." He certainly wouldn't need many clothes. I had him pack an overnight bag with a pair of shorts, socks, a long shirt and his favorite black tank-top. He'd be wearing everything else he needed before we left. "Strip," I told him. Alex was naked in an instant. I took a moment to study his developing young body. Alex would never go through that gangly awkward stage that leaves some boys looking all arms and legs. He was perfect. Slender and coltish, lean and muscular, his body just hinting at the shape of the man he would become. His long cock hung soft and lazily between his legs, and aside from the little sparse tuft growing above it, Alex was still smooth and hairless. "Stand!" Immediately he put his hands behind his head and spread his feet wide. His leather collar and the cuffs around his slender wrists and ankles had become second nature to us both. I put his belt on him and locked his cock and balls away. He hummed softly. I put the plug in his ass for the first time in days, and strapped everything tightly in place. His harness went on next. We packed the ball-gag and the thigh cuffs. "Shirt and shorts," I ordered. "Then get your socks and shoes on." He pulled on the same blue shorts and plain shirt he'd been wearing around the house, then worked himself into his white socks. Restricted by the harness and the tight belt around his waist, his normal graceful boyish movements were comically inept. "I'm not very bendable in this stuff, am I?" the boy asked with a wry expression. "That's the idea, Alex. Do your best." He always did. Finally he stood up again, ready for action. His collar and wrist cuffs were in plain view, but everything else was completely hidden. There was that dreamy smile on his sweet young face. "This feels so neat," he said, "wearing all my gear under my clothes. No one can see it, but I know it's there. Totally sexy." "I thought you'd get a kick out of it." "I'm dripping already." "You never quit, do you? My horny little colt." "If I am it's your fault. Keeping a kid in a chastity belt all the time. That's totally sick." "And you love it." "Sure do." We grabbed our few bags and went out to the truck. It was late afternoon now, so we stopped for fast food along the way. I was content to go through the drive up, but Alex insisted on going inside. More and more he loved the idea of his hidden bondage. I was worried that his harness might show through his shirt, but it was thick enough to keep from drawing attention to what was underneath. The boy polished off two roast beef sandwiches and ate half of my fries along with his own. I had to be careful not to get my fingers too close for fear he'd bite them off. Our food budget was already beginning to explode with a hungry just-turned-teenager in the house, and I knew it would only be getting worse. He paused in his barbaric revelry once in awhile to smile up at me sheepishly. "Don't know why I'm so hungry all the time," he said. "Teen - ager," I replied. "Goes with the territory. You'll settle down in a few years." Alex shrugged his shoulders, gave me a Neanderthal- style grunt, and dove back into his second sandwich. Back in the truck he was talkative and excited. I remembered our first trip to Robert's place not so long ago. How quiet and pensive and nervous he was, and how much younger he seemed then. It had not even been two months, but boys do change so rapidly at this age, and it was a more mature version of my Alex who was sitting beside me now. And still an incredibly cute one. I reached over and patted my hand on his bare thigh, working it slowly up his smooth soft skin to the hem of his shorts, until it came in contact with the metal that encased his boyhood. Alexander chuckled wickedly. "Hah! Keeps you frustrated sometimes too, doesn't it?" he teased. "I can't get out and you can't get in!" "I can wait," I replied. "Days and days if I had to. I've always got that nice little ass of yours to play with. You, on the other hand . . . are just plain stuck." "Okay, okay," he laughed. "I get it." He would be getting it, before the night was over. Before we rang the bell, I stripped Alex out of his clothes, attached the leash to his collar, and put the ball- gag in the boy's mouth, strapping it tightly behind his head. Michael opened the door to us. He bowed respectfully to me, and smiled brightly at his young counterpart. Robert appeared from his study and gave me firm handshake. He gave Alex a loving and gentle smack on the side of his face, then he put his hand under the boy's chin and stared long into Alexander's eyes. My boy did not look away. "Last time you were here," he said to Alex, "you were just a boy. Now I see you are considerably more than that. To be a slave is to be a very special person. You understand that, don't you?" Alex nodded that he did. I sent him back to bring in our bags, and Michael led us down the hall to a room on the first floor, which would be ours for the next several nights. Alex dutifully lugged everything along behind me. Like everything else about Robert's place, the room was spacious and had a modern feel to it, quite a departure from the two-hundred-year-old house Alex and I lived in. It was a nice escape, and Alex immediately loved all of Robert's electronic gadgetry. Robert stuck his head in for just a moment. "Why don't you two get comfortable. I'll put some tea on later. The bathroom has a whirlpool if you're interested. Michael will get you started. Make yourselves at home." Still silenced by the gag, Alex eyed me with desperate excitement. I gave him a little tug on his leash to bring him back in line. "Unpack our things," I stated firmly. "I'll have Michael show me the works." Alex got to work, and handsome young Michael showed me to the bathroom, if you could call it that. It was almost as large as the bedroom itself, with a big window that took up an entire wall, offering a wonderful view of Robert's wooded property. The tub looked more like a small pool. It already had water in it, ready and waiting. Michael, in his collar, harness and belt, his usual attire, deftly and expertly got everything started and showed me the basics. The jets came on and set the water rolling. "It will take a few minutes for the water to heat up, sir," Michael explained after he'd satisfied himself that I knew what I was doing. He brought out a set of towels for us and laid them by the sink, as well as some lotions and oils. "May I get anything else for you, sir?" "No, Mike, thank you." He bowed his head humbly and turned to leave. I followed him out. Alex was finished with his little task and eagerly waiting for me. Wonderful how thirteen-year-olds can turn into little boys again when they get excited. Michael gave him an affectionate pat on the shoulder. Alex nearly melted. When it was just the two of us, I told him to come stand in front of me. Alex put his hands behind his head without being told. I ran my fingers playfully up and down his sides, over his chest and stomach, then down his shapely young legs. He purred and sighed and closed his eyes. Touch was electrifying to him, especially when he was in his belt. "I'm going to keep you gagged for a while," I told him. My young boy just looked so sexy and vulnerable with that dark red ball in his mouth, the leather straps buckled tightly around his head. He blinked his eyes for me just once. Working slowly, I took off his gear. First his harness, then his cuffs, then his belt. All the time I was sensually massaging his soft young skin and the firm developing muscles beneath it. His butt-plug slid out with no trouble at all. Soon he'd be ready for a larger one. The metal pod, rustproof, remained around his cock and balls. Last, as always, was his collar. There was that look of surrender in his eyes again, and I felt his body relax against my touch. I laid the boy down on the bed and he spread his legs for me. My fingers worked easily into his young rectum, pink and hairless, and no longer quite so tight as it had been. I liked him a little loose. It made penetration less of a struggle for both of us. Just weeks ago he would have been panting and squirming and wiggling around like a dervish. Now he just lay there utterly contented as I leisurely fingered him. I knew he was feeling it. Every so often his body would give an involuntary shudder or I'd feel his little ring clench up around my fingers. I had three of them inside him now, and could have gotten a fourth if I'd wanted to tear him up or cause him pain. I wanted neither. This was about pleasure. That slow, agonizing, frustrating pleasure he'd learned all at once to love and hate as his immature prostate was relentlessly massaged and stimulated. Alex was moaning softly and soon his quiet sobs began. Somehow this always wrecked him emotionally, more than anything else we did. I knew that inside the pod the boy's restrained cock was leaking his clear fluid, trying desperately to erect itself. I kept going for a while, keeping that maddening pressure on his insides. Finally, when I figured the water was warm enough for us, I just stopped. That is the real cruelty and mastery of working the kid's prostate. He would not have an orgasm. He knew it, and yet he had to lay there obediently and silently and endure the unbearable pleasure that suddenly and sharply just ceased. There was no climax, no release. It just stopped. His expression was one of desperation, as it always was at the end. I drew him into my arms and kissed him, running my fingers tenderly over his tightly closed eyes, his freckled nose, his soft cheeks without even the slightest trace of peach-fuzz, and the cold rubber ball in his mouth. "Let's take a bath," I said. He clung to me like a little child and I led him into the spacious room where the whirlpool was bubbling and churning, inviting us in. I held him for the first few minutes, but the warm steamy water soon calmed him. I removed his gag and let him go. He scooted around until he sat across from me. "Feeling better now?" I asked. His eyes swam, but he smiled. "You really know how to fuck me up," he said, stretching his slender legs out until they were entwined with mine. "I think that's like the cruelest thing you could ever do to somebody. It feels so good, but it never gets anywhere. I always think I'm going to explode, that's what it feels like, but I never do. Even when you make me cum that way it's the same. It's like . . . like the opposite of an orgasm . . . whatever that's called." "I don't think there's a word for it." "Well, someone should invent one." We played footsie under the water for a few minutes, Alex splashing and laughing the whole time. Finally he settled down again and came around next to me. We embraced in the warm bubbling water. He dunked himself a few times and tried to get me under once or twice. Then we just sat quietly, his head on my shoulder as the water swirled around us. I think he was nearly asleep when Robert's quiet knock on the door roused us both. "Tea is ready, gentlemen," he said, then, turning his eyes to Alex, "and I have a chocolate scone with your name on it, young man." Alex dried me first, as was our ritual, then himself. I put all of his gear back on, and once my thirteen-year-old slave was collared, cuffed, and harnessed, we made our way to the living room. Alex carried his gag, figuring he'd be wearing it again before the night was done. It was a warm and joyful gathering of friends, some old, some new. Michael and Alex did not wait on us this time, and were given permission to sit down together on the large sofa. We all helped ourselves and had a lively conversation touching on sports and politics, love and war and life in general. I learned that Michael was an astute and exceptionally intelligent young man, and we gave Alex every opportunity to spread his young wings and test out his rapidly evolving sense of the world in all its grown-up complexity. Thirteen-year-olds are so charmingly idealistic, and so morally sure and certain. It was fun watching him, and fun talking with him. The perspective of a boy can often change your own, if you are adult enough to listen to what he has to say. "Don't you have something for Michael?" I said to him privately. Alex blushed fiercely. "I forgot. May I go get it now?" "We are in Robert's house. I think you need to ask him before you leave the room." He turned to our host. "Sir, may I be excused? I will come right back." "Certainly, dear boy," Robert replied, wondering what exactly the young lad had in mind. "He's not sick, is he?" "I don't think I'd call it a sickness, exactly," was my cryptic reply. Alex returned with his drawing, still tightly rolled. With it was another piece of paper I hadn't seen him write. He must have stuffed in his bag before we left. Standing as tall as his five-feet allowed, he marched toward Michael and presented his thoughtful gift of friendship. The young man was truly surprised to be the recipient. His blue eyes danced and he looked at each of us in his shy, gentle way. He read Alex' little note first, then removed the rubber band and unrolled the drawing. He looked up at Alex in wonder. My boy stood with his hands behind his back, nervously shuffling his feet. "It's beautiful," I heard Michael say to him. "And yes, I do." "Share it with us, Michael," said Robert. "Sir, it's very personal," the young man replied. Robert and I exchanged a glance then glared at our young slaves sternly. "None of that. We are your masters," Robert said in a firm voice. "You will not keep any secrets between you. Now read Alexander's letter, Michael." They looked at one another desperately for a moment. It was Alex' modesty and his feelings that Michael was protecting. Alex finally nodded that it was alright, and Michael began in his soft, youthful voice. "Dear Mike, I think you're really cute. You're also a great slave and I'm trying very hard to be just like you. I drew this picture for you. It's what I feel when I think about you. I hope you like it. I hope you like me too. Your friend, Alex" I was so proud of him. Such a sweet and generous and loving boy. I was so lucky to have him. But, in that moment, I also recognized that my Alex had just given a little piece of himself to someone else, someone very special to him. I was his master, his brother, his guardian, his lover, but Michael was something entirely different, an ideal my boy aspired to, a kind and gentle soul who had unknowingly stolen a young boy's heart. I thought back to something Robert had said to me many weeks ago, when all of this still seemed so new and strange: That, one day, as my final act of love, I would let my sweet Alex go. Seeing him with Michael now, seeing them together, I saw a vision of that future. And I knew it was right. Chapter 22: Alex on the Bottom. "On your hands and knees, sweetheart," I said. "Yes, sir," Alex replied, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. Robert, Michael and I all stood around him. All three of us were naked, Michael still in his collar and harness, but freed of his chastity belt for the first time in several months. Robert had had all of the young man's body hair permanently removed when he was sixteen, and his smooth tanned skin glistened in the dim soft lamplight of Robert's modern and well-equipped dungeon. I've said before that Michael is a small, slightly-built young man, and this applied to his cock and balls as well. He was just under six inches hard. My Alex was already bigger. But Michael was very thick and beautifully shaped down there, and his balls were large and heavy and no doubt aching for release. Three men were hard, gazing down at the delicate fragile form of a naked thirteen-year-old boy on his hands and knees. Alex was out of his belt too, and his dick was at full staff and bobbing wildly as only a young teen's can. Like Michael, he was still collared and harnessed. I gave his leash a firm tug and he crawled toward me. Alex licked the pre-cum from my dick. I handed his leash to Robert, who forced him to do the same. Then came Michael's turn to be cleaned. Mike would not take Alex' leash, but he did moan and sigh when the boy's warm mouth engulfed his perpetually frustrated cock. I pulled Alex back sharply and he settled back into his submissive position on all fours. "Alex. Stay." The boy did not move. The three of us all stood in front of him now, staring down at him, hard and hungry for this boy, even Robert, whose tastes normally did not run quite so young, but Alex does have a certain affect on people. "Alex," our host said in his quietly menacing voice, "tonight you will learn more about what it means to be a slave. You are going to be done, boy, and done good. From now until the time we let you go to sleep not one minute is going to pass when you won't have a dick fucking you at both ends, and one of us working that nice young cock of yours. You will be blindfolded. Michael." The young man handed the leather blinder to me. I knelt in front of my boy. He was already shaking. "Frightened?" I asked as I lowered the blindfold over his eyes. "Yes, sir." Robert was there beside me, and he gently squeezed the boy's shoulders. "We won't let any harm come to you. You are loved, Alex, and you will be loved the way a slave should. Will you trust us?" "Yes, sirs." His answer was immediate and carried no doubt, fear yes, but no doubt. As Robert was our host, it was only fair that he take the boy first. Alex gasped in horror when I gave Robert permission to fuck him. I felt so guilty, but Alex needed to learn that being a slave meant his master could share him with others, or give his little ass away. His sole duty was to obey. "Tell us your safeword, Alex." "It's butterfly, sirs," he said. His young voice was suddenly very high and trembling. Robert knelt down in front of him and held the boy's head in his hands. "Listen very carefully, Alex, this is very important. Most of the time you will not be able to speak. If you need to say your word and you can't, tap whoever is in front of you three times on the leg. That's all you have to do and everything stops. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir, thank you, sir." "This is not about hurting you, or shaming you. This is about training you, young man, to endure things you never thought you could. I'm going to fuck you now, and you are going to give your master a fine sucking." No more was said. Robert and I took our positions on our knees in front and behind him. Michael dutifully lay on his back and worked his way beneath our boy-on-all-fours. We let him go first, and he gave Alex a slow leisurely stroking, working the thirteen-year-old's foreskin up and down with a firm, milking grip. Alex moaned, and that was my signal to start. He sucked me feverishly for a moment, until Robert carefully but ruthlessly entered him. Then, I'm sure, the boy's entire world turned to madness. Alex was being plugged at both ends. Robert had taken forceful possession of his sweet young boyhole, with long powerful thrusts of a cock considerably larger and thicker than my own. I was in my boy's mouth, holding his head firmly in my hands as I worked my cock down his throat. I timed my thrusts, so that I entered every time Robert withdrew. It was driving the kid wild. Between the boy's trembling legs, Michael had taken control of Alex' cock, giving him firm, loving strokes, taking him to the edge and then denying him. "Milk him good, Mike," I ordered. The young man, entirely ignoring his own throbbing erection, did just that. Before long a steady stream of pre-cum was dripping onto the soft mat that covered the floor. Alex moaned and purred and would have shouted had his master's cock not kept him quiet. After about twenty minutes, Robert and I switched places. Neither of us had cum yet. Alex knew something was happening, but in his blindfold he could not see. We began again. I felt my boy tense, just for a moment, as I pressed my cock deep into his gaping hole, red and ravaged. Robert had indeed torn him just a bit, but there was no bleeding to speak of. In a single thrust I entered him. He whimpered and sobbed, then had his voice abruptly cut off by Robert's giant cock worming down his narrow throat. "Is he still hard?" I asked Michael as I slid roughly in and out of my boy. "Yes, sir." "Keep him that way. Tell me when he cums." It was perhaps another half-hour of intense fucking before that finally happened. I felt Alex' little ring clench around my cock, he moaned deeply and softly, and the boy's sperm was soon dribbling from his penis onto the floor. Robert got the frantic sucking of his life as Alex once again endured the sensation of cumming without orgasm. The kid was shaking, clawing his hands desperately into the soft mat beneath him. Seeing Alex in his spasmodic sexual frenzy sent Robert and me over the edge. We both came together and filled him from both ends with our seed. I pulled out slowly. My juices trickled from the boy's gaping hole and ran down his legs. I could see it dripping from his mouth as well. Normally Alex swallowed everything, but he was too frantic and too worn out to bother. My boy remained submissively on his hands and knees, waiting for his masters to take him again. Alex knew we were only just beginning, but we would need a few minutes to recover before we started over, and we were not about to leave him empty. Robert worked a large butt-plug up Alexander's ass, nearly twice the size he was used to. I strapped his gag in place. Through it all, young Alex was completely silent and obedient. To keep him limber while we recharged, Michael was told to take the boy by his leash and lead him around the dungeon on all fours. It was an endearing, and arousing sight. Michael was very hesitant at first, unsure of this new unfamiliar role he was being asked to play. His position in Robert's house had been unambiguous since he was fifteen years old, but Alex' presence here had abruptly changed that. Among the four of us, there was simply no question that Alex was a bottom of the most profound magnitude, thus young Michael found himself unexpectedly thrust into a dominant role. It made him visibly uncomfortable, but it was utterly impossible to imagine this scene ever being reversed. In any hierarchy of dominance and submission, Alex would always be the last link in the chain. Hesitance aside, Michael was a faithful and loyal slave, and followed his master's orders without question. And, he did gradually begin to assert himself. Before long he had my young Alex under his firm and strict control, pulling firmly but always gently on the leash, reaching down and giving the thirteen-year-old's cute little ass a nice swat whenever he strayed too far away. I couldn't help but smile. "Seems Mikey is enjoying himself," I observed. "I believe he's learning something tonight as well," Robert replied with a certain light in his eyes. Michael had Alex back in position and waiting for us. The plug came out, the gag came off and we started on him again. Alex had surrendered totally. Even the deepest submissives put up a little instinctual resistance at first, but now he just stayed there on his hands and knees, his only movement resulting from the powerful thrusts of the cocks buried in his mouth and rear end. His only sounds were those deep mournful groans that told me he was in another world. I lost track of the time, focusing all my thoughts on delaying my next orgasm as long as possible. We probably carried on this way, switching several times, for another two hours. By the end, the boy's arms and legs had turned to rubber. Robert and I held him up as we continued to use him. Alex' strong ecstatic groans were becoming frail whimpers of exhaustion. Finally, as my cock swelled in his throat, I felt three weak little taps on my leg. His hand remained there, gripping tightly to my thigh. "That's three," I announced. Immediately we all stopped. With great care and tenderness, Robert gradually pulled out. Alex collapsed on his stomach, splayed out and motionless, unable to even manage a wiggle. He was breathing softly. I left him in his blindfold. Robert and I still had some unfinished business throbbing between our legs. Michael dutifully offered his mouth. I must confess he is very skilled, though I missed the warmth and smallness of my own boy. He did his master last, and they ended with the rough kiss I'd seen before. Michael was now the only one of us who hadn't spilled his seed in some way, and his cock was still rock-hard. I don't remember him softening even once the entire time. "May I help him with his little problem, Robert?" "By all means." The young man blushed visibly, especially at the word 'little'. There was no denying it though. Compared to the other three cocks in the room, his was the junior member. And I'm sure Alexander's more than generous endowment was a source of embarrassment for him. Being smaller than your master is one thing, being smaller than a boy who was still in middle school was quite another. In truth, Mike's cock, while not large by anyone's measure, was certainly more than adequate, and it was quite thick and meaty, making up in girth what it lost in length, with a perfect curve to it. A beautiful organ. Feeling I'd unintentionally hurt his feelings, I took the eighteen-year-old's penis in my hand and stroked it gently. "It's really very beautiful, Michael," I said to him. "I think you're perfect the way you are." Mike smiled at me, and, bless him, he moved close and rested his head on my shoulder as I slowly masturbated him. His really has the perfect cock for a slave. Large enough to have fun with when a master desires it, small enough to simply ignore the rest of the time. I've often wondered why nature saw fit to give Alex such a big one, when his natural tendencies meant that he would be using it so seldom. It wasn't long before Michael shot into my hand. There wasn't much, and I could see it gave him very little pleasure. Robert had given him a thorough milking not two days earlier. "I believe slaves should be kept dry," the seasoned master explained. "Makes them much happier when they don't have to think about cumming all the time." I'm not sure if 'happy' was an accurate description for Michael at that moment. Sexual frustration can become a permanent state of existence if a young man is denied long enough. Robert was clearly taking Michael in a direction that I did not want Alex and I to go, at least not entirely. Alex was still stretched out on his stomach when we returned to him. I knelt beside him and removed the blindfold, kissing his eyelids tenderly before they fluttered open. "Feeling okay?" I asked. He moaned weakly as I took his hand. "Hmmm. Can't move," he whispered. I began to massage his shoulders. Robert and Michael soon joined me, rubbing Alex' back and his thighs. The boy now had six firm gentle hands caressing him, soothing his tired aching muscles. I rubbed his arms, Michael rubbed his feet, Robert straddled him and pressed his hands into the small of his back. Alex sighed, lost in the simple pleasure of our tender, loving ministrations. Touch has always been important to him, a physical connection to those he loves. He cannot live a day without it. "Still awake, little man?" His eyes opened lazily. "Yes, sir." I got him to his feet. He was often quite talkative after a scene, but not tonight. It was still far too intense for him to make sense of. There had been a darkness in this room, and not because of his blindfold. He felt it surrounding him, and as much as it frightened him, it also compelled him. The boy just gazed at us all sleepily. "Take him upstairs, Steven," Robert said softly. "I believe he's given us all he has tonight." Indeed he had. I put my arm around him and together we climbed the steps, leaving Robert and Michael alone. I had a feeling their night was just beginning. I awoke to that strange feeling that something was missing. I realized it was Alex. He'd fallen asleep in my arms, snoring softly as young boys do, even before I could pull the blankets over us. All night his small, warm, naked body lay next to mine. Its sudden absence was unpleasant. I knew why he was gone, and that only made it colder. He was off by himself, thinking about last night. That meant he'd be wanting to talk about it. I lay back, and a slight shiver crept over me when I recalled what we'd done to him, how harsh and cruel we had been, how relentless, how merciless. And how we'd used him, that was the word, wasn't it? As I dressed and went off to find him, I had only one thought, one I could not even bring myself to finish. 'Steven, if you've made that boy hate you . . . ' I found him out on the deck. He was naked, leaning his elbows on the wooden rail, gazing off into the woods, still shrouded in morning mist. It was a touching scene, this young boy alone in the wide, wide world. Alex still seemed so small, and everything else so big, yet I knew that deep inside the boy had grown and that the world was no longer so dark and scary to him. After just watching for a moment, I quietly stepped beside him. "Hey," I finally said, breaking the silence. "Hey," Alex answered back. "You're up early." Over the last month I'd come to enjoy making Alex wait in the mornings, leaving him chained to his bed or locked in his cage. Slaves spent a lot of their time just waiting, and it was a lesson Alex had already begun to learn. "I got lonely," I replied. Alex yawned. "I just couldn't stay in bed any longer." "Busy brain this morning?" "Yep." "Feel like talking about it?" Alex gave me a wise look far beyond his years. "You could just make me tell you." "I could, but I won't." An unsure smile, then those beautiful thoughtful eyes. "Last night was the hardest thing I've ever done," he said. "I really felt like a slave. I mean, I always do, but last night I was the slave, you know, even to Michael." "How did that make you feel?" "Scared at first," Alex replied honestly. "Three masters all at once is tough, but then I got into it. God, you were all so hard on me, and you just kept going after me. I didn't think it was ever going to stop. I . . . I liked being used that way. That's what last night was all about, wasn't it?" I nodded and put my arm around him. The boy moved closer and pressed his slender naked frame against me. "Part of me really hated you for letting Robert fuck me, for just . . . just giving me away like that." "I know, Alex. That's part of what it means to be a slave. You handled it very well." "I didn't think you'd really let it happen," Alex said. "At first I was waiting for you to stop it. When you didn't, everything just went all crazy. I've never felt that way before, even with all the stuff we've done. It's like I was just . . . " he paused, trying to put the feeling into words, "just a piece of . . . of furniture or something, just a place for you and Master Robert to put your dicks whenever you felt like it." "Slaves are property, Alex," I reminded him rather coldly. "And you can do whatever you want with me," he continued on his own. There was that look of needful submission in his eyes again. I was relieved to see it, and ready to take him a little further. "I certainly can, and I certainly will." I locked my hand around his slender wrist. "And right now you have your morning duties to perform. On your knees." The boy was down in front of me instantly, reaching out to pull my boxers down. "Hands behind your back," I said, giving them both a quick slap. "But how . . ." "You have a mouth, Alex, don't you?" "Oh, wow." "No talking." Being careful not to bite me, Alex took a mouthful of my boxers and began to tug them down. This was a new level of humiliation for him, and he was breathing hard with excitement. Actually his breathing wasn't the only thing that was hard at the moment. I raised my foot and pressed it roughly into his soft dangly scrotum, feeling his balls retreat against my toes. Alex moaned as the pressure and pain shot through him. Kicking him down there would have simply been brutish. No, a small amount of force, constantly and relentlessly applied, is often the most effective discipline. Even as I toyed with him, he wrapped his warm mouth around my cock and went at it. "You spilled some last night," I recalled. "Don't do that again." With his lips encircling my dick he shook his head. It's a beautiful sight, a gentle thirteen-year-old boy with a big throbbing penis in his mouth, impaling his sweet face. His hazel eyes always remained so strikingly innocent in these moments. After just a few minutes, I grabbed him by the ears and came with violent thrusts. Alex gagged and sputtered, but did not let a drop of my seed fall from his lips. Taking a cue from Robert, I pushed him away harshly. Alex ended up on his back, his legs spread submissively. I worked my foot over his cock, pressing my heel into his balls. "Does this hurt?" "Yes, sir," he answered in a strained voice. I knelt down over him, pressing my knee between his legs, slowly, firmly. Alex writhed and gasped. "Don't move." With my knee grinding into his teenaged balls, I worked the boy's nipples, twisting and pinching and flicking them with my fingers until they were hard. His taut muscular stomach was rising and falling in heaving breaths now. I stuck a single finger into his perfect little navel and pressed down hard. Alex growled at me, and his rigid cock surged. I took my knee away and straddled him now. He gazed up at me with wild and desperate eyes. I love him like this. You can almost smell the sex. I grabbed his penis and stroked it hard and fast. "Aahh, ahhh, please, please, sir, aaahhh, please, aaaahhhh." Alex thrust his narrow hips madly, and shot his young sperm onto his chest. He lay there motionless. His eyes were closed, a look of satisfaction and joy was written upon his face. "Very nice, Steven," I heard Robert say with a chuckle. I looked up to see him standing in the doorway, with a cup of coffee in his hand. I wondered how long he'd been watching us. "You've got that slave begging you," he said as he joined us and looked down at my prone and freshly drained boy. "Priceless." "He is that," I replied. Alex managed to prop himself up on his elbows and offered a shy `good morning' to our host. "I thought you'd told me no orgasms for the young man," Robert said as we helped Alex to his feet. "I changed my mind," was the best rejoinder I could come up with. It may have seemed indecisive and unmasterly to Robert, but I had discovered that just keeping Alex from cumming was not really the point, and not really enough for either of us. Denial is not really control. It is simply denial, and it was already becoming too easy for my submissive boy. No, it was time to shift the ground beneath him once again. Making the boy cum, whenever, wherever, and however I felt like it would be the true and final expression of my total control over his sex. I'd always keep him on the edge, but he'd never know from week to week, month to month, or even day to day, if he'd be allowed to have an orgasm or not. Chastity would still be the general rule for my boy, but already I envisioned weekends where he'd have to keep himself hard and shooting over and over again until his cock was red and raw and sore. Then, I'd put him right back into his belt. "Twist him around," Robert said, seemingly having read my thoughts and approved. "I like it. And so will you, young man." He raised the boy's eyes to his own with a firm hand under the chin. Alex stared back at him. "Whatever my master decides for me is best, sir." The older master laughed and gave my young slave a loving little slap to his face. "Such impertinence today, little one, perhaps we didn't fuck you quite hard enough." Just the thought of repeating last night's session set the boy's eyes wide and dancing. Fear and desire, it was so arousing watching these two extremes tear him slowly apart. "Michael is cleaning up the dungeon this morning. May I put this young colt to work in the kitchen?" "Let me get him harnessed and belted first," I replied. I took Alex by the hand and led him back to the bedroom. Getting him into his gear was still a wonderful moment between us, its routine in no way diminishing the profound meaning of his strict bondage and chastity. Harnessed, belted, always collared. I worked the plug up his ass and strapped it in place. I put his thigh cuffs on as well, just because they made him look so sexy. With his leash in place, I ordered him on all fours and walked him out to the kitchen, where Robert was patiently waiting for him. I noticed a slender riding crop in his hand. "He's all yours," I said as I handed Robert the boy's leash and tacitly nodded my approval of the crop. "Do whatever Master Robert tells you, Alex." "Yes, sir." I returned to the living room to enjoy the magnificent view from the windows, and the fresh coffee awaiting me on the table. I heard Robert order Alex to stand up, the quick swishing of the crop through the air, and Alex' submissive little squeal as it made contact with his rear end. After that I tuned everything out. Alex was becoming a great little kitchen drudge, and Robert again proved himself a gracious host, fixing an enormous breakfast. We ate together in his sunny kitchen. Alex with his behind nicely reddened, and Michael sat on the floor with their plates in front of them. As Alex was finishing off his third waffle of the morning, I could not help but smile. "You never made breakfast like this for me when I stayed with you," I said to Robert. "My dear Steven," he waved a finger at me in admonishment, "you were in no condition for breakfast when you stayed with me." Alex shot his head up and looked at me with questioning eyes. I'd dropped enough hints over the last two months, and he knew that Robert and I had some sort of past related to my less sober days. "How much does the boy know?" Robert asked, looking sidelong at Alex. "Just that you helped me. I've left the rest to his imagination." Robert laughed and patted Alex on the head. "Keep imagining, boy. You weren't the first member of your family to spend time in my dungeon, just the first one to be fucked there." Alex winced a little at the memory of last night, then gave me a dark smirk. "You must have really been messed up." He had no idea. Then again, maybe he did. After breakfast, Michael returned to the dungeon with Alex in tow. Robert explained to me over a final cup of coffee that a slave should be fully responsible for the care and maintenance of the implements of his own pain and discipline. "Michael is punished severely if I ever find dust or dirt down there. All the leather is to be cleaned and oiled, all the metal to be buffed and polished. Gives the boy a proper perspective. You should put Alex on such a regimen, if you haven't already." Up until now, creating our dungeon had been a joint effort between man and boy, but now that it was taking shape, it was time to add it to the growing list of Alexander's duties. Robert and I spent the next several hours discussing the finer points of raising a boy slave. Robert had done it successfully, and although Michael had already been a teenager when he took him in, his experiences were still valuable and insightful. "Alex is very intelligent," Robert reminded me of the obvious, not for the first time, "in a very subtle and devious kind of way. I don't mean that as an insult, it is simply part of his character. I saw it last night. You were ready to give in and let him off the hook . . ." I shook my head in protest, but Robert stilled me with a masterful stare. "There is no shame in admitting that you are compassionate and gentle, Steven, even if you are a sadist. The two are not mutually exclusive as some might think. Alex knows it, and he uses it whenever it suits him. You were ready to stop. To hug and hold and keep evil Robert from hurting your sweet and gentle boy. And Alex played you perfectly . . . he had you dancing for him. I could see it in your eyes. It is to your credit that you didn't let him have his way." "This morning he told me he thought I'd make you stop. He was upset that I didn't." "So, a little bit of truth from the young man." "Alex does not lie," I said strongly. "Of course he doesn't," Robert replied without any sarcasm. "I don't believe he is capable of lying to you, such is his love for you, but he is quite skilled at not telling the truth. Do you see the difference?" I nodded. "He keeps his true feelings close to his skin. Every once in a while, he lets you see the depths, but mostly he keeps you at a safe distance. Doesn't he?" It was true. Alex would embrace all the pain I could give him, but the pain inside his tormented young soul was something he had never truly shared with me. I remembered that day, almost five years ago, when he walked silently beside me, staring up at me with those haunted eyes. There was accusation there and even a little hate, just for a moment. He'd managed to hide it over the years, but I knew it was still there, the feeling, the truth, that the one person in the world who could have saved him from his torment had abandoned him to it instead. I've come to swear that Robert is a mind reader, at least mine. He took my hand gently and smiled at me, and I could tell by his expression that he understood. "That is why he has chosen you to be his master. He sees you as his executioner and his savior, all at once. He does hate you, you know, every bit as much as he loves you. It is a paradox he cannot deal with, one he needs you to fix for him." "A few weeks ago he told me it wasn't my fault . . . that he was abused." "Naturally. And he wants to believe that, desperately. But he can't. His heart keeps telling him it's a lie." "How do I fix him?" I asked. "You already are, Steven. I'm sure he's told you that too." "He has. `You're making me better.'" "And that is the honest truth. Never be afraid to be his master. Never be afraid to be cruel. And never give in to him. He has his safeword, and you have taught him, with some pain, to use it. That is all either of you need. Take him far, Steven, take that boy the very edge of his endurance, and then make him take another step with you. He may stumble, but as long as you are beside him, he will not fall."

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Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2001 19:25:39 -0000 From: Ricky G Subject: Housemate to Houseboy (part 5) Housemate to Houseboy (part 5) by Rick Lunch was over and I was again acting as Andrew's footstool, as he put his feet up, when the doorbell rang. Andrew lifted his feet and, without looking away from the book he was reading, said: "Go and answer it then." Oh, great. Answering the door to a stranger, wearing only a tight pair of red briefs with my cock straining within them. Hardly my choice for a Saturday afternoon's activity. On the other hand, I think part of the reason my cock was straining was because I was beginning to enjoy being such an exhibitionist. I opened the door to find a friend of Andrew's, Paul, standing on the doorstep, a bag slung over his shoulder. He gave me a quick look up and down, grinned and pushed past me towards the lounge. I shut the door and followed. Andrew was standing up as I entered the lounge and talking in a low voice to Paul. They both turned as I entered. "So, this is your little cock-sucking slaveboy, is it?" "Yeah. He's getting quite good at doing what he's told to." I opened my mouth to say something, but Paul almost snarled at me: "Don't speak." He turned to Andrew. "I think you're being too soft on him, letting him wear briefs, letting him speak." "Oh, I don't know, I quite like seeing his arse in a pair of briefs." They were talking about me as if I wasn't there! Paul swung his bag off his shoulder, rummaged in it and stepped over to me. "Yeah, but we don't need to hear him at the moment, do we?" He slipped a rubber ball into my mouth. It was attached to a leather strap which he quickly fastened round my head. "What else have you got in that bag of yours, Paul?" Paul went back to his bag and pulled out what looked like a dog collar. "You need to show him who the boss is." I nodded my head, trying to indicate that I already knew Andrew was my master and that I was quite happy about it. Paul held my head still while he fastened the collar round my neck. He stood back to admire his handiwork. "Do you know what I'd like to do now?" Andrew asked, a sly look on his face. "What?" "I'd like to make him wear your briefs. He wears mine every night after I've worn them. He knows he has no underwear of his own, only what I let him wear." "I like that idea." Paul removed his trousers to show off a pair of tight, light blue briefs. He removed them, showing me his huge boner and handed them to me. "Sniff them first," he said. I did. They smelt of Paul's male musk and a slight tang of urine. He pulled his trousers back on and I removed the red briefs and pulled on Paul's light blue ones. I again experienced the warm feeling that I so enjoyed when putting Andrew's underwear on and shivered a little in appreciation. Paul walked over and gave my arse a squeeze and a rub. While Andrew was my master and I had fallen deeply in love with him and enjoyed his hold over me, I was not immune to Paul's charms: short, light blond hair, blue eyes, slim build, a gorgeous arse. If I had to have a second person controlling me I wanted it to be Paul. "Right, time for a beating, I think." "I'm getting him quite well trained for that." "I'm sure you are, but wait till you see how I'm going to do it." Paul led me over to the table and made me kneel on it, with my hands holding the far corners. He handcuffed both wrists to the table legs, and then came round behind me and pulled my ankles apart and cuffed them to the table legs too. I was bent over with my arse high in the air in a most undignified position. Paul and Andrew began laughing as Paul pulled things out of his bag. A few second later I felt the first smack of what felt like a huge plank of wood hitting my backside. I couldn't scream through the gag, but my moaning was certainly loud enough. Smack. Smack. Over and over the paddle hit me, almost jolting the breath out of me. Then it stopped. I felt Paul's briefs pulled off my arse and down below my thighs. What felt like millions of tongues of fire flashed through my arse - I couldn't believe that the pain could be any worse. I managed to move my head round to see that Andrew was now brandishing some sort of whip. It continued, hitting not only my arse but also my lower back and upper thighs. My skin had never felt so tingly with sensations. Finally it stopped. Andrew appeared in front of me, knelt down, pulled the gag off, held my head and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. What a kiss! What a reward! At the same time I felt Paul's hands gently stroking my ravaged backside, followed by a finger tracing up and down my arse crack, removing the butt plug which had been there since this morning and inserting a finger up my arse. The feelings at both ends of me were wonderful - I felt like I had been transported to some paradise. Andrew stopped kissing me, stood up, lowered his trousers and briefs and presented his cock for inspection. It was a joy to inspect but even more so to get it into my mouth - a cock I was becoming ever more used to. I clamped tight round it as I used my tongue to touch and explore it. At the same moment, I felt Paul's finger removed and a greater pressure at my arse. He began to push into me and it took some effort not to clamp my teeth on Andrew's cock. Paul's cock was even huger that it had seemed when I had seen it earlier and it was inching its way inside me! I gasped for breath and continued to suck on Andrew while feeling myself begin to accommodate Paul's cock. Then Paul began to move in and out impaling himself deeply into me. Andrew grabbed my face and began to move in and out as well, face fucking me. I felt like a complete slut, being fucked at both ends - and loving every minute of it. Andrew's balls began to boil and he shot great balls of sperm into my mouth. Scant seconds later Paul erupted inside my arse, filling me with his delicious juices. For a long moment they hung there, letting the last drops ease their way out, and then they withdrew. A few seconds later I again felt pressure at my arsehole and realised a butt plug was being forced in. "Next size up," said Andrew. "Keep that up, Andrew, and there'll soon be room for a hand up there!" Andrew just chuckled, as he pulled Paul's briefs back up over my sore arse, letting the elastic twang against my buttocks. Paul came round and stood in front of me, his semi-erect cock bouncing in front of my eyes. "God, I always need a piss after I've shagged someone. Open wide." I stared in astonishment. This hadn't been on the cards. But then again... I didn't feel like I could stop myself any more. I was enjoying myself so much that I just wanted to be dominated by these two lads. I opened wide and he put his huge cock in my mouth. A dribble of rank urine came out and then increased in flow. It tasted really strange, but I kept drinking it down trying not to disappoint my masters by spilling any. I could feel Andrew behind me playing with my cock and balls through the briefs and concentrated on this feeling, trying to ignore the taste. Eventually it finished and he pulled his cock out, shook it near my face and stuffed it away. "I think you might be right about this one, Andrew. I'm sure we could get him really well trained." He reinserted the ball gag. "Right, we're off out for a bit. Got to pick up some more bits and pieces for this evening." And with that they were gone, leaving me trussed up on the table, day dreaming about the wonderful sensations and humiliations I had enjoyed. I have no idea how long I was there before I heard the key in the front door. I opened my eyes, enjoying the thought of another round of fun with Andrew and Paul. I heard an unfamiliar voice: "Andrew? Are you there?" To be continued...

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Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 14:29:04 +0000 From: black_divagod@hotmail.com Subject: A Desperate Bitch's Domination Fantasy "Be wary, this shit is dirty. Email me if you think it's good." ~Tom When I saw my 7-inch cock, Warn and dry Stare back at me in the mirror I almost cried. I was so happy that I followed his orders. "Only if you don't turn around and look at me, Pulling all that fag shit on me To turn my back at pussy, man." His voice drummed hard on my libido. God Damn, I'd follow anything this man says!! His eyes chocolate brown And jaded with college; His build Tall and commanding Sent quivers down the spine of every fine woman in UHSC. "Just don't hurt me" I replied smacking my dignity in indignation "Just this once I'll degrade myself. It's been so long." He drops his beer and positions himself behind me I feel his breath travel down my center I know his eyes began to explore my backside. "Damn, my shit is big, I wonder if this bitch is gon' be able to take this." He hesitates by reminding himself of beautiful bitches with big beautiful breasts. Absolutely flabbergasted to how he got himself in this position It was just hours ago that he found himself in the presence of one fine woman With lips so wanton and red. He knew that his friend Marc wanted this bitch so he backed off But reluctantly, My boy was so horny And if this hole seemed to be the only wanted begging for it Dying for it. This shit was nuts. He drew down the zipper of his fly slowly During its decent, my anticipation surged. Out from the fly warmth drifted toward my body, Steaming the coolness of the bathroom walls. "I can't believe this is happening," I gasp. As I force myself to breath for the first time in hours "Pull your shit down, son. What Am I gon' poke my shit threw your jeans or what." His voice drummed hard on my libido God Damn, I'm falling for every word you utter. Don't stop, move faster, My body cries. Can't you hear, can't you sense me? I thank myself repeatedly for not wearing a belt tonight I knew I would have fumbled with it had I worn it in my condition. The silence is broken by the drop of my pant, the stillness is broken by his careful move forward. His prick feels so sticky and rotten touching my skin. Far different from the pearl I envisioned. Had I observed it, all of my images of his cock would be shattered. I hoped his shit was as soft as pure silk With the veins all in the right places Crevices and pockets cluttered its surface In all the right places, His color would beam Bright, tendrils would sparkle onto of Large anchors of 21 year-old testes. The perfect dick. Instead I felt slimy and eager softly dancing in my crack. "I can't find your shit," he cried like a little boy frustrated. I then take my hand and guide him to my special palace, Assuredly and gingerly I know he'll get a kick out of this. The head pops in easily Thanks in part to its size. Inch One makes its way, I shudder Inch Two makes its way, I shudder Inch Three; Inch Four Makes it way, I plead Inch Five, Six, Seven Makes its way, I breathe Inch Eight; Inch NINE; INCH TEN makes its way in my soul!! I scream. Baby boy then begins to draw out teasingly Licking his lips and feeling this shit "So tight, So warm." Baby boy sharply thrusts in defiantly Licking his lips and feeling this shit "Damn, A nigga could get used to this." Baby boy then draws out reluctantly Licking his lips and feeling this shit "Right now, I'm gone!" Baby Boy drriivves deep with his shit Licking his lips and feeling this shit! "Hot Damn! Hot Damn!" Again, and again, and again, again, again, (oooh) and again, (ahh) again, and (ow) again again, again, again, again,again,again,agian,agaianaiagnagianagainagainaigainagainagiain OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "I've waited this long for this to happen And it feels so good. I don't want him to ever leave my ass. I don't want him to ever, ever stop Keep fucking me Keep Fucking Me! Just You ke-ep On Fuck- Ing ME! OH! I can't believe I had to get horribly drunk And get him horribly drunk. Aren't I better than this? Aren't I better than this? This shit feels so good. Don't you fucking stop You straight motherfucker Oh my God!! "I told you ass to be quiet!" Baby boy shouts at me Removing any traces of his stiffness. The world then stopped in its tracks And I only heard the rustle of his jeans. "Don't go," I tried to mutter But he had already gone... That is when I saw My 7-inch cock, Warn and dry, Stare back at me in the mirror I almost cried.

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Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 16:59:36 -0000 From: Ricky G Subject: Housemate to Houseboy (part 4) Housemate to Houseboy (part 4) by Rick Saturday morning found me standing in Andrew's bedroom, wearing Andrew's briefs, waiting for my instructions. Andrew had finished his breakfast and was sitting looking at me. "Okay, off with those briefs," he said. "And come over here." I removed the underwear and walked over to Andrew. "Bend over the bed." I did so. He got up and fetched a slipper. "Right, better get you warmed up for our little trip. I want you to count each one." And count I did, even though it was through gritted teeth by the end. After 75 whacks and my arse feeling like it was on fire, he finally stopped. He rubbed his hand over my backside, producing even more even sensations in my ravaged arse. "Lovely. That should stay nice and warm for a while." He rummaged in a bag and pulled out some clothes. "These are what you will wear when we walk to the swimming pool." He held up the tight red pair of briefs I had worn before, a tight pair of white shorts and a small white T-shirt. I took them and put them on. I had forgotten how tight the briefs felt - and, of course, they felt even worse against my sensitive backside. I pulled on the shorts and realised that not only did they fit tightly but they were very thin and almost transparent - anyone would be able to see my underwear through them. The T-shirt fitted almost like a second skin, but was a little too short, leaving my belly button exposed. Andrew came up behind me and rubbed his hands appreciatively over my arse. "Excellent, you'll look a treat as we walk along." I turned to say something, but he put his hand to my mouth. "You don't want to disappoint me, do you?" And the strange thing was, I didn't. I knew he had the photos of me which he had threatened to distribute via the internet, but even that made no difference to my feelings for this man. I loved him and wanted to do whatever would make him happy. That didn't stop me feeling nervous as I waited for him in the hall, while he got ready. Eventually he came down the stairs and threw a bag at me. "There's your swimming stuff." We set off - the pool was only about ten minutes walk from our house, but it felt like the longest walk of my life. Andrew instructed me to walk a few feet ahead of him - I'm sure he wanted to look at my arse as we walked. I also got some strange looks from some of the passers-by and an inviting smile from a handsome young man out walking his dog. After this long walk we eventually arrived. Andrew paid and we made our way to the changing rooms. As we arrived at the door, he stopped me and said: "As soon as you get inside I want you to take off all your clothes and go to the loo. Then wander around a bit, so people can enjoy your red arse." I was nervous, but determined to do what he asked me to. Inside the door I took off my clothes and dropped them on the first bench. The toilet was at the opposite end of the changing rooms and it was a long, lonely walk there, past a number of men who were changing. They all seemed to be looking at me, and I certainly heard whispering and laughing behind me as I passed them. I had a piss and then returned to Andrew, again feeling very self-conscious - by the time I got back to him I swear my cheeks were as red as my arse. "Get your kit on, then," he said, "I'm waiting." I looked in the bag and found the towel he'd put in. I hunted for swimming trunks, but there were none. Instead I found a pair of Andrew's white briefs, presumably the ones he had worn this morning as they were still warm to the touch. I turned and looked at Andrew. "Well, go on," he said, "put them on." I realised he had set me up - there wasn't even any sign of the clothes I had worn there. After all, I thought he red briefs might have been better than these white ones. Shrugging in resignation, I pulled out the briefs and put them on. I followed Andrew out into the main pool area, where he immediately pushed me in. I came up spluttering and he leant over and helped me climb out. As I did so, I heard some young women nearby giggling and pointing. I looked down and discovered that the briefs had become virtually transparent when wet. I tried to cover myself up, but Andrew hissed at me angrily: "Take your hands away. If you can't be bothered to wear proper trunks, you' ll have to put up with people's attentions." A crowd of boys, I'd say about twelve years old, passed and had a good gawp. Some of them started making some very rude comments. I found myself growing ever redder. Andrew insisted I go back in the water and `play' with him. This involved him holding me under for long periods or just playing with cock or arse under the water. After a while he swam away - I wondered what he was up to, and then noticed him talking to the group of boys who'd passed me earlier. He swam back. "I'm going to sit on the side for a while." He got out and wrapped his towel around him. I stood there wondering what to do now, when suddenly the gang of boys came splashing up to me. I thought they might be being friendly, until two of them grabbed me and pulled me under the water. As I struggled with them, I felt two others pulling the briefs off my arse and then right off. They swam away yelping and shouting. I was about to follow them when Andrew came over to the edge. "Time to get out, I think." He grabbed my arm and forced me to start climbing out of the water. I tried to pull back, but he had got me in too strong a pull. I clambered out and then blushed even worse than before. I was completely naked and exposed before everyone else. I looked for my towel, but saw that Andrew had wrapped both his and my towels round his body. "Please, sir, may I have my towel?" He looked surprised. "And leave me wet and cold? No. I think you should walk back very slowly to the changing room. And don't try to cover yourself up. I will join you there shortly." I started the walk back, aware of all eyes upon me, and the laughing and insults that were being hurled at me. I went and sat down on a bench and very nearly burst into tears. I couldn't believe he had done that! At that moment I was almost ready to give up on our agreement and risk him disclosing the photographs. He walked in and stood in front of me, holding out my towel, which I grabbed quickly and wrapped myself in. He sat beside me and put an arm round me. "I'm really impressed you did all that, without complaining. I think you deserve a reward. Come with me." I followed him to one of the small cubicles that lined a section of one of the walls. He closed and bolted the door behind us. I felt his hand push my head down until I sank onto my knees, face a mere centimetre from his groin. I licked at his cock through his black trunks, enjoying the feel of his cock and the sensuous feel of the material stretched over it. I reached up to pull his trunks down past his thighs and swallowed his length into my mouth. I glanced up at him and moved my hands round to knead his buttocks. Slowly, tentatively I used my tongue to yet again explore his silken skin, tracing the veins that stood out angrily. I felt my own cock grow hard. I sucked and explored, building up a rhythm until I felt him explode in my mouth. At almost the same second my own cock exploded spurting out great globes of spunk (I had not had any relief in the days since Andrew had become my master). Andrew pulled his cock out of my mouth abruptly. "Who gave you permission to come?" I hung my head. "No-one, sir. I'm sorry, sir. I haven't come since you became my master and the excitement was all too much for me." "You must be punished for that, my little cocksucker." There was a pause while he thought. "Okay, you will go to the showers and ask any men there if they would like a blow job. Tell them how much you like the taste of their cocks and how you would like them to wipe their cocks in your hair after they finish. That will be the sign to me that you have done what you were told." "But what if they say no?" "Then you must wait until you can find someone who says yes. Now go." I slipped out of the cubicle, ashamed of letting my master down, but excited and nervous about my punishment. I stepped into the shower. There were three men showering, two in their twenties, one only about eighteen. They were all good-looking with large cocks. "Ummm... excuse me, gentlemen. I... err... I love the taste of men's cock in my mouth. I would be very grateful if any of you would let me suck your cock, especially if you would wipe your cock in my hair afterwards." It was said. I was standing there naked offering to suck men's cocks. What had happened to me in the last few days? And why was I enjoying myself so much? The two older men looked at each other, the younger man kept showering, apparently ignoring me. "We're on for that," said one of the older men. He stepped forward and I fell to my knees, hungry to have his cock in my mouth. His skin had a different texture and taste to Andrew's, but his smell was very attractive. I worked quite quickly using my tongue and my lips as sensuously as I could. It was only a matter of minutes before he came in my mouth in great spurts and then removed his cock and wiped it in my hair. He patted me on the head. "You'll enjoy this, John. This little cocksucker does a good job, better even than my girlfriend." A second cock was inserted in my mouth. I again used my lips and tongue to their full extent, sucking, licking and even nibbling a little. It took John a little longer but he soon came in my mouth too. I drank down his come, while he wiped his cock in my hair. The two men walked off chattering as if being given a blow job in the showers was an everyday occurrence. I stood up but felt a hand push me against the wall. "Where do you think you're going?" It was the eighteen year old, his hands firm but not rough on me. "I thought you didn't want a blow job..." I stuttered. "Oh no, I don't," he replied, "But I would like to fuck you. Interested?" I paused for a moment, considering. I'd hoped that Andrew would fuck me sooner or later, but decided that that didn't stop me enjoying this now. "Yes," I said, "but don't be too hard - I haven't been fucked in a while." He nodded and kissed the back of my neck. His breath was delightful against my skin and I knew I would enjoy this. He rubbed some soap on his finger and then traced down my arse crack. I bent forward a bit to give him easier access, opening my thighs as much as I could manage. His finger slipped inside without any fuss, followed by a second and a third one. I could feel him stretching me gently and at one point I shuddered as he brushed against my prostrate. Then he withdrew his fingers, soaped up his cock and pushed it forward into my pucker. I gave a quick gasp. It was big! But he had loosened me well and was very gentle inserting it, so I felt very little pain, just the joy of being filled by another man's cock. He began to pump slowly and then faster and faster, holding my hips to give him extra control as he fucked me. At points his balls would slap against my still-sore arse, at others he would feel like he had almost withdrawn. Faster and faster became his rhythm until I felt him freeze and then spurt his juices inside me, warming my inside. He leaned forward and kissed my neck again and then withdrew. I leaned against the wall for a moment and when I turned he was gone. I made my way back to Andrew and pointed to the dried come in my hair. "How many men's cocks did you suck?" "Two, sir." "That seems to have taken you a long time." "Well, I was fucked by another man, as well, sir." Was that a light of anger or jealousy in his eyes? "Oh really? Well, we'd better not let that come escape then had we?" He pulled something out of his bag and turned me round, bending me over. There was pressure at my arse, although after my fucking it didn't seem too noticeable. Again I felt the increasing size of a butt plug, before my sphincter shrunk round its base, clamping it in place. Andrew turned me round again. "Next size up," he smiled at me. "Now get dressed." He walked out of the cubicle. On the bench were the red briefs and tight white T-shirt from earlier, but no sign of the shorts. I pulled both on and then stepped out of the cubicle. "Excuse me, sir. You've forgotten to give me the shorts." "No, I haven't. You're walking home like that." "Like this?" "Unless you choose to argue - in which you can lose the briefs as well." I sighed - I'd been so exposed this morning, did it really make any difference now? We walked back, me again some distance in front of Andrew. I was walking up the road with everyone being able to see my underwear, dried come in my hair and a butt plug up my arse - and surprisingly, even with some odd stares I got from people, I was quite enjoying myself. As we walked through the door, Andrew said, "T-shirt." I knew what he meant - I was only allowed to wear briefs round the house. I pulled off the T-shirt and handed it to him. He took it and glanced at his watch. "Enough time for you to go and make some lunch. We've got a visitor coming over this afternoon. He's looking forward to meeting you." Now why did that thought fill me with an equal mixture of fear and delight? to be continued

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Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 14:50:41 From: john smith Subject: Living At Dad's House: Part 9 THE FOLLOWING STORY IS FICTION. If you are under age 18, or are offended by stories of homosexual S and M, go away and don't read this. THE STORY IS NOT INTENDED TO CONDONE OR ENCOURAGE THE ABUSE OF MINORS. IF YOU FIND THIS SCENE INTERESTING AND ARE TRAVELLING TO SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, YOU MAY E MAIL ME AT ostrich78@hotmail.com Living At Dad's House: Part IX It was a long night tied up like that with our asses burning. On top of it all, Hawaii, unlike Southern California, has mosquitoes. We each got a dozen mosquito bites. It was impossible to sleep, so we talked. "Jason, I'm so sorry...I've never seen him like this" I said. "It's not your fault...I seduced you on the beach" said Jason. "I wanted it though...I love you Jason" I cried. "I love you to Scott" was his reply, and we both cried, not from the pain but from the incredible well of emotion we both felt. "Its not normal" I said... "We must be gay..." "So What if we are" said Jason: "We have to be what we are". "You're right Jason...God if I hadn't had that birthday we wouldn't be here and you wouldn't have gotten beaten so badly". "If we hadn't been stupid we wouldn't have been beaten so badly: it was our fault; we deserved it" was the reply. "I suppose you're right" I said, and we lapsed into silence. An hour or two later, as we were both standing in agony, our asses bruised and burning; our arms sore from the bonds holding them to the tree, we were both in kind of a semi conscious state. The silence was broken by Jason: "I've got to pee" he said. "Me too, no way I can hold it `til morning". We both relaxed and let our bladders empty, the loud sound of two strong adolescent streams of urine hitting the palm bark. I could feel some of it on my bare feet, and was sure Jason had the same problem. A few hours later, Jason began moaning and said "GOD I hurt..." my love, my idol, then whimpered for a bit and my heart was torn in two. "It's going to be OK Jason, its almost morning and it will be over" I said in an attempt to console him. It ended with both of us crying. At about 5:00 am, dad came down in a much calmer state. He untied our hands and rubbed them and our shoulders until our arms woke up. "I'm sorry I had to do that boys" he said with conviction. "We deserved it" said both Jason and I. "Why don't you boys take a quick swim in the salt water then come up to the house?" said dad. "Yeah, I could use to cool off my buns" I said in an attempt at humor. Then Jason and I went for a swim together while dad went back to the house. In the surf, Jason and I kissed deeply. "I love you" was exchanged between us both. Then, we went up to the house and went inside. "Hit the showers boys and I'll have breakfast ready" said my dad. Jason and I got cleaned up, and in the light saw what had become of our firm, smooth adolescent asses. I saw his first: it looked bad. The whole thing was covered in bruises that kind of ran together from the paddling. Superimposed on these were the strap marks all over the ass and even the thighs halfway down to the knees. Even in shorts or swim trunks, it was going to be obvious we got whipped. I reached out to touch him, and he winced as my finger touched his behind. Then he looked at me and gave a low whistle... "CHRIST...you're a mess Scott" he said. We showered together and gently washed one another. We embraced under the cool water, kissed deeply, then ended our shower by drying one another off, putting on our boxers, and going out. Dad had laid out breakfast, but had put it up on the breakfast bar instead of the table. "I figured you guys would rather eat standing up" he said. "Yes sir, that's about right" we replied, with a smile. Suddenly it hit me: "This is really weird" I thought. "He just gave us the beating of our lives, yet there is this warmth between us...even Jason feels it...the looks, the sense of closeness...". I was snapped out of my reverie when Jason asked me to pass the salt. We ate a huge meal of eggs, pancakes, bacon, and pineapple. As we finished, I moved to clear the dishes and begin the clean up. "Its OK, you have the day off" said dad. "You both need some sleep" he said, and sent us off to bed. He must have been right: we fell asleep in minutes and didn't wake up until about 2:00. With the resilience of youth, I realized that my ass was already a little better. I leaned over and kissed Jason, and he returned the gesture passionately. "Better get up and get lunch" I said. We went out to find a note from dad and lunch plus dinner already made. The note read as follows: "You boys are obviously in love. I think that is a beautiful thing. You should spend the afternoon and evening comforting one another. All I ask is that you take precautions and play it safe: I love you and don't want to lose you. You will find something you need in your bathroom cabinet". Jason and I embraced and began to feel one another. "I'm hungry, lets eat first" said Jason. Dad must have known we'd be hungry because he left 4 sandwiches for each of us. WE inhaled them together with a couple of cokes, then headed into the bedroom. We lay on the bed next to each other and gently began tracing the smooth muscles of the other with our index finger. We slowly explored and tickled one another's body for at least an hour before we kissed. Then we began to embrace more passionately as we became more aroused. We ultimately sucked each other off, and both swallowed huge loads of cum. After an hour of holding one another, I got up and brought a coke for each of us. "I can't believe your dad is OK with this" said Jason. "Mine would kill us both". I replied "Sometimes he really surprises me; he can be so tough and demanding, then so gentle. When I am bad he punishes me severely; but at other times he is so encouraging and loving...I wish I had gotten to know him better when I was younger and living with my mom". Jason reflected for a minute then replied "You know, my dad is more or less the same way, but he is so homophobic that I don't think he could deal with this". I got up and decided to go pee. While in the bathroom, I recalled dad's words and opened the cabinet. Never in a million years would I have predicted this: inside were two 36 packs of Trojans and a large tube of lube. On it was a note "Play safe son". With my mouth agape, I walked out to the bedroom and showed Jason. He just shook his head in disbelief. Then he opened up the pack of condoms, and bent over to kiss me and said "we can't disobey your dad". What followed was my first intercourse experience. Jason had never done it before either, but you would have thought he had. He spent at least an hour getting me totally horny. He rimmed me for 20 minutes! By the end of that I was begging to be fucked. Even though he was as horny as he could possibly get, he took the time to lubricate me and his condom encased 9 inch cock. I looked at it and swallowed: would that thing fit? I was scared and excited at the same time. Jason gently laid me on my back, and picked up my thighs so that my asshole was exposed. He gently touched his knob to my asshole, and it puckered in a strong reflex. However, as he stayed there, it relaxed, and he began to insert. I gasped as the head went through my anal sphincter, and he stopped, looking alarmed. "I don't want to hurt you Scott" he said. "Just go slowly Jason, I really want this" was my reply. He spent the next 20 minutes working his cock in all the way. To my surprise, my ass accommodated that big dick, and it began to feel good. Ever so gently, he began to rock his pelvis as his cock moved inside of me. I felt this incredible pressure on my prostate and a tingling in my dick. "Harder Jason...FUCK me" I said. He picked up the tempo a bit, and I just couldn't get enough. "MORE, MORE, HARDER" Jason complied. He was a teen stallion, and he hammered away at my ass. I was moaning and crying "OH YEAH" when after a few minutes he shot his load and collapsed on my chest. We kissed deeply, and he withdrew. The end of the condom looked like a water balloon: he must have cum at least a couple of tablespoons! We held each other for a while, then he said "Now its your turn". I was surprised: Jason is so much bigger and stronger, and has the more assertive personality of the two of us. It didn't really occur to me that I would get to fuck him, but I didn't have to be asked twice! Just as Jason did with me, I began gently. I gradually inserted my cock, though with its smaller size, he didn't seem to have too much trouble with it. Then I slowly began to thrust in and out, like I had seen Jason do. He went wild: "Harder...Slam it in...OH YEAH...FUCK ME HARDER.." said Jason. I was only too happy to cooperate and slammed in and out as hard as I could. My Balls were slamming up against his ass with each thrust. I pounded into him for at least 15 minutes before shooting my load. We both were covered with sweat and exhausted at the end of it. Eventually, we got out of bed and showered together and got rid of the "evidence" of our activities. Even though dad knew, it just didn't seem right to leave used condoms around. TO BE CONTINUED.

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Date: Fri, 30 Aug 2002 19:27:36 +0000 From: john smith Subject: Living At Dad's House: Part XIV LIVING AT DAD'S HOUSE, PART XIV The following is a homoerotic story involving spanking, SM, father-son sexuality, and domination. IF you are under age or this offends you, then go away and don't read it. The author is open to constructive suggestions regarding the story. I also am open to hearing from San Diego men over the age of 18 who might wish to enact some of this in the real world. My e mail is ostrich78@hotmail.com We came out of the bedroom in time for dinner, and after we ate watched a little tv with dad. By 8, we were back in our room together, sitting and talking. Jason seemed to want to talk about something, but he was nervous and kept being silly. Finally, as we sat with my arm around his shoulder and his head nestled in against my neck, he mumbled a question. "can we do more of that?" he whispered. "More of what?" I asked, somewhat perplexed as to what he was referencing. "That stuff where you don't let me cum and I have to beg for it" he said, with the hesitant tone that gave away his discomfort with the request. "Sure" I said, "It was fun, watching you squirm and being all horned up but unable to do anything about it" "You mean it...I thought maybe you would think it was dumb...boring for you..". "Anything that makes you happy is not boring for me". I stated emphatically. "Anything..." he said, obviously leading up to something. I was a little concerned as to what `anything' might mean, so I backpedaled some: "well almost anything...what do you have in mind?" Jason didn't reply for several minutes, he lay with his head agains my chest and neck and I played with his hair. Then, in that same soft, reticent, boyish voice he said "sometimes I think about things...things that aren't normal" he revealed in hushed tones. "What do you mean?" I asked, wondering where this was leading. "Promise you won't laugh" he said. "I promise" I assured him. Then it all came out quite quickly: "Scott, I think about being tied up and tortured; having to be your slave and do whatever you say; having you not let me cum until I beg for it; being spanked by you with whips and things... God, I can't believe I said it" said Jason. "I can't either" I replied, buying time, but then I saw a tear and his crestfallen face. He thought I was turned off by his revelation. Quite to the contrary, my dick was about to pop right through my jeans. I made a decision. "Stand up Jason" I said in what I hoped would be an authoritative voice. Jason stood up, and a tear dripped down his cheek. He thought he had said the wrong thing and would be sent away. I disavowed him of this notion with the next command. "Strip boy". Jason beamed from ear to ear and said "yes Sir" as he fumbled with the button on his jeans and with trembling hands removed them. His shirt and boxers followed quickly, though he had to stuff his hard dick back through the fly to drop his boxers. He had undressed many times in front of me, but never with such a look of nervous expectation. "Get on your knees boy" I said, feeling simultaneously silly and turned on. Jason did so quickly, and from that vantage point was gazing at my crotch. I lewdly grasped my basked and held it as he stared: "You want this boy?" I asked. "Yes, oh Yes, please Scott can I have it?" he replied earnestly. "Not until you learn to call me Sir or Master, boy" I replied. "Ugh...Sorry Sc..Sir... can I please have your cock?" "Get over here and get my jeans down boy" I commanded. He had my jeans around my ankles in a minute, and I stepped out of them. "Now my boxers boy...NO NOT THAT WAY...use your teeth boy". Jason struggled to get my boxers off that way. I have a thin waist and nice hips, so it wasn't all that easy. He had to tug first on one side, then on the other. It must have taken hime 3 minutes to get them off. "Now lick my thighs and balls Jason" I said. Jason hurried to comply. It was kind of weird. Jason would have done it anyway, but something about telling him to do it made it a turn on for me. I looked down and saw him dripping precum like a faucet and knew it was also exciting for him. "Now my cock, boy" I said, getting into the role. Jason nearly swallowed the whole thing. Of course, I'm not hung anywhere near as big as he is, but even so, it was impressive to see him take it in one gulp. He was furiously sucking my dick, cheeks drawn in as if he were slurping a milkshake through a straw; occasionally pausing to flick his tongue under the head. I was soon getting close to cumming, so I roughly pushed him away and he rolled back on the carpet on his back. "Get over there and bend over the bed boy" I commanded. Jason quickly got up, leaving a string of precum from his dick to the floor, which then broke loose as he went to the end of the bed and bent over it. I reached into the drawar by the bed, took out a condom and lube, quickly put it on and placed a little lube on my dickhead, then in one strong thrust rammed my cock to the hilt. "OOOOOH" Jason said, in mixed surprise, pain, and pleasure. I began to thrust in and out hard. "Oh Yeaahhh...fuck me Scott...harder...come on..." Came the muffled words up from his mouth which was pressed into the mattress. I rammed harder, causing him to slip forward on the bed. I held his hands above his head, and rammed as hard and as fast as I could. It was what I imagined a rape scene to be like. Jason was totally into it. He was gasping and thrusting his ass backward and making low animal noises. In a few minutes I shot what felt like a gallon. When I withdrew and told Jason to turn around, I saw that he too had cum. Even with his hands over his head; no chance co stimulate his cock; just my forceful fucking had caused him to erupt. I kissed him, then held him in my arms. "Thanks Scott" said Jason after a time. "No problem Jason, that was a total turn on for me" I replied. We snuggled and held one another and kissed for a while, then drifted off to sleep.

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Date: Sun, 8 Sep 2002 13:48:46 -0400 From: istari Subject: Mastering Alex 10 - 12 The following story describes the evolving relationship between and man and a soon-to-be thirteen-year-old boy. It is the story of a safe, loving, consensual, dominant/submissive relationship and does contain scenes of bondage, sado-masochism, etc. If that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading. This story is utter fiction, the product perhaps of my own childhood fantasies, and nothing more. Comments are welcome at istari_olias@hotmail.com Mastering Alex Chapter 10: A Close Shave "You are doing very well with him, Steven," Robert said as he offered me a chair. I was still amazed at just how easy it had been. "Seems I just know what to say, and what to do." "You've both found your natural role. Never be afraid of it. He isn't. There will be struggles, you know," he said. "Limits he must overcome, abuse you must help him conquer. Alex will look to you for that. He's chosen you to be his master. That is a great responsibility." "How far should I go, Rob?" "As far as you wish, Steven. You are his master. You decide what his limits are, not him. A good master works slowly. Break him a little more each day, then do it again, and again. When you come upon a wall, and I suspect he has many, you must get past it. Be relentless. Be ruthless. Being soft when he needs you to be cruel serves neither of you." "But when does that become abuse? When do we cross that line?" "Don't concern yourself with that. You may think the line is difficult to see, but, when you do approach it, it becomes very clear. Alex is a pure submissive, and a masochist. There is little he won't endure for you. There are limits and then there are limits. You will do things that may scare him, certainly you will do things that will hurt him, but these are things he wants, more desperately than you can ever know. He does have boundaries though, walls, as I said, that you must respect. Lines you can only cross together. When you find them, it is up to you to chart his course, but he must be ready and able to follow. Ninety-nine times he will shout 'no', he will beg you to stop, but he won't mean it. That one time, when he does mean it, that is when you must give him room, then and only then let him decide. If he trusts you, he will let you take him beyond his limits. It's a profound trust. Don't abuse it." "I could never. This is a bit frightening. We are walking on an edge, I feel it already." "Yes. I can see it in his eyes. He is desperate. He needs to be dominated and humiliated, but he is afraid. His fear is very real, make no mistake, but there is nothing wrong or dangerous about fear in and of itself. Go slowly. Go safely. Have you chosen a safeword for him?" I'd just read about that before bringing him here. "No," I said. Robert nodded in understanding. "No wonder then you feel like you're walking on an edge. You have been. His safeword is for both of you, his protection and yours. Do not go another day without discussing this with him. I know a few associates who work without them. Dangerous and stupid. I am your friend, Steven, I will also be your confidant, and I will help in the boy's training, when you ask it of me. It is clear that Alex is a slave. He must be treated as a slave. His age, as far as that fact is concerned, is totally irrelevant to me. However, if I should discover that you are being careless with him, or working without the protections he deserves as a human being, I will take appropriate actions." His voice was not menacing, his eyes were still warm toward me, all the more reason I knew it was not a threat, but a statement of fact. "I would never hurt Alex, not like that." "I know. But a master's power sometimes becomes addictive, and you do have a propensity for addictions, don't you?" "I do." "Then be aware of that. Being a master is about control, of your slave, and of yourself. Do not place one at the expense of the other." "Which word should we choose?" "Oh, that is entirely up to you. Something easy for him to remember, and something easy for him to say under stress. Something that suits him. I gave Michael 'willow'. You can have him choose it on his own, or you can decide for him." "As soon as we're home." "Excellent. Ah, it appears our two young slaves are almost ready for us." I looked off into the dining room to see Alex carefully setting the table. Adjusting the wineglasses just right. Naked except for his chastity belt, he was completely adorable. Vulnerable and sexy all at once. "I've been thinking I should shave his head," I said conversationally as I watched his graceful form. Robert was quite impressed, and gave me that soft laugh of his. "I can see you're not going to need much help from me where his training is concerned. And you're right. A novice slave must have his head shaved. It's an old ritual, but a good one. The next step in his transformation. Death and rebirth, for some slaves that is really what it's all about. I think it's that way for Alex. He does have a past he needs to put behind him, once and for all. Kill a little piece of that today, and you can begin to set him free." "Free him by enslaving him." "Ironic isn't it? It was the same for Michael." "Can we do it here?" "Absolutely. There should be witnesses. It's an important moment for you both. We'll do it here in the study. I'll have Michael prepare everything while Alex serves us dinner." Dinner was quite good, considering it came from the hands of an eighteen-year-old and a twelve-year-old. Robert had obviously taught Michael to cook. Alex was no stranger to kitchen duty either, but I realized this would be a new skill he would learn, and soon. Having a naked boy to cook and serve your meals was a very arousing thought. Robert sent Michael off on the prescribed mission, leaving Alex to do the serving. He was unsure and nervous, but together we worked him through it. With our blessings he then made his own plate. At first he stood to eat, as was our rule at home. Robert had other plans. "Slaves eat on the floor in this house, Steven," he said to me. "Please correct Alexander." Alex looked up at me with wide eyes, afraid he'd done something terribly wrong. "Not your fault, Alex," I said gently. "I should have asked our host before we started. On the floor, now," I said. Alex immediately put his plate down on the hardwood, and sitting cross-legged, a real effort with the butt plug inside him, he went about feeding himself. I turned to Robert. "Please accept my apology for Alexander's behavior. The blame is entirely mine." Michael returned shortly thereafter, fixed himself a plate with his master's tacit permission, and joined Alex on the floor. Watching them, I could see they were becoming friends. Alex had so few, and despite the difference in their age, I was glad to see it. Watching Robert and Michael was also an education. Mikey had been his slave for four years now. Not yet fifteen years old when Robert took him off the streets, the skinny blond-haired boy had grown into a confident and well- adjusted young man. It amazed me how few words actually passed between them. Robert was not constantly giving orders. He did not need to. Michael knew his duties and performed them without question or hesitation. Dinner over, the slaves quietly and efficiently cleared the table. I heard the customary rattle of dishes and glasses that told me Alex was filling our host's dishwasher. "Probably shouldn't have let him touch the plates," I said morosely. "He's a bit of a whirlwind with that kind of stuff." Robert laughed. The boys returned and awaited our pleasure. I could see in his eyes that Alex knew something was coming, something important. Silently we led them back to the study. Michael had cleared the center of the room and rolled the antique Persian back, revealing a beautiful hardwood parquet. He'd moved a small table close at hand, and upon it there was an electric shaver, a straight razor, several soft towels and a bowl. "Alex, take the bowl," I said, "and fill it with hot water." Perhaps not entirely sure what was about to happen, Alex scurried off with the bowl and returned it full of steaming water to its place on the table. He looked at us expectantly. Robert began. "Time for your next lesson. Kneel." Alex looked to me for permission then gracefully lowered himself to his knees. "Put your knees together, boy," Robert ordered. "Now your ankles. Your legs are to touch in this position. Very good. Now, straighten up. Eyes forward. Hands behind your back. Keep them there." Michael handed his master a thin leather strap. With practiced speed and skill, Robert quickly bound Alex' hands behind him. "What are you doing, Alexander?" "I'm kneeling, sir." "Correct. Position two is `Kneel'. Remember." "I will, sir." Robert stood back. It was time. The electric shaver was already plugged in. I took it in my right hand and stood before my twelve-year-old slave. "I'm going to shave your head now, Alex," I told him. His reaction was a subtle mix of dread and excitement. I could tell by the motion in his hips that his cock was trying to erect itself. "Be still." "Yes, master." The buzzing of the shaver filled the room. Alex' hair was fairly short to begin with, but the change needed to be made. I made the first pass right down the middle, cropping his chestnut brown to a barely visible stubble. The weight of this moment got to him quickly, and the first tears formed in his eyes. By the time I was finishing up around his ears, he was crying softly. Still his expression was one of devotion and bravery. "Alright?" I whispered gently as I shut off the shaver. He nodded. His tears continued to fall. I wetted a towel with the warm water. Robert handed me the shaving gel. Soon it covered the boy's head. With great care I removed the remaining stubble with the straight razor. More water and a clean towel and the job was done. Through it all he'd stayed perfectly still for me. I hadn't left a nick or scratch to mar the boy's now perfectly shaven head. Alex was still crying, and he pressed himself into my arms. I could tell he was desperate to hug me, but his bound hands prevented it. I ran my hands over his denuded scalp, amazed at how soft and pale the skin was, never touched by the sun. I would let him grow his hair back to a respectable length before school started again, but for the rest of the summer he would be bald, with only a light stubble to remind him he'd once had hair. With Alex now a properly shaved and in his chastity belt, Robert and I decided it was time for him to service us. We stripped off our clothes. Robert was considerably larger than I, and Alex eyed his monstrous cock with lust and trepidation. We kept the boy on his knees, with his hands still tied behind his back. Robert went first. He wasn't into boys necessarily, but the age of the mouth doesn't really matter where a good cocksucking is concerned. And Alex is very good. He devoured as much of him as his young throat could take. Little muffled grunts came from him. Without his hands, he had only his mouth to steady him on Robert's cock. The boy gagged a few times, but Robert never let up. Alex was soon slurping and sucking and getting his mouth well fucked. His eyes were glazed, focused only on the giant pole worming down his throat. After several very hot minutes, Robert growled and grabbed Alex' newly shaven head, thrusting violently in and out. He came in my boy's mouth, copiously. Without letting the boy wipe the spunk from his chin, I took Robert's place in front of him. Alex looked up at me with hungry eyes. "Pleasure your master," I told him, and he went down on my cock with far more vigor than he'd shown Robert. This pleased me almost as much as his dancing well-trained tongue. As Alex sucked me, Robert picked up the tawse and gave the boy a gentle but continuous thrashing across his back, just enough to make him squirm and groan. I came in him without warning, but he took all of my seed and swallowed it greedily. "Stand," I told him. He struggled to his feet, showing the first signs of fatigue. We left his wrists tied behind him. Cum dripped from the corners of his mouth and onto his chin. Alex had a wild look in his eyes, one I'd grown accustomed to seeing over the last few years. "You want to cum, don't you?" He nodded emphatically. "Yes, master, I do, very much." He was shifting back and forth on his fast-growing feet, trying to get some pleasure, any pleasure, out of the metal device which encased his cock. "Good. I'm going to like having you horny all the time." Alex let out a frustrated whimper. I had him turn around and untied the leather strap that bound his wrists. As if on cue, Michael appeared with broom and dustpan. I nodded my approval and he handed them both to Alex, whose hair was still all over the hardwood floor of the study. "Clean this up, then wash your face. Robert still needs to take your measurements." Take them he did, with clinical, almost heartless efficiency, treating the boy more like he was a horse or cattle. The measuring tape went first around his forehead, then around his neck. Robert would call out the numbers to Michael who wrote them down. Then Alexander's chest, his arms, his wrists, his waist were all recorded. As if he were a piece of meat, his thighs were measured, then his ankles. His height standing. His height kneeling. Robert ordered him onto all fours and measured his height from the floor. Back on two feet, a series of rubber balls were placed in the boy's mouth until Robert found one that satisfied him. "You don't still have any baby teeth, do you?" "No, sir." Robert handed the ball to Michael, who dutifully recorded its size. "That's all I need for now," Robert said, patting the boy's behind. "Give me a few days. I'll deliver them when I'm finished." We left Michael and Alex standing ignored while we talked about sports and politics. It was late in the evening when our conversation finally ended. Poor Alex was nearly asleep on his feet. I got him back into his clothes and Robert walked us to the door. He shook Alexander's hand. "You're off to a good start, boy. I'll expect great things from you." "I'll do my best, sir," he replied through a colossal yawn. "I'll see to that, Alex," I said. "I'll see to that." The boy crawled into the passenger seat and was asleep before we left the driveway. Chapter 11: New Arrangements "Wake up, kid," I said as I gently shook my sleeping boy. Alex had dragged himself from the truck the night before. I stripped him on the front porch and sent him straight up to his room. I'd planned on using the ropes again, but he was already snoring softly by the time I got upstairs. It occurred to me we would definitely try sleep deprivation sooner or later, but not this night, not after so much so important had just happened. I pulled a blanket over him and left him to dream. During the night I'd begun to imagine how I'd chart out our regular routine, especially over these next eight weeks before school started again. I wrote some ideas down and took some time to get a few things ready for the morning, before finally turning in myself. I was looking forward to implementing a strict regime for Alexander, and when morning came, so too did a strong resolve to see it through. "Wake up," I called again, squeezing his shoulder. He was still wrapped in his blankets and he blinked his eyes open reluctantly. He gave me that `leave me alone I'm sleeping' look, but it wasn't going to work. "Come on, Alex," I said a little more sternly. "We've got work to do today, and you've already broken one of your rules. You're supposed to be awake and waiting for me, remember?" That stirred him a bit more, and he slowly got his feet onto the floor. "Sorry, sir." "That's not quite good enough. When you break a rule, you have to be punished. Over my knee, right now." He was about to laugh, but the look on my face clammed him up quickly. "I'm too big for that, aren't I?" he said half jokingly. "Did I ask your opinion?" He stood up straight and looked me in the eye. "No, sir. I'm sorry, sir." In fact he was almost too big. I'd have to find a more permanent solution for administering spankings, but for this morning my lap would suffice. He squirmed around a little at first and we had to spend a few minutes getting him balanced. Then I brought my hand down onto his rear end. If he was expecting a light spanking, he was mistaken. I laid into him firmly. He shouted and bucked wildly, and with my free arm I held him down. "Don't move," I told him as I landed another swat to his round globes. "Start counting. From now on, you'll get ten of these every morning, regardless. You get ten more today as punishment for breaking a rule. Let me hear you." I spanked him again, quite a bit harder than the two before. "Three," he said, his voice strong and sure, almost defiant. He ground his bound-up cock against my leg in a hopeless attempt at release. By the time he said "Ten," he was humping my leg fiercely, and frustration filled his voice. I made sure my hand made contact with the end of the butt plug three or four times in a row, driving the thing a little deeper inside him. Each time that happened Alex' voice strained a full octave higher, and his count was barely a squeak. By "Twenty," his voice was weak and wavering, and just starting to thicken with tears. His cheeks were a warm, glowing pink when I put him back on his feet. He was panting, and his desperate need to cum was plain in his eyes. I pulled him close and hugged him, then kissed him deeply. Alex returned my affections frantically. I knew he wanted to get out of his belt, but he didn't ask. "You're just dying to cum, aren't you?" "I can't stop thinking about it," he said as he pressed his head against my chest. "All I wanna do is jerk off, but I can't." "And you never will. Not while I'm your master." Alex took in a sharp breath. "It's killing me, you know that." "Don't be so dramatic. You'll live. Besides, that's the whole idea. I want you horny all the time. I want you wound up and bound up and ready to explode." "Shit. That's just mean." "Sadistic is a better word. Do you think your master is treating you unfairly?" My boy gave me a devilish look. His eyes were smiling. "I didn't say that." He held his arms out. "Hold me again." I would have held him all morning, but I did indeed have a lot for him to do today. "Later. Time for you to go to the bathroom." He followed me without question. When he saw what was waiting for him beside the sink, his eyes lit up. I'd had the enema equipment for a few years now. Back when he was nine, Alex had some problems with his bowels. Two weeks of flushing were necessary to get him going again. Now it was going to be a daily part of our lives. "Take a piss." He stood in front of the bowl, aiming up the little hole in the bottom of the metal pod that covered his dick. "What are you doing?" I asked quietly. "I'm pissin', like you said." "Not like that, you're not. From now on you squat. Now turn around and get your little butt over the toilet." It was humiliating for him, but he went for it, just as I knew he would. "Drain that thing good. You won't go again until bedtime." He looked up at me and let it loose. He had a good stream going that seemed to last forever. Amazing just how much a young bladder can hold when it has to. "Stand." Alex was on his feet and in position immediately. "I'm going to clean you out every morning," I explained. "You'll never take a shit without having an enema first, understand?" Dread and uncertainty crossed his face for the first time, but also that look of needful lust. He remembered his last encounter with the enema bag, and what it had done to his little nine-year-old cocklet back then. I could see it in his eyes. "You won't be getting a boner this time. No erections. No orgasms. Just a good flushing. Bend over." "Oh, wow." Almost giddy, he bent at the waist and grabbed his ankles. I unlocked the ass strap on his belt and pulled his plug out, slowly as I'd done the day before. He whimpered quietly. "Into the tub." I made him hook everything up and start the water himself. The bag was filling nicely when I clamped the hose and grabbed the nozzle. "Hold your ankles." Alex didn't hesitate. "Let me have it, sir," he said. I had to laugh. "You're just too willing." But I did let him have it. I shoved the nozzle in fast and hard. He gasped and groaned. Only the hose itself was sticking out of his butt now. The bag was full, and I released the clamp and kept the water flowing. "Aahhh, damn, damn, oooohhhh," he sighed as the water began to fill his guts. "Tell me when you think you're full." It took a few moments of cooing and sighing before the boy told me in a small shaky voice, "I'm full, Steve." That was always a sign the water needed to run for a few more seconds. I counted down in my head then clamped the hose. I turned off the water and gently removed the nozzle. "Don't shit until I give you permission." With that I stuffed his plug back inside him and stood him up. His legs were already wobbly. Alexander's belly was distended and perfectly round. "I look like I'm pregnant," he observed with a grin. I gently pressed my hands to his abdomen, feeling the water slosh around inside. He groaned every time I pushed. Then the first cramp hit and he doubled over. I held him tightly and stroked his shaven head. "Easy, Alex, easy. Just a few minutes. That's all you have to give me." Another cramp in his bowels, but less strong than the first. "Stand," I commanded. He eyed me with hatred, but did what he was told. "Stay there. Don't move." I left him to get my morning coffee started. When I returned, he was shaking all over, but still standing with his hands behind his head and his legs spread wide. He was sweating and his face had gone pale. "Had enough, Alex?" "Yes, sir." I had him squatting over the toilet a moment later. I reached beneath him and pulled on the plug. "Hold it `til I tell you." "I don't know if I can." "Try your best." And he did. Bless his heart. I was prepared for the worst, but when the plug came out, my sweet brave Alex managed to hold everything in for just a few more seconds. Finally he burst, and with a loud cry of relief he crapped his young guts out. Then he just sat there on the toilet with a strange satisfied look on his face. "Now, one more to clean you out." Alex didn't pout or beg not to do it again. He just stood up and assumed his position once more in the tub. This time I tenderly rubbed the backs of my boy's thighs as he stood bent over taking the water from the hose. I didn't make him hold it very long, but as before I pressed against his belly to make sure I had him saturated. Another trip to the toilet, and this time the water came out almost clear. I looked on as he wiped himself and had him bend over once more for inspection. Again the plug was inserted, in one quick push this time, making him jump a little. "Doing ok?" "Yep. It does feel better. Like there's more room for the plug in there now." "That's the idea. Wash up everything and come down to breakfast. We've got something important to talk about. Should have done it last night, but you are just so cute when you're sleeping." "I'm always cute," he replied. "That you are." Breakfast was a quiet affair. Alex was standing as usual, and being very quiet. Something was coming. When we finished I had him sit down. His list of rules was still on the table. "Tell me the truth now, Alex. Are you ok with all this?" "You know I am," he said, but behind his smile I saw there was more. He wouldn't have shared it on his own, so I pressed him. "When you hold something back from me, it's the same thing as lying." Alex' young eyes were earnest and thoughtful when he looked at me. "It's a very strong feeling, sir. Not just down here," he grazed his left hand over the metal pod that kept his genitals forever out of reach. "That's part of it, but, but yesterday, when I had to stand and kneel and be naked, and when Michael whipped me, and when you shaved my head, and then this morning . . . I feel, I don't know, all twisted around inside. It's like I'm becoming a different person." "You are. You can never be just plain Alex again." He nodded and his hazel eyes danced. "I know. I'm Alex the slave. Slave Alex. It does feel different. You were right. This is really big, a lot bigger than me. Real intense, you know, like I can't catch my breath." I rubbed his shaven head. Already there was fine light- colored stubble starting to grow back. "Do you want to slow down a bit?" I asked. "I don't think I could, even if I did want to. I sort of like being out of breath. I like the way it feels." "Alright then. I'll decide how fast or how slow. And how far." "OK. I trust you." "I'm glad, but trust isn't going to be enough for us anymore," I said. "We need to give you a safeword." "What's that?" "It's a word you can use when it gets too hard, or when it hurts too much, or when you're really frightened. When you say it, we stop right away. Whatever we're doing, we stop. That's what a safeword is, a stop sign, for you and for me." "So all I have to do is say it." "That's right. But only that one word. You can beg me to stop. You can cry and scream. And you will do all of those things, but I won't stop unless I want to. That's my decision." His eyes grew wide with that one. "Oh, man. Totally hot." He held his arms out theatrically. "Abuse me!" I knew he was playing, but I took his hands into my own. "That is one thing I will never do. That's why your word is so important. Pick one you'd like, right now. I think you should choose it yourself." Alex answered me with a question. "What kind of word should it be?" I thought for a moment. "It should be something you can remember. Something you can say, even if you're crying or screaming. Something I won't mistake for something else. Maybe something that describes you." One word to describe my Alex? Impossible, or so I thought. He turned away from me, and I knew he was thinking. I gave him time, and we sat in silence. Five, ten, fifteen minutes went by, just the two us together, me gently caressing his shoulders. His vibrant eyes were wet and weeping when he finally looked at me. "Butterfly," he whispered. "It's butterfly." A beautiful word for a beautiful boy. "Why?" I asked. He swallowed hard. His voice trembled as he spoke. "They start off all small and ugly and crawling around. Then they get big and beautiful and they fly. That's what's happening to me." "Oh, Alex." I swept him into my arms and hugged him. "Your word is butterfly. Say it for me." "Butterfly." I wiped the tears from his eyes and then my own. "I didn't mean to make you cry, sir," he said. "You shouldn't. Masters aren't supposed to cry." "Who says? I love a sweet and beautiful boy, and he loves me. I think you're worth crying over." We held each other again. His bare skin was soft and warm and silken. His behind was still sore from his morning discipline, and he winced almost imperceptibly when I touched him there. Simply feeling his warmth, this little man before me, lit a fire in my brain. "Enough of this for now," I finally said. "We have a lot to do today. Go out to the garage and get my toolbox. We're going to make some changes to your room." Alex, naked except for his chastity belt, quickly went off and returned a moment later lugging the large red box in both hands. He's a strong and muscular kid, but it was an old heavy-duty type and quite an effort for him. "Follow me," I said, and he fell in line behind as we climbed the stairs. Once we reached his room, he put the heavy box down with a metallic thud. We both took a look around, Alex with a certain nervous apprehension. It was a large, corner room, which had originally been mine growing up. It had the typical atmosphere of a boy on the verge of adolescence. Just a bit messy, but cleaner than most, I suppose. There were posters on every wall, of soccer stars, football stars, his favorite movies, and lately his favorite bands. Some of his own drawings and sketches were hanging around too, mostly just tacked or taped up, but a few of them I'd framed for him. Alex is a budding artist, and some of his stuff is pretty cool, and very imaginative. He's done a few science fiction scenes for me, which hang in my office. The ones he kept on his own walls were somewhat dark and chaotic. As windows to this boy's troubled soul I often wondered what they might truly mean. Now I was beginning to see them a little more clearly. His desk, in the corner between two windows, was cluttered with a variety of junk that was no doubt very important to him. A few model airplanes hung from the high ceiling. There was his dresser and nightstand, his bookshelves, and his large walk-in closet. There was his bed, with the ropes still tied to it. He had a nice stereo system, a gift from me last year, but no television, no computer, and no telephone. He bugged me for them often, but they are too much a distraction for a boy, keeping him from homework and chores. Alex had learned to do without. There was a notable lack of toys, but Alex was reaching that age where toys were being consigned to the attic, or the garbage, and not eagerly asked for. A few of his favorites remained scattered about, and the old stuffed dog he'd managed to keep with him since he was four. Mostly though it was a toyless room, his first step, every boy's first step, in proclaiming his manhood. "Put on a t-shirt, a plain one," I instructed. "Then get your socks and shoes on." Alex rummaged through his shirt drawer and found a dark blue one. He held it up to his chest for my approval. "Good enough." I watched him wiggle into it. It was an older one and fit him quite snuggly, defining his developing young muscles. It also left his chastity belt in full view. I'm sure he'd chosen it for that very reason. Shoes and socks came next, and he was in his uniform for the day. I took another look around. I'd thought this through from start to finish last night, each step. It was going to be a drastic change for him, but one I knew he'd accept. "First, we're going to remove your door. From now on you have no privacy in this house." That seemed to hit him sharply. A boy's room is his private sanctuary. I was taking that away forever. He looked up at me and bit his lip. Then with a sharp nod he bent down and opened the toolbox. With courageous pride he handed me a screwdriver. We worked together to loosen the screws on the hinges. The door was off in less than a minute, just like that. Together we got it downstairs. He dragged it out to the old barn himself. I was already taking down the curtains and blinds from the windows when he returned. "Take all the clothes out of your closet and hang them in the spare bedroom. Then empty your dresser." We worked into the early afternoon, moving things around and cleaning things out. All of his clothes, as well as his dresser, were now in the room across the hall, which I would keep locked. The windows were left bare. The soft rugs that covered the old hardwood were rolled up and taken away. He himself boxed up the last of his toys, and took down his posters and his drawings. The model airplanes were carefully packed away in a box. In the end we had a cold and barren room. I wasn't sure if I should have let him go so far. Every bit of his wonderful personality once expressed here was gone. All that was left was his bed, his desk and his chair. It left me very sad. I realized I'd started something here that I did not want to see continue. Alex stood in the middle, staring amazed and subdued at this sudden transformation of his once personal space. It was all the more powerful for being so swift and so complete, and so unexpected, and so much at his own hands. "It's . . . a lot bigger than it was before," he observed quietly. "It's too big," I replied. "And it isn't right. It isn't yours anymore, and it should be. Get out a few of your drawings and hang them up again." Alex seemed confused and didn't move. Unlike him not to do what I said. I was mildly sickened by the look of this room, but Alex seemed right at home, and that gave me an uncomfortable feeling. I pried open the box with his youthful artwork neatly packed inside and handed one to him. "I won't let you stop being a person, not for one single minute. I guess that'd be easy for you, but you're better than that." He gave me an unsure smile and I saw his lips quiver for just an instant. "If this is hard for you, I'll help you deal with it, but I'm not just going to let you give up on yourself. That's letting them win. You know who I'm talking about." Alex gazed up at me, and down again at the drawing I'd placed in his hands. Fate is a strange thing. My random selection had brought out one of his darkest and most disturbing creations, and one of my least favorites. In a way it was a self-portrait, and a very sad one. The boy was little more than a stick figure, but the creatures that surrounded him as he cowered near the bottom of the paper were very detailed. Sharp teeth, grasping claws, evil red eyes all trained on that shivering little child who really had no face or form of his own. My heart ached for that boy every time I saw it. My heart ached for him now. "Maybe not that one," I suggested softly. Alex studied it with moist eyes. "I was eleven when I did this. It doesn't mean what it used to. Not anymore. Not now." He took it and taped it back up, right over his bed. "It looks good there, don't you think?" "If you can sleep with that over your head, that's fine with me." We went through the others together and hung a few more. None of them were what I'd call cheerful, but none quite so terribly hopeless and anguished as the first. When we were done, his room looked a little less cold. It was still a stark contrast to what it had been. There was no color. That was the first thing that struck me. The walls were that dingy old-house white. The antique cast iron of his bed was black. His sheets and blankets in modern patterns of gray. All of his drawings and sketches were monochrome. There was the wood floor, a deep, almost red stain found nowhere else in the house, but it seemed to only add to the spartan landscape. "What do you think?" I asked, with my arms around his shoulders. "I like it," Alex answered. Then he broke away from me and walked over to his desk. "It needs one more thing." He took up his sketchpad and scribbled something quickly before tearing the sheet away and putting tape loops on the back. The boy was careful not to let me see. I followed him into the hallway in time to see him slap the paper on the wall to the right of the doorframe. In large black printed letters it simply read: `Slave's Room' "Now it's perfect," Alex said with twelve-year-old assuredness. I had to admit it was a nice touch. Chapter 12: Cyrix and the Dog Boy `The gallium mines of Skala were a sweltering labyrinth of human misery. Young Cyrix had been brought up to believe in a mythical place called Hell, and for all of his thirteen years he did believe. Now his first sight of the mines was enough to convince him that he had arrived there in the flesh. They'd taken his clothes while he was still on the ship and marched him naked, down into the smoldering earth beneath the lifeless planetoid. Tongues of flame leapt from wide fissures. The boy was drenched in sweat even before he was brought trembling to be processed by the overseer. There a metal collar was welded around his neck and a harness placed around his chest. His ankles were shackled. A bit was forced into his mouth and strapped tightly behind his head. Humans did not speak here. They were but animals after all in the eyes of the Cybernetic Confederacy . . . ` "Fuckin' shit, that's awesome," Alexander said as he stood beside me. "I'm glad you approve. Keep reading." `The boy was taken yet deeper into the mines. Never in his life had he felt such oppressive heat. It was as if the air itself was on fire. In certain places it was. He was strapped down to a long flat table. Two of the nightmarish Cyborgs, humanity's greatest enemy, stood towering over him. There was no contempt in their glowing eyes, no emotion at all. A series of numbers was etched onto his chest with sharp needles, and above these, the mark of the Confederacy. The injections came next, a solution formulated to quickly build the boy's muscles, while simultaneously lowering his natural male aggression, shrinking his developing manhood until it disappeared entirely. Every day for the next year he would undergo this treatment that would gradually transform him into an obedient, chemically controlled slave laborer whose only thought was to please his inhuman masters. With practiced routine the laser scalpels were activated, severing the tendons in the boy's legs. Cyrix screamed, but the bit in his mouth allowed only the muffled sound of unbearable agony to be heard. The job was done quickly and neatly. It was a permanent alteration, leaving him unable to stand. Cyrix could only crawl on his hands and knees. Still weeping, the boy was attached to the heavy cart he would pull through the mines for the rest of his life.' Alex wiggled around in his belt. That was becoming his signal that he was really turned on. "Oh, man, I wish I was Cyrix," he proclaimed. "You always have been, my little pet." "Pet!" Alex immediately dropped to the floor and crawled around on all fours. My head spun instantly just watching him. Time seemed to freeze for a moment as I saw Alex there on his hands and knees. Should we? How far could we take this? I took a leap and hoped he'd follow. "Come," I shouted at him. With bright eyes he crawled toward me. I held my hand down to him. "Lick," I said. My boy's wet tongue lapped against me, timidly at first, and then with unabashed enthusiasm. I scratched him behind his ear. "Good boy. Now bark for me." "Woof! Woof!" Alex laughed. I gave his nose a gentle swat. "Animals don't use words, and little dogs don't say `woof'. Bark for me." The minute I said it, I felt a little shiver, certain this was too much and that his safeword was the next thing I'd hear. My sweet wonderful Alex surprised me, something he would become quite adept at. He didn't use his word. He didn't say any word at all. He barked. He actually barked, as close to the sound of a real dog as a human boy can make. It was a strange sound I was not quite prepared for. High- pitched, but coming from deep within. Thin and piercing. It echoed in the room for a moment then faded. Apparently quite pleased with himself, he did it again, then looked up at me with those beautiful hazel eyes. I left my chair and stood over him. Firmly, but gently, I straightened out his arms and pushed his hands a little closer together, pressing them flat on the floor. I pressed down on his back, arching it softly. I moved his legs in a little, one at a time, then spread his knees apart. In this position, the metal pod encasing his cock and balls was hanging down freely. With a tap of my fingers I swung it back and forth. He groaned in frustration. I came around to face him again, and put my hands on either side of his head and stared into his needful eyes. "Position three is `Stay'." "Yes, master." "You never speak when you are in this position. Blink once for `yes' and twice for `no' when you're asked a question. Understand?" Alex blinked once. "Now I'm going to teach you to sit." Proceeding tenderly and slowly I moved my trusting, obedient boy into a squatting position. Alex' faith in me was total, his body relaxed and completely at my command. I placed his feet together and spread his knees wide. Then I bent him forward just a bit, so that he was resting on the balls of his feet. I put his hands flat on the floor again, just a little forward. It would be an uncomfortable position to be kept in, but he was young and flexible, and his body would learn. "Sit, Alex." I let him go and took a step back. The boy was having a hard time steadying himself. "You may move to find your balance." Carefully and cautiously he did so, testing the limits of this new position. "Difficult?" I asked him. Alex blinked once. "Good. I want it to be." He gave me a grim frown right before he fell forward, just catching himself with his hands. I was ruthless. "Alex, sit!" He tried again with the same shaky results. Alex was reaching that age where his arms and legs were starting to grow faster than the rest of him, and he was exhibiting those first signs of the endearing and sometimes maddening clumsiness of a young teenager. Again and again he got himself into position only to tumble over a few seconds later. Each time though he managed to control his body a little longer, but I could see he was getting angry with himself. I stepped in and steadied him again. "Calm down, Alex. You can't do it if you're upset." We worked on it together for a good half-hour. The time was spent without words, just the two of us, a man and a boy, a master and a slave facing our first real struggle. I'd never have thought that this, of all the things we'd done, would be so hard for him. I was sure our first barrier would be an emotional one, not a physical one. Getting into position was not difficult, but remaining there without moving was a big challenge. My graceful and sturdy boy was suddenly awkward and unsure. Repetition was the only thing that was going to help, and I kept him at it with an occasional pat on his rear whenever he'd move an arm or a leg or try to turn his head. Finally, he managed to keep still for five minutes. I watched him the whole time. Precious boy, he even tried not to blink, whenever he could. "See, you can do it," I said. He smiled. Time to move on. "Stand." He had a tough time straightening up. His muscles had to be sore and tired. "Stretch. Work out the kinks." In no time young Alex was loose and limber and feeling a lot better. It was past time for lunch, so I sent him down alone to the kitchen with orders that he make some sandwiches for us. Alex brought everything up on a tray. I was expecting peanut butter and jelly, but I got tuna fish, even with little bits of onion and celery mixed in. Chips and soda for him, beer for me, finished everything off. "When did you learn to make tuna?" I asked. I've mentioned he was handy in the kitchen, but I hadn't expected him to go to such effort without being instructed. Alex looked at me with a sincere expression. "Am I allowed to talk again?" "Until I say otherwise." Actually I'd been letting him talk rather freely since this whole adventure began. That would soon change, but I do enjoy the sound of his young voice. "Now tell me about these sandwiches." "It's nothing. I've seen you make it lots of times," the boy replied in an off-hand manner. "How's it taste?" he asked hopefully. That was the big question. It was quite good, maybe a little heavy on the mayo. The rest of the afternoon I worked at my computer, continuing the story. I kept Alex beside me on his hands and knees the entire time. Occasionally I would reach over to pat him on the head or swat his cute little twelve-year-old butt. The rule was that I had to be able to feel his shoulder against my leg the entire time. Each and every movement on his part would result in twenty added spankings before bed, beyond the ten he would henceforth be receiving every night. I'd also given him strict `no talking' orders, which he faithfully obeyed. Twice I felt him move away. He knew the consequences. There was no need to remind him. Knowing his masochistic tendencies, I wondered if he'd not done it on purpose. Beyond those two infractions, Alex was perfectly still, perfectly silent, perfectly obedient. "Still horny?" I asked as the sun began to set on another day. Alex blinked once. "Is your cock still leaking?" Alex blinked once. I could see for myself the small clear puddle of fluid that had fallen from the opening in the metal pod during the three hours he'd been in position. It had been days since his last orgasm, not counting his wet dream, and good twenty-four hours since the boy's last erection for that matter. He'd had the plug up his ass for most of that time. The kid's immature prostate was probably a swollen mass of sexual frustration by now. I knew he was oversexed and ready to explode. It was time to fuck him again, but I'd already decided the chastity belt was staying on permanently.

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Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 14:50:41 From: john smith Subject: Living At Dad's House: Part 8 THE FOLLOWING STORY IS FICTION. If you are under age 18, or are offended by stories of homosexual S and M, go away and don't read this. THE STORY IS NOT INTENDED TO CONDONE OR ENCOURAGE THE ABUSE OF MINORS. IF YOU FIND THIS SCENE INTERESTING AND ARE TRAVELLING TO SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, YOU MAY E MAIL ME AT ostrich78@hotmail.com Living At Dad's House: Part VIII We got back to the car by 3:00 and I was dropped of at home by 4:00. I took a shower, and surveyed the damage. "Not too bad" I thought. I guess my ass was toughening up. I had some obvious raised cane welts from the willow branch; no bruising; and no redness. Frankly, it was the best my ass had looked in weeks! After getting cleaned up and unpacking my stuff, I went downstairs to talk to dad. We seemed to be getting a lot closer. I told him all about the trip and what fun we had. He indicated how pleased he was that I had done this without any of us getting in trouble. He told me I was growing up to be "a fine young man". For me at 14, soon to be 15, this kind of swelled up my pride since I had never gotten any adult male approval when I lived at mom's house. The next several weeks were routine. I would see the guys at practice; we would go out for pizza; Jason and I got together and made out a few times, but nothing major and no spanking. My grades were good; the teachers were happy; and an excellent mid term report went home to dad. Dad continued to be pleased with my performance. He took me out to dinner to celebrate the good report card, and told me that he had a special trip planned for the end of the month on school vacation when we would celebrate my 15th birthday. I tried to find out what he had in mind, but he just said I would find out in good time. The last Friday of the month came, and I rushed home, excited about our trip, but not knowing where we were going. Dad still didn't tell me, but he did say I should pack things for a week and we were going somewhere warm. He said to be ready to go in 2 hours. I packed up my stuff, dying of curiosity as to where we were going. Mostly I packed shorts, t-shirts, a bathing suit, sandals, and a couple of decent looking outfits in case we went out to dinner. Of course I packed the usual toothbrush, comb, acne medicine, etc. No razor was needed yet, but I figured that by my next birthday I would be shaving regularly. Dad called a cab and we went off to the airport, our destination still a mystery. I could feel my heart beating in my chest with anticipation and I kept trying to get dad to tell me what was up. He just smiled, gave me a squeeze on the shoulder, and said I would find out. When we got to the airport and got in line at the baggage check in area, I was surprised to see Jason with a suitcase as well. "Surprise" he said, your dad is taking me along too. I replied "Great, but where are we going?" Jason laughed and said "You mean he didn't tell you!!" At about that time we got to the front of the line and put our suitcases up on the scale. Dad pulled out the tickets, and the lady said "so the three of you will be traveling to Hawaii?" Dad said yes, and I screamed " HAWAII, THAT'S TOTALLY COOL, WHAT A GREAT IDEA!" The woman looked amused at my enthusiasm, and Jason just gave me that look that he has...the smiling puppy eyes and said "I've known for 2 weeks, but I swore not to tell you". We eventually got to the gate, boarded the plane, and late that night we arrived in Hawaii. Dad had a room for us at the Honololu Hilton by the airport. We were all pretty bushed, and went to sleep quickly. Jason and I shared one queen sized bed, and dad had the other. At 7:00, dad woke us and said "Hit the showers boys, we have some more traveling to do, so hurry". Jason and I both hit the bathroom with one brushing teeth, etc while the other showered. Then the three of us headed down to the lobby, and took the shuttle back to the airport. There we boarded a small plan for "Lahaina" which I guess is one of the smaller islands. Upon arrival, we rented a car and dad drove us down winding roads until we arrived. It was gorgeous. He had rented this 3 bedroom/ 2bath place on a little hill overlooking a beautiful bay. The bay was calm and clear blue. The beach was only about 100 yards from the place. "How did you find this place dad?" I asked as we carried our stuff in? "One of my business associates owns it and is loaning it to us for the week" he replied. "Hey, can we go swimming?" asked Jason. "We need to unpack and have a discussion first boys" said my Dad. "I'll take 2 bedrooms because I need an office. You boys can share that room, with the king sized bed." I couldn't believe my good luck: not only was I going to be in paradise for a week, I was going to be sleeping with Jason. My cock started to harden immediately, so I turned and went into the room to unpack. We were moved in within 10 minutes. We came back out into the living room and sat on the sofa waiting for dad. He took a little longer, then ultimately came out, carrying his Jokari paddle and the strap. I gulped and looked at Jason, as he looked at me wondering what we had done. "Don't worry about it boys, you aren't in trouble" said Dad. "However, Jason you need to know that your father has instructed me to discipline you just as I would discipline my son if you need it. I'm going to leave the strap and the paddle out on this coffee table while we are here so you are reminded to behave". He went on to say "we are guests here, and must take good care of the place. I will inspect your room in the morning and after dinner and I expect it to be neat. I will do the cooking, but you guys will clean the dishes and keep the house clean. I want it vacuumed every day. No wet clothes in the house, so when you come back from the beach you just take your suit off outside and wash your feet off before you come in. Now you guys are both good swimmers, and you can swim and snorkel in the bay as long as you stay together. However, you will not swim past that reef (pointing at the reef across the small bay). Any questions?" "NO SIR" we both said, anxious to hit the beach. "Go have fun boys, and be back by 1:00 for lunch". Jason and I raced to the beach and jumped into the warm water. Soon we were splashing and running in and out of the water and tackling each other in the sand. As it approached 1:00, we hit the water one more time then headed back to the house. Outside, we took off our suits and hung them on the line and then rinsed our feet before we went inside. "You boys have fun?" my dad asked. "Sure did, after lunch we'd like to snorkel if we can" I said. "Fine, no problem, now sit down and eat lunch...no you don't need to get dressed; you'll dirty all your clothes in one day. We're all men here" said my dad. I sat a little straighter as the 3 of us ate lunch: "I am becoming a man" I thought to myself. Tomorrow I will be 15". As soon as lunch was over, we hit the beach again while dad took a nap. We spent the afternoon snorkeling, then headed back inside at about 5:00. Again we took off our suits outside, this time rinsing them in fresh water and hanging them up for the night to dry. Then we went inside and took showers to get all the salt off. We were both a little sunburned, but not too bad since we live in a sunny climate ourselves. After we got cleaned up, we headed out and dad had dinner ready. He had made spaghetti, and we ate a lot as hungry boys do after a day at the beach. Afterwards, dad reminded us "Now you boys clean up the place". We dutifully did the dishes, wiped off the table and counters, and vacuumed as directed. Then dad checked the job we had done, and our rooms: "Boys, I want to see this bathroom a little cleaner" he said. We fixed that up in a few minutes, then all sat down to watch tv and talk about the day. By 9:00 we were yawning and dad noticed and said "You guys should go to bed; breakfast is at 8:00". We said goodnight and headed into the room. Once inside, Jason reached out and gave my ass a squeeze, saying "now for the best part". We got undressed, and as quietly as possible began making out. Soon we were 69ing and both shot our loads. We then fell asleep, and before we knew it morning had come. "Up and at `em" said dad as he threw open the door. We both groaned, typical sleepy head teenagers, and got up. Jason and I both had our morning hardons, and went to the bathroom to pee. Then we came out to breakfast in our boxers and ate. Afterwards, we cleaned up just like we were supposed to, and got ready to hit the beach. "Be back by noon for lunch" said dad. This time we took a football and the snorkeling gear and spent the morning alternately playing catch and looking at the coral and fish in the bay. We discovered that the further out we went, the better the fish got, but we remembered not to cross the reef. At lunch, dad commented that we were a lot further out this time, and reminded us that we could not go past the boundary he had set. After lunch, we cleaned up and dad said "OK guys, you can go back to the beach, our you can hike if you want, but be back by 4:00. We are going out to a birthday dinner". We hadn't explored the island yet, so we elected to hike. The terrain was pretty hilly, and it was hot with thick vegetatation. We happened upon a stream which we followed to a waterfall. Once there, we threw off our clothes and stood under the freezing water cooling our bodies. When we got out and sat down on a rock to warm, I looked at Jason and laughed. His normally magnificent 9 inch cock was shriveled up, and his low hanging balls were pulled up so tight that his scrotum looked like a big walnut. Jason looked down and laughed, then pointed at me. My only average cock and balls now looked prepubertal, except that I have a nice bush of pubic hair. I laughed too. Time must have gotten away from us, because when we looked at our watches it was 3:30. We realized we could be late and ran all the way down the trail back to the house, arriving out of breath and covered in sweat at 4:10. We burst into the house laughing and were greeted by dad. "Boys, when I say 4:00, I mean 4:00, not 4:10, and look at the mud you just tracked in" he said. We looked down, and sure enough our muddy shoes had tracked in a lot of dirt. "Sorry" we said in unison, and stepped outside where we took off our shoes. Then we quickly cleaned up the floor, hoping to atone for our mistake. "Hit the showers guys, you smell like a locker room" said dad. We both showered and when we came out with our towels, dad was waiting for us with the paddle. I looked at Jason, and he looked at me and we both swallowed hard. We had come back late, and dad was going to punish us. "Boys" he said, "I'm not going to make a big deal of this, but since you were both 10 minutes late you will each get 10 whacks. Now Scott, bend over the sofa". Dad then gave me 10 HARD whacks with the paddle. My eyes watered up, and I gasped, but I kept position and did not cry out. Then it was Jason's turn, and similarly he handled it like a man. Dad then said "Glad that's over, now get dressed and were going to dinner". Jason and I covered our red asses with our boxers and got dressed in Khakis and polo shirts. "We look pretty cute" I thought as I surveyed the two of us. Dad then took us into town to a really nice restaurant. We all ate lobster, wonderful fresh bread, some kind of hawaiin potato alled "taro", and topped it off with mud pie. The waiters came out and sang happy birthday to me. It was the best birthday of my life. Out in the parking lot I gave my dad a big hug "Thanks dad, that was the best birthday ever" I said. His eyes teared up a bit, and he said "glad you enjoyed it son, I'm proud of you". My eyes got pretty we then too. Back at the house, Jason and I were sent to bed. Jason had a special surprise for me too. He gave me a 2 hour massage, culminating in a half hour of licking my balls and cock until I creamed a huge load in his mouth. "Happy birthday Scott" he said, and held me as we went to sleep. The next day we were back at the beach again. We started talking about sex, girls and guys we thought were cute, etc. Soon we were both pretty horny. We went down to a tree and laid under it. We made love together under the tree, and were both sucking one another off when to our dismay we heard someone come up behind us. "WELL, WELL, WHAT HAVE WE HERE" said my dad. Jason and I both turned purple from head to toe, and our throbbing dicks went soft instantly. "Ugh...we were just...that is...well its like this..." we stammered. "I have known you guys were fooling around for a while: you are both a little noisy about it at night. I have no problem with that at all. However, doing it down here, in the open, where others can walk up on you is wrong. What if I had been a kid, or a girl, or an old lady out for a walk?" I spoke for Jason and I "we didn't really think about that... I mean your right...it won't happen again". "You are damn right it won't happen again young man, and I intend to be sure of it. Just because you turned 15 doesn't mean you are too old for discipline. And you Jason, your dad told me to be doubly hard on you if you act up while you are with me" said my dad. "We're really sorry sir, it won't ever happen again" we repeated. "Get your asses up to the house NOW!" he said. We trotted back to the house, took off our suits outside, rinsed our feet, and went inside, knowing what to expect. Dad followed us in and said "You are both getting a serious whipping. But first, I want you to think about what you have done while you clean this house. I want every flat surface cleaned and I'm going to inspect carefully. If you don't do a good job, its going to be even worse". Jason and I spent the next 3 hours scrubbing and cleaning, instead of being at the beach. We kept exchanging glances, but didn't say anything because we didn't want to piss dad off any more than he already was. When we finished, dad inspected and reluctantly said "you pass". Jason and I breathed a sigh of relief. Dad then sent us to get cleaned up for dinner and told us to come out just in our boxer shorts. We got cleaned up together, and while we were at it jerked each other off in the shower. We had both been close to cumming when dad interrupted us and our balls were sore: we really needed to pop! We came out to dinner, dressed in our boxers and ate. Then we cleaned up. Dad then directed us both to stand in the corner, and left us there for the next hour and a half to contemplate what was coming. Dad then left the room and entered our bedroom. We wondered what he was doing there, but he came back out a few minutes later and said "Scott, you first since you are my son. I expect better judgment than this. I accept you even if you are gay or bisexual, but I won't tolerate your disrespect and thoughtlessness in having sex in public: whether its with a guy or a girl". "Yes sir" I replied, feeling guilty and knowing I deserved what he was going to give me. "Step out of the boxers and bend over the sofa" came the order. "And you Jason, out of your boxers and stand at the end of the sofa to watch" said dad. By the time we were at the sofa, both of us had huge hard ons. While dad was dressed, I thought that maybe he had one too. "To begin, you will get 50 hard blows with the paddle". I couldn't believe it: 50 to start! "Dad", I said, "fifty is a lot...I mean...well I think I've already learned my lesson". "Seventy five for arguing, bend your ass over" was his reply. Before I made it 100, I complied, knowing this was going to be bad. Dad then reared back and swung that paddle HARD! "SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK". Before I knew it, 10 blows had fallen and I was begging. "PLEEEEASE DADDY...OH GOD THAT HURTS...I'M SORRY..." Dad took no notice at all and landed another 10 hard smacks on my flaming ass. I could feel these go really deep and new I was going to be bruised. "OH GOD...CAN'T WE TAKE A BREAK...PLEASE...AAAAGH.." Soon I was a babbling runny nosed baby getting his ass beat. I didn't feel so old right at the moment. Dad landed another 10 hard ones when I tried to get up and block the blows. I didn't really mean to...it was a reflex... Dad stopped the paddling long enough to push my chest back down. Then he turned to a very white faced wide eyed Jason who looked as if he was seeing his own future (which he was) and said "Jason, hold him down. If you let him up, your punishment will be 100!" With shaking hands Jason grabbed me and whispered "I'm sorry" just as the onslaught began again. "SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK" I was like a wild animal; pulling, twisting, kicking my feet, doing anything I could to get away as I wailed and begged. I don't know how he did it, but Jason held me securely. Finally it was over. I lay exhausted over the sofa for 10 minutes before I stopped crying. Then dad spoke: "Your Turn Jason". Jason looked like he was going to be sick, but bent over to comply. "What, you aren't going to argue or negotiate like my brave son?" dad said. Even in my acute pain, I grimaced and felt really bad that dad was speaking this way about me. Jason knew what to say "NO SIR, I HAVE THIS COMING". "Son, take a lesson from Jason here: he's stepping up to it like a man and will only get fifty". I thought to myself "only fifty...that's quite enough" but what I said was "Yes Sir". Dad then laid into Jason with the paddle: hard and furious. "SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK". Jason is a tough kid: it wasn't `til the 17th blow that he broke down, but when he did you could hear him a mile away: "OH SIR...PLEEEASE STOP...I CAN'T TAKE IT" he screamed at a volume of 100 decibels. "Should have thought about it before boy, but if you think I'm being too hard, why don't we call your dad and let him set the punishment?" said my dad in reply. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO...ITS OK...HE'LL DOUBLE IT...PLEASE JUST GET IT OVER WITH". Dad then resumed the paddling. Jason made it to 35 before he tried to get up and use his hand to block the blows. Dad simply pointed, and I quickly moved in to restrain him. Dad finished the last 15, and Jason lay jackknifed over the sofa bleating and sobbing for at least 5 minutes before he was able to get up. "Both of you to the corners" dad roared. We hurried to comply, hoping that it was over, but knowing better based on the sound of dad's voice. I had never, ever seen him this pissed. After about a half hour in the corner, dad told us both to turn around and said "Do you think you've learned your lesson". We heartily said "YES SIR". "Maybe" replied my dad, but you still have some more coming. I looked at Jason, and he looked at me. Both of our cocks were shriveled up from fear just like when were in the cold waterfall. The only difference is that we both had leaked precum during our ordeal. Dad then picked up the strap, opened the door and said "MARCH". Completely chagrined and petrified, we went out the door. "Since you like being bare assed at the beach so much, we will deliver the next phase of punishment at "the scene of the crime". We marched down to the palm tree, and dad had us stand on either side of it. Jason and I would have been looking at one another except the old palm was in the way. Then he took rope and secured our hands up high to the tree so that we were each immobilized. Dad then took out the strap and began methodically beating us. He would circle the tree slowly while lecturing, giving each of us a full force blow of the strap about once a minute or so. "So you two think its cool to expose yourselves outside... `WHIIIIIIP...OOOOOOW"... You too Scott, and you should know better...WHIIIIP...AAAGH PLEASE..." Dad continued to circle us with the strap: he was a madman, using all of his adult strength on the strap. Jason and I would scream not just once, but would wail for 30 seconds after each blow...this was like nothing I had experienced before... "I DON'T CARE IF YOU TWO WANT TO BE FAGGOTS, BUT YOU WON'T DO IT IN PUBLIC...WHIIIIP...AAAAAAAH FUUUUUUUCK" . "I DON'T KNOW WHICH OF YOU THOUGHT THIS SCHEME UP, BUT I SUSPECT IT WAS YOU JASON...WHIIIIIIP...OOOOOOOOOOOOH...PLEEEEEEASE..." Dad went on like that for an hour. We each got at least 30 blows. Then, he left us there for the night to think about what we had done. TO BE CONTINUED.

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Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 15:59:05 From: john smith Subject: Living at Dad's House Part XI THE FOLLOWING STORY IS FICTION. If you are under age 18, or are offended by stories of homosexual S and M, go away and don't read this. THE STORY IS NOT INTENDED TO CONDONE OR ENCOURAGE THE ABUSE OF MINORS. IF YOU FIND THIS SCENE INTERESTING AND ARE TRAVELLING TO SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, YOU MAY E MAIL ME AT ostrich78@hotmail.com Living At Dad's House: Part XI We marched out into the living room as ordered. My mind was racing...I loved my dad...but what he just did to Jason was wrong...no...unforgivable. I just kept trying to think of a way out of this. Jason did not deserve to be blackmailed into being my old man's slave. However, I still needed a dad and did not need to be deprived of the only one I ever had. Also, while dad is an impressive and attractive man, he's my dad: I don't want anything to do with his sexual activities. What am I to do? My reverie was broken by hearing Dad's voice order Jason: "Boy, bend down over that sofa now, I'm going to teach you some manners". Having no choice, Jason began to comply. "Son, hold him down, I'm going to give him a whipping he will never hold still for". Then, I couldn't believe what my voice was saying "Dad, I won't do it. You had no right to do this to Jason. Its gone too far. I will not hold Jason down for you to whip him nor will I follow your orders". My father looked apoplectic: his authority was being challenged. He walked over to me and slapped me HARD across the face. I could taste blood in my mouth, but I was not backing down. I next said "You may think you can intimidate me, but you can't...I won't let you." Then I was on the floor with the wind knocked out of me as a gut punch took me down. When I came out of the haze, I could hear Jason talking to my father. "Listen old man, this has gone too far. You will back down right now or we call the police" said Jason. "And what are you going to tell them boy" said my father in an arrogant tone. "We will tell them that you abuse boys, and we will use the tapes you took watching Jason and I as proof of it". "You wouldn't dare" said my father, looking shocked. "The hell we wouldn't" said Jason. "Do you know what is going to happen to you old man"? Now my father looked really worried... "Come on guys, I've been good to you...yeah I got carried away..." "You Fucking Asshole! You didn't just get carried away, you ruined my life; cost me my family...you're going to pay" said Jason. "Son, you can't let him do this to me" said my father pitifully. I was crying, not knowing what to do. Then I reached a decision: "Its up to Jason, he can do whatever he wants. You asked for it.". My dad stood there shaking in front of us two boys. He was really scared. I looked at Jason, and he nodded his thanks for my support then spoke: "Listen old man, I would love to see you in jail, but I also know what that would do to Scott. So, I'm going to offer you a deal: in public, you will be my foster and I will live with you. In private, you will be my slave. However, I will permit you to set reasonable rules and discipline your son. Take it or leave it" said Jason. "I'll take it" whispered my dad. "I can't hear you BOY" said Jason. "I'll take it, SIR" said my dad. Jason then looked at me and said "Scott, I have a score to settle with your dad. I don't want you to watch it. Why don't you take a walk down to the beach, and I will come get you when its over". "OK Jason...I mean he has it coming...but..."...I trailed off. "I know Scott, that's why I don't want you here" said Jason. I headed down to the beach, and on the way out the door I heard Jason say "STRIP you cocksucker" to my dad. Even down at the beach I could kind of hear what was going on. It was distant, but for a good solid half hour I could hear the sound of wood hitting skin, and a man begging. Then for the next half hour, I heard leather hitting skin and initially the sound of a man begging, then wailing and pleading like a little boy. I was glad I wasn't there to see it. Then there was silence for a few minutes. I started to go back to the house, but when I got closer I could hear noise inside. Curious, I went and listened at the door and I could hear my father and Jason: Dad: "Please Sir, I don't get fucked; never have". Jason: "You should have thought about that before you went after my ass boy". Dad "I'll do anything sir, just not that" Jason "You'll do anything I tell you, including that, now bend over the sofa boy". There was a minute of silence, then a howl from my father "OOOOOOOH...not dry...Jesus..." I knew that Jason was fucking him dry; and from the sound of things, he had rammed his 9 inch boycock all the way to the hilt. I headed back to the beach, not really wanting to hear it all. After about 45 minutes, a sweaty but satisfied looking Jason came down to the beach and held me closely. "Scott, I love you. I am going to do my best to still have your dad around for you, but his days of controlling my life are over". "I know" I whispered back. We made love on the beach, with no cares of being seen or heard. Jason begged me to fuck him, which I did with abandon. Afterwards we went back up to the house and went inside without washing our feet or having to be careful of tracking in sand. When I entered, I saw my father, standing back toward us, cooking dinner. He was naked, and his ass was swollen purple and blue with crisscrossed welts all over it. "Dinner will be ready in a minute Sir" he said. To Be Continued.

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Date: Fri, 08 Feb 2002 18:03:13 From: john smith Subject: Living At Dad's House 3 THE FOLLOWING STORY IS FICTITIOUS. If you are under age 18, or are offended by stories of homosexual S and M, go away and don't read this. THE STORY IS NOT INTENDED TO CONDONE OR ENCOURAGE THE ABUSE OF MINORS. IF YOU FIND THIS SCENE INTERESTING AND ARE TRAVELLING TO SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, YOU MAY E MAIL ME AT ostrich78@hotmail.com Living At Dad's House: Part III I gingerly pulled up my pants and went back on line. There was a message from Jason: "what about it, want to get together?" Of course I did, misery loves company, so I asked my dad if I could go to Jason's house for the day. Dad agreed and told me to be back by 7 PM. I instant messaged Jason, he agreed, and I rode my bike over to his house. Riding my bike the 3 miles was a real problem. My ass was so sore that I sort of stood on the pedals in order to not press on it. I made the ride, perhaps looking a bit ridiculous and rang the bell. Jason answered the door clad only in his boxers and said "Come on in dude, we've got the whole place to ourselves. I'm grounded, and my parents have left me here for the day". I took in the sight in front of me: Jason is 5-6, 145 lbs, smooth body, dark hair, and a flat boyish stomach with well developed pecs. I glanced down and could see the outline of his cock, remembering from the locker room what that uncut monster looked like. I pulled my eyes away, afraid I would be caught. "Great, why don't we get something to eat and play some video games" I said. "Sure" said Jason, and we grabbed cokes and chips and headed for the computer. Jason and I sat right next to each other as we played. My eyes kept being drawn to him, then I would look away, striving to keep my thoughts on the game and my cock soft. At one point, I thought he glanced at the bulge in my pants, but then thought "no way, were guys, he isn't looking". As time went on, Jason said "Wow, aren't you hot. Why don't you just get comfortable in your boxers". "No, I'm OK" I said. "Well, for a guy who is OK, you are sweating a lot. Don't be shy, I've seen it all before in the showers" then he winked. I took off my shirt, pants, shoes and socks. My cock was half hard and tenting the boxers. He laughed and pointed down to his, which was now fully erect. Then to my surprise, Jason said "Looks like we've got the same problem. I will never know why, but I get totally horny when I get my ass beat". "You too!" I exclaimed, grateful for this shred of hope that my own arousal when punished was just a normal guy thing. "Sure do, and God it's embarrassing when I'm standing there waiting for the punishment with my woody in the air". I replied "God, I thought I was the only one". "Nah" said Jason, I think it happens to lots of guys. Also, I know that most of the guys on the team get spanked from time to time, except for Tom and George. Those kids can get away with anything. "Hey" said Jason. "Want to see what my dad did to me?" Before I could reply, his shorts were off and he turned to show me. "JESUS CHRIST" I said, "you're all bruised. Those marks, is that what a strap does?" "Yeah" he replied. "Bastard really gave it to me with the strap after he paddled me raw. You know, I told you about it in the e mail". "God, now I'm worried. I'm supposed to get the strap tomorrow" I said. "What did you do?" asked Jason. "I lied about my smoking then got caught" I replied. "Your ass is going to fry. My dad would kill me. Hey, lets see what you look like". I stepped out of my shorts, also sporting wood. Jason laughed, then looked at my ass. "You got quite a beating here too. We are both going to get teased in the locker room on Monday". Then, Jason surprised me by touching the marks, very gently with his finger. HE began to trace them as he made consoling statements. "Don't worry about it...lots of kids get it...you must be pretty tough to take this". Soon we were sitting on the bed together, comparing asses and talking. It was Jason who took the next move. "Hey, would you think I was a fag or something if I wanted to beat off?" he asked. "Hell no Jason, I'm so horny I could bust a nut. Maybe we could do it together". With that, we began to jerk off. I was staring at his uncut monster: "must be 8 inches I thought, and he isn't even full grown yet". Jason seemed similarly interested in my meat. I saw him staring and said "I'm kind a small...". Jason then replied "bullshit, you're normal, I'm just kind of big for my age". With that, Jason reached over and began to play with my balls. I moaned, then reached out for his. Soon we were beating each others meat. Within minutes, he came: spewed 5 or 6 spurts of white sticky cum all over his chest and my hand. I did the same a minute later, and we lay there next to each other. "Guess we ought to get cleaned up" said Jason, then he led me to the shower which was a larger than average tile shower. We got in together and took turns washing each other off. By the end of the shower, we were kissing and groping each other and were both hard again. Then Jason really surprised me. After we dried off, he took me back to his bedroom and held a finger to his lips "don't say a thing, but I've been wanting to do this for a year". Then, he leaned down and took my cock in his mouth. I had never had a blowjob before from a guy or a girl, so I can't compare. But this was way better than jerking off. He kept swirling his tongue around my cock head, bringing me to the point where I was going to cum, then stopping and kissing his way down to my balls which he would take one by one in his mouth. This was the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced. Finally, after about a half hour of this, I shot my load into his mouth. I started to apologize, when to my surprise he swallowed it and said "its good, thanks". Then I reciprocated, pushing him back down on the bed and taking his cock in my mouth. Just before going down on him, I looked again at his smooth, nicely defined, boyish muscles as well as the tight diamond shaped patch of pubic hair with otherwise smooth surrounding stomach, thighs, and sack. He moaned as I took his cock in my mouth. Not really knowing what to do, I just tried to repeat the things he did for me. I suspect I was not real adept, but it didn't seem to matter as he shot into my mouth in about 10 minutes. I tasted the sweet-salty boy cum and swallowed it down. He was right, it is kind of good. Then we lay together on the bed and cuddled for an hour or two, got up, and did it again. By the end of the day, we had both shot 4 or 5 times, as young guys can. Then it was time for me to go home. We kissed goodbye and I got on my bike to ride home, knowing that it was never going to be the same for me or for Jason. On the way, my thoughts switched back and forth from overwhelming love for Jason, and the intrusive thoughts of what was going to happen to me tomorrow am.

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Date: Mon, 04 Feb 2002 19:53:27 From: john smith Subject: Living At Dad's House 2 THE FOLLOWING STORY HAS BEEN ACTED OUT BY ME AND "MY FATHER" BUT I WAS AN ADULT "BOY" AS WAS MY "FATHER". THE BACKGROUND IS FICTITIOUS, BUT THE DESCRIPTION OF THE PUNISHMENTS IS 100% ACCURATE. THE STORY IS NOT INTENDED TO CONDONE OR ENCOURAGE THE ABUSE OF MINORS. IF YOU FIND THIS SCENE INTERESTING AND ARE TRAVELLING TO SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, YOU MAY E MAIL ME AT ostrich78@hotmail.com Living At Dad's House: Part II I woke up at 6 with my usual 14 year olds morning boner. I got up and went to my bathroom, which is private. I took a piss, and turned to look at my ass as I recalled last night. What I saw was better than I had feared. On my right cheek there was still telltale reddening all over the surface of the skin, but it had faded a lot. I also noted a number of broken blood vessels that gave red spider web like marks. The right cheek was pretty much the same except for a light bruise about 1" in diameter. I knew I had a half hour before I had to shower, so I began my morning jack off session. With my penthouse magazine gone, I began to fantasize about Sue. She was my current girlfriend, and her body presents a lot to fantasize about. I began to work on my cock while picturing her ass in tight jeans, but I found that my mind kept wandering back to the spanking last night. I could almost feel and hear the smacks on my ass as I relived my first spanking. Sue was gone from my mind, and without really thinking about it I shot a huge load within minutes while thinking about the spanking. Then I lay down on the bed and questions filled my head. "Why did I get hard during the spanking? Why did I just shoot so fast while thinking about it? Did I like this? Fuck, I do...I'm a pervert. I must be the only 14 year old at my school to get spanked. What if the other guys figure it out? I'm a big man at school because of my build and athletic skills, I don't think they would say anything. I'll kick their asses if they do. Oh Shit, what do I do at PE today. Will people notice?" I lay pondering this for about 15 minutes then went off to my shower. I again paused and looked at my ass in the mirror. It wasn't that obvious but if anyone looked, they would not miss it. While lathering up, I spent a lot of time on my ass. I notice that it still hurt if I pressed down, so a full day on those hard plastic chairs at school was not going to be pleasant. My thoughts then went back to the spanking and I was again hard so I quickly jerked off. This was a little excessive for me: I usually jerk off once every morning and sometimes in the evening. I got dressed, carefully checked how I looked in the mirror, grabbed my books and ran for the bus. When I got to school, everything was as usual. "Hey Scott, how's it hanging" I heard from one of my basketball buddies. " A little to the left" I replied and the guys around me laughed. "Scott...Scott": it was Susie calling me. I went over and we talked and I walked her to her class before running off to mine. However, my mind just wasn't on Susie. I made it into my first period class just as the bell was ringing and took out my notebook. Mr. Jones the history teacher began lecturing, and I tried to keep my mind on the topic, but I found my mind wandering. I was shifting around on each cheek as I noticed the discomfort. Soon, I was looking around at the other guys and wondering if any of them had the same problem. Then I thought, "No, I'm the only 14 year old loser in this school who gets his ass beat". Soon the bell rang and I snapped out of it and went to second period. I said "Hi" to many of my friends in the hallway. The other kids show me some deference due to my looks and athletic skills. I pondered this a bit in light of my sore ass and decided that they might not be quite so deferent if they knew. The remainder of the morning passed quickly, then it was off to lunch. I had lunch with Susie and some of her friends, but it was quiet and I wasn't all that interested in the conversation. Instead, my mind was wandering to my next class: PE. This semester we are running, and showers are mandatory. The coach stands there and passes out towels to us after we have showered, and checks our names off on a list. The bell rang and I went to the locker room. I changed into my PE clothes, keeping my back to the lockers when I removed my boxers in favor of the athletic undershorts. All the guys were talking about tonight, Friday, and their plans for the weekend. There was the usual banter about who was going to get laid, etc. As usual, most of it was bullshit. We then ran our 3 miles and were sent to the showers. I knew I might have a problem, but we are all guys. Guys aren't likely to look at my ass in the shower, are they? I mean, guys don't like to look at other guys. Since there was no avoiding it, I went into the shower room: a large tile area with 20 shower heads arranged around the walls. When you shower there, you are right next to the other guys. I looked around as I walked in. No one seemed to notice at first. I noticed the boy next to me, Jason who like me was considered one of the cool studley boys. Jason is a little taller than me: 5-6; and weights about 145 lbs with a tight stomach and dark hair. I noticed his tight ass and wondered if he ever got it. I noticed his uncut cock again: he had the only uncut one in class, and it had aroused my curiosity before. I was contemplating this while shampooing my hair when one of the guys said "Hey, look at Scott, what happened to your ass?". I turned red and replied "I fell while skateboarding" and gave him a look that could kill. No one said another word, but there were some smirking looks exchanged: the 14 year old stud on campus gets spanked. I walked over to where the coach was and took the towel, and covered my ass as I walked away from him so he wouldn't see. I dried and got ready to leave when Jason stepped closer to me and said in a low voice "It happens to me too, don't worry about it". I had 2 more classes after PE to sit through. In the last class, Jason sat next to me and asked "so what are you doing this weekend?". I said " I don't know, I got in some trouble and I'm not sure if I'm grounded". Jason then smiled and said, not unkindly, "it looks to me like you have already been punished, call me and we can hang out". I promised to do so and then began to wonder, was Jason hot for me? Was he a pervert? I looked at his crotch secretly several times and imagined this uncut dick hard. Soon I had a raging hard on, and was glad that Mrs. Jones the English teacher does not call people to the board. I managed to pull my mind away from Jason and get my woody soft before the bell rang and I headed home. I decided to walk home this time to have an opportunity to think. I was realizing some things about myself, and did not quite know what to make of them. First, I seem to like guys...but maybe it's a phase, I can't be queer. Second, something about my spanking was very exciting in a sexual way. Additionally, thinking about Jason getting his ass thrashed was very arousing. Third, I did not want to get another spanking. Yes, I am turned on by the idea of it, but it hurt then and it hurts now. I am going to be very good at home and give Dad no reason at all to punish me again. When I got home, I knew I had a few hours to myself before dad came home from work. I made myself a couple of sandwiches, got a coke, and logged on to the computer. I was starting to play Everquest, my favorite game when an instant message came through. It was Jason. "What's up?" was the question. I replied "not much, just relaxing and getting a snack...glad it's the weekend". Jason then replied "me too...but I'm a little nervous about tonight..". I answered "why, its Friday night, relax and enjoy, relax". He then messaged "I got this note from Mrs. Jones...the fucking cunt...saying that I haven't been handing my homework in. Dad is going to be really pissed and I'm worried". I answered, while noticing that my cock was growing, "what will he do". "Same thing as your dad: beat my ass. Only he will use the belt which is worse. It leaves loop marks and there is no way to explain it away. It also hurts like FUCK". I tried to be supportive: "Dude, I feel sorry for you; that's gotta hurt like hell...sorry..." Then I got a final message "Oh Fuck, he's home..see ya..." I sat for a while, imagining what would happen to Jason. It was exciting and scary. I could imagine what he must be feeling, bent over with a belt striking his ass. Begging and pleading, apologizing, making promises. But at the same time it totally turned me on. I beat off for the third time that day. Dad got home about 6:00 and everything seemed cool. He asked me how my day went, we talked for a while, then he said "Hey son, let's go get some Chinese food". I was glad to go because we both love Chinese food and to me it meant that all was forgiven. We had a great evening, I more or less forgot about the spanking, and got home at 9 pm. I watched some tv in my room and went to bed. The next morning I woke up, horny as usual and thinking of Jason. I got on line and had an e mail from him: "Dude, my ass looks like hamburger. He beat the shit out of me for not doing that homework. He gave me a hard hand spanking, then paddled me for 10 minutes. I was screaming and begging and he stopped and sent me to the corner. Then he came back and said that the warm up was over and it was time to punish me for the homework. He asked me how many assignments I had missed: I told the truth, 15. Then he took out the razor strap: big heavy fucker. He had me lean against the wall and gave me 15 hard blows: one a minute. CHRIST, I have never cried so hard in all my life". I began to respond to his e mail when I heard my father bellowing: "Scott, get your ass down here right now young man, you have really done it this time". I flew down the stairs, wondering what the fuck I could have done now, and knowing that it wasn't going to be good. My father was standing in the laundry room, holding my sweatpants, out of which he had just pulled a half pack of cigarettes. "Shit", I thought... "think fast...Christ I'm in trouble". "Young man, you told me yesterday that the cigarettes belonged to your friend. Now here I find another half smoked pack in your pants pocket. You were lying to me. I looked down: he had me cold; all I could say was "Yes sir, I'm sorry. I was afraid to tell you...I knew I was in trouble already". Dad then replied "Well, I guess we have two things to punish you for: lying and smoking. Get up to your room and get undressed". This time I knew what was coming. I took off all of my clothes and waited for him. No sense in fighting back `cause I am not going to win. I ducked into the bathroom and checked out my ass: God, I still had the marks from last time. Then I sat down on the bed and waited. I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs, and knew how the condemned feel when they hear the boots of the executioner. Strangely, my cock sprung to full erection by the time dad entered the room. He was carrying the plastic paddle plus a leather strap. The strap was old. It had a wood handle and the leather part of it was 2 feet long. It was about a half inch thick, well oiled and supple, and had been cut down the middle so it had two tails". "Stand up son" I heard. I complied, embarrassed by my hard on in this situation. As I did so, I glanced at my father's crotch and noticed a bulge...Jesus, he gets into this... "Bend over the bed Scott". I did so, and he placed the evil looking leather strap in front of me where I would see it. Then he picked up the Jokari paddle. The interrogation began. "How long have you been smoking?" Dad asked. "About a year sir" I replied, then felt the burn of the paddle as it came down. "OOOH" I cried...this was really hard, much more than yesterday. "And how many cigarettes do you smoke a day son". Dad asked. I hesitated, and felt two really hard whacks. I sucked in my breath and told the truth: 3 to 6 cigarettes a day dad, I don't really smoke that much". I felt another whack and heard him say "Good, then you won't have too much trouble giving them up...so you smoke an average of 4 cigarettes a day?" I said "Yes, more or less...but I swear I will stop". "And what is the date today son" I heard him ask. I thought for a moment...the date...what the fuck is it...then I replied "Saturday, Jan 19, 2002". I wasn't taking any chances on getting it wrong. "So how many days have there been this year" he asked. I thought, "what the fuck is this, a math test?" and then replied "19 sir". He then asked the question "and how many cigarettes have you smoked this year son...what is 19 times 4". I was appalled, because I thought I knew where this was going. Also, when you are bent over with your ass smarting and you are only 14 and use a calculater for math, it isn't easy to do this quickly. I multiplied in my head...4 times 10 is 40, and 9 times 4 is 36...76... "76 Sir". I said. Well, then you're in luck son, I believe that every year is a fresh start so I will only punish you for the ones you've smoked this year. I hope you enjoyed them, because now you will get 76 blows with the paddle". He started in even as I was begging " 76...Oh God that hurts...Please sir...AAH...Not 76...I can't take it...I'm so sorry...OH, OH, Help, please sir, I won't do it again". Over the next 20 minutes or so I got 76 blows, not that I really remember them all. I vaguely recalling putting my hand up to stop it and then being slammed down on the bed with my father holding my lower back and beating me as I sobbed and my legs kicked. Then it was over. I stood up and was directed to the corner. As I stood up from the bed, I noticed a long string of precum connecting my cock to the sheets. I quickly wiped it away and headed for the corner. Once there, I notice that I was continuing to dribble precum down onto the carpet, and hoped that Dad wouldn't notice. Dad left me around and went into the bathroom. I heard the door close and the toilet seat come up, then nothing. Eventually I heard low moaning and realized that my dad was in there beating off. That fucking pervert, he just beat the shit out of me and now he was getting off. However, the thought was having a predictable response on my own meat which was now throbbing and dripping. I had to do something with all that dripping: I squeezed my cock from the base to the tip milking it out into my hand, then ate it. I heard the toilet flush and the water run, then dad came back in. "Turn around" he said. Of course when I complied I my hard cock. He laughed and pointed at it and said "So you're growing up son, don't worry about it; I used to cum sometimes when your grandfather used that leather strap on me". "Now, about the lying to me. That is far more serious than the cigarettes and will get you your first introduction to the strap...". "But dad" I started to interrupt. "Shut up son...you are going to get 20 blows with that strap, but not until tomorrow morning. You need time to rest". I could not believe my own voice saying "Thanks dad" for this respite until tomorrow. Dad then left and I got back on line and instant messaged Jason: "Dude, I just got the shit beat out of me too". He replied quickly "Meet you in the canyon". I knew exactly where he meant. We kids used to build forts there when we were younger. I went out to meet him, hoping for a comrade in this whole weird and painful experience. To be continued.

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Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 16:02:48 From: john smith Subject: Living at Dad's House Part XII THE FOLLOWING STORY IS FICTION. If you are under age 18, or are offended by stories of homosexual S and M, go away and don't read this. THE STORY IS NOT INTENDED TO CONDONE OR ENCOURAGE THE ABUSE OF MINORS. IF YOU FIND THIS SCENE INTERESTING AND ARE TRAVELLING TO SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, YOU MAY E MAIL ME AT ostrich78@hotmail.com Living At Dad's House: Part XII That night Jason and I went to our bedroom early. My dad was left to clean up. As soon as we were alone, I talked to Jason: "You know, I don't think I can deal with this...My dad...well ..." (I couldn't really collect my thoughts). Jason leaned over and kissed me and held me tight. "SSSH...we'll talk about it later" he said in soothing voice. We lay back on the bed and slowly caressed each other. As we slipped out of our boxers, I noticed the dark tan line on both Jason and I. It looked really hot on him: his darkly tanned 6 pack, then the transition to light skin, then the faint trail down to his boyish adolescent bush surrounding that very non boyish 9 inch cock. Now that our love was not a secret, and there was no need to fear discovery, we could take our time when we made love. We kissed for what seemed like hours, we gently explored every subtle corner of one another's bodies with our fingers, then tongues. Finally, Jason said "Scott...will you make love to me?" I reached for the condoms and lube and gently entered Jason with him lying on his back. I grabbed each ankle as he pulled his legs back, and began a gentle rocking motion with my pelvis. Soon he was coming up to meet me, and I could feel him squeezing my dick with his ass muscles. I would get right to the point of ejaculating, then would stop, leaving my dick inside him. We must have done this for an hour, kissing, fucking, then finally I could hold it no longer and fired my load: it felt like I shot 6 or 7 times. Afterward, we lay together and talked. Jason opened the conversation. "Scott, maybe this wasn't the best way to go, but your dad didn't give much choice. He got me kicked out of my home, then tried to make me his slave boy. I know you love him, but he's kind of twisted and needs to have some controls over him." I listened carefully, nodding: Jason was right, dad got way out of control; there really wasn't another option. Jason continued: "at the same time, I don't think I can be the boss over everybody here. Everyone needs some accountability--you, me, your dad. Here's how I figure it should happen. Your dad will continue to raise you normally and punish you as he always did when you fuck up. When your dad steps out of line, I will discipline him, but I won't go out of my way to humiliate him if he stays in line. That leaves me..." I gazed at Jason, waiting to hear what would be said next. "I need some discipline too sometimes. Your dad can't do it; my dad won't have anything to do with me...will you do it ?" I was taken by surprise: fooling around, spanking each other, that was all cool. But real discipline? Actually hold my idol and lover accountable? I replied "I don't know if I can Jason..." "But you have to...otherwise I'll just end up a bully and arrogant like your dad" he replied. My head was swimming with all this so I tried to slow down and think it out: "So, you are going to keep my dad in line, he is going to keep me in line, and I'm going to keep you in line". "You've got it" said Jason. "All right...not much choice when you think about it" was my response. Jason then kissed me, and I felt my cock hardening again. I returned the kiss, and reached down to fondle his growing cock. Soon we were all over each other again, only this time Jason fucked me. We fell asleep, again in each others arms. The next morning when we awoke it was 8:00. Dad had breakfast waiting, and was still naked from last night. I could see his ass was pretty torn up, and was going to look that way for a long time. Trying to normalize the situation I said "Morning dad". "Morning son" he replied, then seeing Jason he said "Morning Sir". "Good morning" replied Jason, omitting the "boy" that a master could have said. After breakfast, Jason and I headed off for another hike. On the way out the door he said to my dad "after you get things cleaned up you can go back to doing your regular work". "Yes sir" was my father's reply. "Oh, and you can wear your boxers for the rest of the day" said Jason. "Thank you sir" was the last thing I heard as Jason and I headed out the door. We both had the same thing in mind: back to the waterfall, only this time we would have it all to ourselves. Once we reached the waterfall, it was just as I remembered it. The sound of the rushing water, smell of tropical flowers, exotic bird sounds in the distance. Jason and I slowly undressed one another, then kissed deeply. We waded into the cool water until it was at our waists. What a contrast: cold water causing our nuts to shrink up close to our bodies and next to red hot throbbing cocks. We held each other and caressed, moved under the waterfall for a brief time, then back to our caressing. I led Jason back up to the bank and he laid down on the mossy ground. Straddling him, I leaned down and kissed him over each eye, then on the nose, then on each ear, then deeply in his mouth. I could taste him, and I felt our cocks throbbing against one another. He drew back his legs, and taking the signal I slipped inside him. Soon I was pounding his ass furiously as we made love to the sound of the waterfall and the birds. The only other sound was my cock slipping in and out, my balls slapping time against him, and both of our gasps when I shot and almost simultaneously he shot all over his chest and face. Afterwards we bathed one another in the cool water, then sat holding each other on a rock by the water. We were so much in love, and in a paradise. We sat in silence for an hour or so before Jason began to feel horny again. He was really insatiable. Before long, we were sucking one another, then I was the one laying on my back on the ground. Jason was surprisingly gentle with me when he eased his big cock into my hole. As it was going in, I had a brief thought about how he had probably not been gentle yesterday with... then I was focused on our pleasure. Jason warned me about a minute before that he was going to cum. I pumped away at my cock and we shot simultaneously: him into my boy hole, me all the way up into my face and hair. We lay there with Jason still inside me, both exhausted for several minutes, then it was time to clean up again at the waterfall. We both fell asleep next to the water for about an hour, then I woke Jason up by gently massaging his body. He rolled onto his stomach and I worked each well defined muscle deeply with my hands. Jason returned the favor. By then, it was getting late. We decided to hike back to the house. Upon arriving, everything seemed pretty normal. Dad was cooking dinner; the house was clean, though we hadn't had to clean it then. We ate dinner together, then Jason and I voluntarily did the dishes. Afterwards, we sat and talked...or really Jason led a discussion. Jason: "Scott and I have been talking, and we have made some decisions about how it will be when we get home". Dad: "Sir?" Jason: " We have decided that things will pretty much be as they always were before your behavior caused me to have to take charge. You will relate to Scott as a dad. The old rules and expectations will still apply. If Scott gets out of hand; does poorly in school; or does anything else that warrants punishment, you will give it to him just like you used to. Scott is going to discipline me if I need it. When he does this, you will be sent away because a boy should not see his master being disciplined. I will have the same general rules as Scott, and he has promised to hold me accountable". Me: "So you see, it will be a lot like before, only your absolute power that you abused will no longer exist". Jason: "Yes, and getting to that, it is my intention that you will go about your work and social schedule as you always did. I see no reason to embarrass you, despite your behavior to me. To the outside world you will look like you adopted me and will appear to be a father to me. However, when you learn things about me that warrant discipline, you will tell Scott and he will decide. You are also going to get disciplined when necessary (Jason pointed at my dad when he said this). You are going to do well at work; you will share your performance reviews with me just as if they were a report card; you will be polite to others. You will be available to me sexually if I want, but I can tell you that I'm not that interested. I am in love with Scott, and the only reason I would see myself being sexual with you would be as part of a punishment. Any questions?" Me: "Seems clear to me". Dad: "Seems clear to me sir, and very equitable. I wasn't expecting it". After our discussion, we all went down to the beach for an evening swim. Jason and I took our clothes off. It was a memorable night, splashing in the water, and leaving phosphorescent trails in the moonlight. TO BE CONTINUED.

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Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 10:50:09 +0000 From: james williams <antipathy24@hotmail.com> Subject: I want to be punished I want to be punished. Chapter 5 Herewith the last of this series. Apologies for delays with this chapter but I have been away for several weeks with no access to computers. Anything over a month old gets lost on my email I have lost anyone who contacted me. Feel free, Adrian and others, to get in touch again. James. The story continues... By the morning James was really tired. Tied out, loosely spreadeagled on his back on a hard little raised platform bed in a room in the corner of the cellar, he had not slept much and was still sore from being whipped with the heavy lash on the day before. But although tired he was erect and obviously excited at what the Master had in store for him later in the day. James heard the door open and Sir's footsteps whispering across the stone cellar floor. He turned his head as far as he could and saw his Master coming over to him. Already Master had stripped to his black leather thong and James realised that his punishment was to carry straight on. Sir stopped beside James, and ruffled his hair, running an appreciative hand down James smooth young willing spreadeagled body, and gently encouraging the erection in the little yellow thong on the way. Please sir, before you do anything to me I need to go for a pee said James. The chains were undone from the cuffs and James was allowed to scamper off to the toilet in the corner before obediently returning to stand meek and passive in front of his Master. Turn around boy came the order, put your hands behind your back, and James felt the cord going around his wrists, tighter and tighter, the feeling that made him so excited as his hands were bound behind him. Right, come with me, came the order and Sirs hand behind his tousled head guided him out into the main cellar to where Master had prepared the rack and pulled it out ready the session. Overhead was a large mirrored ceiling and on a table alongside lay the boys whip James knew so well and a vicious looking black leather tawse about a metre long, 8cm wide and maybe 5ml thick. It had a moulded handle one end while at the business end it was split into several tails. The rack was a long bench of heavy wood about the height of a normal table. Its base on which many victims had lain, was shiny smooth wood and it was about a metre wide so that a boy could be effectively slightly spreadeagled. At each end soft leather thongs were lying ready, the head end thongs fastened by rope to go around a winch drum. Right James, up you go to lie on your back and Sir gave him a leg up where he lay down obediently. Legs apart he was told and each was secured with a soft leather thong. Arms over your head he was told and his wrists were also thonged to the straps which went to the drum winch and ratchet at the head end. The master stood back and admired the sight of this superb young boy, naked but for a tented thong, and held spreadeagled ready for punishment. Now then James, this is going to hurt probably more than anything I have done to you before, but it will complete your initiation into slave boy punishments and as you go home for holidays next week it will be the last thing we do together until your next term in four weeks, so take your punishment well and you can dream of it on your holidays. With that, Sir wound on the handle at the end and James felt his whole body stretching out tight. As it tightened James found he was unable to make any movement at all apart from moving his head from side to side. Unable to wriggle or writhe, and looking up he could however see the erotic sight of his tanned young body laid out and under the strain, his chest seemed exageratedly raised and his tummy sucked in, and over all of him a sheen of sweat was starting to form. He could feel it running down his forehead and he shook his head repeatedly to keep it out of his eyes. You will have to stand just one more notch came the voice of Sir, and as he applied the extra pressure James cried out at the pain, his tousled sweat soaked head thrashing from side to side while his body was rigidly stretched. The Master leaned over the stretched boy and felt his shoulders and thighs to make sure he was not damaging him. Then, unable to contain himself any longer, he had to release his straining erection from its tight leather thong, and with one touch shot streams of cum over the boys sweating body. Master did not like mess, and cleaned James and himself off with at towel before putting his thong back on and bending over James to speak gently to him. Courage James, you will stay like that for twenty minutes, he told him, and he leaned back to start a big clock on the wall. At twenty minutes I will wank you to climax. You will then stay stretched until you manage to get erect again. You will then be given ten lashes across your chest and tummy before release. I will choose the boys whip or heavier tawse when we see how you cope, and he did the hair ruffling routine and finally bent over to kiss this superb young boy on the lips to show his affection and love for his willing young victim. Now James was frightened that he would plead mercy and have his punishment doubled as he had arranged back at the beginning of the relationship. He was in greater pain than he had ever been and actually for maybe the first time really wanted it to stop, but of course had no way of achieving this. He decided to call for the gag so that he could not call out for mercy, and Sir, grinning at him, picked up the small ball gag and strapped it in place, first the neck strap and then the strap over the top of his sweaty curly head. By sheer will power and maybe because his body had become more used to the strain James lay still getting some relief by watching the sight of himself in the overhead mirror. The Master meanwhile walked gently around him savouring the sweating young body in pain on the rack. At twenty minutes, Master went forward and released the tie on the side of James's straining thong, and gently pulled it aside. So tight was the boy stretched that he could not pull the cord away from under him and between his legs. Now he took the straining young penis in hand and in only four of five gentle stokes James came in little jets of clear boy cum. His penis quickly went limp as he moaned into the ball gag but of course he could not relax as his body was still rigidly and relentlessly stretched! The Master was amazed when two minutes later James started to get erect again and within a minute his penis gave a good hard twitch to show he was fully aroused. Sir turned and looked at the soft whip and hard tawse, and picking up the tawse he told James that he had wanted the big whip yesterday, and today he would have the adult tawse. After all you are going for four weeks holiday to get over all this so you had better be dealt with firmly now. James with his ball gag could only moan and his big blue eyes watched his master as he picked up the tawse and flexed it. James heard the noise of the tawse as Sir swished it too and fro, he could not move his body which was held rigid for the whipping. Sir laid on the first stroke across the straining young tummy in front of him. Let us be fair, he had to be gentle in that in no way did he want to damage this willing young masochist. Hurt him yes, hurt him a lot, yes, because he knew the boy wanted that, but definitely not to damage the delightful body stretched out before him. The only response from James, who could move nothing but his head, was a grunt through the ball gag. Master worked the ten strokes at thirty second intervals from just above James's erection to across his nipples. He worked four from each side before laying the final two on his thighs, just below that straining erection. He was rewarded with ten red wheals with many little red tails where the split ends had wrapped around the boys ribs. Then, true to his word, he released the winch to slacken up the rack, and released the thongs from the boys wrists and ankles. James curled up into a ball and clutched his arms around his legs and as his gag was released he started to sob uncontrollably as the pain of his joints returning to normal took over. Sir leant over and picked up the slight figure of the naked boy, sat him on the edge of the rack with his legs dangling, and hugged him to him. It's alright James, you were great and there will be no more sex games today, I promise you. After five minutes hugging and crying the boy calmed down, though keeping his arms wrapped tightly around his near naked Master Please sir, sorry I cried came James little treble voice, but it really hurt too much. Then, with the amazing recovery time of boys, h e looked up with a tear stained cheeky grin and said, please sir, can we have our breakfast now! They went off upstairs to the warm carpeted and heavily curtained room, James had already put on his little thong he so admired, and that is what they did, a super heavy cooked breakfast was cooked by master in the upstairs room, while James looked on. Now we will have a quiet day, maybe watch a few videos and maybe get a few ideas for next terms meetings when you come over here, said the master. Yes sir, came the reply, but please, can I spend the day with my hands tied behind my back like you usually do to me because it feels nice like that! Master willingly agreed and added in one little extra touch. After tieing his wrists tightly behind him he reminded James that when he had first found him doing his own self bondage, he had been wearing a home made bikini of two hankies. I will dress you like that now because it was really sexy, and so saying he produced two hankies. He tied two corners, then folded the hankies into triangles, folding the extra bit inwards, then as James stood passively in front of him, with his hands bound behind him, the Master removed his thong and tied the new bikini in place on each hip. The only difficulty was keeping young James's erection within the folds but eventually he was clad in well tented tiny cotton hanky bikini sexily tied on his hips. And so it was that they spent the day. The Master sat on the settee working the videos he had in stock. Young James, curled up beside him and snuggled closely too him, his bikini erect as usual, and with his hands firmly tied behind him. I have to add, that he also had a very contented smile on his angelic and tear stained young face, especially as his master put his arm around him to hug him and comfort him. The Master was already dreaming up new and painful ideas for his willing young boy who would be back with him in four weeks. That is the end of this series but young James will return under a new heading, so watch in a month or so for "I deserve punishing again". This may be under a new email address.

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Date: Sat, 02 Feb 2002 05:27:00 From: john smith Subject: Living At Dad's House THE FOLLOWING STORY DID TAKE PLACE, BUT AT THE TIME I WAS AN ADULT "BOY" AS WAS MY "FATHER". THE BACKGROUND IS FACTITIOUS, BUT THE DESCRIPTION OF THE PUNISHMENTS IS 100% ACCURATE THE STORY IS NOT INTENDED TO CONDONE OR ENCOURAGE THE ABUSE OF MINORS. IF YOU FIND THIS SCENE INTERESTING AND ARE TRAVELLING TO SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, YOU MAY E MAIL ME AT ostrich78@hotmail.com Part I Last week I came to live with my dad because mom had given up on me. She said I was too defiant and out of control and that a man's hand could control me better. With only this statement, I was sent off at the age of 14 to live with my dad. Dad and I had a pretty good relationship as far as it went. I would see him one weekend a month and every other Christmas holiday. I never acted up at dad's house: our time was short and he was an imposing figure (at least to me at age 14). Dad stood 6-2, 180 lbs, broad shouldered and blond with little body hair. I know could describe him as a Nordic type. When we went to the gym together and showered, I could not believe the size of his cock. It must have been 7 inches soft. I on the other hand stood at 5 ft, 125 lbs, blond, smooth with some curly blond pubic hair surrounding my 6 inch (fully erect) cock. For a 14 year old, I was a real stud. When I moved in to dad's house, he gave me the lecture that I was expected to behave and that I would be held responsible for my actions. I didn't make much of it. Mom always said the same thing, and I pretty much did as I pleased. From my point of view, the first week went well. I was playing well in basketball; there was a girl named Susie who thought I was cute; I was doing OK in school and hanging out with my buddies. So as far as I was concerned everything was great when I came home from basketball practice. As soon as I walked in the door though, it was clear that dad did not think everything was great. "Young man, I told you when you came to live with me that you would be expected to behave. I am extremely disappointed in you. You are about to find out what happens to boys who misbehave here". I replied quite innocently "what do you mean? I'm doing fine, no behavior problems, you're crazy. I haven't done a thing to be punished for". Dad then reached behind and pulled out 3 objects: an empty beer, a pack of cigarettes, and a Penthouse magazine that I use to jerk off with. "So what are these doing in your room?" he asked. I was PISSED: "You asshole, that's my room. You have no right to go in my room. Who do you think you are sneaking around my private things. I'm not the one who ought to be punished here. You give me back my magazine right now". Dad just stared down at me and grasped my shoulder and squeezed: it hurt, and I stopped. "Listen up: smoking, drinking and pornography are not allowed in my house. Additionally, your smart foul mouth has gone too far. I have considered disciplining you several times this week, and now you are going to get it". Get your ass up to your room and wait. I sarcastically replied "so what are you going to do, SPANK ME?" Dad just glared and pointed up at my room. I went there and sat on my bed and thought. "Shit, I've really done it this time. I have no idea how dad punishes but he is really pissed. I had better keep quiet up here and apologize as soon as he comes up. I'll probably be grounded for a month". Then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, a knock and my father entered. I sat on my bed and looked up at him and did my very best to win him over " Dad, I am really sorry. I don't know what came over me. I had no right to speak to you like that. I hope you can forgive me...and I confess that the beer was mine. I stole one can from the fridge because I wanted to know what it tasted like. I don't usually drink. And the cigarettes were not mine: they belong to Jason...the porn, well you know, you're a guy...". As my excuses and apologies tapered off, he looked at me and said "Son I already forgive you, but that doesn't mean you won't be punished. You need a major attitude adjustment. The beer is a big deal: you're only 14. The porn is not something I tolerate in my house. For now, I'll believe you on the cigarettes". "I told you when you came here that you would be held responsible for your actions. I'm going to punish you the way my father punished me: you're getting a spanking. And when I finish with you, you'll think a long time before you show that attitude to another adult". "Now take off your clothes...". I stood there like an idiot, my mouth open, transfixed. Boys don't get spanked any more. Besides, I'm 14, I have a girlfriend; I'm a jock at school. I'm a stud. This can't possibly be happening to me. I started to protest, then looked up at my dad and realized that there was no way out of this. I slowly undressed. Untie my left shoe, slowly take it off. Right shoe...left sock...right sock...stand up...shirt...I then looked at my dad and he nodded. With shaking hands I unzipped my pants and stepped out of them. I turned away from dad. Christ! What a time to get a boner. FUCK, he's going to see it. "Turn around son" I heard. I slowly complied, cupping my hands in front of the tented briefs in a futile attempt to hide my woody. Dad acted like he didn't even hear me and said "Now the boxers". I looked at him pleadingly... "Please dad, don't do this...you can spank me as hard as you like...I deserve it...but PLEEASE NOT with my boxers off too". "Son I am going to count to 5. If those boxers aren't off I am taking them off and you will be punished worse...1...2..." By the time he got to 4 I was stepping out of my boxers. As I stood up my woody slapped up against my stomach and throbbed up and down in time with my hearbeat. Dad sat down on the edge of the bed and said "come here". I approached him and stood in front of him, then he turned me to one side and I was over his lap. He used his left hand to press down my shoulders, and his legs locked mine. I wasn't moving anywhere. Then, just as I knew it would, it began. "SMACK" "Oh" I cried, not believing this and not yet registering the pain, just the surprise. "Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack" came the next 4 in quick succession. "Shit" I yelled. "Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack" came rapid fire blows harder than before. I heard my dad say "that's the kind of language you are going to stop using". After another 10 blows I was bawling and trying to move. It was no use though, he just kept at it. "Dad, please...Oh...please stop...it hurts...I promise I will do better...I have learned my lesson...I swear". The Spanking continued for another 20 blows. When it finally ended, I was bleating like a baby goat. My nose was running; my face streaked in tears. Dad simply placed his hand on my lower back and ass and gently rubbed until I stopped. He said "get up son" which I did, and I reached for my undershorts. "Stop son, its not time for that. GO stand in the corner. Your attitude adjustment is over, but you need to spend some time thinking." I went to the corner as directed and stood. Dad departed and closed the door. I heard the bathroom door close; the toilet seat go up; and the unmistakable sound of an adult male emptying his bladder. Then a flush. The water ran for a bit and stopped. The door opened and closed, then I heard dad re enter my room. "Turn around son" he said. I complied, and was embarrassed as I did so to note that my cock and balls were shriveled. It was like I hadn't hit puberty...like when I go swimming in cold water. I thought to myself, "look at the stud now" and was glad no one could see me. Dad then went on "Son, you have not yet been punished for the beer. That's a much more serious offense. You are now going to get that punishment. I don't want to hear any argument or I will double it. Now follow me." I followed him into his room, which has a sitting area and a bed room area. In the sitting room is an overstuffed sofa and chair. Across the top of the chair was a wooden spatula; about a foot long and 3 inches wide .Dad then came up behind me and gently bent me over the back of the chair until only my toes were touching the ground. He then placed my arms on the chair and told me to hang on and stay in that position until he told me to move. Then I felt something cold on my ass. It was kind of stimulating. I realized that it was the spatula being moved in circles around my hot reddened cheeks. Then it was off my skin and I tensed for the blow, but instead the spatula began to massage the side of my scrotum and penis. I could feel myself growing erect and even sticking my ass out farther so that the spatula would rub more of my dick. Then, suddenly the feeling was gone and the spatula smacked down on my ass. This was entirely different from the deep thud of my dad's hand. He was snapping his wrist with the spatula so that each blow stung greatly, but did not last long. He was rapidly striking all over my butt on both cheeks with my never knowing where it would land next. I began dancing on my toes and twisting and tensing my cheeks. "Hold still and take it" I heard. I struggled to comply. The blows came harder and faster now and I was soon hyperventilating and sniveling and crying again. I began to moan, then plead under my breath..."Please...please...please...oh...that hurts...please...I'll never drink beer again...I swear". Dad simply went on spanking and said "when I'm through you probably won't drink beer again for a long time". The stinging spanks rained down for another 5 minutes or so, then they stopped. "Just lay there and compose yourself" I heard. Eventually I stopped crying, wiped my eyes and nose with the back of my hand, and lay limply across the padded chair. "Now it's time for your final punishment". The pornography is the most serious offense. Pornography degrades the person in it and the person who reads it. It reduces people to just sexual beings" (I was thinking so, that's the point...you can't whack off thinking about nonsexual beings). This punishment will be with the paddle. Then I looked up and saw dad holding an innocent looking clear plastic paddle: it looked like a ping pong paddle only bigger. I thought to myself "this won't be so bad". He then said "it's a Jokari paddle, and it will be used on you any time you need it". "Stand UP" he commanded. I hurried to comply and he led me to the bed. "I want you to kneel on all fours" he said. I did so immediately. "Now drop down on your chest and put your hands in front of you" was the next command. Resigned to my fate I complied, painfully aware that my cock and balls were dangling in the wind. "Spread your knees...no farther". "God" I thought, could it get any worse. My asshole was probably showing. "Now you will only get 10 blows with the paddle, but you will hold still and count each one". I thought to myself "only 10, he must be feeling sorry for me...I can do this". Then suddenly my ass exploded into white searing heat. "AAAAAGH" I screamed. Then again, the same blow landed on the other cheek "OOOOOH HELP..NOOOO". "Son, aren't you forgetting to count" I heard. "TWO" I shouted. "NO, we start again at one" dad said. Then it began "ONE..." "TWO"... OH, OH, please dad. Please stop. "THREE"...GOD, I could barely breath, I had never cried so hard in all my life. I was wailing like a little girl... "FOUR...FIVE...SIX...SEVEN...EIGHT...NINE...TEN". I lay there sobbing as dad came over next to me. He had me lay down on my stomach and he rubbed my shoulders and neck until I had calmed. "Son" he said, "I love you very much". "You took that well...but understand that you will get this again if I have to. You need to grow up right and behave". "Yes Sir" I said, not believing my own voice since I had never called anyone Sir before. "Now son, go take a cool shower and go to bed". I did so, then as I returned to my room I noticed that dad had picked up my things, and the clothes I had been wearing were gone. I lay on my stomach and fell asleep with my throbbing ass. On my way off to sleep, I noticed that my dick was rock hard. I couldn't understand it, but the thought went away as I passed into sleep. To Be Continued.

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Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2001 19:32:17 -0000 From: Ricky G <quickrick@btinternet.com> Subject: Housemate to Houseboy (part 3) Housemate to Houseboy (part 3) by Rick The next morning again found me standing in Andrew's bedroom waiting for instructions while he ate the breakfast I had made him. "I left my clothes from yesterday on the floor over there. You can wear those in to your lectures today, but before you do, come here." I walked over to him and he pulled my briefs down to my thighs, put me over his knees and whacked me 40 times. He then ran his hands over my glowing red, arse. " Very nice. Now, I told you I did some shopping yesterday. And I'm going back for some more things today. But here's something else I got yesterday." He grabbed my cock and wound something round it and fastened it. I looked at it curiously. "It's a cock ring. It'll keep you quite hard for the rest of the day. I'm sure that should give you some thrills today." "Thank you, master." "You are not to take it off. You'll be wearing it at least until I get home. Now get dressed. I put Andrew's clothes on in front of him - I had no pride now about dressing in private. I had quite a few lectures that day and it was extremely off-putting sitting there with the cock ring on and my cock always at least half hard. It was even harder negotiating a piss when I needed one. Plus I still found it a very horny experience sitting there in Andrew's clothes. It was with relief that I got home that afternoon and immediately took off all Andrew's clothes - apart, of course, from his briefs that I had been wearing since last night. Andrew arrived not long after me, with some bags and a big smile on his face. "You and I are going to have some fun this evening. Take those briefs off." I did so. I was beginning to feel no shame about standing naked in front of my master, and certainly some pride in how he was treating me. "Bend over." Again I did as I was told. I felt pressure at my arse. "What is it, master?" "A butt plug, my little cocksucker, to loosen you up in case I want to play with your arse. This is just a little one for now. I'll try some bigger ones later - or maybe wait for another day. Now, thank me for your present and tell what you want me to do," "Thank you so much, master, for buying me this lovely present. Will you please stick it up my arse, sir?" He began to push harder. I did my best to relax and make the job easier. It started off quite narrow, but I could feel the increasing width of it, before my sphincter rounded the end and snapped shut on it. He'd said it was a small one, but at that moment the way it seemed to fill my arse made me worried about how I would ever take a bigger one. On the other hand it was an interesting sensation and had been done to me by my master, who I would do anything for. Andrew moved me over to the table, bent me over it and waved something in front of my face. "This is called a tawse. Should make you nice and warm." He went behind me and started hitting my bare arse with it. I jumped after the first one, but then began to enjoy the attention my backside was getting - it was a very different feel to Andrew's hand or the slipper. It hurt and my arse was feeling very sore, and yet I can't say how much I enjoyed it. After fifty hits, he stopped. "Stand up. You will wear this plug from now until I remove it. I'm sure you' ll get a lot of pervy pleasure out of having it stuck up your arse. Now these are what you'll wear for the next few hours." He held up a pair of white Y-fronts. I looked at them dubiously, as they seemed rather small. Andrew must have noticed the look on my face. "Yes. They are small, aren't they? They're for twelve year olds, so this should be interesting." He handed them to me and I stepped into them and pulled them up. They were even tighter than the red briefs he'd given me yesterday - not only was my cock absolutely straining to get out (especially as it would not go soft because of the cock ring), but the elastic in the waistband and leg holes dug into me. Andrew laughed. "Don't worry. You won't be wearing them all night, although they certainly do something for you." With this, he reached and played with my cock for a minute or two, increasing the pressure in these tight Y-fronts. He turned me round and had a good fondle of my arse too. What a pleasure it was to be handled like this by my master! He slapped my arse. "Go and make the dinner," he instructed. I had to eat my dinner sat at his feet. When it came to the pudding, he instructed me to put the bowl on the floor and eat it doggy fashion. I ended up with custard on my nose as I dug my mouth into the bowl. Later on, when I'd done the dishes, he had me sit next to him on the sofa while he watched TV. One hand was under my backside, fingering my arse crack and the other was absently playing with my cock and balls. Fun, but hard going when your cock has no room to expand in. A couple of hours of this were followed by an instruction to stand up and remove my Y-fronts. I breathed a sigh of relief and my cock sprang free in a very satisfied manner. Andrew reached over and removed the cock ring. He ran a hand over my cock and balls, still smooth from when he had shaved them. "You look just like a baby," he said, with a grin, "with those hairless balls." He rummaged in one of the bags he had brought home and pulled out a large nappy. "Guess what my baby's going to be wearing?" "The nappy, sir." "Yep. And I've got more of these for different occasions, maybe I'll even get you to wear one into lectures one day." He saw the look on my face and laughed. "Don't worry! If I do, I'll find you some baggy trousers." He walked over to me and pulled the nappy up between my legs and fastened it. He patted my backside through it. "Now, my little perv, all you've got to do to get out of that one tonight is piss in it." I gaped at him. This had come as a surprise. His face adopted a strange expression. "Oh, no. You're not going to tell me you want to make me sad, are you?" That was it. I couldn't disappoint him - not now he was my master. And I loved him so much. "No, sir. I'm sorry for making you feel sad, sir. I will piss in my nappy, sir." I tried, I really did, but I just couldn't do it. Andrew smiled at me. "It's all right. You don't have to do it straight away. I'm sure it takes time to do it the first time." We sat down. He rang his hand over my chest and played with my nipples. I began to feel hard again - remember I hadn't had a wank or any release since Andrew had become my master. Eventually, I felt my bladder asking to be relieved and, with some effort, a little dribble came out. Andrew pulled forward the front of the nappy. He shook his head. "No, not yet. I want that nappy soaking with your piss." I was feeling ashamed about having even let loose a dribble, but was determined not to disappoint my master. This time I found it harder to start and once I had started I didn't seem to be able to stop. I felt the piss soaking into the nappy, round my balls and my arse. Although I was a bit disgusted with myself initially, I realised I quite liked the warm, wet feeling. Eventually the flow ceased. Andrew clapped me on the shoulder and then kissed me on the lips. A sign of favour indeed! "Well done. I really didn't think you'd manage that. I think you deserve a reward." He unzipped his trousers and pulled them and his briefs down to his ankles. He indicated that I should kneel between his legs. Again I got to swallow his length and begin tasting, sucking, nibbling and exploring it. There I was on my knees with a butt plug up my arse, a piss-soaked nappy round my groin, sucking on my master's cock. At that moment only one thought could make me feel happier. The thought that sooner or later, this wonderful cock would have to end up inside my arse while Andrew fucked me. Andrew came quite quickly and I swallowed his come greedily. He pulled his briefs and trousers back up and sent me to get a shower, telling me I could also take the butt plug out. I must admit I kept the butt plug in until I had nearly finished the shower and gave it a little jiggle before slowly removing it. I was surprised at how empty my arse felt without it in. When I returned, he was already in his dressing gown and handed me his briefs from the day to wear. As I settled into his warm briefs and snuggled beside him, he had an announcement to make. "Tomorrow's Saturday. Time for a visit to the local swimming baths I think." Now, why did I feel that that was not going to be as simple as it sounded? to be continued

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Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2001 09:12:55 -0700 From: HAJ Subject: Visiting lecturer I hope you enjoy, it was a memorable experience. I can remember it so clearly, 19 years ago. The excitement of being asked to chauffeur and act as a guide and assistant to the guest speaker for the special lecture series at our University's department. This man was considered an outstanding lecturer and had won several important awards for his work in my chosen field. I had read many of his papers and he was a major influence in the direction my studies were going. I so looked forward to meeting this man. I welcomed the Dr. at the airport, picked up his bags and took him directly to the hotel suite we had reserved for him. Giving him his agenda as we went. He was a shorter man than my 6' at about 5' 8" and I guessed him to be about 55 -60 with his white hair. His pale blue eyes were piercing and he missed nothing as I moved his luggage into his room. He went to the window where he had a great view of the river and you could see the campus where he would be speaking in a matter of hours. After placing his bags on the luggage rack I went over the window and pointed out the buildings of the campus that were visible. He moved slightly behind me so he could follow the pointing of my hand. I felt his presence behind me in a familiar way that surprised me, finding it disconcerting when he rested his hand on my back it was like there were no personal boundaries between us. He pointed at the steeple commenting on the design origin, I noticed the thick dull round gold band on his hand while explaining the recent renovations to the spire. He withdrew from behind me telling me what to order in the form of lunch from room service, he then made the aside that I would join him for lunch and to order what I wanted as well. He then entered the bathroom with his overnight bag, leaving the door slightly ajar he called out to me, telling me to hang up his suit and iron his shirts if necessary. I stood there for a minute absorbing this fascinating man's purpose. No moment seemed thoughtless, a definite economy of action accompanied with purpose. He had not disappointed me with his presence, merely his familiarity and the way he commanded me and I responded, ... immediately. I phoned Room Service ordering the food and listened to the shower as it ran. I set about hanging his suit and shirts up, it felt weird going through another man's clothing. I had ironed one shirt when lunch arrived. I hate fucking ironing. Room service was relatively quick and had just left when the Dr. emerged from the bathroom cleanly shaved in a heavy white bath robe supplied by the Hotel. It showed his shape off with the slight thickening of his waist. His chest hairy but not overly so. I pulled the chair out so he could sit down and went to sit down myself, however he held up his glass to me and without a word I stopped my own sitting and I poured him a glass of red wine that he had ordered. "You can join me" he said. I smiled and replied "Thank you sir, but I still have to drive." "Good, but I insist you join me as a single glass won't hurt you" was his response. So I poured wine into my glass. He then went on to ask me about the school and different professors and how their research was going. It was in such a definite manner that I realized he was finding out who was working and who was simply wasting their research funds. His eyes probed me at every question and I felt like I was being undressed from my mind to the type of clothing I was wearing. I worked hard at my answers and gave them as honest and complete as possible, I felt that I was having an oral exam. He asked about my future and what interested me in my research and his field. He went on to suggest different schools for grad studies. After lunch he got up and went back over to his suitcase on the luggage rack, he removed his bathrobe and threw it on the bed. I started to excuse myself, he turned and looked at me with nothing on. His eyes caught mine and he told me to sit down on the bed that he wasn't through with me yet. I moved to the bed and sat. He smiled, but it wasn't so much a happy smile as one filled with his confidence. He kept looking at me and I stared at him, somewhat embarrassed in his naked presence. What does one look at in such situations? He came over to me in what was a sexual move. His cock was hardening in front of him and bounced above his balls. My mouth opened I was not sure I really understood the significance of what was to take place. I had a casual girlfriend, another student and we kept each other satisfied without too many heavy emotional demands. I had played around before with guys but not enough to determine my sexual preference but this man saw something in me that could be commanded and he did. He put his hand behind my head and on my ear and pulled it gently toward his cock, matching my mouth to his cock. It was not fully hard yet and the skin still partially covered the head. The head of his prick was small and it gently swelled to a much thicker dimension behind the head and then it tapered smaller as it reached his groin. I am sure he was no longer than six inches and more likely it was only 5 inches long, I was sure my own cock was bigger. My dry lips came in contact with the moistening cock head, I licked them and his cock at the same time, lubricating my lips and bringing his taste to my mouth. His hand held me in place but did not force me onto him or him into me. It was my choice to go further. My tongue went out and my mouth opened and I brought this great man into my mouth. It was perfectly shaped in form and size and I was soon sliding my mouth from tip to stern. Forcing the skin behind the head with my tongue. His other hand grabbed my other ear and stopped me. "Take your clothes off, ... now" He backed up and I stood, removing my clothes for him. His cock wet with my saliva and his pre cum, slowly drooped after its initial hardening as I undressed. As my shoes came off, followed by my pants and shorts, I vainly thought of how superior my body was to his. I was younger, taller, thinner, flatter stomach, more toned and a bigger cock with similar size balls. It didn't matter to him, he was in control. "Lay down, ... lean your head over the edge", as I got on my back on the bed with myself at a slight angle from perpendicular to the bed . He kneeled with his right leg on the bed against my torso trapping my right arm behind him and under his knee and took the base of my cock between his thumb and forefinger, wrapping the rest of the hand around my balls and forcing them up and out from my body. His cock moved to my lips and I opened my mouth to let him back in. He slid it to the base where his balls came in contact with my nostrils. He withdrew, put his hand on my right nipple and squeezed gently and firmly. His cock started moving in a definite rhythm. From tip to base, in and out, my tongue U shaped around it to keep the head from leaving me. He was entirely in control and he used me. The shape of his cock shut off the air to my lungs from its shape and size. I would breathe when he pulled back for me to gasp a bit of air in, then it returned, his thrusts getting more demanding, faster, harder. I was soon choking and I found he held me in this position with his grasp on my own genitals. He offered no relief with his hand but basically held me there with my head trapped between the top and side of the bed and his knee at my torso and his left hand no longer gentle on my nipple as he twisted it hard, demanding my mouth. His thrusts so hard the silky white hair on his scrotum felt like bristles against my nostrils. "Yeah take it", was the only warning I got as he unloaded his pent up balls into my throat and then mouth. I was choking and to my surprise cumming at the same time. As he made short thrusts into my throat unloading his balls, his right hand tightened ending my own orgasm prematurely as I tried to unload my balls. My own legs had come up trying to move my body to get air. He slowly withdrew, as my mouth opened and I snorted from my nostrils as cum and snot invaded my sinus's and I gasped for air. His cock still in my mouth, he let me breathe a couple of breaths with my mouth and rammed it back in, withdrew his cock slowly and put the hand that had tortured my right nipple to my jaw and held it open as he ran the underside of his cock against my tongue to remove whatever slime was on it. He changed his position and ran his cock between my lips cleaning himself on me. He sighed "Much better". He took away the hand that had held me in place with my cock and balls and ran his hairy forearm against my lip as I knowingly removed traces of my incomplete orgasm. I reached to play with myself to relieve the tension. "No, stop" I stopped. My air starved brain was in another zone, as I realized how I had just been used by this man that I had worshipped. He was definitely the alpha male and I had been put in my place. He told me to go shower as he washed his cock in the sink. When I got out of the shower, he was practically dressed. I dried myself and got dressed, we went to the faculty club and met up with some of the professors. He gave an excellent lecture and as I drove him back to his room that night after the faculty wine and cheese. I hoped that he would use me again and relieve the pressure from my balls. He stopped me from coming up by telling me to me to pick him up at 6:30 the next morning. The next morning he was all dressed and packed when I arrived. No attempt to get me to suck his cock, dominate me or anything was even mentioned or hinted at. I was disappointed, the look in his eyes told me not to even attempt to repeat yesterdays activities. I packed his bags down to the car and he got in. At the airport I unloaded the car, he shook my hand and wished me good luck in my studies and thanked me for being an able assistant. I went directly home showered and played with my tender right nipple and wanked so hard that I blew a huge load all over the shower wall. I had wanted him to fuck me, dominate me, to take my virginity, but he was the alpha male and I was simply his to command. Every time I saw him at a conference afterwards he was cordial to me but that was all. HAJ

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Date: Thu, 17 Oct 2024 13:34:46 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Dave's boi julian chapter 13 13. Punished with love I bind Julian's arms to a bench and raise his legs over his head, chaining them to a hook on the wall, spread apart so I can see the boy's face and his hole. I can see the fear on his face and that is a good thing. I've come to understand that the fear of being punished can be every bit as effective as the punishment itself to help form a proper attitude in a slave. I also realize that I love this boy and I love the story we've been living together. This love is powerful; this love must guide all the decisions I make about how to best train this boy to become what he truly needs to become�an obedient slave who can use his own intelligence to guide his attitudes and behavior. "Julian, listen to me: I'm punishing you to help you understand that you must behave like a slave at al times. No drama. Not showing any attitude. Just surrender and obedience. I'm going to give you a good thrashing now just like the first time, but this will be a lot more painful because this is true punishment this time. Feel the pain and let it teach you what you need to learn. And while I'm spanking you, I want to hear you keep telling me how sorry you are. Say the words until you can't say them any more because you've broking down crying. "Feel the pain, boy. Absorb every single bit of it. Let it teach you what you are and how you need to behave." I thrash away and realize that my hands are going to have to toughen up if I continue to punish him this way. Soon his ass is bright red, and my hand hurts like hell so I make him reverse himself so I can start beating him with the other hand. And soon, the words some, "I'm soroy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise I'll behave and be a better slave, Master. Please, Master, it hurts. I'm sorry." "O my God, Master, I can't believe how much it hurts. So much more than I ever imagained. Please, Master, have mercy on me. I promise I will behave. I promise I'll think like a slave in all my dealings with my superiors." "And who are your superiors, boy?" "Every man, Master. Every single man is superior to me and should be honored and obeyed." "Are you truly convinced of this, boy?" He starts to cry. "Yes, Master, please help me learn." I wait until the crying has subsided. I was about to wipe the tears from the boy's face but decide to let them be. "Open your hole for me, Julian. I want to pleasure myself inside you. I want you to feel your Master's cock. I want to feel you giving yourself to me like a good slave. I want to possess you." "Please, Master Dave, please have me. You are so good to me I want to give myself to you however you want." I take my cock and plunge into him, all at once and the sound he makes is so intensely beautiful that it's all I can do to hold myself back from spilling myself into him. "ohhhh I am yours, Master. Yours to use, yours to punish, yours to train." I can feel how intensely, how willingly he surrenders himself to me as I fuck him with long powerful thrusts and I feel like I'm fucking his very soul. I cry out one word as I spill myself into him, "SLAVE!" And he knows what it means. Yes, indeed. I am his Master and he is my slave. I am not afraid to love him and he realizes that I am giving him something he never realized he needs, something more powerful than anything he ever imagined possible. I possess him. I own him. I love him. And as he gazes into my eyes while still bound, while he feels my juices dripping from his open hole and the pain of my strap cauterizing him and healing him at the same time, he resolves to surrender everything to me and in that surrender, the slave vows to prove his undying gratitude and love and devotion to me in every possible way. And I pledge my love to him as well. And so, as this story comes to an end, a new chapter in our life begins. Next, I'll tell you about my boi Murphy, a boi who became mine when we were still in high school. Look for Dave's boi murphy, which will appear soon. Dom Dave SO THAT'S THE END of this Chapter. Please write and tell me what you think. subkodak25@gmail.com I'm also on Telegram as sub_kodak. Say Hi! And listen, since you probably spend a lot of time on Nifty, why not help with expenses by making a donation, no matter how small. https://donate.nifty.org

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Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2002 10:52:53 -0500 From: istari Subject: Mastering Alex 26 - 27 The following story describes the evolving relationship between and man and a thirteen-year-old boy. It is the story of a safe, loving, consensual, dominant/submissive relationship and does contain scenes of bondage, sadomasochism, etc. If that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading. This story is utter fiction, the product perhaps of my own childhood fantasies, and nothing more. Comments are welcome at istari_olias@hotmail.com Mastering Alex Chapter 26: New Rules Robert and Sam stayed for close to an hour, sharing insights with me on the vagaries and protocols of this tight- knit community Alex and I had joined. And it was a community, one that existed in the shadows of everyday reality. I was told it was never to be referred to as a club - `that's for amateurs' they told me - and those who were involved in it, masters and slaves alike, were not to be referred to as members. Associates, friends, family, these were the phrases used and expected, and the implication and expectation of permanence was quite clear. There was, of course, a natural hierarchy, with junior slaves like Alex occupying the very bottom; but everyone, from the most experienced master to the least experienced slave, was treated with respect. Slaves did suffer humiliation at times, after all it is in their nature to do so, but there were limits, and I recalled once more Robert's guiding philosophy, that a slave's basic rights as a human being never be abused or ignored. It is a way of thinking, and a way of treating and raising Alex, that appealed to me deeply. I'd seen the boy grow happier and more confident since our journey together had begun. He was stronger now, inside and out, and yet he'd lost none of his kindness, his compassion, his thoughtfulness, his gentle nature. Alex was a slave, but his beautiful spirit was free. And even as he slept, the three of us continued making plans for the boy's next five days. What we would do to him and make him do, ways to push his endurance to the limit and beyond, games we would play with him to keep him confused and off balance, and awake. Michael diligently sat with pad and pencil between his legs and worked out a suitable schedule for us, ensuring Alex would always have two people watching him while the rest of the household slept in shifts. In the end, I realized, we would all be working a lot harder than Alex himself in the days to come. "Do we tell him, or just do it?" Samuel Collins asked, as he leisurely stroked his little pet boy's back. "That is his master's decision, I believe," Robert replied. All eyes, even young Sebastian's, were on me at that moment. I had to think about it. Knowing Alex like I do, telling him when it began would have been the more cruel and manipulative choice, giving him time to think and worry about the entire five days within the span of a few minutes. Forcing him right into it with no warning also held a certain appeal. He would have no grasp of the larger game being played until he was well and hopelessly committed to it. In the end I chose cruelty. Alex would know and already be dreading it before we even started. "What do you think, Michael?" I asked. The young man nearly dropped his pencil, then looked at his master first before answering me. "I agree with you, sir. I think you should tell him." "No. I think we'll make you tell him, with your master's permission of course," I replied sharply. Robert grinned, as a look of absolute dismay crossed Michael's handsome and still boyish features. "Problem, Michael?" Robert asked darkly. The eighteen-year-old sat up straight. "No, master." "Then it's settled," I announced. "Once the evening is over, we'll bring him back here and begin. Agreed?" Robert and Samuel indicated their approval, and there was a playful, almost wicked smirk in young Sebastian's eyes. Something told me I would need to watch that boy carefully. Not that I expected him to be capable of cruelty, but mischief yes, to a large degree. Michael, in contrast, appeared to be in some far off place, perhaps envisioning his new and unexpected role where my Alex was concerned. With my guests departed, I returned to the bedroom and gazed at the boy beneath the blankets. Alex lay on his right side, one hand beneath the pillow, the other resting gently above it, close to his face. He was beautiful, and in that moment I needed to be with him. Still in my clothes, I pulled the covers back and crawled in beside him. He stirred and groaned at me, then shivered, struck by the panic that often hits when one is awakened suddenly from a deep sleep. "It's just me, Alex," I said quietly, gently squeezing his shoulder. With a soft whimper, he rolled himself over to face me. His hazel eyes were tired, and I saw them dance, just momentarily, in apprehension, wondering what wicked game his master might be up to now. I felt a curious delight that he was beginning to think that way, but also a sudden sadness, as if the closeness we'd shared had somehow slipped away, just a little. I smiled at him, and I suppose my eyes told him it really was just me, his brother, his protector, his lover. There were times when being his master was simply too much for either of us to bear. "You don't have to get up, honey," I told him, as his hand found mine. "I thought you might like some company." "Thanks," Alex said, as I kissed his fingers. "How was it?" I asked. "Being whipped like that." My boy let his head fall back onto the pillow, and he stared straight up at the ceiling, blinking his eyes slowly. "Terrible." "Alex . . ." "I didn't say I wouldn't do it again," he replied, his voice cracking and trembling. "The worst part was knowing you were watching. I couldn't let him beat me. I wasn't going to say my word . . . I wasn't going to let him make me do it . . . even if he killed me." "You know it never would have gone that far . . . but I believe you. Robert says everyone's talking about you." "Cool." "You liked all that attention, didn't you?" "Sometimes," he said, moving close to me so I could wrap my arms around him. "I didn't like that thing he put around my neck." "The yoke?" "Yeah, that." "Humiliating?" Alex nodded slowly. "That was the idea. And know that I know how much you hate it, we'll definitely be getting one for you to wear around the house." He glared at me, but I felt his cock twitch against my leg. It was slowly hardening as the thought of being yoked like an animal ran through his head. "That excites you." "Yes." His voice was small and guilty, and, instinctively, the boy started rubbing himself against me. "No more of that, little man," I told him, pushing him away. His sweet young eyes were desperate. "Please put my belt back on. Please! I can't stand it like this." "You have to learn, Alex. I'm very disappointed in you. You made yourself ejaculate when I was fucking you. You did not have permission to do that." "I'm sorry, Steve. It just felt so good, I couldn't stop." "You could have. You just didn't want to. A slave has no right to pleasure himself." "I know. I'm in trouble, aren't I?" "I won't punish you here, but you're going to be spending several hours in the stocks when we get home, maybe with four or five pounds of lead hanging from your balls." Normally such a comment would have produced some smart remark from him. Instead there was only silence. A sudden thought must have crossed his mind, and it showed on his face. "Are you mad at me?" "Aw, honey, no. I'm not mad." I stroked his arm and shoulder, then his cheek. "I know how hard it is for a boy your age to show restraint, but that's still no excuse. I'm not going to keep you in the belt all the time. That would be too easy for you. From now on, when you're not in your belt, I want you to tell me when you're having an erection. Even when we're out in public, I want to know about it, anytime, anywhere. Understood?" "Yes, sir." "Every erection earns you punishment. It's your job to keep track and tell me how many you had at the end of the day." "Man, my ass is gonna be red forever!" "Probably," I laughed and kissed him on the forehead, and he melted back into my arms. "But there are some exceptions. When you're bound, or chained to your bed, or sleeping in your cage . . . anytime you can't touch yourself, it's okay for you to be hard. And when we're in the dungeon together. I expect you to have an erection then." Alex sighed and snuggled up against me. "I like that." "Do you?" "Yeah. And I've got one right now." "I know you do. But we'll start with a clean slate, alright?" "Ok." "Go back to sleep. I'll wake us up in a few hours." "What'll we do then?" he asked as he rolled over onto his side once more. "You'll see." I got us up around five, the growling of our stomachs making further sleep impossible. I took Alex to the bathroom and cleaned him out with the enema equipment provided. The instructions told me to throw the nozzle attachment away when I was finished, and that another would be provided the next morning. How thoughtful. It was Alex' first cleansing in several days, and it took three full bags, the second with soap, to get everything cleared. The boy whined and moaned as he stayed there on his hands and knees, the tube sticking out of his cute little ass, his ripening balls hanging low between his legs. I rubbed his thighs for him, then reached around and massaged his distended belly, working the warm water deep inside him. He was learning to hold it longer and longer, and he managed to keep the last one in for more than six minutes. The boy was pale and sweating when it was all over. "Alright, wipe yourself." He did, pausing to stick a finger up there and work it around, uttering a sigh from the pleasure he was giving himself. I let him have his fun for a few minutes, my own cock dripping just from watching him. "Get your plug, Lexi," I finally said. He trotted over to the sink and presented it to me, bending over and grabbing his ankles without being told. He'd already managed to get himself loose and moist with his finger, so the cold metal plug went in with relative ease. "mmm," he cooed softly, at once loving and hating the constant pressure inside him. Back in the sitting room, Alex handed me his collar, his young eyes flashing with that wondrous mix of anxiety and excitement. He was ready to go on, I did not need to ask, or doubt. I locked his collar around his neck, running my fingers over the soft leather. "Hug me," he demanded. Those two words were the only orders Alex ever gave, and I always obeyed whenever I heard them. "I love you," I told him, as he buried himself in my strong embrace. I realized I hadn't told him that in a while. He must have read my thoughts. "You don't have to tell me. I know." I held him that much tighter. "Come on," I finally said, letting him go. "We're missing all the fun out there." Alex gave me a smart little smirk. "Go to the armoire and pick out a leash for your collar." I gave him a sharp pat on his rump to get him moving. "I saw a nice silver chain that would look good on you, but it's your choice." He was there and back in an instant, with the exact one I would have chosen for him. Shiny, with small tight links, with a leather loop at the end for the master's use. I attached the chain to the ring in front of his collar and gave him a firm tug, nearly pulling him off his feet. It was shorter than Alex was accustomed to, just three feet long, meant to keep the boy close, which was my intention. I walked him around the room for several minutes so he could learn the new limits on his freedom. "Here's the rule, just for today," I said. "I want to feel you next to me at all times. Your hand, or your shoulder, or your hip. You are never to let yourself out of my reach or out of my touch. Do you understand?" My tone of voice told him this was very important, and I saw just a glimmer of fear in his eyes as he nodded his head. "Yes, sir." Cuffs and harness, and his belt, remained on the floor where they'd come off. Alex gazed at them and then at me, asking his silent question. "I'm going to keep you naked for a while. Let everyone see how adorable you are." Alex gave me his shy trademark smile, but then his face grew thoughtful. "Is that why I need to stay close to you?" "Brilliant deduction, Watson," I answered with a grin. "These people are strangers. I don't want you getting into trouble." Alex knew exactly what kind of trouble I meant, and his expression became serious. "I am going to let people touch you, and play with you," I reached down and fondled his cock, "all they want. But I promise I won't let you go." I wrapped the leather loop around my wrist and pulled him close again. I could tell by his sudden sharp breathing that he was getting nervous. Alex craves touch from those he loves, but he cringes and shrinks from it whenever it comes from other quarters. The silver chain rattled. My poor Alex was shaking. His next words to me were a low whisper. "I'm scared." "I know you are. I also know you'll keep your place and do as you're told." He nodded solemnly. "I won't let you down." "You never have." Pulling him gently behind me, we left our private little sanctuary and returned to the world outside. Chapter 27: Give and Take I hadn't told Alex about what a memorable first impression he'd made under Bartholomew's whip. My boy was surprised and delighted to hear so many masters call his name, or nod respectfully in his direction. He was somewhat less delighted to be naked and on display for them, and he did indeed attract a great deal of attention. I offered him freely, and Alex silently and obediently endured their appreciative hands as they worked over his smooth boyish chest, patted his firm little behind, and fondled his young cock. Alex often closed his eyes and looked away, unable to bear the relentless prodding and scrutiny of one stranger after another. I could tell he was starting to feel overwhelmed, and he blushed red at some of the more pointed comments made about his appearance, his posture, and of course the size of his rather generous endowment. Still, he followed my orders precisely, never allowing himself to stray from my touch, and often pressing himself against me whenever a master was particularly rough with him. "I'm getting hard, sir," he whispered to me on at least five occasions. The thirteen-year-old's frequent erections drew yet more attention his way, and I made him walk with it hard and throbbing and waving in front of him. We did nothing in particular that afternoon. It was enough to mingle and begin meeting others in this hidden world of ours. Masters and slaves alike came in all ages, shapes and sizes, and some of the most experienced slaves, I noticed, were quite masterful in their own right, confident and self-assured. More than a few of them spoke openly to Alex, asking if he was enjoying himself, to which Alex invariably replied 'Yes'; asking what hobbies he had, to which Alex invariably asked 'Other than sex?' which always resulted in smiles and laughter. Never once though did another slave touch him. I did finally pause to load up a scrumptious plate of food for myself, which Alex dutifully carried around with outstretched hands. He ate none of it, nor did he ask. When I'd finished, we went off together and I found him some fruit, and a nice piece of grilled chicken. He put his plate on the ground and gobbled everything down as if I'd not fed him in days. "Slow down, Alex," I laughed. "People will think I'm starving you." "I thought you were going to," he said before tearing another piece of chicken from the bone with his teeth. Alex was just wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, when our host appeared. It was the first time I'd encountered him since our first meeting earlier in the day. He was no longer clad in his refined suit, but now in leather and black denim. Tall and slender, with a formal air about him, still a man of cultured tastes. Thomas, the handsome young door-ward who had welcomed us, was on his left. The teenager was collared, and he wore a thick leather belt and harness around his waist, chains ran from it, ending in a metal clasp that was closed tightly around his ample cock and balls, another set anchoring the butt-plug no doubt firmly seated behind. Cuffs adorned his slender ankles, and his large feet were bare. Still young enough to be naturally smooth and hairless, the boy's tanned skin seemed golden in the fading light of late summer's eve. Beside Thomas stood a younger boy whom I judged to be close in age to Alex, fourteen at most. A little taller perhaps than my own boy, slender but not skinny, young muscles just beginning to develop in his arms and legs. He had brownish-blond hair, and his eyes, when he raised them, were an icy blue. They had a piercing quality that it made it difficult to return his gaze. He was naked, and his body quite handsome with a taut flat stomach and a narrow tapered waist. Smooth limbs lean and wiry. His cock was a pleasing sight, not overly large, not small either, but long and thick and cut, with plump balls dangling below. The boy had pubic hair, light in color and still sparse, but he was surely the only boy here allowed such an honor. It struck me just as Wim was introducing us that this boy was not a slave, at least not like Alex, or any of the others we'd met. "My son Joshua," our host said, gesturing to the attractive lad. Joshua stepped forward and took my hand with a confident smile. His grip was sure and sturdy for one so very young. "Good afternoon, sir," he said in a voice caught somewhere between boy and man. He then rested his eyes on Alex. "I've heard all about you," he said to him in a playful tone, smiling for the first time. "Wish I could've been there to see it. Nearly gave old Barto a heart attack, didn't you?" "I guess so," Alex replied. "I'd sure as hell like to take a crack at you sometime," the boy said with a sly grin. The riding crop Wim carried sailed through the air and landed squarely on Joshua's ass. "I won't tell you again about your language, boy," our host admonished his son. Joshua quickly bowed his head in submission, but I could see a defiant gleam in his blue eyes. "I apologize for Joshua's behavior, Steven. He has the makings of a fine master, but at the moment he is quite a handful. Isn't he, Thomas dear?" Thomas nodded without much emotion. I imagined it must have been quite difficult to take orders from a younger boy. He and Josh exchanged a barbed glare at one another, and it was clear that Wim's slave had little use for Wim's son, and that the opposite was equally true. Wim continued, moving his eyes up and down along Joshua's lean attractive frame. There was not an ounce of fat on the boy, and his skin was perfect and unblemished. Joshua's cock was slowly hardening as he feasted his own young eyes on my Alex. "I believe," Wim said, "that we still have guests that need tending to. That is your job if I'm not mistaken." Joshua gazed at his father with a certain sincere contrition in his eyes. "Nice meeting you, sir," he said to me, then gave Alex a little smile. With exacting, almost military posture, he turned and walked away, offering me a tantalizing view of his cute teenaged ass. "See that he stays out of trouble, Thomas. I'll whip the hide off you if he doesn't." The sixteen-year-old slave took the threat seriously, and ran off after his young master-in-training. "Together they keep me quite busy," Wim said with a sigh as he watched them disappear beneath a nearby canopy filled with mingling masters and subdued slaves. "I'll bet they fight like brothers." I winked at my own flesh and blood and my little brother risked a quiet laugh. Wim looked at me and then at Alex, and a sardonic smile crossed his face. "And who wins when the two of you go at it, may I ask?" came his sharp reply. Alex chuckled again. "You might be surprised," I said. "There are times when I wonder who's really the master, and who's really the slave." Our host smiled at me, an expression that told me he understood and shared those feelings. "That often happens with the more . . . shall we say . . . aggressive submissives. They know their place, but they are demanding nonetheless. Thomas can still wear me out. I'm sure Alex leaves you breathless much of the time." "For all sorts of reasons." I held Alex close and he leaned his head against me. Brothers and lovers, just for instant, and then he was back standing in wait beside his master. "I would very much like to introduce him to the group," Wim said. "Would you like that, young man?" I gave the boy a silent tap on the wrist to let him know I expected him to answer. I could actually see the thrill running through him, the very idea of standing naked in front of everyone left him trembling. "Sir, I would like that very much." And in spite of his obvious fear, I knew he was not lying. "And will you be joining our hunt this evening?" The thirteen-year-old's expression told me he really had no idea what to make of such a question, or which answer was expected. Out of his depths, Alex looked at me. I was not about to let the little slave off the hook. I liked him dangling there at my mercy. "Answer the master's question, boy," I said, smacking his backside. Alex turned his attention to Wim once more, and spoke in a soft, quiet voice, which again reminded me of just how young he was. "I don't know anything about hunting, sir. What would I have to do? I mean, I won't have to kill anything, will I?" Wim and I both laughed at the boy's innocent questions, that is until our host's expression suddenly cooled and that wicked gleam I'd seen so often from Robert filled his eyes. "Oh, you won't be one of the hunters, dear boy," he said, moving forward and gently touching his fingers to Alex' cheek. "We have a special role for you." Always bright and perceptive, Alex needed no further hints as to his fate. I wasn't sure what to expect of him at that moment, but he turned to me with brave determination in his hazel eyes. I put my hands on his shoulders and gazed down at him. I knew by his expression that it was now his turn not to let me off the hook. He was not going to volunteer. He was going to force me to make him do it. Our eyes locked for what seemed the longest time. All the complexity of our relationship was laid bare for us in that moment. All the love, all the pleasure, all the compassion, all the hate, all the pain, all the indifference. And in the end, Alex was my slave. That was all that really mattered anymore. "You will do it," I said coldly. "I will do it," he replied the same. "Then come with me," Wim said. "We had best get you ready. Have you eaten?" His question was directed at Alex. "Yes, sir." "Not much I hope." Alex actually glared at me. It was playful, but a glare nonetheless. "No, sir. My master has not fed me much today." "Just as it should be, little colt." Wim lead us back to the large pavilion where we had first met his acquaintance. A quintet of naked slaves was busily erecting a low stage for the evening's festivities, and tomorrow's auction. I realized these five young men were the same ones I saw chained to the walls of the carriage house. They were collared and shackled in iron, and each wore a particularly nasty chastity belt around their waists. Our new friend Bartholomew was supervising them under his skillful whip. Alex stared at the scene in quiet wonder, and again I could see the wheels turning in his head. "My animals," Wim said nonchalantly. They were impressive specimens. Two were just teenagers. Three were young men in their early twenties. All were lean and wiry and all were utterly hairless, even their heads had been clean-shaven. Iron bits were in their mouths, held in place by leather harnesses. The only sounds they made were the grunts and groans of straining muscles, and the occasional cry of protest when Bartholomew laid into them for not working up to his exacting standards. Alex' hand found mine and he tapped gently to get my attention. "I'm getting an erection, sir," he whispered. Wim noticed the boy's excited state instantly. "So, you like what you're seeing do you? Perhaps next summer, once you've put on a bit more muscle, your master will let you spend a month in my stables. You'd be treated just as they are. Worked all day, tortured all night, and we'd train that cock of yours to stay soft. You'd like that wouldn't you, boy?" Alex didn't dare to answer, but his throbbing cock made his feelings abundantly clear. Our host eyed me with deep sincerity. "I would pay handsomely for the boy's services, Steven. For as long or as short a term as you wish." Sell my boy to another? Even if just temporarily. The thought had never occurred to me until that moment, but the idea of my sweet young Alex toiling like an animal for another master had just planted itself irrevocably into my head. Alex and I shared a knowing glance, and we both knew it was going to be inevitable. "He'll get a small taste of it tonight," Wim went on as he gestured me to a wooden chair. Alex remained standing. Bartholomew left his boys to their labors and approached us with his warm and friendly smile. I noticed Alex stood up a little taller and straighter in his presence. "Back on your feet already, Alex?" the old man asked with a wink. "I must be getting soft in my old age. You on the other hand . . ." he reached out and playfully stroked the boy's cock. "Don't encourage him, Master Bartholomew," I said. "Alex has to learn to control himself." Bartholomew's eyes lit up and he put a hand firmly under the boy's chin. "Are you going to be punished for being hard in front of me?" "Yes, sir," Alex answered. "And for being hard in front of just about everyone else." Alex said it in all seriousness, but it was of course funny and we all three shared a much-needed laugh. That's the magic of my Alex. Even in our darkest moments, when our respective roles seem like they are about to consume us, he brings light and joy, without even trying. He is special. "Alex has agreed to be our guest of honor this evening," Wim explained, patting the kid on the shoulder. "Has he now?" Bartholomew asked, studying the boy with his dark gentle eyes. "You're in for quite a time, young man. Ever been hunting before?" "No, sir." "Well, it doesn't really matter. You'll mostly be running. You are a fast runner, aren't you?" "I think so, sir," Alex said, adding a quiet "I hope so," under his breath. "Are you plugged?" "Yes, sir." "And have you ever run with a plug inside you?" Alex nodded. "Master makes me run at home, sir. I like the feeling, sir." Bartholomew tried his best not to smile, but the boy's charm has that inevitable effect on just about everyone. "Well then let's see how well you do." Alex looked to me for guidance. "Master Bartholomew's in charge of you for the rest of the day. Obey him." I turned to the seasoned master. "Do whatever you want with him." Wim later told me he could actually see Alex stagger under that simple, calculated blow. The boy was stunned, and his mouth dropped open. I'd given him over to Robert's care once before, but only briefly. This was a man he hardly knew, and genuinely feared. It did not occur to me then, that even as I stood there, I was once again abandoning him. Bartholomew took Alexander's leash and pulled him close, staring down into the boy's frightened eyes. "Would you like to finish what we started?" Alex trembled. "No, sir." A tender pat on the head. "One day you'll ask for it. Now, show me how fast you can run. Up to the stage and back." The boy took off as fast as his strong young legs could carry him. There and back in no time. "Did I tell you to stop?" Bartholomew asked when Alex was standing in front of him again. "No, sir, you didn't." And he quickly starting running again. Back and forth. Back and forth. And all the while the slaves busily erected the stage, not once pausing from their labors to watch the naked boy running to and fro. Bartholomew kept the boy occupied that way for a good twenty minutes, often leaving him to whip one of the "animals" into shape. Wim and I sat back and enjoyed a leisurely conversation. I learned that Joshua was his adopted son, and that Robert had played some role in the affair, on which Wim would not elaborate. Nonetheless I was left with the impression that the boy had been given away by his parents, or perhaps sold. Wim was reluctant to discuss it further, but he did speak of the boy with a certain pride. "Josh still fights me sometimes," he said, "but he's mostly a good boy. He shouldn't have spoken to Alex that way though." "Alex seemed rather flattered." Wim laughed. "Of course he did. Your boy is a natural flirt, Steven. Nevertheless, Joshua is too young to address another man's slave in such a crude manner. He will be severely punished, rest assured." That of course, was something I would have dearly loved to see. I left the pavilion for a while after Wim excused himself. Alex saw me go and almost ran after me. He stopped himself with some effort, and my last vision was of him standing before Bartholomew with his hands behind his head listening as the man firmly gave him his latest instructions. Things had grown quiet and few people were about as I walked alone amongst the gardens. It was early evening now, and most of the guests had retired to their rooms in preparation for the night's festivities. I made my way up to the main house, where Thomas and Joshua greeted me. They were both still quite naked and clearly disappointed that Alex was not in my company. "Dr. Collins is giving a demonstration in the drawing room, sir," Joshua said with knowing eyes. Drawing room. A word not normally found in a fourteen- year-old's vocabulary, but then I'm sure there were many words young Joshua knew that others his age had never dreamed of using. Of course I remembered Robert mentioning that the good doctor would likely demonstrate his arts today, and I quickly had Thomas show me in. Immediately I felt as if I had entered some bizarre science fiction film. Surrounded by the dark paneling and exquisite antiques of a by-gone age, there was, in the very center of the room, a metal-framed examination chair padded in leather and lit by four harsh overhead spotlights on all sides. I recognized its diminutive occupant immediately. Young Sebastian was strapped down tightly, his arms at his side, his legs spread wide. The boy's head was immobilized by a cruel harness, and he was gagged, muzzled to be precise. The bright light against his pale skin made him appear to be glowing. His slender young body already had a sheen of sweat from the lamps, which glistened as his master began the lecture. Samuel Collins was in his white lab coat, every bit as formidable on him as black leather would be on another. There was not an empty seat to be had, so I accepted standing room at the rear, which still afforded me an excellent view. "Gentlemen," Collins began, "You are all no doubt aware that the area of skin between the anus and the base of the scrotum is highly erogenous, especially in the young." He then moved his right hand between Sebastian's legs and ran a single finger gently along the area in question. Sebastian jerked helplessly in his bonds and let out a high-pitched squeal. "As you will notice as I continue, the subject is becoming aroused." The eleven-year-old's penis was swelling in a futile attempt to erect itself, permanently held down against his balls by the chastity ring. Seb wiggled and moaned as the pleasure washed over him. "Were it not for the ring," the doctor continued, "the subject would be fully erect at this moment." The audience hummed and nodded their agreement. "Today you will witness a perineal piercing." He then held up a thick stainless steel ring, nearly two inches in diameter. "As you can see the ring is quite large. Once in place, it will provide an excellent point for restraining the subject. Its conductive properties will also allow for . . . stimulation . . . of certain regions of the body." Murmurs and wicked laughter filled the room. "Further its diameter will help ensure a proper standing posture. The subject will be unable to close his legs henceforth." Laying the ring aside, Sam rolled a tray of supplies near the chair and picked up a long and rather intimidating needle. "As you know, the subject is normally not anesthetized for piercings, but this is an extremely delicate and painful procedure, and I do not want him moving any more than is necessary. Thus a local anesthetic will be used." Without further explanation, the doctor inserted the needle into the boy's abdomen. Sebastian offered no reaction. I imagined he was quite accustomed to being poked and prodded after all these years. Several minutes were allowed to pass before Sam selected a small clamp and a much larger and thicker needle from his collection. The clamp was placed, eliciting a soft cry from the young patient. "As you can see, the subject does still have some sensation." The piercing needle came next. Sebastian gasped sharply but made no further sounds. His master applied thick soft gauze to stem what bleeding there was. Then he carefully inserted the ring and locked the clasp. A soldering iron came next, making the boy's latest modification permanent. We were all invited to step forward and take a closer look. Sebastian lay there motionless, wiggling just his fingers and his toes, his green eyes gazing off into an unseen distance. Samuel gently turned the new ring, and applied a disinfecting cream between the boy's legs. A question was asked about infections in such a sensitive area. "Regular antiseptic cleanings and no restrictive clothing for two weeks until it has fully healed. Then normal hygiene will suffice." Everyone had their turn to inspect the boy close up. I noticed no one touched his cock or his balls. Young Seb was well known here, naturally, and no hand but that of his master ever dared touch him there. "Your thoughts, Steven?" he inquired as the others began to talk amongst themselves. "I'm a bit speechless." "Modification is not for everyone. I understand completely." "Sebastian seems to be in heaven though," I observed, for it was certainly true. The look in his eyes was priceless. "I'd been promising him something special for quite a while, something no other boy has." "It's certainly unique." The boy's eyes smiled at me, and he promptly fell asleep. I returned to the pavilion to find my Alex hard at work with the other slaves putting the finishing touches on the stage. The boy was sweaty and quite dirty. He paused and looked at me expectantly when he saw me enter. "Keep working, Lexi," I said as I walked by. Bartholomew greeted me with a casual smile. "Alex is a good little worker," he said, holding up a riding crop. "I've only had to use this on him twice. And once I confess was just for fun." "As long as he's been behaving himself." "He most certainly has. And we're just about ready. Alex, over here please. Now." Alex immediately and literally dropped what he was doing and trotted over to us, the leash dangling from his collar, his young cock flopping between his legs. "Any erections while I was gone?" I asked him, running my hands over his stomach. "No, sir," he said without a smile. "I was a good boy." I kissed him on the forehead, and for just an instant he moved as if he were about to hug me, but he stopped himself and stood as straight and tall as his five-foot frame would allow. "There's really nothing more to be done for now," Bartholomew told us as the first guests began to filter in to the pavilion, filling the seats nearest the stage. "Please remove Alexander's leash." I did as instructed, getting a good whiff of my smelly boy as I unclasped the chain from his collar. I rolled it up and put it in my pocket for later. "A place has been reserved for you, Steven," Bartholomew said, pointing to a front row chair by the aisle. "The boy will stand." And stand Alex did, for nearly an hour while the gathering slowly came together. I had to remind him to stay in position with an occasional slap on the behind. His head was bowed, always a sign that he was tired, or nervous, or uncomfortable, and I'm sure this time it was a combination of all three. "Keep your eyes forward, boy," I said, slapping his ass again. He made a half-hearted effort to comply then turned his head just a bit to look at me. It was becoming too much for him. I could see it in his eyes. "It's alright," I whispered. "You can put your head down if you need to. I know it's hard to have everyone looking at you." "Thanks, Steve," he whispered back and quickly focused his eyes on the ground again. I rubbed the backs of his thighs, smooth and silken. He sighed contentedly. "That feels nice." "Keep your voice down, Alex." "Sorry." "It's ok," I said softly. "We can talk, but we shouldn't let the others hear us." "Gotcha. What should we talk about?" "You, silly. Are you doing ok?" There was a pause before he answered. "I guess." "Still scared?" "Uh-huh. This isn't like when it's just us at home . . . or even when we're with Master Robert. There's so many people here. It's hard." "I know. You're doing great though. Everyone loves you." He wiggled his hips a bit to make his cock and balls flap around. Then he snickered under his breath. "Lots of me to love!" "You little slut." "You big pervert." I put my arm around his waist and pulled him close for moment. He was back in position before anyone even noticed. "It's harder than I thought," he whispered. "Being naked in front of everybody. I don't like it when they touch me." "Your dick seems to." Alex didn't have an answer for that and we spent the next few minutes in silence, until Wim took the stage to kick off the night's festivities. As he welcomed us, I saw Samuel and Robert come in, with Sebastian and Michael trailing close behind. Mike looked very tired and rather worse for wear. It seemed as if Robert had been going rather rough with him these last few hours. Sebastian, wearing just a long black T-shirt, walked awkwardly behind his master. He was grimacing with each step, still growing accustomed to the new jewelry between his legs. After a few brief words, Wim turned his attention to me. "We do have some newcomers with us this evening, friends of Master Robert's. I'm sure most of you have already met them, but it is only appropriate they be formally introduced. Master Steven, would you and Alex join me please." I got up and patted Alex on the butt. He fell in step behind me. I could hear the light padding of his bare feet as we made our way to the stage. Once there I grasped his wrist and pulled him in front of me. The slender thirteen- year-old shuffled nervously toward our host. "Turn and face everyone, boy," Wim said in a low voice. Without hesitation, Alex obeyed. "Alex, stand," I ordered. He spread his trembling legs and clasped his hands behind his head. I could see his chest rising and falling in quick breaths. "A fine young slave, wouldn't you all agree?" Wim asked, stirring murmurs of approval from the others. "Turn round, boy, let them see all of you." Alex turned to the left in a slow circle, and gentle tap on the thigh from Wim's crop was his command to stop. "May I ask your boy some questions, master?" Wim inquired of me. "Certainly." "How old are you, Alex?" "I'm thirteen, sir," my sweet boy said in a small, private voice. This time it was my hand on his thigh, hard and swift. "Speak up, Alex. No one can hear you." "I'm thirteen, sir," he said over the crowd, his voice breaking just slightly. "And how long have you been a slave?" "Two months, sir," the boy replied sharply. "Are you a good boy?" "Most of the time, sir." Wim and I shared a smile. "Do you ejaculate?" "Only if I have my master's permission, sir." Wim moved close to the boy's ear and ran his hand down Alex' back. "Only then?" he asked with ice in his voice. Alex shivered. "Well . . . I mean . . . no, sir. Sometimes I'm bad." "And you make yourself cum?" "Yes, sir." "You're getting hard, boy." He was. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir." "And are you allowed to have erections like that?" "No, sir." "What happens to you when you do?" "I get punished, sir." Alex was shaking like a leaf, but his raging hard-on was already leaking. "And who punishes you?" "My master, sir." "How?" Wim continued the inquisition. "He spanks me, sir." "I see," was Wim's cold reply. A chair was then brought onto the stage by young Joshua. The boy wore a tight latex jock, which did nothing to hide his own erection. That and his studded collar were the only items upon his lean and hairless body. Wim gave his son a gentle kiss on the lips before ushering the boy away. He then bore his eyes into Alexander. "Do you deserve a spanking right now?" Alex was savvy enough to know the answer to that one. "Yes, sir." I sat down and called him over to me. A public spanking. Alex' face was already red, his eyes already moist when I put him over my knees. "Count out loud, Lexi, so everyone hears you." "Yes, master." My hand sufficed for the first fifty. Then Joshua returned with a paddle in his hands and a wicked grin on his face. I picked up the wooden enforcer, noticing the holes drilled in its surface and the name "Joshie" burned onto the handle. By its well-worn appearance, I could tell it was quite well acquainted with the fourteen-year-old's cute bottom. Alex stopped counting and started screaming after twenty or so blows. I continued until his rear end was a nice shade of purple and the first dark bruises began to appear. "Stand up." With some effort he did so. Worse for him, he would later tell me, was having to turn and face everyone with tears running down his cheeks. His erection was gone. "Thank you, master, for spanking me," he said quietly. "Anytime, Lexi." Bartholomew joined us on stage, and I knew the time had come. There was a certain electricity in the air. Everyone could feel it, especially Alex, who still did not know exactly what was in store for him. Come to think of it, neither did I. Wim raised his hands for silence. "Alex here has graciously . . . volunteered . . . to be our most special guest this evening. Would those of you who drew the winning numbers please come forward." Ten masters left their seats and their slaves and took the stage. Alex and I had met a few of them during the day, but they were all still mostly unfamiliar. I felt Alex shrink and saw him shudder, and he suddenly seemed like a little boy again, standing there naked surrounded by grown men, masters all. "If you would be so kind as to remove the boy's plug, master," Bartholomew said to me. I bent Alex over, holding him down with a hand upon his back, and pulled the metal plug out of him without ceremony. They boy shrieked and danced on his bare feet. Bartholomew then presented me with another plug, quite large to ensure that it would not fall out when the boy was running. It ended with a long tail of red fur. Fox. How fitting. "This is going to hurt going in, honey," I told him. "And even more coming out." "I'm ready, master." And he relaxed and opened himself for me as best he could. With some effort and more than a few tears on the boy's part, I managed to get it seated inside him. The fox tail hung between his smooth hairless legs. Alex looked positively adorable with it sticking out of his ass. Wim gestured to me silently and I took his meaning clearly. "On your knees, Alex," I said. The boy knelt before us all, his head bowed. Was it out of fear? Out of shame? Was he simply into his role as was so often the case? There was no time to consider his thoughts. Joshua appeared again, with Thomas beside him, and four large black hounds on chain leashes. I suppose I never mentioned that Alex is terrified of dogs. But he is. Always has been. Had I known they were a part of the plan, I honestly never would have agreed to let them do this to him. "Listen carefully, Alex," the voice of Bartholomew was soft and friendly, as it always seemed to be just before he engaged in unspeakable cruelty. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, boy." Alex raised his head. It was the first time Bartholomew had called him by anything other than his name. "You are going to be hunted, just like a dirty little animal. You will not be bound. You will have your arms and legs, your hands and feet. And of course your head. Use it. Your only job is to find your way back here, to your master." My boy's eyes widened in panic. "If you get to him, before one of us gets to you, you win. If one of us catches you first, you lose. Those are the only two things that will end the hunt. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." Large nets were brought out, and thick ropes, and each master was also given an electric prod. "If another master catches you, you become his property for the rest of the evening. Of course he will not be permitted to inflict any permanent damage, but he may do as he pleases with you, and you will obey and serve him." Alex nodded that he understood. "Bring the dogs." Joshua and Thomas led the dogs forward, and brought them to a stop growling in front of Alex. The canines moved in close and sniffed the boy, nearly knocking him over. They were huge, fully-grown animals, and just one of them alone would be enough to overpower a thirteen-year-old boy. Everyone did take momentary pause at the genuine terror in the boy's eyes. Bartholomew knelt down and ran his fingers through Alex' hair. "Afraid of dogs?" Alex nodded, unable to stop shaking. "All the more reason to run fast. They are trained not to bite. But they are trained to chase, and they will get their paws into you if they catch you. There are woods behind the pavilion. You might be able to hide from us there, for a while. Thomas and Joshua will hold their leashes for sixty seconds. Once they're unleashed, we all follow. They've got your scent now. I'd start running if I were you." Bartholomew handed me his prod. I knew what was expected. The look Alex gave me chilled my heart. I pressed the prod into his thigh and heard the crackle of electricity. The boy yelped. "Run, Alex." He scrambled to his feet, jumped off the stage and ran out of the pavilion, turning right and then making a sharp left, redirecting himself toward the woods. And like that he was gone. Sixty seconds later, so were the hounds. To this day Alex never talks about the hunt. I stood outside the pavilion waiting for him, part of me hoping he would return safely to my arms, another part highly aroused at the prospects of what would happen if he didn't. I could see them in the woods, see the lights from their flashlights, and hear their taunting calls. Once or twice I heard one of the hounds growl or bark. And I did catch a glimpse of Alex once, right at the edge of the tree- line where the floodlights from the gardens washed the woods in a soft artificial daylight. He was crouching there against a tree, shaking and exhausted and less than twenty- five yards away. Our eyes met for just an instant, and I called to him. I couldn't help myself. Alex drew himself awkwardly to his feet. I smiled at him. He'd made it. Just one more short sprint across the grass and it would be over. The boy stared at me in silence for what seemed an eternity. And then he did something I never could have imagined he'd do. Something he has never explained to me, ever. He turned his back on me, and ran back into the woods. Forty-five minutes later, it was indeed over. A master I had not yet met returned, dragging Alex roughly behind him. My boy's hands were tied tightly and painfully behind his back, and a long rope had been looped around his neck to serve as a leash. The boy's body was covered in cuts and scratches from his time spent naked in the woods, and he walked gingerly on bare feet that were sore and bruised from tripping over rocks and roots in the dark. He stared at me for a moment, then just as quickly turned his hazel eyes away. "Congratulations, Master Vincent," Wim said as the man came to stop before us, pulling Alex close to him. Joshua and Thomas we sent running to retrieve the dogs and let the other master's know the hunt was over. Alex had lost. And some small part of me, one I did not want to acknowledge, knew he'd done it on purpose.

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Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2018 17:23:15 +0000 (UTC) From: DOGG Subject: Descension Into Submission (Revised) {READER'S NOTE: This story is greatly inspired by the true life events of one of my faithful Facebook readers: (Antonio Fernandez), who was gracious enough to email me details of the events that changed his life from `str8 to gay' in real life. A collaboration we agreed could only be called}: DESCENSION INTO SUBMISSION Written by Eugene Marvin -aka- NPhillydogg@aol.com ___________________ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>O<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< I enter the shower, sore, sweaty and sticky, contemplating on what direction my life had taken. So different from what I had expected, or anyone would have ever imagined of me. My name is: Tony Reyes. I'm 5'11", 175lbs with black hair (fades about the sides), clean shaven face, and hazel green eyes. I work as a police officer in Delaware County, a suburb of Philadelphia. I have an athletic build, although not overly muscular but defined. I work out 3 to 4 times a week. I have a light covering of hair on my chest, legs and butt, which is a nice firm bubble buttock. I have always received compliments for my butt, never thinking much of it. I have a nice 7.5 inch cut thick dick. I am masculine and have never had any problems getting women. From as far back as high school I always had a girlfriend or girlfriends. I was masculine and athletic, playing baseball and running track and field. I was popular and had many friends during high school and as a frat brother in college. My parents came from Cuba and settled in Miami. They had four kids, 1 girl and 3 boys. My sister is the oldest and then one older brother and one younger. It was a typical family life, very strict catholic parents/upbringing. We were expected to obey and behave, when that didn't happen my dad would bring out the belt and whip us over the knee. It wasn't that he was a bad guy, discipline was different back then. I lost my virginity at 15 with a girl from cross country. We had been talking for a while. We had after school practice and it usually ran late. My strict parents always made sure my mom would pick us up, we were not allowed to walk home. But this day practice ended early and we decided to walk home. Her house was first, so we went inside and no one was home. We started kissing on the couch and I was getting my hand in her shirt feeling her breast. I was nervous to try to get inside the shorts, so my other hand just massaged her thigh. She grabbed my hand and put it on her pussy, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I started to finger her pussy as it got wetter. I remember the moistness and the tight feeling as I put one, then two, and eventually three fingers inside her. As I found her clit she pushed my hand making me rub the clit harder as she moaned and kissed me with her tongue deep in my mouth. When she grabbed my hard growing and leaking cock through my moistening shorts, I knew this was going to happen. I pulled down her shorts and she did mine, and she laid back on the sofa as I felt myself enter a pussy for the first time. It was the best feeling I had ever felt. The tightness surrounding my cock was incredible. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced. The only other feeling my dick had experienced up until that time was my own hand. I thrust into her for several minutes. She would grab my ass and pull me as far in as I could go. I exploded quickly, before she had a chance to, so she got my hand and I fingered her to climax. I walked home that evening the happiest and most satisfied I'd ever felt. That is until I entered the house and my father was waiting for me with his belt in his hand. I was late and walked home without permission. I got 10 hard lashes across my bare ass that night. I remember the burning I felt from the whooping I received and thought it was worth it. I could take the pain after the great amount of pleasure I experienced that day. I dated that girl for a while then moved on to several others before graduating high school. Then went to college (in Philadelphia) where I joined a frat Sigma Phi Epsilon and had several hot girlfriends. I experienced my first 3-way with two girls and even fucked one up the ass for the first time. I was a jock, frat boy and life was great. I met my wife at work. We both worked part time as lifeguards at a public pool. We dated for a while and had great sex. She was very athletic and sexual. We fucked almost every night, in her house; the car; and the pool dressing area. The first time we fucked was in the pool dressing room. It was empty and had shower stalls. Most men would not shower, they'd just leave after a swim, so we decided to use a men's shower and I fucked her standing from behind, holding her by the waist and ramming her hard as the water fell over us. It was the best sex I had ever had to date. The feeling was so different than what I had experienced with any other women, that I knew right then that she was THE ONE. Susanne was from Philly, so I decided (against my parents wishes) to stay in Philadelphia after graduating college with a degree in criminal justice. I applied at the police academy, and after passing the physical/psychological tests, I immediately started my training. It was a great experience, except for the pepper spray (OC) training. I proposed at the celebration of my graduation. We waited for her graduation as she was working on a Masters in Physical Therapy. I was 26 when we married. We had a very active and happy marriage for the first 2 years. Sex dwindled a bit after that, but all my friends complained about the same thing happening in their marriages. I had started working for the Delaware County Sheriff Office and enjoyed my job immensely. It was what I had expected and more. The pay was not the best, but we were compensated with off duty additional security work. I had been an officer at this point for almost 3 years, I was 29 years old, married for almost 3 years, and was enjoying my life immensely. I had a great group of friends that we socialize with. Many were other officers. My best friend on the force was DeMarco, also Cuban born. He was 32 years old and married with a son. He was about 6'1", 195lbs w/a great muscular work body. He was always flirting with all the women, my wife included. I could tell he turned her on, but never mentioned it to her. There was also a group of about 6 or 7 other officers that got together regularly to hang out after work or on days off. Life became somewhat of a pattern. Most days l'd put on my uniform to get ready to go to work, automatically changing my demeanor so I was in `work mode'. I advised the dispatcher that I'm "10-8" (on duty), and then started patrol. Most of the calls were traffic violations, domestic violence, or thefts and burglaries. However there were some calls that you always remember. There was this one call of a suspicious vehicle, it was called in at about 2am. When I arrived these two college coeds, a girl about 20 years old (blonde with an awesome body and a skin tight dress) was with her male companion who was also about 20 (6'3", 200lbs). They were pulled to the side of the road, `resting'. They were both drunk and the guy's zipper was down and the girl's face had a shiny glazed all over. I asked them to get out of the car and the girl practically falls on my arms, grabbing my crotch. I lifted her up and she tried to stand on her own. I felt my cock starting to thicken, and did all I could to concentrate on citing them. Looking back now I realize how big and dominating that guy looked. Another call was a domestic violence call. I arrived with another officer and we had to physically restrain a husband that had his wife against a wall and was yelling in her face and hitting the wall behind her head. We restrained the guy and sat him on the couch and in the struggle his dick fell out of his boxers, and it was HUGE. Later, after making the husband leave the house to walk it off, the other officer joked that the guy should have just beat her with his dick. Fortunately I have not had to use my gun for anything. I had always been able to handle all situations up to then with minor force. It was Memorial Day, and I was on patrol, responding to the 6th or so traffic call. When I arrived it was a minor fender bender. A red pickup truck was rear ended by a black Mustang. Arriving at the scene I see a large black man talking with a petit young Latina about 5'5", 120lbs, wearing tiny shorts and a haltered top. She was accompanied by a nice looking Hispanic male: 5'8" 150lbs w/a nice developed muscular build, dark haired, scruffy face, wearing cargo pants and t-shirt. As I exited the cruiser, I assessed the scene before me; it was clear that the mustang was switching lanes and must have hit the either braking or slower moving pickup in the lane the mustang was entering. As I approach the trio I could see they were exchanging information. The latina had written down the black guys contact information and was giving her and her boyfriend's information to the black guy. I asked if everyone was ok...?...then asked who belonged to which vehicle? I had them move the cars out of the lanes of traffic and into the parking lot of a nearby office building. Fortunately it is empty as it was a holiday. As we gathered again, the young latina told me that the accident was her fault and apologized to the black gentleman whose car she struck. The girl seemed calm and collected, even flirtatious with the guy she'd just hit. I could sense some nervousness and tension in her male companion, and was concerned that there might have been a confrontation between the two men, or one could be developing. At some point I started to notice that the black guy was staring at me strangely, making me feel uncomfortable. I actually had to look up to see his face and see him staring down at me. I can't read the expression on his face, but suddenly felt anxious and had to look away. I could sense his sights on me but refuse to look at him. I ask them for their licensees and registrations, then return to my cruiser to run a check. As I sat in my cruiser (running their ID's through the database), I finally had an opportunity to look the black guy over from the safety of my car. He was tall; about 6' 2" and easily weighed a good 230 pounds or more. He was wearing a tight white tank top that showed off his large muscular frame, and denim shorts that showcased his muscular legs and large round butt. He was also very dark skinned with a short faded hair cut. I wrote out the incident report and the citation for the woman while glancing at the scene before me. I could see the big man looking back at my car, and self-consciously looked down at my tablet to avoid eye contact. I was actually uncomfortable with the way I was reacting. I had never been one to feel threatened or insecure by another individual, yet this man had me nervous and self-conscious. My palms were sweaty, and I felt a light sheen of sweat breaking out on my brow. As I exited my cruiser, I begin walking toward the group and felt apprehensive as I saw him glaring at me with a smirk on his lips. I tried to compose myself as I handed him back his documents and give him a copy of the report. I nervously look up at him and said: "Adeem, you should contact her insurance company as soon as possible." then I turned to the girl and her companion and said: "Yours too", handing her a citation for `reckless driving'. Finally this situation was over and I could leave and never see these people again. The whole situation had left me with a very uncomfortable feeling and I was not sure where this was coming from? As the couple walked back to their car, Adeem called my attention and said he needed to ask me a few questions. At this point I could feel my self-confidence and assertiveness start to wane as a nervousness I never experienced before entered my body. I watched the latino couple drove away from the parking area as Adeem stared me straight in the eye, then with an intimidating and powerful voice began asking me a string of personal questions: `How old'r you? Are you married or single? How long've you been a cop? What area you live in? What's yur favorite part of the job?' I see him making general conversation, but he just kept staring straight into my eyes, trying to weaken my confidence. He said that "that pussy" in the other car tried to blame him for the accident, saying he stopped on purpose. I explained that he didn't have to worry about that, and that he wasn't at fault, and even if they took him to court I would be there to verify my report and the citation I gave them. He thanked me with a handshake, nearly crushing my knuckles as he patted me on the back (rather roughly) then said: "hopefully we'll see each other again." I told him that was highly unlikely as I turned to walk away. His next and final words then sent me practically running to the car. "Don't discount me, lil' pig-boy!" I ignored his comment and got in behind the wheel. I found myself literally trembling, and unsure what the hell was going on with myself? As he got into his truck to drive off, he waved at me and smiled, licking his thick full lips at me, hungrily. I was practically useless for the rest of that day. I performed my duties best to my abilities, then went home and jumped straight into the shower. I felt dirty, but couldn't understand the reasons why? I was angry at myself for letting him get the better of me, letting him intimidate me. That evening I fucked my wife harder and rougher than I'd ever had before. I don't know if I was subconsciously trying to recapture the masculinity I felt I lost temporarily or what...? But my wife was surprised at my sudden aggression, and said it was the hottest sex we had ever had. The next few days were like business as usual. At work I felt an apprehension every time I answered a call, not knowing what I might be getting into? I tried to remind myself that this was the same job and I was the same person; that ONE little lapse of confidence would not govern my performance moving forward. But, I could not help thinking of that day, wondering what it said about me as a man? As a cop? What was I feeling? Confusion and panic settled in, but I forced myself to overcome those feelings and reminded myself of WHO I was and WHAT I had always been. My wife commented that I seemed distracted at times, asking if something was going on at work? I reassured her (and myself) that nothing was wrong, that everything was fine and just as it should be. My friends felt something also, and ask if all was right at home? I assure them that it was. Saturday came and my buddy (Marco) called, suggesting going out to a sports bar for some wings, beer, and to catch a game with our wives and friends? I felt the beer and game would do me good, so I agree. My wife and I got ready and headed out to the sports bar in Dover County. When we arrived DeMarco and his wife (Angela) was there, along with two other officers had their wives as well, and 3 other officers who were solo. Marco had always been a good friend and was the top officer in our station, but I was never intimidated by him nor ever felt inferior to him. We were counterparts, yet this evening I was sensing a difference in our relationship. It felt as if he were taking charge, being the more assertive and demanding one while I suddenly became more passive; volunteering to go to the bar to get him a beer when he complained it was taking too long for the waitress to come. I even offered to fetch him more sauce when he said his wings were dry. As I walked towards the counter, trying to understand what I was feeling and what was happening to my own (otherwise) equally domineering personality...?...I looked up towards the entrance and immediately noticed Adeem walking into the bar. Our eyes locked as I felt all the blood drain from my face as any sense of confidence quickly disappeared as I felt myself starting to tremble and stutter. He walked straight up to me boldly and said: "Well, hello Officer. What a surprise to see you here." `What the fuck...?' �I thought to myself, unsure how to handle the situation. Technically he hadn't really done anything, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that he was about to. I definitely didn't trust him, although I had no real reason to feel that way. He wasn't a criminal, there was nothing in the database that pointed to any criminal background or activity. So why was I so uncomfortable around him? What was this strange hold he had over me? He continued to speak, saying: "I hope yur havin' a good night?", then added: "Maybe we'll see each other again, real soon..." then he leaned in closer towards me and whispered softly: "...Pig-boy!" I felt a shiver of Arctic cold air run up my spine as he smirked and walked away, heading towards a table with his male companion. I tried returning to my own table, rejoining the group, putting aside my distractions, but I couldn't help looking over at Adeem's table, catching him staring back at me openly, once again trying to intimidate me with just a look. When I averted my eyes, I could still feel him staring, even when I wasn't looking. DeMarco (a cop at heart) noticed me looking and asked: "Whose the black guy?" "Just...someone involved in an accident I responded to the other day..." I explained, truthfully, unsure how else to describe it. "He was just saying `hi'." "Cool." responded Marco, returning his attention back to the game. I felt a great deal of relief, having avoided having to explain what I was really feeling. Over the next hour or so I ignored Adeem as best I could, paying more attention to my wife and friends, drinking more beer and celebrating whenever our team scored a touchdown. After a while my wife decided she'd had enough and wanted to head home. DeMarco's wife (Angela) decided to leave as well, both getting bored of the game, and offered to drop Susanne home along the way. DeMarco kissed his wife goodbye as she grabbed her purse, and I offered to walk the ladies out to the car (Angela drove down separately from Marco, always tiring of the games before they finished). I walked the ladies outside, then kissed Susanne on the lips, asking if she wanted me to go home with her? "No. Stay. Enjoy your time with the guys, I'll see you when you get home." she promised, getting in the car. I watched as Angela backed out of her parking spot, then waved to them as they drove away. I was just about to head back in, when I decided instead to hang outside for a smoke. I walked down towards the end of the building (avoiding the entrance for non-smokers), and lit myself a cigarette, inhaling the smoke into my lungs. I'd only managed a couple of soothing puffs when I saw the front door open, then out walked Adeem. At first I'd hoped he was leaving...?...but then it became evident that he'd come out looking for me specifically, as he walked straight over towards me and said: "Wussup Pig-boy? Out for a smoke?" I pretended my heart wasn't thumping sorely in my chest, doing everything within my power not to look intimidated, when he added: "Thought you'd left without sayin' g'bye. Hadda come out and see if you were still here for myself?" "Look, buddy..." I said, blowing out a long trail of white smoke from my lips, as I mustered up enough confidence to say: "...enough with the `pig' shit, okay? It's Officer Reyes! Show me some goddamn respect!" "Well...look who put on his big PIG-panties and got `em all up inna bunch?" he joked at my expense (as I stomped out my barely lit cigarette, ready to go back into the bar before finishing it). Adeem leaned in towards me, getting only inches away from my face (I could literally feel his warm breath on my skin)! "Now why dont'cha go up in that alleyway and SHOW me that pig-boy pussy you hidin' back there...!" he smirked, grabbing at my ass! I'd had enough! "Dude..." I yelled, shoving my hands into his chest (barely moving him)! "...what the hell's your problem...? I'm a COP! I'm not gay! Get the fuck out of my face!" "I never said you were gay..." snarled Adeem, unaffected by the anger, frustration, and RAGE I'd had built up after DAYS of self-doubt! He just simply leaned back in CLOSER to me and added: "...and I sho' as hell don't give a fuck bout you bein' a cop!" He stared to me with those piercing brown eyes, looking as if he were staring straight into my SOUL! "I know you THINK yur tough n'shit..." he continued, talking to me as if talking to one of his homeboys! "...and that might even be true with yur white cracker friends and that bitch-ass wife of yurs...!...but I SEE what they don't see, and I know what you ARE...!...what yur YET to discover!" "Yeah...? And WHAT have I `yet' to discover, asshole...?" I asked daringly, taking an aggressive stance, gaining courage despite all the butterflies I felt swarming around in my stomach. His face frowned coldly, losing the smartass smirk he'd been holding earlier. "That yur a born PUSSY-BOY, and that this big DICK is gonna show you the way!" he said confidently, more secured than any of my words to date. I stared at him defiantly, refusing to let him see me sweat. I started to brush BY him, trying to retreat back into the bar (where I knew I had reinforcement waiting), but Adeem (sensing my ploy), suddenly grabbed me by the shirt and wrestled me into the alley! I'd fought guys his size before and came out the victor, although I was fighting with a lot less confidence now. We tussled for a moment as he dragged me in-between buildings, gripped a handful of my hair, twisting it painfully at the roots, tossing me around like a ragdoll! I fought back valiantly, wanting to go down swinging, but within seconds he threw me to the ground, forcing me onto my knees, my tan khakis damp and dirty from the asphalt. I was now facing his crotch, my vision blocked by the sight of his prominent dick bulge showing through his gray nylon basketball shorts! I felt my last resolve as I pushed him away by the hips, wanting some distance between his growing bulge and my face! "Fuck you..." I yelled, staying in position (on my knees). "...keep your fucking hands off me!" "Shut up!" he snared, bitch-slapping me across the face just hard enough to let me know he meant business. For a second I saw stars, then he roughly grabbed my head and pulled me forward into his crotch, wallowing my face in his junk! I could distinctly feel the hardness of his cock against my face as he laughed: "Welcome home, bitch!" I reached up and pushed against his legs, trying to un-wedge my face from his mallet, but he was too strong! I felt vulnerable and weak against him. My only reprieve came when he pulled my head out of his crotch, then tilted my head upwards towards him, making me make eye-contact. "Don't resist, boy. It's bout time you met the ONE thing you been missin' yur whole life...!...the ONE thing yur gonna NEED from now on to survive!" he said, reaching into his waist to undo his drawstring, loosening up the slack around his shorts! I struggled to get free, pulling back as hard as I could, but he simply tightened his grip on my hair and SLAPPED me again across the face! I couldn't believe this was happening to me! I felt paralyzed to do anything about it, as I continued to kneel in front of him, my eyes focusing on his crotch as he pulled open the drawstrings, causing his shorts to drop an inch or so off his hips! Holding onto my hair with one hand, Adeem lifted the tank-top he was wearing high enough to show off his abs! With his strong "V" shaped waistline coming in play, I could easily see the curly hairs of his pubes as my eyes once again focused on his package! "Tell me what you want, Pig!" he said, slapping me in the face again, drawing my attention back to his face (his eyes), away from his crotch! "Tell me what you been missin' in yur life? What you been denyin' yurself! Tell me!" he ordered, waiting for an answer! I wouldn't answer! I couldn't answer! I couldn't believe this was happening to me! I wasn't gay! I didn't want this! Why was this man trying to make me into a homosexual? I pulled back, trying to struggle harder, when I received another swift SLAP in the face! "Answer me bitch, I asked you a fuckin' question!" he yelled, back-slapping me this time! "I'm not lettin' go til you tell me what you been missin' in yur poor pathetic life!" "Nothing!" I shouted rebelliously, refusing to give him what he wanted. SLAP! "I could DO this all day!" he warned, holding a firm grip on my hair! "I've broken pussy boys like you before!" he informed. SLAP! "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, I really don't care which!" he added. SLAP! "Unless you want me to drag you back into the bar and PUNK you in front of yur friends...?" he threatened! "I can do that!" he warned! I thought about Marco and the others sitting inside, imagining their expressions when this big muscled black guy dragged me back into the bar (by my hair), forcing me on my knees in front of them, pulling my face back into his crotch! It went against everything I learned in my training, but it took every ounce of my breath to say: "A COCK!" I blurted out loud (hoping that would appease him)? SLAP! "Wrong answer!" he responded, gripping my hair tighter, causing me to wench in pain as he raised his hand to SLAP me again...! "Fuck you..." I shouted, feeling dizzy and faint! "...YOUR cock..." I screamed out correctly, feeling totally humiliated and emasculated! "I've been missing YOUR cock! Yours! Your BIG black cock! That's what I've been missing all my life!" I shouted, literally crying as tears streamed down my face! Adeem smiled, tapping me gently on my stinging cheek...! "Now...don't you feel betta after admittin' it...?" he smirked, at my expense. "Life's gonna get a lot EASIER for you once you stop denyin' yur true callin'...!" he said, pulling my face back in his lap..., , making me SMELL his pubes! I could feel his coarse black pubic hair scratching against my clean-shaven face, the scent of his musk filling my flaring nostrils like an exotic aphrodisiac! I couldn't help breathing in his scent, getting high as I became lightheaded off his aroma! I'd never smelt anything like it before. It definitely didn't smell anything like my own crotch (sweaty or not)! His dick was definitely hard now (after breaking me), making me say what he wanted! I could feel his pants slipping further down his thighs as he got rougher with my face in his lap! Soon I could feel his thick smooth shaft against my face, as more of his cock became exposed! "Lick it!" he ordered, as I began licking at his pubic hair, my tongue washing through the curls and across the root base of his dick! He inched his shorts down lower, guiding my head down also, making me lick along the hard shaft as I painted the dark brown skin wet with saliva! "Yeah bitch, lick that big black dick all over..." he moaned, letting his shorts drop to his ankles (no underwear), his big thick 9 and 1/2 inch cock springing upward and bouncing like a diving board, fully erect in front of me! "...show me how much you want it, Pig!" I looked up at him, my eyes begging him not to make me do this, not to turn me into a cocksucker. But I could tell by his glare that he wasn't going to let me off the hook. I knew what he wanted. I knew what I needed to do. I knew it was inevitable...as I leaned back in, extending my tongue, then slowly started to lick up the side of his cock, painting it wet all over! "Don't forget the head, bitch!" he reminded, "Shit taste like chocolate, don't it? Now you know why so many peeps'r addicted to the black dick!" he boasted, as I licked along the underbelly, inching my way towards the head, getting my first taste of his pre-cum! It was definitely much saltier than I ever could have imagined! "Much better..." he complimented, watching me wash the tip, licking away all the droplets forming at the piss-slit! "...now lets suck some dick!" he said, pulling my head back, aiming his thick black angry looking rod up to my shocked, open, and not yet ready to be fucked mouth...! Just then suddenly (out of nowhere) we heard voices and footsteps approaching the alley, as a small group of people were walking by, heading to their cars! Adeem and I froze like statues, him still holding a fistful of my hair with one hand, his hard cock aimed at my face with the other hand, while I knelt in front of him on my knees with my mouth agape! This was my chance to get away (I thought)...yet I just stayed there on my knees, praying no one walking by the alley would SEE me in this position! How embarrassing would it be to be found on my knees (in the dirt) with a big 9.5" cock stuffed down my throat...? Neither of us made a sound as the voices faded, then we heard 2 car engines start up and drive away! Adeem glared back down at me, and said: "You look hungry, Piggy...you must know its feedin' time!" he joked, picking up where he left off! "Open wide...and remember, not teeth or I'll knock `em down yur fuckin' throat!" he threatened, shoving his cock in my mouth! `OHGOD' I thought, feeling his big dick pierce my oral cavity, weighing (heavily) against my tongue, cutting off my main source of oxygen! I had a cock in my mouth! I was now (officially) a cocksucker! Adeem shoved the head and a couple of inches in my mouth, my lips closing in around it, tasting the indescribable flavor for the first time. My mind was all a daze, my head was spinning in circles, it was all so surreal, an out-of-body experience (like watching a movie on home video)! He held his cock in my mouth for a few minutes, letting me get used to the taste before he started moving it back and forth, sliding it in and out of my mouth! I'd had hundreds of blowjobs from dozens of girls since my first sexual experience, and up until this point, I'd never wondered what it'd feel like to have a cock in my mouth...? I never understood why some women act like its totally degrading, when so many men love it! Until now! Adeem sawed his cock back and forth, feeding my mouth his heavy sausage as my lips stretched to accommodate him! I couldn't believe I had a cock in my mouth, choking and gagging on it when he shoved in too much too soon! "urrrkkkggg...!!" I gagged, as he pulled back and started slapping me over the face with it! I was surprised by how heavy his cock felt (like a club), the meaty shaft slapping against me with a `THUD' sound! He shoved it back in my mouth, trying to go deeper, pulling my head forward (with both hands) until the dickhead bunched up in the back of my mouth! I choked on his thick shaft, my mouth ovaling about the long dark column as spit drooled from my lips! When he released my head, I fell backwards on my heels, clutching my aching throat as I gasped for breath! "Don't worry, Piggy...you'll get better once yur USED to it!" he advised, waving his big cock at me to continue! I took a deep breath as I lifted my head, his spit-wet prick poised in front of me as I opened my mouth! Adeem re-stuffed my mouth full, nearly unhinging my jaw as he pushed to the back of my mouth and started thrusting! I'd never had anything so BIG in my mouth before, finding it difficult to maneuver. Adeem pulled back out and SLAPPED me across the face (kind hard), reminding me about my teeth! Before I could reply he shoved his dick back in and resumed fucking my face! I had to stretch my jaws as wide as I could, trying to keep my teeth from the thrusting flesh ravaging my mouth! He held onto my hair as he fucked, banging his dickhead into the back of my mouth, making me gag! When he pulled his cock from my mouth the second time, I figured it was to slap me again for scratching his cock with my teeth...? But he surprised me by grabbing my head and tilting my face upwards towards him! When I noticed he was starting to lean down towards me with pursed lips, I wondered: is this maniac really trying to kiss me...?...as if this were some romantic moment of sorts? Using his fingers to wedge open my mouth, he leaned in closely and SPIT directly in my mouth! "uhg!" I groaned (disgusted), feeling totally disrespected as he stood upright once again and physically pushed his cock back in my mouth and continued fucking! I was in total shock, feeling even more less of a man than before, feeling his dick flex steely hard in my mouth as he fucked! "Alright..." he said, sounding almost as if he regretted that his fun time was soon coming to an end! "...we're running short on time...!...so yur gonna have to be a quick study from here on out...!" he informed, re-adjusting his hand on my head until I was at the desired angle! Unsure what he meant by that statement, I continued to try to suck his cock normally, when he suddenly gripped my head firmly with both hands and started ramming into the back of my throat! "urrkkgg...URRKKKGGG...!!" I choked and gagged, as his cock bored its way through my windpipe, ramming into my esophagus, lodging into my ballooning (bull frog) neck, causing my eyes to BULGE wild! He only kept his cock there for a second before pulling back out, as I choked and shuttered from the unexpected assault! I'd barely had a second to recover when he was ramming himself back in, forcing his way back into my throat, pulling my face into his pube hairs, forcing me to deep throat! "URGGGKKK...!...URRKKKGG...!!" I gagged, before he released my head, allowing me to fall backwards against the wall (with spit drooling down my face)! He gripped my hair and forced his spit-coated cock back in my mouth, face-fucking me frantically, making me vomit when he yanked back out, allowing me to fall forward on my hands and knees! I threw up some of the wings I'd eaten earlier, losing a lot of the beer, as it all spilled out onto the ground, tears streaming down my cheeks! I pleaded for him to stop, but he just grabbed my head again and re-rammed my mouth and throat with his big cock, penetrating straight down into the curve of my neck, battering my sore esophagus! He did this several times, leaving it in longer each time until he was finally fucking my slimy spit soaked face with his fully hard ramrod! Spit and drool was rolling down my neck and chin, drenching the front of my shirt! He fucked my face for what felt like an eternity, crash-course training me with deliberately deep rough strokes! I was powerless to stop it, feeling his big dick dig through my throat like a power tool, causing my stomach to lurch violently, his thick cock blocking me from throwing-up! Every-so-often he'd pulled me off his dripping cock, then lean down and SPIT onto my face before continuing my throat fuck! I was so delirious and dazed from a lack of oxygen that I felt near to passing out! Adeem pulled out a few minutes later, leaving my mouth, face, chin, shirt, and the pavement below drenched in thick drool, phlegm, and pre-cum! My throat was so raw and sore that I could barely speak in protest! He lifted me up to my feet by my ears, giving me the impression that we were done! I was SO relieved that my unusual torture was finally over, hoping to get away and get cleaned up, feeling filthy, disgusting, and ashamed all at once! I was still trying to figure out HOW this all happened to me (still at a loss at how he picked ME for this)...?...when he suddenly turned me around and pushed me face front against the wall, shoving his hand into my back, telling me "We ain't done here yet, sweet-pea!" I felt fear stranglehold me again, as he stood behind me, out of my view of sight! "I told you I wanted some of that PIG-pussy..." he reminded me, standing in close behind, killing any chances of me bolting for the street! "...so why dont'chu take off those fuckin' pants before I rip them off and you'll have to explain to yur hoe-wife what happened to them...!" he threatened. I had no doubt he would do as he said, as I started to undo my belt, opening the snap on my khakis and lowering the zipper. Getting impatient with me, he grabbed the waist of my pants and physically yanked them my legs in one swift move! "We ain't got all night, bitch!" he scoffed, shoving my face against the wall while pulling my waist back towards him! I could feel his free hand all over my butt, gripping, groping, squeezing, and slapping it roughly, imagining how his cock would feel stuffed inside it! "Please..." I begged, as I looked back at him pleadingly from over my shoulder, trying to spear the last shreds of my manhood, my dignity, -trying to save my ass!! "...please don't fuck me! I'll...I'll SUCK you off again and you can cum all over my face!" I bargained! "I won't tell anyone! No one would know! Nothing will happen to you! I promise! Please let me go!" Adeem laughed hardily! "Pig, you ain't understandin' me..." he said, ignoring my pleas! "...I'm TAKIN' that pussy TODAY! And I'll be OWNIN' it from now on!" he stated, bringing the cold hard fist of reality down on my head like a fist! "I'll give you 30 seconds to get back on yur knees and get this cock nice and wet with yur slobber...or I'm rammin' it up yur ass DRY!" he threatened! "And you best keep quiet unless you want yur buddies in there to know their friend is a pussy for black dick! Startin' NOW, bitch! 30, 29, 28..." he started counting down! I immediately spun around and dropped to my knees and start slobbering all over the big hard cock in front of me! I coated it in as much spit and drool as I could muster, leaving it dripping slimily with thick strands of salvia all over! When he got down to zero, he picked me back up and spun me around! "Lose the shirt!" he ordered, wanting me bare-assed in the alleyway! HE pulled off my shirt (overhead), then rolled it tightly and wrapped it around my head and mouth, tying in back, using it as a gag (to keep me quiet)! "Reach back with both hands and SPREAD that ass open for me..." he ordered, }...I wanna see that virgin pussy!" Totally humiliated, I reached back and cupped each cheek in my hand...then PULLED them apart in opposite directions, exposing my asshole to someone for the first time! "That's a nice cunt, Pig!" he said with a husky voice, bending down behind me for a better look! I heard him hack up phlegm from the back of his throat, then felt him spit it onto my hole (twice)! I had never felt more vulnerable to anyone before in my life! I felt totally emasculated, having lost myself and fearing I would never survive this experience (either physically or emotionally)! He stood up, grabbed my waist, then pushed the large head of his cock against my virgin asshole! I clinched my jaws around the wadded shirt stuffed in my mouth and closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable pain! I didn't wait long! A second later he rammed his hips forward, violently penetrating my rectal ring, the bulbous head piercing straight into me like a punch to the gut! My anal muscles clinched together tightly (automatically) to try to keep him out, but he burst through anyway, ramming 1/4 of his cock into me before stopping! He pulled back, giving me a little relief, but just when it felt like his cockhead was about to pull free, he rammed back in, pushing MORE into me, stretching my hole out! I screamed out into my shirt, biting down into the material, trying not to yell too loudly and cause any unwanted attention from the street! In the distance I hear voices as PANIC sat in! I was going to be found with my pants around my ankles and a big cock stuffed in my ass! But the voices quickly faded as the walked by the alley, paying no attention to what was happening inside! The pain is indescribable, it felt as if my asshole was being ripped apart! It burned like hot coals and hurt like a gunshot wound, and he was just beginning this assault on my ass! He pushed all the way into (causing more pain to shoot through my bottom) until he passed a certain point where my ass just opened up and he able to slide the rest all the way inside in one long but swift move! I soon felt the coarseness of his pubes scratching against my ass! "Congratulations, bitch..." he whispered huskily into my ear, "...you've got it ALL in there!" he thrilled from behind. "I officially OWN this pussy now!" he reminded, as I groaned (defeated) into my shirt! Adeem ground himself around inside me for a few minutes (making himself at home inside me), churning his meaty rod around in my over packed, overstuffed gut! When he pulled back, it felt like my entrails were being ripped out with his cock, as my sphincter muscles fought to lock it in, refusing to let it go as it slipped out about 5 or 6 inches before being rammed back up inside me, rising me up onto my tip-toes! He started a hard/fast rhythm, fucking me with a steady pace, ignore my painful groans and grunts as he rammed himself in and out quickly with sharp, long strokes! It was the most excruciating pain I'd ever felt in my entire life! I panicked that my asshole would never recover, that I'd have to have surgery to sow my hole back together again! How would I explain to my wife and colleagues that I slipped and fell down a flight of stairs and ripped open my asshole...? I leaned in against the wall, my face and chest lying flat against the bricks with Adeem's hand pushing straight into my back, keeping my hips pulled back towards him as he rammed my ass with hard/strong thrusts! "You got a nice tight pussy back here, Pig-boy..." he gloated, loving the way my asshole tightened and squeezed around him as the sphincter muscles fought for the right to protect the rectum! "...luckily for you, this tight cunt's gonna might make me nut quick, spearin' you a longer fuck!" he explain, slapping my ass (hard), fucking me with deep probing strokes, ramming through me quicker and faster! Adeem leaned in closer behind me (pressing his chest in against my back), as he suddenly (unexpectedly) reached in around my waist and grabbed my dick for the first time, causing me to look down as his big dark hand wrapped around my stiff hard-on! `Oh fuck...' -I thought to myself, noticing (for the first time) that my cock was hard! How the hell did that happen? Certainly it wasn't from the fucking? All I felt was terrible pain shooting through my ass, making me want to pass out, surely that wasn't what was making me hard...? That's when Adeem chimed in... "Yeah, Pig...I knew you liked it..." he teased, licking along the back of my neck, taunting me! "...I can tell by yur hard-on that yur LOVIN' this..." he gloated, "...no normal guy would have a full blown erection with a dick as big as mine rammin' his ass for the first time, which could only mean yur a natural born pussy-boy bottom! I knew it from the start! From the moment I saw you in uniform, yur sweet hot ass was beggin' to be fucked hard and raw! Yur finally gettin' what you always wanted! How's it feel, bitch?" I had no idea what he was talking about...?...I never wanted this, I never wanted to get fuck by a man, by any man! I continued to look down, watching his hand stroke up and down my 7.5" cock, making it look smaller in his larger stroking fist! His other hand was roaming up over my chest and stomach, pulling my body back on his cock as he thrust his hips into me, driving himself in deeper! I whimpered and grunted through my shirt, feeling the continuous plunge of his cock going ever deeper into my bowels, destroying my anal muscles (as my sphincter muscles started to wane in defeat), laying wreckage to my entrails! "Fuck, this ass is good...!" he moaned erotically in my ear, his hot breath on my neck as he leaned in against my back, stroking me faster! I groaned (erotically) as his hand sped up on my cock, making it throb while he ravaged my aching hole! I tried steeling myself (mentally) so I couldn't feel any pleasure from his hand, but my cock already felt like it was reaching its boiling point! I could feel my loins heating up, as I closed my eyes and fought against cumming! There was no way I could cum with a cock in my ass...!...that would just be TOO gay! I was torn about how I could have a hard-on while my body was being violated so brutally? What was wrong with me? I couldn't possibly be liking this, could I? No way! "umff..." I moaned into my shirt, my throbbing rod causing my asshole to spasm and pucker tightly around Adeem's thrusting cock! I felt my body starting to tremble as my my own cock got steely-hard in his stroking hand, causing me to hump his fist! "...umph..." I groaned, finally feeling some sort of pleasure in this assault, as his hand started to feel too good! I soon realized there was no way I'd be able to avoiding coming! Adeem engineered so I'd cum with his cock in my ass, using it to humiliate me further! "...UMPH..." he grunted angrily, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, refusing to be a willing participant in my own demise! "...UUMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH...!!!" I yelled aloud through my spit drenched shirt, just as the cum suddenly ERUPTED from my flaring cock, shooting my future babies all over the bar wall, coating it in juices! I could hear Adeem laughing in my ear, feeling my cock jerk in his fist as it spit 5 or 6 wads against the bricks! I groaned in despair (hanging my head in shame), having lost all shreds of my manhood from coming with a cock in my butt! I'd never knew it was possible! How could this have happened to me? Why did I deserve this? Adeem released my cock, wiping droplets of my sperm over my chest (cleaning his hand)! He grabbed my waist with one hand, then gripped a fistful of my hair with the other, yanking my head back painfully as he fucked me harder on purpose, making me make more noise (almost as if he wanted us to get caught)...? I tried my best to stay as quiet as possible, given the great degree of difficulty it took with a massive black harpoon spearing through my guts like a lance! I wondered if there would be any permanent damage left behind? Would I ever be able to walk, sit, or shit regularly again? "Look at me, boy..." he demanded, twisting my head around by the roots of my hair, making me look back at him through tearful (bloodshot) eyes! "...I wanna SEE yur face when I seed this cunt for the FIRST time!" he stated through grit teeth! "Yur gonna get this nutt soon, and when I cum, I'm goona shoot my load IN yur ass, makin' it forever MY cunt!" he announced, fucking me harder as he began slamming into like a brick wall! "No, please..." I begged, pulling the shirt from my mouth, begging him not to cum in me. "...I have a wife...!...kids...please don't cum in me! Shoot it on my back, on my butt, on my face, I don't care! Just don't shoot it IN me, please...?...I'm begging you!" I pleaded on deaf ears! "Naw, bitch...I'm gonna BREED you..." he insisted, "...put my brand in you and CLAIM this pussy as mine!" he boasted, having no intentions of pulling out! "ohgod..." I groaned fearfully, as he fucked me extra-rough for another 2 to 3 minutes solid, his monster cock growing thicker and steelier as it wrecked my vitals like a runaway semi crashing through helpless cars on a highway! I bit my lower lip, nearly drawing blood, it was all I could do to keep from screaming out loud as my asshole was pillaged and plundered beyond belief! Then with one FINAL plunge, Adeem rammed himself in gut-deep and held himself somewhere in my stomach! I could feel his big dick pulsating wildly inside me (like an erratic heartbeat), then it suddenly EXPLODED! "ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGG...!!!" he bellowed out loud like an awaking bear, alerting anyone walking nearby that he'd just came! I felt him bucking and jerking behind me, as his big dick shot 10 to 12 scorching hot molten lava-like spurts of cum directly into my burning colon, coating my aching innards in thick rich spooge! I groaned the ultimate humiliation and shame, feeling the final degradation as another man's sperm now seared into my bowels, branded me forever as a man broken! My alpha male cop persona, my masculinity, my dignity, my self-respect would never be the same again! I'd lost everything in that moment as his big dick continued to pump fresh seed into me, filling my body with his reproductive juices! He stayed inside of me for a few minutes, letting his cock drain as it slowly softened to half-mast! I could hear him panting breathlessly behind me, his arms holding me tightly, refusing to let me go until his orgasm was complete! Once finished, I felt him pull out, yanking his softening prod smoothly from my wounded, violated, and no longer virgin hole...!...leaving me feeling completely empty, sore, and dripping wet inside! With his cock now gone, I could feel my anus throbbing sorely, painfully, as his excess semen starting to escape my puling hole and run down the backs of my legs, adding to my feeling of disgrace! As he let go of my body, I felt myself slipping down the side of the wall (helplessly), my buckling knees no longer able to support my weight! Standing over me (his shorts still down around his ankles), he bent down and searched my pants pockets for my wallet, pulling out my driver's license to learn my name: "`Antonio Reyes'..." he read aloud, staring at my photo ID, "...'1441 Christian Lane'", he concluded, looking straight at me! "Now I know WHO you are and WHERE you live...!" he added, making my stomach knot! I looked up at him defeated, having been fucked and bred by this big black dude who claimed my ass as HIS and now was threatening to keep it for future use! "Here..." he offered (tossing my wallet on the ground beside me), handing me his cell phone after typing something in it. "...enter yur phone number in this contact, and it better be yur real number! I have yur information and I WILL show up at your house if I can't call you!" Feeling his threat was real, I enter my real cell phone number into the contact he labeled: `Pig Pussy', cringing when I read it, before handing him back his phone. He pulled his shorts up over his hips, tying the front string around his waist, his big dick still showing prominently through the bulge! He started telling me how things was going to be from now on...!...how I would make myself available to him at HIS convenience, at any hour of the day! "The only excuse I'll accept is if yur workin' and unavailable, otherwise I expect you to flip on that police siren and come runnin' to my location like as if it was a fire! I don't care if yur on patrol; I'll expect to see you down on yur knees servicin' my dick in uniform! If yur out with yur hoe, I expect the same! I don't care if yur in the middle of makin' love, you yank yur lil' punk dick out of that bitch and come runnin'! Otherwise I'm gonna have to make a visit to yur house and tell that sweet blonde bitch that her MAN takes dick probably better than she does! Don't think I won't do it, yur not the only guy I've flipped and turned, cocksucker! Understand?" "Yes sir!" I answered meekly, even though I had no idea how I would pull all of this off...? He looked down at me and laughed, as I sat (half lying) on the ground, back against the cummy wall, with my pants bunched down around my ankles! I must've looked quite a sight, even to him! "You wanna know HOW I pegged you a pussy-boy so fast within 5mins of meetin' you at that accident...?" he asked, as I looked up from his crotch, wearily...! "HOW I knew you wanted it from the moment I saw you...? I could see it in yur EYES!" he revealed! "Every-time I'd look at you, you'd look away or look down at yur clip-board like it was a safe zone or somethin', too scared to make eye-contact with me! It might not've been noticeable to anyone else there, but I read you loud and clear, Officer Reyes! You wanted it BAD! You were makin' my dick so hard! That stupid bitch and her boyfriend kept thinkin' my hard-ons were for her..., but I was thinkin' of YOU the whole time, waitin' for a moment like this, when I could get you alone and show you what you were created for! I was so tempted to fuck you right there in that parkin' lot after they left, but I knew I had to wait, to build on yur anticipation and fear, to make you really HOT for it like you were today! I knew we'd meet again, eventually! Yur dick was so HARD in my hand, I never had any doubt you'd love it! "That Puerto-Rican chick kept eyein' my dick and makin' google-eyes at me, tryin' to get me in her pussy..., but little did she know that the next day her boyfriend was the one bent over takin' my big dick up his ass! I'd taken HIS information also, and called him the next day to discuss the accident man to man! Nigga tried to play it all tough like you did, but not twenty minutes later he was chokin' on my dick and takin' it up the ass like a prison cunt! Left two loads in his sloppy pussy too! That accident was the best thing to happen to me in a long time, got 2 new pussies out of it!" he gloated, feeling pretty good about himself! "You can get dressed, now bitch..." he said, preparing to leave! "...I gotta get back to the pussy I came in with!" he added, referring to his companion! "He aint gonna like that you took his load!" he joked, laughing as he walked away, leaving me by myself to contemplate everything he said! I continued to sit there for a few more minutes, trying to get my composure. I'd just discovered that my attack, my rape, was brought on because of something I DID, something in my EYES! What was it? What was I projecting that someone, anyone, could read and believe I liked this kind of shit...? If HE could see, who else could see it? Was a walking breathing poster calling to be fucked and abused...? Realizing someone (an employee) would eventually come out of the bar for a smoke or to use the dumpster, I decided to get up and get dressed before I got caught with my pants down (literally)! My body (my ass and throat) hurting severely as I struggled (weakly) to my feet, my sore asshole screaming in protest as MORE semen escaped my ruined anal ring, spilling out and down the backs of my legs in tiny rivers! It was SO humiliating as I pulled up my pants, fastening them around my waist. I untied my shirt from around my neck and untangled it before pulling it on overhead, feeling the cool wetness from my own spit and drool all over it.I looked down and noticed my pants were filthy and stained, and my shirt was wrinkled and wet. I organized myself as best I could, matting down my disheveled hair, trying to make myself more presentable before returning to my friends, hoping no one would notice the sudden CHANGE in me...? I staggered my way out of the alley (where I'd lost my anal virginity) and back into the sports bar where I immediately noticed Adeem sitting at his table with his companion. They both looked back at me, as Adeem smirked, and his companion frowned (I guessed he'd just told him about our encounter in the alley)...? I walked by their table (feeling like I'd just fallen down an elevator shaft) and headed towards my friends. I notice there were only 3 of them left. I walk up and took a seat, realizing I'd missed the rest of the game! "Dude, I thought you had left?" said DeMarco, looking back at me, strangely. "What the hell happened to you?" he asked, curiously. I explained that while I was outside having a smoke, I noticed a couple having trouble with their car, so I got under the hood and helped them get started. Thankfully Marco was drunk enough not to ask any more questions, and eager to get home to fuck his wife. He said his goodbyes, paid his portion of the bill, then walked out along with our 2 other buddies. I noticed Adeem and his companion (a 40ish looking white guy, about 5'7 or 8 inches tall, with reddish hair and a little bit of a belly) walk out behind them. I continued to sit for a while, finishing up our beers as I tried to collect myself. How can I go home? �I wondered. What would I say to my wife? Why had I let this happen? I was a police officer for christ's sakes, how could I have let things get so far out of hand? How could I be no worse off than any GIRL unable to defend herself from a rapist? How could I expect to help other people if I couldn't help myself...? I sat terrified that this situation could get a lot worse if the guys in my department were to ever learn about what happened to me. Not only would I be the laughing stock, no one would want to work with me again, no one would respect me, who would want a guy as backup who couldn't keep himself from being raped by ONE guy...? After about 20mins I decided to head home. I reached into my pocket for my wallet to pay my bill, when I noticed my driver's license was missing! I thought back to the alleyway and realized Adeem had pocketed my ID when he searched through my wallet! He knew my name and address and could come by at anytime to do to my wife what he did to me in the alley! I'd have to change the locks just to be careful! I left the sports bar and headed back to my car, heading for a life of uncertainty. The drive home was about 30mins, all of which I drove in a complete haze, having no idea how I got there. I don't even remember stopping at any lights or traffic signs, although I'm sure I did, as I hadn't caused any accidents along the way. I parked outside the house and stared up at my home for a few minutes, having left the house a different man that morning (a stronger more confident man). What was I now? How could I protect my family? What was to stop HIM from coming here and taking control of both of us? Making US his sex-slaves? The lights were all off so I knew Susanne was asleep. I cut off the engine and got out of the car, stifling a scream as another sharp pain shot through my anus. I nearly buckled again (like in the alley) as I latched onto the car door for support, keeping myself upright. When I looked back in the car (making sure I didn't leave anything behind), I noticed the driver's seat had a large WET spot where I'd been sitting. I reached back behind me and touched my own ass, feeling a large wet stain in the seat of my pants (where his cum had leaked)! Pulling the tail of my shirt down lower (trying to cover it), I dashed towards the house, hoping to get inside before any of the neighbors might stop me to talk and notice the wet marks leaking from my asshole. Once inside, I noticed the house was quiet. We had a small 2 bedroom single story home, just big enough for a small family just starting out. Susanne and I'd only been married 2yrs, with a new baby only 9mons old. I was a father, a husband, a son, a brother, and now a rape victim. Despite everything we tell victims about not washing away evidence, I just HAD to take a shower, there was no way I was going to report this rape, nor go to bed and sleep beside my wife with another man's sperm in my guts. I quietly headed for the bathroom, locking the door behind me (which I normally never did). I remove my clothes, placing them in a plastic bag instead of the hamper (not wanting my wife to find my soiled clothes). When I got to my underwear, I felt my heart beating faster. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and slowly pulled them down off my hips, looking at the inside seat as they slid down past my knees towards the floor. My heart nearly stopped when I noticed BLOOD in the ass of my shorts! "ohmygod" I said to myself, knowing my asshole had bled during the rape! Turning towards the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door, I turned my back to it and bent over at the waist, staring between my legs at the reflection of my ass, reaching back to carefully pull the cheeks apart, wanting to see my asshole for myself. I'd never seen my own asshole before, although I'd seen assholes in porn movies and magazines, and I'd even seen my own wife's asshole on several occasions (usually when we have sex in doggy-position), so I was relatively aware that my asshole weren't supposed to look like the red, swollen, puffy, and irritated orifice I was now staring at in horror! I couldn't help holding one ass cheeks open with one hand, while slipping the other hand between my legs (beneath my balls), and up into my ass crack to FEEL my sore, irritated ring. I cringed at the touch, as my asshole spasm and released another fat creamy/ crimson wad of blood & cum (mixture), which dribbled slowly down over my perineum towards my loose hanging balls. I knew at that moment I needed to go to the hospital and have my asshole examined, but I knew the doctors would know instantly that I'd been raped and would HAVE to report it. Turning on the shower, I adjusted the water to HOT, then climbed in and began washing up. The water started to scold against my skin, but I didn't care, I just wanted to wash off the dirt and grime of my ordeal, wanting no trace of what happened to me. I washed up several times, staying in the shower far longer than usual, scrubbing every inch of my body, brushing my teeth and tongue, washing out any traces of his cock and cum. I parted my ass cheeks and rubbed soapy fingers over the irritated ring, even going as far as to dart one in and out, wanting to wash away all signs of his presence from inside. After the shower I stepped out and searched the medicine cabinet for any ointments. I found an antibiotic cream (for scrapes and bruises), and apply it to my asshole. It burned! I cringed and jumped around for a moment, holding my behind like a cartoon character searching for a bucket of water to sit in. Once the burning dissipated, I was able to feel the coolness it brought to my hole, relieving the pain. Bagging my clothes, I decide to throw away the underwear, the boxer-briefs were too far gone with the blood and cum stains in the rear. I HID the bag of soiled clothes to wash in the morning, then shoved the underwear towards the bottom of the garbage can, burying it underneath last night's leftover's. I made my way to bed, tip-toeing as to not awaken Susanne. I was far too tired to make love to her tonight, as I slip in under the covers (on my back) and stare up at the ceiling, replaying the events in my head, re-living the accident, the introductions, the citation, the looks, the intimidation, and the nerves all over again. I tried to see what Adeem saw in me...but I can't find nothing wrong with my actions. I think of the second encounter, hanging with my wife and friends, drinking, eating, watching the game, then seeing Adeem enter the picture. My cock stirred as I remember him staring at me, his EYES, his piercing eyes which seemed to look right through me to the other side. What did he see, dammit? I think harder, walking my wife outside, kissing her goodbye, smoking outside the building, arguing with Adeem, being dragged into the alley, not screaming, not wanting to cause attention. That was my first mistake; I should have screamed. Marco and 5 other cops were sitting not 50ft away in the bar. Someone would've heard. The situation would have been VERY different (in hindsight). Adeem wrestled me to the ground, then pulled his fat hard cock from his shorts, pulling my face in his crotch. My second mistake; I should have punched him in the balls and ran for the hills while he lay on the ground thriving in pain, holding his sac. I recalled him smearing his cock across my lips, making me taste pre-cum for the first time, shoving his cock in my mouth, making me suck him, fucking my throat, choking me, gagging me, making me vomit. I remembered begging him not to cum inside me, pleading that he leave me with ONE shred of indignity, but he didn't listen, he rammed his big black cock in me and fucked me anyway, ruining my asshole, making it soft, sore, and puffy. I could still FEEL it throbbing, as I reached down and noticed my cock was hard (even bow). What the hell was wrong with me? Rolling over onto my side, ignoring my erection, pulling the covers up over my shoulder as I prayed for SLEEP to come and claim me...! __________________________________ This story was written by Eugene Marvin, aka NPhillydogg, AND Antonio Fernandez! It was heavily inspired by real-life events that happened to him personally. __________________________________ If you liked this story, please write me at NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com with your comments, questions, and suggestions. 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Date: Thu, 17 Oct 2024 11:12:00 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Dave's boi julian chapter twelve 12. The Firm carries the principle of Hierarchy to an extreme. Every member of a Team is numbered. Julian is #7, which means that he has six superiors to obey and three associates who report to him. Now, however, there is a new caste system in the office. Those who dress the usual way, and those who are barefoot. According to the latest memo about this, a barefoot associate is one who's been restated after a significant failure that threatened to separate him from the organization. Everyone on Julian's Team already know this because they were there when he had deserted them almost a year ago. It's been made perfectly clear that the usual hierarchical structure most not be ignored because Julian is barefoot�that is, when it comes to official professional matters. Nonetheless, outside of that structure, in private conversations anything to help emphasize barefoot Julian's inferiority is allowed and even encouraged. In fact, a Team meeting was scheduled on Monday morning to discuss the Team's feelings about having a Barefoot as a member of the Team. Julian was not allowed to attend. What has followed all week has been quite interesting and, as far as Julian is concerned, something that makes the workdays a hell of a lot more enticing. His only frustration, he tells me when we're at dinner on Saturday night, is that if he weren't caged he'd be jerking off frequently. For them it's merely a way of humiliating an inferior; for Julian, however, it's a constant adventure. The members of the Team, you see, with only one exception, don't fully understand what happens in the mind, heart, psyche and libido of a true masochist. The one Team member who does know what's up for a boy like Julina simply doesn't bother ever engaging him as an inferior. Drat! So, what does Julian tell me about? "One guy went to rap me in the balls when I was in his office and got a little surprise. He made me show him the cage, then went around telling the others about it. I've had to show it a lot, so I taught them the phrase "cage check," so they could just use it if they want me to open my pants and show it." I see this as an opportunity for more training. "So tell me, boy, have you ever gotten noticeably annoyed when some guy called `cage check?' I wait for him to answer. And waited. And waited. "Juliannnnnnnnn," I said (and would have been looking at him over my glasses if I wore glasses) . . . "what did you do and why?" I started slapping my palm with my other hand. hesitation then, without looking at me, "Twice yesterday, Dave. I had to show it twice already when two others pissed me off by asking because they ask every day just to make a point." "Did they say they noticed?" "Yes, Sir. One got annoyed back and made me drop my pants all the way to the ground." I chuckle at that, imagining the sight. Then I get serious. "so tell me, Julian: what would happen if you ever acted like that when I asked something that annoys you?" "I'd get punished, Sir." "Because I'm the Master and you're my slave and you have no right to be annoyed?" "Not that, but because I showed it. You taught me that, Master. If I were a good slave, I'd just do what you told me to without showing any reaction." "That's right, Julian. You're my slave, so you do what I tell you to do. There's no drama. Just obedience. So you're right. You'd be in store for a good whipping. Is that correct, slave?" "Yes, Master. I'd get punished for showing attitude. Todd has talked to me about that before, getting pissed when they order me around." "Do they order you around more now after everything that's happened?" "Yes, Master. And Zach puts clamps on my nipples a lot and then I have to bow to the ground and beg him to take them off when the pain gets too great." "So if I reached out to tweak a nipple now it would hurt?" "Yes, Sir. Pretty sore still." "Now back to punishment: you admit you'd deserve to be punished for showing me attitude." "Yes, Master." "Well, then, Julian. I intend to whip you for showing attitude to your Team mates at work. From now on you are to remember that since they all know you're my slave, your behavior reflects on me and the way I'm training you. I don't want to be embarrassed by your snotty attitude at work, nor do I want to be notified there's even a reason you need to be punished. Do you understand me, slave?" He lowers his eyes, blushing because the waiter heard me call him `slave'. "Yes, Master, I understand. No attitude or drama at work ever." "And if you pull anything, I expect to know it." "Yes, Master." "Wherever you go, Julian, you're a slave. Behave like one and maybe finally you'll begin to learn how to think like one." "Thank you, Master, for reminding this slave how it is supposed to behave at all times." "So what else?" "One guy swatted my ass and I cried out because I was still sore. This was Monday. So he asked why. I told him I'd been punished. He made me drop my pants and show him my ass. Word got around, so you can guess what happened after that." "You were dropping your pants a lot." "not only that, Dave, but I kept getting swatted." "Ouch." "Easy for you to say, Sir." then he giggles, the adorable imp. "Well I'll have to lay some fresh marks on that ass tonight so you have something to show off on Monday." He lowers his eyes and doesn't say anything. fine by me. The waiter just brought the food. He knows better than to pick at his food if he's upset; I covered that already. So we both eat normally. as usual, the food is wonderful. I never deprive my slave of good eating. Or coffee. I'm not that much of a sadist. Once we're done, I have something else to ask him. "What's it like having to be barefoot now? How does it make you feel?" "Like I'm a bad boy and they all know it, Master. Like there's something deficient about me, that's why I can't dress like they do, that I'm less than them, even the guys under me." "How do they act towards you now? Differently than before?" "Yes, Master, very different in the way they speak to me almost disrespectfully, in the way they make sure I'm aware they know. A couple of them are always staring at my feet when they talk to me. It's the worst when someone is there who isn't from The Firm and doesn't know why I'm barefoot." "You said it makes you feel like you're less then them. that's good, Julian, because you are. Not only is the Firm disciplining you this way to remind you how much you failed them, but also just because you're a fucking slave now, Julian. totally. Outside The Firm. Everywhere. And I expect you to always act that way not matter what kind of a situation you're in. Imagine that you're just a few minutes away from getting your ass whipped again." I can tell that this is turning him on even while it's making him feel like he should get down on the ground and kiss my feet. I'm sure he wishes he could do that right now. Talking about whipping him does something to him. That's why I always tend to use that word now. "Whip." I'm going to whip him when we get home. The waiter comes by and we order dessert. When he brings us our coffee I decide to let him know. "Jesse (the waiter's name), when we get home from here I'm going to take a strap I have and whip this boy's ass until he's sobbing." Julian looks like he's about to melt into the floor. "Does that happen often?" he asks. "He looks like he probably needs it all the time." Wow. Plays right into it. "Especially when he forgets that he's a slave. You ever been around a male slave, Jesse?" "Actually, yes. Two, in fact. Cousins of mine. I've had opportunities to use them even though I'm younger than they are." "Both owned?" "It's actually a family matter. My uncle turned them into slaves a couple years ago, when they were still in high school. Actually sent them somewhere to get broken in because he didn't want to have to bother. They're both hot as hell. I love fucking them. Sometimes I bend the both of them over and stick it in one then the other and go back and forth until I nut." "Have they learned to like it?" "Dunno for sure. They're not allowed to discuss anything like that. Just do what they're told. It's really weird, to tell the truth." "Perhaps, but you're benefiting from it, so it seems." That's as far as that conversation goes. I really think the waiter is just putting me on. I can't imagine a situation like that actually happening. Makes a hot fantasy though. Julian looks like he's gonna burst out laughing after Jesse walks away. "So what do you make of that?" I ask him. "hard to believe, Sir." "You know there is a place like that, don't you? The Firm has two places that get a lot of traffic from what they tell me. Kind of like a combination farm and prison camp for naughty faggots." He looks a little nervous. "I'd hate to think of it, Master. Please never send me there. I promise I'll learn to be a good slave for you." "You ARE a good slave for me, boy. Already. Sure, you've got a lot to learn. All slaves do. But I'm pretty pleased with the way things are working out. That's why I'm not going to let you get sloppy. I didn't feel this way when I first met you, but after everything that's happened, I've discovered that it really turns me on that I am now your Master. I like owning you now. Even if you don't live with me." "thank you, Master, for being the one to be my Master. They could have given me to anybody and I was really terrified about that. You're the only one who . . " "...I'm the only one who's taken your virginity. I'm the only one who can get into your head. I'm the one who will always care for you, AS MY SLAVE, Julian, don't ever be mistaken about that. it's not only your body that turns me on. It's everything about you: mind, body, spirit, mentality, all of it. Mine. And as soon as we get home I'm going to brand my name on your ass using my strap as a branding iron. Just like you need." His face communicates so many emotions. Arousal and fear, anticipation and humiliation at the fact itself that getting whipped is now a regular part of his life because it's something I understand he needs in order to be regulated. It's not that I'm a sadist. As a matter of fact, I have one boy I'm quite delicate with and hardly ever strike as I'm training him. It's just that there's something between me and Julian, something tangible, something that is most fully expressed when I use corporal punishment as an essential part of his training. I know it and he knows it. It's a way of communicating things that can't be communicated by using words. "By the way," I tell him as we're heading home, "I just sent a message to Todd and Zach asking them to stop hitting you. From now on, boy, I'm the only one who will whip you, just like I'm the only one to occupy so many roles in your life. I also want you to realize that you will be whipped most severely for attitude issues such as showing your betters you're annoyed because they've asked you to drip your pants too often as far as you're concerned. No one can control what you think to yourself, of course. But I have total control over your behavior, even when you're not with me, and I intend to use the whip to exert that control." Of course, he knows that I use the word "whip" because it titillates me, not because I will always take a whip to him. Interestingly enough, as time goes by I'm able to sensitize him to the word so it strikes a place deep within him where no one other than me is able to go every time I use any form of the word. So anyway, even though I intend to take a strap to him when I get him home, in my mind it's the way I'm going to whip the slave who got a bit too uppity for his own good when someone told him to drop his pants and display the fact that a Master has locked his dick into a small cage to contain its size as well as how it can be used. "I guess you can't get hard any more," Brandon said to chide him one day. "there are a lot of things I can't do any more," replied Julian. "Such as? . . . " Brandon is getting off on humiliating him further. Julian thinks for a bit. He wants to come up with something that might blow Brandon's mind. He's got it! "I'm not allowed to piss in a toilet "Then how do you piss?" Brandon presses on. "On all fours raising my leg like a dog, In the tub or in a bowl or sometimes outside," he replied, anticipating something that would eventually be happening. "then what do you do if you have to piss while you're here?" "In a bucket in the utility closet and then I have to empty it out and clean it." "Holy shit, dude. Tell me the next time you have to piss. I want to see it." Julian figured that was going to happen. Secretly he's thrilled but isn't going to let Brandon know that. Let him enjoy the satisfaction of thinking he's tormenting the boy while actually it's going to turn him on to have someone from the office watch him having to relieve himself like some animal. So be it. SO THAT'S THE END of this Chapter. Please write and tell me what you think. subkodak25@gmail.com I'm also on Telegram as sub_kodak. Say Hi! And listen, since you probably spend a lot of time on Nifty, why not help with expenses by making a donation, no matter how small. https://donate.nifty.org

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Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 16:32:15 EST From: B2655@aol.com Subject: Stripping For Punishment - Part 1 GM authoritarian Stripping for Punishment - Part 1 By Terry b2655@aol.com Scott was in trouble again, the third time this semester. He has been ordered to appear at the headmaster's office at one o'clock this afternoon, and he was nervous as hell. Scott had a slim, muscular build, with short cropped dark blond hair. He appeared just on time, dressed as expected in his school uniform, consisting of snug trousers, shiny black shoes, white shirt, blue and yellow rep tie. All standard issue. The headmaster himself answered the door and ushered Scott inside. Scott had expected the headmaster to be alone, but there was a handsome man who appeared to be about 30 years old sitting in a wing chair by the fire. He gave Scott a warm smile and stood up for an introduction. The headmaster was shockingly abrupt. "This is Coach Becker. He's going to take charge of your punishment today. And I've told him it's to be all on the bare." Scott's eyes popped and his jaw dropped. "But Sir! O please, sir. He's a complete stranger to me," he argued. "Don't question me, boy. I haven't been able to get through to you lately. I think our new swim team coach has enough strength to make quite an impression on your misbehaved bottom. Now get yourself to the punishment room as usual. And don't dawdle, boy." Scott blushed furiously. He couldn't believe this. The new swim coach all the guys were talking about was going to punish him and see his naked bottom. Scott knew he would just about die of humiliation. Besides, he was far too old for bare bottomed punishment. He knew that some of the younger ones still got it that way, but the headmaster was nearing the age of retirement and could no longer pack much of a wallop. The boys had little to fear when threatened with corporal discipline, and some of the others actually joked that they rather enjoyed the old perv stroking their stinging buttocks after a so-called punishment spanking. Scott went upstairs and crossed to the window to close the shutters. He would be mortified if anyone else were to witness this activity. Scott nervously eyed the collection of punishment implements already set out on the tabletop. He couldn't help but notice that the wide leather strap and thin wooden paddle were amongst them. Scott was not a stranger to their smarting effectiveness, although the headmaster usually stopped at a hand spanking. He simply didn't have the strength to carry on these days. Scott heard the men talking downstairs, then broke into a sweat as he heard them ascending the stairs. He looked up nervously as the two men entered the room. The headmaster took a seat on the sofa, but the coach continued to approach him, extending his hand to the boy. Scott lifted a trembling arm and shook the coach's hand. Coach Becker's grip was firm with youthful strength. Scott realized he probably had a lot to be afraid of. "There, there, boy. I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. A healthy young lad such as yourself should be able to take anything I can dish out. You look like the brave, stoic type. Am I right about you?" Shit! This was going to be a nightmare. Scott was unable to answer and just stood there with his mouth open. "Come on, boy. You've felt the strap before, haven't you? The authorities around here haven't been doing their job good and proper if you lads aren't on familiar terms with paddles and straps. Regular doses of corporal discipline build character and respect don't you agree?" Scott was speechless! Was this guy for real? His bottom was already twitching at the prospect of what was about to transpire. Coach Becker looked over at the headmaster and said, "Well, I think we're about ready. No reason I can see for further delay. Shall I proceed with the punishment?" The headmaster gloated. "Of course you may. He's been in here twice already this semester. He really needs for you to make an indelible impression. I don't seem to have been able to make any difference in his behavior." Coach Becker turned to face me. "Is this true, boy? Have you failed to learn to obey all rules around here? Even with the headmaster's personal encouragement?" "I'm well, I'm sorry, Sir." My voice trembled. My throat was dry, and my tongue felt thick in my mouth. I knew I was really in for it. "OK, boy. Here's the deal. Fetch the strap and paddle off the table over there and bring them to me. And make it snappy. We're going to commence with your punishments straight away." I raced across the room to the table and gathered up the strap and paddle. I did not intend to give the new coach further motivation to punish me. I hurried back into place and stood facing the coach, holding the instruments of punishment in my trembling hands. They felt heavy and menacing. Coach Becker took both implements from me and held them up for inspection. He twirled the paddle around several times, and checked all surfaces for any blemishes. "A bit thin, I'm afraid, but I think I'll be able to do something worthwhile with it." He turned to hand the paddle to the headmaster. "We won't be needing this just yet." He doubled over the strap and swatted it against his own palm. "Now this is more like it. I'll bet I can really make your ass snap to attention with this. I see the leather has been recently oiled, too. You should be thankful your headmaster is a stickler for detail. This will do nicely. But first, we need to make slight adjustments in your uniform. Take off your shoes, boy." I bent over nervously to remove the heavy leather shoes. The coach chuckled at my nervousness. He knew he had me. "Now turn around, lad. Let's have a look at your back side." I gulped audibly as I turned to face the window. "Lock your fingers behind you neck, boy. We want to keep your hands up and out of the way." My God, what sort of perverted scene did he have in mind? My heart was thumping loudly in my chest as I hastened to follow his orders. "That's right. Now spread your feet apart for us. Show us what we have to work with." I felt like just racing out of the room and fleeing from these tormentors while I still had a chance. But I knew I'd just make it more difficult on myself. I planted my feet far apart and could feel my knees start to tremble. "Very good, boy. Your nice firm bottom will be quite an inspiration for both of us. I'm going to make sure this in an unforgettable experience for you. I'm going to be quite thorough, you see. I intend to make a lasting impression." Coach Becker walked around to face me and clasped one hand my shoulder while stroking my cheek with his other hand. He lifted my chin so that I was staring directly into his face. Our eyes met, and he gave me a sexy smile. "Not to worry, lad. It won't be too bad. I'll not give you an ounce more than you deserve. But first we need to get rid of this shirt and tie." His fingers went about their business, and my tie was off and placed onto the bed. Next he unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt and stopped short. "What's this, boy? No undershirt! It is my understanding that undershirts are part of the regulation uniform at this school." He glanced over at the headmaster. "Am I right?" "Of course you are, coach. This lad just shows no respect for our rules and regulations. Never has since he first came here." Coach Becker stared right into my eyes, his look all seriousness. "Sorry to hear about that, lad. It seems you're intent on making things more difficult for yourself." He turned me ninety degrees so that I was in full profile to the headmaster. His hands patted my sides from my armpits down to my waist. My shirt gaped open, and the coach stared at my bare chest and nips, which hardened as they scratched against the starched fabric of my shirt. "But that's OK. I'm sure we'll find a way to correct a sour attitude. After all, I'm known for my resourcefulness." His fingers worked on the remaining buttons of my shirt until he reached my belt. He tugged at the buckle and opened the clasp. Next he opened the top button of my trousers and pulled up and out, exposing the rest of my shirt tail. He told me to shuck the shirt, and I quickly slipped it off my shoulders and tossed it onto the bed. Cool air washed all over my torso, and I shivered in response. "Steady boy. We're just getting started." His bare hands began to stroke and pat my naked shoulders, working their way down and across my hard pecs and tight six pack. My boy nips hardened even more as he tweaked them with his fingertips. "It seems you take good care of yourself, boy. I like that. Shows you're not a total loss." His hands felt electric as they continued to explore my muscled body. "Very nice indeed." My entire torso was now covered in a light sheen of sweat as I nervously stood before my tormentor. "I think we'll have these trousers off now." I looked down as he fumbled with the zipper of my trousers. My cock started to twitch and come to life as he slowly pulled the zipper down. The tops of my trousers flapped open, and I was embarrassed that my swollen cock was completely visible inside my tight white briefs. "Not to worry, lad. No cause for embarrassment. It'll help you endure what we're about to experience here. You're going to be a better man for it." Now I was really scared as I realized I was responding sexually to the way he was handling me. Especially with the headmaster sitting right in the room. How humiliating! "Let's step out of those trousers, now. Come on lad, don't be shy." I bent awkwardly to remove the trousers. I placed them on the bed alongside my shirt and tie and stood back up to face him. I felt my briefs tightening as the bulge in the front pressed hard against the cotton fabric. "Excellent. You'll find you have nothing to worry about when you are obedient and respectful. You have the makings of a fine fellow. You just need a little personal guidance." He reached out and cupped my balls in his hand and gave a light squeeze. I couldn't believe it. Right in front of the headmaster! My cock stood up at full mast. I couldn't help myself. Coach Becker glanced over at the headmaster and said, "Anything off limits here? Any rules I should know about?" The headmaster was staring right at my throbbing crotch. The old perv! "Of course not, coach. That's why I brought you into this. Do whatever you think it will take to turn this boy around. He comes to us from a fine home, and it's our responsibility to get him back on track." "Fine," said the coach. "No reason to delay then. Let's get those fingers locked behind your head again, boy. And turn around and face the window." I rushed to obey. I was happy to turn away from their eyes on my throbbing cock. It really was most humiliating. I gasped as I felt the coach's hands reach out and pat my buttocks. He rubbed all over the hard surface of my bottom, and I had to spread my legs a bit to steady myself. "That's right, son. Just follow your natural instincts. Spread those cheeks for us. Show us what you've got." God, his bold, sexy talk was turning me on. Part of me was afraid, but part of me wanted his hands all over me. His grip and smooth strokes sent shivers and sparks all across my butt. And my cock just throbbed harder. I was already leaking big time. But the coach was in no hurry. He continued to examine my ass cheeks and traced along the edges of my tight briefs. "We'll soon have these off, you know. I intend for you to be completely bare for your punishments. Your headmaster assures me that this a tradition of long standing at this school. Are you accustomed to being punished on the bare?" "Oh yes, Sir! We're sometimes punished on our naked bottoms." "Glad to hear it. It seems this school has some fine traditions." With that, the coach slapped me hard right on my buttocks. I flinched at the unexpected force. The briefs offered little protection, and I feared for what I was in for once they came off. But instead of another swat, the coach commenced stroking my butt, inching his palms under the edges of my briefs. Both hands were now completely inside my underwear, making slow circling motions all over my ass. I moaned with the pleasure of his touch. "Yes, boy. Stay with me now and just enjoy it. Your smooth cheeks and my hands were just made for each other. Don't flight it. Just be glad a bloke such as myself came along with the intentions of setting you on the right path. There's so much to teach you." I heard the headmaster clear his throat from across the room. I couldn't believe the coach was being this intimate with me in front of the headmaster. Coach Becker had no shame! But I didn't care. I wanted his strong hands to continue this sexy caress. He reached his arms around me and his hands pressed against my hardon. I had to brace myself to keep from backing into him, but he didn't let go. He was shameless as he squeezed my cockhead through the damp front of my briefs. He nuzzled my ear and spoke softly, "You are obviously excited at the prospect of being stripped naked for punishment. You are completely erect and leaking." I couldn't deny it. My young cock had never been harder. He let go of his hold on my crotch and placed his hands on my sides right at the hip. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. Then he tugged at the top of my briefs, pulling them lower and lower until they caught on my hard cock. I squirmed at the discomfort, but he kept pulling my shorts lower and lower. Finally they cleared my crotch, and my cock bounced up and smacked against my hard stomach muscles, splattering pre-cum everywhere. I was sure the coach noticed. Just then Coach Becker stepped aside and offered the headmaster an unobstructed view of my bare bottom with my briefs bunched up and clinging just below my ass cheeks. The coach placed a hand on my shoulder and turned me around until I was facing the headmaster. My throbbing cock danced uncontrollably as I lowered my eyes in shame. The coach kept his hand on my shoulder as he looked over at the headmaster and said, "Does this lad always get so excited before punishment?" I could have died of embarrassment. A tear began a slow trickle down my cheek. The coach patted my bare bottom and said, "Buck up, lad. A hard cock never lies. And no need for tears yet. They'll come freely enough when we really get started in on punishing your ass. Now let's get you completely bare. Step out of those shorts for us." I was actually shaking as I bent to pull my briefs down and off. As I stood back up Coach Becker reached out and squeezed the head of my leaking cock. "You should be proud of that, boy. It's what we men are all about." He flashed a knowing smile and patted my bottom lovingly. "Now let's get down to business." He led me over to a chair that was always standing in the center of the room. I was a little wobbly, but I managed to do his bidding. But instead of making me lean over it, he seated himself and pulled me face down over his lap. My cock pressed hard into his firm thighs, and I was afraid my leaking cock would make a mess of his scratchy trousers. I tried my best not to squirm, but I was fearful for what was coming. Coach called out to the headmaster, "Please bring the paddle over here for us. I want you to show me how you have treated this backside in the past. I need to know what you have taught him so far." I was mortified! I was to remain stretched over the coach's lap while the headmaster paddled me? The headmaster hadn't paddled me in years. He was usually completely exhausted after a hand spanking. But I heard his footsteps approaching as the coach steadied me with his strong hands. He reached under my stomach and pulled up, gesturing for me to raise my naked behind. "Up a little higher, lad. We don't want the headmaster to miss his target." I complied immediately by raising myself up on tiptoes and lifting my ass higher for punishment. It was as if the coach had me hypnotized. He tousled my hair and said, "Better get a firm grip on my legs, lad. This is going to be difficult." It seemed that time stopped right then. There was not a sound in the room save for my panting and the squeaking of the chair as I settled in for my punishment. This pause was awkward, and I fought back a sob as the coach's hands stroked and soothed my long legs and raised bottom. "He's a bit skittish, but I think he's about ready for it," the coach said to the headmaster. "It's time we begin." My heart was pounding, and I clenched my cheeks in defense of the swats to come. After what seemed an eternity, I head the unmistakable swish of the paddle streaking through the air. The first stroke landing full force across my unprotected bottom. A fire immediately broke out on my right ass cheek. My whole body twisted in reflex, trying to pull away from the pain, but I didn't cry out. My God! How could this old guy hit with such force? But the coach held firm and pulled me back into place. "Be still now, lad. And don't thrash around so. We've just begun and have miles to go yet. You're going to have to be brave for me. Make us proud of you, boy. We're only giving you what you deserve. Now take a strong brace and lift back up for the second one." I choked back a sob as I grabbed onto the coach's legs and raised my ass even higher than before. I wanted desperately to please this man. One of his hands sought out my cock and grasped the entire length of my erection, while the other smoothed its way down my legs and came to rest on the back of my knee. Coach Becker spoke to the headmaster in a calm and dispassionate voice. "Let's have four of your best, now. Full strength and without any pause." The coach gave my throbbing cock a firmer squeeze and gripped my leg with his other hand. My heart leapt up, and I braced with all my strength as I prepared to enter into agony. - to be continued. b2655@aol.com

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Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 00:49:20 EST From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com Subject: School Bully SCHOOL BULLY By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM [This professional work of mine was previously published in "In Touch" magazine in 1994.] "Hey, Ellie!" came the dreaded shout as I walked home from high school a few weeks before the end of my senior year. The voice belonged to the school bully, Tom Baxter. What the hell was HE doing on this side of town? Skinny little me had been his favorite target since fourth grade. When younger, it had been sheer sadism, punching me without warning, taking or smashing my things, dumping my lunch tray over my head, that sort of thing. Now he was older, he had moved to more elaborate pranks, like the time he hid my jock strap before a basketball game, then yanked down my basketball shorts during the game, exposing me to the entire congregated township. "Hey, Ellie!" Tom called again, now right behind me. "What do you want, Tom?" I sighed. "Hey, can't two schoolmates walk together? What's your problem, Ellie?" My name is Elliot, but Tom never called me anything but Ellie. "No problem." I said, while being careful to stay out of arm's reach. "Why are you going this way?" "Aw, my old man's decided to shack up with this dumb broad he's been balling for a while." Tom said. "I'm supposed to meet her after school. It's this way." "Oh." Tom would be walking my way after school every day? I looked at him carefully. Tom was a big dude, with a body more massive than muscular. Not that he didn't have muscle. His arms were thick shafts that bulged and rippled with the slightest movement of his broad shoulders. His legs were tree trunks, his thighs nearly rubbed together they were so large. His chest was enormous; it seemed to force his arms away from his body, and from there he narrowed so slowly until you got to his groin, the narrowest part of his body. His skin seemed strained to hold in this huge body of his. His neck was a thick joining that seemed as large as his head, which was as wide as it was tall, but there was nothing square about it, all round and somehow not in the least soft-looking. He topped it with blonde hair that he kept cut in a military flat-top, which made him seem fiercer than ever. That face and body had jumped on me many times in my dreams. Those immense arms would fasten upon me and I would wake up sweating. "Yeah, he's been seeing this woman for some months. Now she's talking marriage, but he says he won't do it until they get to know each other better, and see if she's going to be a good mother for me. You know, guff like that. So she's agreed to shack up for the summer and they'll marry in the fall." Tom began to snicker. "Gives my old man time to come up with a good reason not to marry her." And Tom laughed a hard laugh. "Well," I saw with relief I was home, "I wish you and your new family a lot of luck, Tom." I said. "This is my house. Where are you going?" Tom looked up at the house, and a dumbfounded look came over his face. He yanked a note from his shirt pocket, and looked at it, at me. "What is it?" I asked. "What's the address?" "1224 Houston Street." "You don't mean...?" "Yep!" Tom gave me a nasty grin. "We're going to be sharing the same house. You, me, my old man, and your old lady." "Oh, my God!" I whispered hoarsely. "Hello, darling!" Mom called from the front door. "Come on in, son. I have someone I want you to meet!" I took the front stairs as if they were steps up an executioner's block. Tom was right by my side. "This promises to be loads of laughs, Ellie!" he chortled. Tom's father, Jim, was a bigger, meaner version of Tom if that were possible. Dinner was an uncomfortable nightmare, food hitting my stomach in squarish-feeling lumps, indigestible. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. "I'm going to bed, Mom." I said. "I going fishing tomorrow morning." "All right, son. Won't you show Tom where your bedroom is?" "Why?" I asked suspiciously. "Son, he's going to be sharing your room with you." Mom said gently, near-pleading. "You don't mind, do you? That bed of yours is plenty big enough for two." What can you say to that? "Okay, Mom, no problem." "Come on, Elliot." Tom said, getting to his big feet. "Let's hit the sack. I'm sleepy, too." I goggled; he had called me Elliot for the first time since I'd known him. Clutching this tiny straw of friendliness, I led him into my bedroom, my inner sanctum. Tom looked around when we got there. "Nice room, Ellie." "Don't call me that." I groaned. "What's that?" His grin ruined his surprised look. "Tom, it's bad enough that you and I are going to have to share this house, this room and this bed. Could you at least TRY to get along with me?" Tom smirked. "And what's wrong with the way we've been getting along, Ellie? Where's the can?" "In there." I sighed. Tom went in, and I sat on the edge of my bed, disconsolate. Tom's pranks at school were hard enough to take. But what he could do to me now...? I shook my head when I heard the toilet flush, and the sounds of brushing and running water. I shucked my clothes, and was down to my briefs when a square of yellow lit the floor, broken by a sharp black silhouette. I looked up, to see Tom standing there stark naked. This was the body I'd glimpsed in the showers that haunted my dreams. No hair adorned his body save for a light dusting on his thick chest between his brown-oval nipples, on his forearms and legs. His skin was a burnished bronze above the waist, a pale triangle at his groin, and a golden tan on his legs. His pubic hair was as blonde as his head and in this pale nest, his cock dangled pinkish-brown, covered with the heavy folds of his uncut foreskin. "Don't you even wear your briefs in bed?" I asked. Tom guffawed. "Naw! Besides, you've seen me in the showers often enough. Wish you had a body like this, don'cha?" He struck a body-builder's pose. I didn't respond, just said, "Move over. I need the bathroom." I didn't want him to see the bulge in my shorts. While getting ready for bed, scenes of the nights to come played in my mind. Me and Tom in bed together. Me tossing in pretended sleep and my hand coming in for a landing on that big cock of his. What does a cock that big feel like? What is it like to have a thick, long schlong pulsating in my palm? To play with it, get it all hard and warm in my hand, feel the pulsating pud twitch as Tom groaned in his sleep with pleasure and need.... Damn, I was getting horny! I shifted it in my shorts, and went out to join my new bedmate. No sleeping raw tonight! Tom hadn't even bothered getting under the covers. He was lying there, with a big grin and a raging hard-on! The foreskin was cut somewhat; it just came to the glans, giving his eight- inch cock a sculptured, smooth look. "Come on over here and listen to this!" he chuckled at me. I crawled into bed, wondering what he meant. Mom's bedroom was behind the wall next to my bed. "Ooh, Jim!" Mom groaned. "It's so big! Oh, God, Jim, oh, I love it, oh!" Jim was making thick, grunting, animal sounds. Tom snickered. "Sounds like we have front row seats, Ellie." "You're sick, man." I snorted. Tom's eyes were locked at my crotch, my little four-incher tenting out my briefs. "You're enjoying the show, too." "Oh, go to sleep." I turned onto my side, away from him. I couldn't help but listen to my mother being regally fucked in the next room. How long would they keep this up, anyway? Jim's long cock sliding in and out in a moist suckling sound I could hear. A tiny, moist, sucking sound and a slight shuddering in my bed. Tom? I turned over and gaped. Tom was lying there, beating his meat! Our eyes locked as I looked up to his face. I swallowed hard, managed to give out an annoyed groan, "Aw, man, can't you take that into the bathroom or something?" My eyes wandered back down his body past his flailing hand onto his thick cock, and my tongue licked my lips nervously. "Why? The bed's more comfortable." Tom didn't even slow down; in fact, I think he speeded up now that I was watching him. His hand was a blur as he flogged his monster schlong, the cockhead glistening and slopping with precome. His cock was oozing a clear line of fluid down over his fingers, making the squishy sound I had heard. I licked my lips again, realized what I was doing, looked at his face. He was still looking right at me; his eyes bored into mine. "You want some of this, Ellie?" He panted. "Aw, you're sick, man." I choked out a sneer. "Then why are you throwing a boner again?" He asked. I hastily, turned away from him, balled up into a fetal position, my gut churning with fire. I felt Tom shift, and then he was pushing his big body up against mine, his uppermost hand and arm went around me while its mate snaked in from over my head to ensnare me, his sticky boner jabbing at my buttocks. "What are you doing?" I gasped, startled and scared. "Lay still, Ellie." He panted, hunched at my butt with his slime-covered cock, rubbing against me. "This won't hurt you one bit," he slavered. "Hell, you might even dig it." What could I do? I lay still as ordered while he ground against me like a rutting dog, his hard cock rubbing against my thin buttocks, frictioning itself between them as he hunched and fucked at me, like a thick velvet-covered salami sliding between my ass cheeks. At least, it shouldn't take him very long. Then he rolled on top of me, taking me with him, until he was on top of me, straddling my buttocks, his massive rod sliding back and forth over my cotton-covered buns. He locked one elbow under my chin, holding my head all the way back in a painful hold, while his breaths were a roar in one ear, a "huh-huh-huh- huh" sound, each syllable with a thrust that slid his cock back and forth over my asscrack. His rutting hunches of his powerful thighs were moving my body, wiggling my cock back and forth between me and the mattress. I felt my cock tingle with building sexual excitement, my face flushed, my own breath matched Tom grunt for grunt. "Huh, huh, huh, HUHNK-U-U-UH!" came an emphatic groan that dopplered into choking sounds and I felt my ass and the small of my back suddenly hot, slimy wet with his jism as he ground at me with a fierce intensity. Done, he collapsed on me, a sweating, sweltering weight that pinioned me, crushed my breath and life absolutely flat. I felt the jism sticking us together, his sweat pooling along my spine and dripping off his face onto the nape of my neck and ear; I was surrounded by the odor of come, sweat and the musk of horny male rut. He rolled off of me when he was good and ready. "Whoof!" he gasped. "Ellie, this may not be so bad, after all." I wiped the come and sweat off my back with the covers, pulled off my briefs and threw them, a soggy mass, to the floor. Tom looked over to see me glaring at him. "What is it?" "You bastard." I said, not knowing if I was going to cry or try to kill him with my feeble, bare hands. Or kiss him, for that matter. Tom sneered, and his hand came up to touch my cheek possessively, a touch that evaporated the confused emotion like so much morning dew. "What's the matter, Ellie? Didn't you get off?" "No, I didn't." I admitted. "Oh." Tom reached down for my groin. "Well, let's take care of that right now." His hairy hand horned with callouses wrapped itself around my dick with a jolt like an electric shock. "Lay back, and enjoy it, Ellie." Tom said as his hand mauled my tiny manhood. I felt out of control of my own body. Powerless, I meekly did as he said, laid back while he sat up and pounded my pud severely. His touch was so harsh, the grip so tight, the motions so strong. Tom was used to flogging his own monster, not my miniscule organ. He overextended each stroke, causing pain to intermix with pleasure until I couldn't separate them. Hurt blended with pleasure all the way to climax, when I jerk-spurted a powerful load that flew wildly into the air. It was utter heaven, absolute hell, the strangest orgasm I'd ever had. "Agh, jeez, Ellie, watch it with that stuff!" Tom groaned as wads hit him on his shoulder, flogging arm, one inner thigh. But he didn't stop until he was manipulating a sloggy-sounding pile of mush in his palm that used to be my hard cock. "There, now, you feel better?" Tom impudently wiped his hand off on my stomach. I looked into his scornful face, and so help me, I couldn't manage to be angry. "Yeah, Tom, I feel better." I conceded. "That's good." Tom yawned mightily. "Now go to sleep, you dumb little prick." He shucked the covers up over us, rolled onto his back, and soon was "sawing logs" with loud, shuddering rasps. I dared to snuggle under his arm to lie with my shoulder nestled in his hairy sweat-soaked armpit, rested my head on his big bicep and, finding a strange comfort within my tormentor's embrace, went to sleep. I awoke to Tom shaking my shoulder. I looked up and said, "Whazzuh?" I don't wake up easily in the morning. "Are you awake?" he asked me. He was still naked, standing by the bed. "I am now." I mumbled, yawned widely. "Good." He made a long leg that arced over my chest and followed it with the rest of him, seated his buttocks on my chest. "Suck my dick." He then shoved his schlong at my mouth. My mouth was still open with the yawn, and he shoved it in. "Glmph!" I protested. I had never sucked a cock before, and had no idea how! "Ah, shut up and suck it!" His thick, rough hands interlocked behind my head and he started rocking on my chest, sliding that prick of his in and out of my mouth, and I knew I was about to learn to suck cock the hard way. He sent it in me so damned deep, fucking my face mercilessly. As I learned how to handle his monster cock, I found I was getting off on the whole experience. My cock got harder and harder by the moment. Tom noticed, I guess, for he let go of my head and reached back with one hand and pounded my cock. The way he bent caused the early morning sun to highlight his every muscle with an arc of golden sheen. Tom was not body- builder perfect, but in that pose in this light, with his warm schlong buried in my mouth, he was the most desirable guy I'd ever seen. I redoubled my efforts, sending his thick cock in and out of my mouth at a furious rate and he reciprocated by mauling my pud brutally. I hit orgasm without warning, managed only a few choked groans before I hit him in his back with my explosion, thick splats and he jerked in disgust as they landed on him. "Damn it, Ellie, you soaked me again!" he snarled. "I told you not to do that. Two can play that fucking game, you little cocksucker!" And he snatched his cock from my mouth, gave it a fervent pounding, and as his face contorted with climax, he aimed his cock at my face. A thick layer of gooey jism burst out of the narrow slit, slathered my entire face, blinding me, plugging my nostrils, dripping down my temples and dribbling into my ears. I couldn't see, and all I could hear was his animal grunts of lust as he pumped his wad onto me. I squeezed my eyes tight, opened them, could see again. He was panting, his chest pulsating with each ragged breath, and his face looked so soft and vulnerable, his lips parted, eyes half- closed. He gulped hard and rocked his head back, then looked down at me and now there was nothing soft about him at all. "That will teach you to spurt your puny juice on me, you little shithead." he growled, wiping his cock off on my chest. I licked my lips free of his sperm, a salty, slimy taste. "I'm sorry, Tom." I said contritely. "I won't do that to you next time." "Next time? So the little fuckface likes the taste of man- dick, does he?" Tom leered at me contemptuously. I didn't know how to answer that, settled for a mute nod. "Say it." he snarled down at me. "I like sucking your dick, Tom. I like it a lot." I gasped. "I thought so." Tom rested both hands on my ribs, put all his weight on me as he clambered off me and onto the floor. "Well, don't worry, Ellie. Long as I live here, you're going to get plenty of it. From now on," he hefted his cock, flaccid but still large and enraged, "you take care of this whenever I want you to. You got that?" "I got it." "Good. Now get dressed. You and me are going fishing. Wipe the jism off your face before you step in the kitchen." Tom threw my underwear from the night before onto my face, picked up his jeans from the floor, and stepped into them without bothering with underwear. I used my briefs to clean my face; with difficulty, they seemed to be saturated with old and new come. Done, I stood up and took them toward the clothes hamper. Tom stopped me. "No. You wear them today. Marks you as my property in case some other dog starts sniffing around you." he stated flatly while he pulled on an orange tanktop. He turned while tucking it in and I saw from the way it stuck to him in dark pools that he hadn't wiped my come off his back. I may be "marked", but Tom bore my own spoor as well. I smiled as I donned the sticky underwear. No one need know but him and me. I thought of something. "Tom?" "What is it?" He looked up from lacing up his sneakers. "I was just wondering...." "Wondering what? Spit it out." "I was wondering when you were planning on fucking me." Tom grinned crookedly. "Looking forward to it?" I wasn't sure. "Maybe." "Well." Tom considered it. "We'll have to have some privacy for the first few times. Can't have you yowling like an alley cat with your mom and my dad in the next room." He looked down at me. "That's why I didn't fuck you last night, you know." "Oh." I said. Tom changed the subject. "Where's your fishing hole?" "About two miles out of town." I said. "You'll like it. Nice and quiet. Secluded." "Private, huh?" Tom grinned a wicked grin at me. "Yeah." I couldn't help but grin back. "Real private." All of a sudden, I couldn't wait to go fishing. THE END Comments, complaints or suggestions? E-Mail me at Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

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Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2002 00:04:54 EST From: Uberhund@aol.com Subject: Big and Small Big and small Part One: The Inspection I had a contract in Glasgow for a few months, so I got digs just outside the city centre with an older guy who was living on his own. Bert was a local guy of 38, and said that he'd appreciate the company of someone younger. After a few days I got more of a sense of what he might appreciate. He started with the comments; how tall I was (I'm 6'2"), what a fit body I have (I go to the gym, play sports and stay in shape) and how nice it was to have someone young around the house (I'm 26). He'd say things like "Alex, you're lucky to be so young and good looking." When that failed to make an impression, he started "accidentally" letting me see him undressed. He was in good shape, kind of heavily built and hairy, with short black hair and a bit of a belly on him, but the main thing I noticed when he would walk out of the bathroom, knowing I was going by, was how huge his cock was. It was long and uncircumsized, and seemed to dangle down to his knees. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but other guys cocks always seem enormous to me. The thing is, that despite being a big guy, and well built, I've always felt embarassed about the size of my cock. It's really small, even when it's hard; miniscule when it's soft. Because I feel so bad about it, I've always avoided sex, and even at 26 had had really limited sexual experience, ever since my first girlfriend laughed when she saw me naked. I've always kept it a secret, and never let anyone see me fully naked, even in changing rooms and shared houses. Bert's cock was big, though. When I didn't react to his nudity, he started flashing a hard on to get my attention, and I reckon it must have been eight or nine inches long, and really thick. I still didn't say anything, hoping that he'd get the message and give up. I took care that Bert never saw me naked, so I reckon the lack of encouragement eventually made him stop the come-ons, though he carried on being careless about nudity. And I thought we'd settle into a more regular routine. But then Clive came to stay. Clive was Bert's son, though Clive's mum and Bert had split up shortly after his birth, and only got in contact again when Clive was 16. Clive and Bert looked nothing like each other. Even at 19, Clive was taller than Bert, though still quite a bit shorter than me, and had a kind of skinny build, with short, spiky red hair. It was weird; he wasn't much to look at, but somehow I couldn't stop looking at him. It was like he was really cute and sexy, even though he didn't look it. He had this really sexy wolfish grin, and I particularly noticed his hands, big and shovel-like, with long bony fingers. I wondered if he was as well endowed as his dad, but couldn't tell at first; he wore baggy black jogging bottoms that showed no details. Unlike Bert's soft Scot's accent, Clive had a much rougher Glasgow accent; at first I had difficulty understanding what he said to me. His mum had chucked him out for smoking dope with his friends, and he'd come to sponge off his dad for the summer. He seemed permanently pissed off with his dad, barely tolerating him or exchanging a civil word. He didn't seem to like me being around the place, either. Things were less relaxed after that. The upside was that Bert stopped flashing, which was a relief as in those days any kind of sexual approach made me nervous and panicky because of my small dick. Bert seemed awkward and selfconscious around Clive, and took to wearing a dressing gown round the house. The downside was the tense atmosphere between the two men. I was prepared to put up with an awkward situation all summer, but one morning something happened that made me think that things might change. I was waiting for Clive by the bathroom door; he always spent ages in there. I felt a bit awkward and vulnerable hanging around the corridor in just a towel. When Clive emerged, he was wearing even less than me. Just a pair of breifs, made out of cotton so thin it was almost transparent. I couldn't help but stare at what he was revealing: his long cock was coiled up over his balls, like a snake. It looked just as big as his dad's. Clive had his back to me at first, but then did a double take as he caught me staring, and glanced down at his cock himself, smiled, and scratched himself lazily. He was wiry, rather than scrawny, I noticed, with nice defined muscles and dark body hair, despite the red hair on his head. He glanced down at his big cock, then gave me a look as if to say "not bad eh?". He looked up and down, clearly appreciating what he saw, as I had a much more muscular build than him, and then surprised me by leaning forward and lifting the front of my towel with his big hand, revealing my tiny cock. When he saw what I had, he laughed and let the flap drop. Then he swaggered off, the thin breifs clinging to his little ass. Over the next couple of days I noticed Bert and Clive seemed to be getting on better, as if they'd found something to talk about. Sometimes they would stop talking when I entered the room, and one day I could hear that they'd been talking about sex, then stopped when I arrived. By their reactions, I could tell that Clive had told Bert about my small cock. I stopped in the room with them, and tried to act normal, but I felt really selfconscious, even though I was the only one fully dressed. Bert was in his dressing gown as usual and Clive was wearing jogging bottoms and a t-shirt. We all sat down in the front room in an awkward silence, then Clive unexpectedly broke the ice by saying, "For such a big guy you certainly have a tiny cock!" I went bright red, and didn't say anything. Bert looked at me thoughtfully, and then said in his soft Scots accent, "Why don't you show us what you've got, son?" I should have walked out, but I didn't. I strangely excited even though I wasn't hard. Like I was in a dream, I stood up and began to pull off my t-shirt, but Bert said, "I don't think anyone's interested in your chest, Alex, just drop your trousers so we can see." I couldn't beleive what was happening; from a quiet, almost pathetic character, Bert suddenly seemed to be in charge. I looked across at Clive, who was wearing his usual wolfish grin but saying nothing, content to let his dad take the lead. And the weird thing was, despite my years of shyness about my body, now that someone really wanted to see me, I almost desperately wanted to show them. I undid my jeans and pulled them down so that they crumpled around my ankles, leaving me in my shorts. Clive smiled when he saw the shorts; "Too shy to wear breifs eh?" he said in his sexy Glasgow accent. "Well, let's have them off and see what you've got." Blushing even redder, I reached down and pulled down my shorts. I still didn't have a hard-on, so my limp little cock just bobbed there over my balls. "Okay, take it all off." ordered Bert. "We want to see that little thing move around some." With father and son watching me, I sat back on the sofa, struggling with my shoes. As I did so, I could see Clive gently stroking his long cock inside his jogging bottoms. From the outline it left it looked every bit as long as his dad's. Finally I was naked, and before Bert could say anything more, I stood up again in front of the two seated men. Craig reached out towards my cock, but to my surprise he gently stroked me under my balls. "I bet it's really little when it's hard too." he said, his breath coming heavily. "How big does it get?" "Not very big." I replied, looking straight ahead as if being inspected. "Only about four inches." Still stroking my balls, Clive let out a low whistle. "No!" he breathed. "I've never seen one as tiny as that. Are you sure?" "Oh, I think you'd better prove it, don't you?" said Bert with a slight sneer, lying back in his chair as he watched the action. "Alex, go and get a tape measure." I ran off like a little dog to do as I was told. When I came back down, both men were still fully dressed, and I felt even more vulnerable as the only naked one, with my little dick on display. Clive said, "Come here." and I went over to where he was sitting and stood in front of him, his face on a level with my cock. "Now let's see this hard..." he muttered, stroking my dick with his big hand as he looked across at his dad. "You reckoned he'd be less than four inches." he said. "I reckon so. Is he hard yet?" "Oh yes," said Clive, looking back at where my little cock was now jutting out of my bush of pubic hair. "Actually dad, you could be right." He looked up at me and grinned that wolfish grin. "Okay Alex," he said, "I want you to measure yourself and tell me the result." My dick got even stiffer as he took charge, and I lay the tape measure alongside it. "Just under four inches." I said. "How big is 'just under'?" sneered Clive, grabbing the tape measure with one big bony hand and holding my dick with the other. He fiddled with my cock for a second, then said, "Three and three quarters. God!" "My cock was that size when I was seven!" said Bert. "See, I told you," said Clive, "He has a cock like a kid." "I didn't know they came that small." said Bert. Even though it was humiliating, somehow I loved the way that they were talking about me. My cock got even harder, and ached slightly as I felt Clive's breath on it, and his big hand playing with it idly. He looked up from inspecting my cock. "Want to measure mine now?" he said. I didn't say anything. "Answer him." said Bert. I noticed he seemed very keen for me to do this, and I wondered if he had ever seen Clive with a hard-on and was curious. "Yes." I said. "Oh, I think with a little cock like that you should call me sir, boy." said Clive, grinning. "Now, do you want to measure my cock?" My breath seemed to be coming with difficulty (and my cock was stiffer than ever, almost pressed up against my pubic hair) but I managed to say "Yes sir." It felt good to say it. "Yes sir, what?" "Yes sir, I'd like to measure your big cock sir, and see how much bigger it is than my little boy cock, sir." I said. Again the wolfish grin. "Well, as you ask so nicely..." he said, lifting his little ass and pulling down his jogging bottoms where he sat. His big cock sprang up suddenly as it was released, bouncing up against his belly as he pulled down his joggers. It looked about as big as his dad's though not as thick, so the head seemed bigger in proportion as the shaft was slimmer. It looked a bit like a tulip; long, and heavy-ended, with an upward curve. I could see Bert looking with interest as Clive's cock bounced free. Clive looked up at me and grinned again. "Well, get measuring, boy." he said. I bent down, my small cock disappearing into my body as I did so, and gripped the base of his cock with one hand (I noticed that his pubic hair was as red as his head hair) as I ran the tape measure along its length with the other. His cock felt really hot in my hand. "Well, boy?" asked Bert, his face red with excitment. I looked over at him. "He's about 8.3 inches." I said, wondering if I was supposed to call Bert "sir" as well. Clive sat there looking pleased with himself and scratched his balls. "Hmm. Not so long as his old man." grunted Bert, satisfied. "Not so thick either." I said, then realised I'd said too much as Clive sprang to his feet and said, "Damn sight thicker than yours, boy; look at that little thing!" Next to Clive's long, slim cock, mine looked even more miniscule. His curved up like another limb; mine barely stuck out of my pubic hair. I felt ridiculous: he was skinnier than me, 4" shorter and 7 years younger, but with that big cock poking out of him, he felt like my master. But this even this comparison didn't seem to improve his mood. He stuffed his long cock back into his jogging bottoms, muttered, "Okay, show's over." and stomped out. Bert looked me up and down. "You'd better get dressed." he said. Part Two: The Humiliation It was weird: after that nothing much happened. Oh, Clive still treated me with a kind of lazy contempt, and wore even less around the house, so I got used to the sight of his long, big-headed dick, dangling down. I say I got used to it, but I could never stop staring, and he knew it. He used to show it off, as if to say, "look all you want, that's the nearest you're coming to it." and grin that wolfish grin. One day, Bert told me he was going away for the weekend, and that he wanted me to keep an eye on Clive. He'd made Clive promise that he couldn't have his dope-smoking mates from college around the house, so Clive was pissed off with him. Bert wanted to be sure that Clive kept his promise, and didn't wreck the place. Given how Clive had taken charge the other day, I don't know what Bert thought I could have done, but he asked me anyway. Of course Clive's friends came round as soon as Bert left. They were both about the same height as him, and the darker of the two, Tony, was the same wiry build. The other friend, Matt, was stockier, more muscular. They all wore comfortable, casual clothes; jogging bottoms and t-shirts: Matt wore a vest to show off his bigger muscles. I wondered if Clive had told them about me, and what happened the other day. I reckoned he had, by the way I caught Matt eying up my crotch, as if to try and tell if what he'd heard was true or not. They acted like I wasn't there, even when I said to Clive that his dad had told him not to have his friends round. Clive just grinned and said, "What are you going to do about it, boy?"and both of the friends laughed so I could tell he'd told them everything. There was a scary feeling in the house, and I wondered what was going to happen. That Friday night, they all got stoned in the front room and lay up laughing and playing their music until early in the morning. The next morning, none of them was in evidence, so I sneaked out to take a shower. While I was in the shower I heard a noise, and turned round to see Matt just going out of the bathroom. He'd sneaked in to take a peek at me! This was getting worse. I put on a t shirt and jeans and went downstairs, where Clive, Matt and Tony were all in the sitting room again. Tony had already rolled a joint, and was starting to light it when I walked in. "Clive." I said, "You know you're dad doesn't like you using that stuff in here." "Well, boy," said Clive, getting up (and I noticed his long cock dangling in his jogging bottoms). "You know, I really don't like your attitude. Jesus Christ!" he said, suddenly sweeping his big hand over a table, knocking a lamp to the floor, "It's like having two dads all of a sudden." I moved to grab the lamp; it was an antique, one of Bert's. Seeing my concern, Clive suddenly calmed down and grinned. "Oh, you want to save his precious stuff do you?" he sneered. "Well, if you want me to look after stuff, you'll have to do me a few favours." Matt and Tony looked at each other and grinned. "What kind of favours?" I asked, taking a step backwards. "Oh, you know what kind." said Clive, then added, "Boy." "Yes sir." I replied, knowing that's what he wanted. "You know what I want." "I think so sir." "Tell me what you think, boy." I couldn't say it. I looked down at my bare feet and mumbled something. "Sorry boy," said Clive. "I didn't hear that. Say it out loud: I want my friends to hear." "I think you want me to take off my clothes, sir." I said. "And why would I want you to do that, boy?" "So you can show your friends how small my dick is, sir." I said. Matt and Tony were staring at us both now, not able to believe what they heard. Clive was still in charge though. "Ask me, boy." "Sir, please may I show my little dick, sir." I said, looking down at my feet again. Once more Clive made me say it louder, to be sure his friends had had. They still stared at us, not able to believe what was happening. I mean, how often does a 19-year-old have a full grown man to order around? Then he laughed, and turned to the other two. "Well mates," he said, "What do you reckon?" Tony sneered. "Is it really that little?" he asked. "Tiniest one I ever saw." said Clive, putting his big hand under my crotch and hoisting it a little. "Not much in there at all, is there boy?" "No sir." I muttered. "Ask me again." he said. "Please sir, may I show you my little dick." I repeated. Clive looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, scratching his balls. Then he said, "Nah, you can show us your ass." he said. "Take off your jeans." I wasn't wearing shoes so I was able to take my jeans off easily. I stood in front of the three of them in just my shorts. "He wears shorts 'cause he's shy about his dick." explained Clive with a sneer. "Aren't you, boy?" "Yes sir." I said, quietly. "I can't get over him calling you 'sir'"said Matt wonderingly. "He's such a big guy." "Oh, he ain't so big." sneered Cllve. "And he'll do whatever I say, won't you boy?" "Yes sir." I replied. "Good." he said, sitting back down again. "Bend over me." he said, motioning over his knee. I glanced at the other two boys. They were both still staring at me. Embarassed and humiliated, I bent over Clive's knee, my ass sticking up in the air. "That's good." he said. Then "Pull your shorts off your ass, boy." Reaching behind me, I pulled my shorts back exposing my naked ass. Looking over it, Clive said to the other two, "Have a closer look." I looked up to catch a glimpse of the other two standing up in their joggers (would they have erections? How big?), but Clive swatted me across my bare ass, saying, "Head down, boy!" He'd hit me hard, so I did as he said. I felt the nearness of the other two, as they inspected my ass. "You smacked him like he was a little kid!" said Tony in awe. "What, like this, you mean?" asked Clive, giving me another swat, hard. I could feel my ass starting to glow. "Do it some more!" breathed Matt. Clive leaned over towards where my head was, face down on the sofa. "Do you want me to do it some more?" he asked. "Yes sir." He swatted me once more. "Oh no, boy, you have to ask for stuff, that's how it goes. Tell me what you want." "Sir, I want you smack me on the bare ass some more, please." I begged. "Well, okay, since you asked for it." he said. He gave me about twenty hard swats on the ass. I tried not to cry out, but couldn't manage it for the last five. After he'd finished, he stroked my sore ass and said, "Ahh, does it hurt now? Is the little boy crying? Shall I do something to make it better?" "Yes please sir." I said, then yelped as he stuck his bony finger up my asshole. "Is that better?" he asked with fake sympathy. "Yes sir." I said through gritted teeth. He laughed, withdrew his finger, and swatted my sore ass again. "Nice and red." he said. "Just the way I like them. Get up." I got up, my shorts still under my ass at the back, but covering me in the front. Tony and Matt were standing up, a distance away. I could tell there was some action going on in those baggy joggers, but couldn't tell what yet. "Show Matt and Tony your nice red ass." laughed Clive. I walked over to where the two of them stood. Close up, I could see that Matt was about as muscular as me, but on a shorter guy it looked much heavier. I turned around so they could see my ass. "Bend over, boy, I want them to have a good look." I touched my toes, feeling somehow even more embarassed by this inspection, even though they'd both seen me being whacked on the ass. Somehow being inspected like this was even worse. I felt one of them (I think it was Matt) run his hands over my ass and said, "God, Clive, it's really red." I looked up to see Clive grinning, satisfied, sat opposite me. I could also see his long hard on pressing against the loose cloth of his joggers. After a moment he said, "Okay boy, stand up." I stood up, my shorts still covering me at the front. Clive looked up and down my sporty, fit body, and said, "Okay boy, what would you like to do now?" I was still embarassed, so I looked down as I mumbled something. Behind me, Tony whacked my ass again and said, "Say it so we can hear you!" I said "Please sir, can I show my little cock." to Clive. Clive looked down at my rumpled boxer shorts and said, "Got a hard on, boy?" I looked down. "Yes sir." I said. "Good." he said. "Go and get the tape measure." I started to pull my shorts up, but he said, "Oh no, what's put out stays out. Keep that red ass on display!." so I scurried out of the room with the back of my shorts under my red ass, hoping that no-one could see in through the windows of the kitchen. When I got back with the tape measure, the three of them were sitting down again. I stood in the middle of the room, saying, "Sir, I've got the tape measure, sir." Clive grinned, and stroked his long cock through the jogging bottoms. "That's good, boy." Then he looked at his mates and said, "Well, what do you reckon? Shall we all compare?" Tony nodded. Matt didn't look so sure, but nodded as well, reluctantly. Clive motioned to the other two, and they stood up and came over. I could see hard ons bobbing around inside their joggers. The three of them stood in front of me. Clive looked at me and said, "Okay boy, you first. I want you to hold out the front of your shorts so we can all see in." This made a change from the total strip of the other day, but I complied, pulling the waistband of my shorts out. The three of them came closer, all of them shorter than me, and peered in at what was on display. As soon as he saw my stiff little cock, Tony burst out laughing, which was worse than anything. Clive reached in and flicked it a little, but Matt seemed to be hanging back a bit. "Right boy, take off the shorts and measure up." said Clive, and I pulled down my shorts, stepped out of them, then held the tape measure against my cock for all to see. "It's not even four inches." breathed Matt. "How long did you measure the other day, boy?" demanded Clive. "Three and three quarters, sir." I replied. Tony looked up at me. "God, and he's such a big bloke." he said. "He looks ridiculous with that little thing." While he spoke, Clive was putting his big bony finger on my cock and bending it down, then letting it bounce back up again, like it was a toy. Then he turned to the others. "Okay, who's next?" he said. "I'll go next." said Tony, already ripping off his vest. His chest was hairless and nicely defined, and his arm muscles bulged as he yanked down his joggers. He was wearing briefs underneath, but not tight ones, and his thick cock poked out of them as he stepped out of his joggers and trainers. He looked up and grinned at us all watching, then pulled down his underpants, to reveal a fair-sized cock, not as long as Clive's, but thick as a milk bottle. "Okay boy, stand next to him." ordered Clive, and I went to stand across from Tony, so our cocks were alongside each other. As ever, mine looked even tinier next to a big one like Tony's. Tony looked down at our compared cocks, then looked up at me and grinned. "Measure it, boy." he said. Even he was calling me boy now. I squatted next to him, my little cock poking up between my legs, and measured along Tony's cock as it poked outward from his body. It didn't jut up like mine or Clive's; just poked straight out. "Well son?" asked Clive, looking down at me. "7.6 inches, sir." I said. "Not bad." said Clive, knowing his was longer. Without being asked, I measured around Tony's cock quickly, then said, "And about 4.9"round." "I didn't ask you that!" snapped Clive, annoyed, as he could see his friend's cock was thicker than his. "Stand up, boy, and measure how thick you are around." I did as I was told, measuring myself while the others looked on. "Well, boy?" demanded Clive. "About 1.7" I admitted, shamefacedly. "Christ, it's like a pencil!" laughed Clive. "Okay, do me now." he said, yanking down the his joggers just like Tony had. Just like before, his long dog-cock bounced up, the big head pointing up to his belly. He waited while I squatted and measured. "8.4 inches." I said. "God, it's getting bigger!" he sneered. "And around?" said Tony, obviously seeing his friend's long skinny cock for the first time. More reluctanty, Clive stood still as I measured it around. "About 3"round." I said. This time Tony grinned, and Clive looked a bit shamefaced. "Okay Matt, it's your turn." said Clive, turning to him. But Matt wouldn't meet his eye. "I'm not so sure about this." he mumbled. "Oh come on man." said Tony. "We've all shown." He gestured at me. "Even pencil-dick here has shown." Clive grabbed the side of Matt's joggers. "Okay man, flash." Matt pulled away, but Tony grabbed the other side. The three of them fell to the floor, scuffling, not entirely good-naturedly. Big and muscular though he was, Matt was no match for the wiry strength of his two assailants, and, sure enough, the joggers came down, revealing a pair of red shorts. "Well, he's certainly hard in there." said Clive, yanking at the waistband of the shorts. Again, Tony took the other side, and, despite him flailing his legs desperately, Matt's cock bounced free. It was thicker than mine, but not much longer. If the two guys alongside him had not been so well endowed, it would have looked about average. It was also very stiff: pointing straight upwards towards his belly. Now that all was revealed, Matt had given up struggling, and just lay there passively. "So that's what you were hiding!" said Tony, flicking his mate's small dick. "You're not much bigger than Alex." "Boy, come and measure this little thing." commanded Clive. I scurried over with the tape measure. Handling Matt's dick was a lot like handling my own; it slipped out of my hand a couple of times while I tried to grab it. Eventually I got hold though, and held the tape measure against it. "Well?" demanded Clive. "4.8 inches, sir." I said. Clive raised an eyebrow, and looked down at my stiff little cock. "That's about an inch bigger than you." he said. "Strange, it doesn't look much bigger." "That's becuase it's still tiny." sneered Tony. "God man, no wonder you wanted to keep it a secret. You've got a cock like a kid!" "How big around?" demanded Clive. I fiddled with Matt's cock again, and measured it just under the head. "2.8"sir." I said. Clive scooted his wiry body alongside the muscular body of his friend, and put his cock next to Matt's. They couldn't have looked more different. Here was this impressively long, bulbous headed thing, next to this thick little carrot of a cock. Tony did the same, and then Matt's didn't even look particularly thick. Clive sat back and grabbed Matt's arm. "Come on, get up." he said. Matt seemed reluctant, but Tony grabbed his other arm and the two of them pulled him to his feet. Standing, the contrast between his heavy, muscular build and his little cock was even more obvious. Clive seemed fascinated with it, and kept pushing it down with his big finger, to make it spring up again. "Hey boy, come over here and stand opposite to him." I went over and stood opposite Matt, so our cocks pointed at each other. I looked down. Even Matt's dick was bigger than mine: up close the difference in size was more obvious. I looked up at him, and he caught my eye and smiled for a moment. Then Clive took charge again. "Okay, I think you guys are in the same league here. Stand and face us." So we both turned and faced the pair of them. Clive's long skinny cock was still bouncing around as he moved: Tony's seemed more solid, but both were huge. Both our little cocks strained upwards in comparison. I felt embarassed and ashamed, and more horny than I'd ever done in my life. Tony looked at us. "They're both such big guys." he said. "And Alex's the tallest, but he's got the smallest cock." He reached forward and flicked my little dick. "Unbelievable." he said. Clive reached forward and flicked Matt's dick the same way. Somehow, with him, it seemed even odder that he would let his mate do that. Only a few moments ago they'd all been in this together, but now his secret was revealed he was a "boy"like me. Clive grinned at Tony. "You know, I think it's time these boys earned their living." he said. He reached forward and flicked Matt's little dick some more. "You want to do me a favour, boy?" Matt looked down at Clive's big hand playing with his cock. "Yes sir." he said quietly. "That's good boy. You want to touch my big man's cock? Feel what a real cock feels like?" Matt nodded. Clive reached around and slapped his arse. "Oh no, boy, you want privileges, you have to ask." "Please can I touch your cock, sir?" Clive shook his head. "You know, you still aren't getting it." he said. He sighed and scratched his balls, making his long curved cock bob some more. "Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson as well." He sat back on the sofa, and motioned for Matt to bend over his knee. Little cock bobbing up and down as he stepped forward, Matt reluctantly did as he was told, and lay across Clive's knee, his head down on the sofa, his muscular ass sticking up in the air. He jumped slightly as Clive whacked him. As Clive carried on whacking Matt, I was transfixed by the sight of Clive's long cock, curving out between his legs, under Matt's little cock, the big head bobbing out in plain view. It kept bobbing as he gave Matt twelve or thirteen whacks, then said, "Get up." Rubbing at his sore ass, Matt got up. We could all see that his little cock was still really stiff. Clive looked up at him, saying "Want some more, boy?" Matt shook his head, then quickly said, "No sir, I don't want any more." "That's good. Now ask me properly for what I want." "I want to play with your big cock sir, I want to feel what a real man's cock is like, sir." "Instead of?" "Instead of this little boys cock that I have sir." Clive nodded, and grinned. "That's good boy. You may proceed." he said, leaning back on the sofa, long cock rising up to his belly. Matt sat next to him, reached over, and began easing Clive's foreskin up and down. Clive let out a long sigh. Next to me, Tony motioned for me to sit on a chair arm and do him a similar favour. When I looked uncertain, he looked irritated and said, "Get on with it boy, I can whack you twice as hard as Clive can." Resignedly, I sat on the chair arm and reached over, but Tony suddenly had a better idea. He motioned for me to sit across his legs, opposite him, so he could see my hard little cock against his bigger, thicker one. Like Clive, he leaned back as I reached for his cock, and began stroking up and down his length. It was a different feeling from my little dick; I could put both my hands around Tony's cock: I could barely get a couple of fingers around mine. Behind me I could hear Clive groan, then I heard him whisper something to Matt. I heard Matt whisper "Yes sir." and turned to see him get up off the sofa, little cock still up and stiff, and run off for something. I turned my attention back to Tony's dick. A few moments later I heard Matt return and hand something to Clive, then was suprised to see Clive rolling a condom down his long dick, and putting some lubricant on it. Then he motioned for Matt to come and sit on his dick. It must have been a fair sized thing to take in; Clive's dick was slim but the head was big, and must have been a painful entry. Matt winced at first, but then lowered himself down all the way. It looked weird, this skinny, wiry man with his big cock up his stocky, muscular friend. Matt began moving up and down, and as he did, Clive's big hand came from behind and began playing with Matt's stiff little dick. I looked back to Tony, but Tony seemed happy with his hand job, which was just as well given the girth on his dick. I worked the big thing up and down, and before long there was a thick spurt and Tony was done. After a moment, he got up and motioned for me to follow, and we went over and stood next to Clive and Matt. Clive was pumping hard from below, and Matt's cheeks bulged as he puffed and blowed as if he was giving birth. Clive's bony hand was working Matt's little sticky-out cock for all it was worth, and when Matt finally shot, it went right across the room. Then Clive came inside him, and sagged back onto the sofa. Slowly, Matt worked his way off the big cock, and stood up next to Clive. Clive let out some deep breaths, then looked up at me. "Well boy," he said, "Looks to me like you're the only one left with a hard on!" I looked down. My little dick was still poking up to my belly. Looking around I could see that Clive's dick had shrunk back to the coiled snake I'd seen all that time ago, Tony's cock had shrunk back to a dangly thich root, and even Matt was sporting a little limp acorn. "Well, that doesn't seem fair." said Clive. "Come here, boy." he commanded. I went to stand in front of him. "Sit across my legs, like you did for Tony." he instructed. I sat myself across his knees, legs apart, facing him. He looked down at my stiff little cock, then looked up at me and grinned. "You want me to play with that little dick?" I nodded and said, "Yes sir, please play with my tiny little dick." He looked at me. "You don't deserve this you know." I looked down. Even soft, his cock was much bigger than mine. "I know, sir." I said. "Please play with my little boy dick, sir." I jumped as he ran a big finger under my balls and up the side of my cock, which looked smaller than ever next to his big man's hand. Then he slipped some fingers over my cock and began working it up and down. "Hey look guys!" he said, "You can hardly see Alex's little thing in between my fingers!" Both of the others leaned forward to inspect me while Clive wanked me off. The combination of Clive's humiliating comments, the stares of the other two and the feel of that big hand on my cock was all too much, and I spurted over Clive's chest. Clive wasn't impressed. "Go and get a towel, boy." he said, looking at my cum on his chest. "And wipe this mess off." "Yes sir, sorry sir." I said, and ran off. When I got back, Tony and Clive both had their joggers on, but when I reached for my jeans, Clive said, "Oh no boy, you're going naked today. We've already told Matt." he said, gesturing to his shamefaced friend. "You ain't got nothing to hide, so we'll have it all on display for now. What do you reckon, boys?" "Yes sir!"we both replied. Part Three: The Party The weird thing was, I didn't have to go along with any of this. But you have to see it from my point of view. Despite my height, build, and alleged good looks, I'd never had sex with anyone before. And now I'd had two sexual experiences in as many days; the inspection by father and son, and the comparisons in the front room. Even if I'd hated the humiliation, I'd still have done anything for more. But the humiliation was part of what made it all so very horny. After that Clive was on the phone for a while, and sent Matt and I into the kitchen to get stuff ready. Clearly he was planning a party and having some more friends over. While we got stuff ready, Clive had a sudden idea and came into the kitchen. "Okay boys, I want to see those little cocks: turn round." We both turned round from where we were working and let ourselves be inspected. After fiddling with our small dicks for a few moments with those big bony hands (I got a hard on, Matt didn't), he opened a kitchen cupboard and took out two aprons; the sort that just cover you from the waist down. "Put them on." he said. We both did as instructed, and, in my opinion, looked more ridiculous than ever; naked except for a tiny apron. Clive looked at us and grinned. "Okay boys, here's the deal. When the guests come we're going to have more fun; you know, the kind we had this morning. But while everyone's arriving, you'll be busy getting stuff ready and putting it out. At any time, any of the guests can demand an inspection. If they do, you have to lift your aprons and let them have a look. Understand?" "Yes sir." we both said. It seemed like Clive had come into his own with this humiliation business. Clearly he hadn't realised before that he had an unusually big cock, and finding it out had made him, well, cocky. I could tell that there would be more "measuring" later on, so that Clive could come out top. Guests started coming after about half an hour. Mostly they just hung round with Clive and Tony and smoked dope, but a couple came into the kitchen to look at the sight of two grown men in those stupid aprons. Only one asked for a look; a little ratty guy wearing a leather jacket. He came up to me and demanded his due, so I lifted the apron for him to see my little dick. He was amazed, and squatted down in front of me to play with it, flick it, and give me a hard on. When I was stiffly pointing upward he shouted for his mate to come in and see. His mate was a bigger guy, nearly my height, but slighter build. He came in and did a double take at me standing there, holding up my apron, my stiff little cock sticking up for all the world to see. The ratty guy played with my dick for a while, laughed and went back in the front room with his mate. At one point, when I went into the front room to set some stuff out, I saw a cluster of guys around Matt, talking and pointing. He was holding up his apron looking embarassed, and various guys were laughing at his stiff little cock and playing with it. One of the last guys to arrive was a beefy guy called Bob, who came into the kitchen for a glass of water. He was a bit older than most of Clive's friends, and seemed more sure of himself. He'd arrived on a motorbike, and was wearing his leathers. He leaned against the counter, emptied his glass and said, "You must be Alex." I sighed, and started to lift the apron. But Bob put his hand on mine, stopping me. "It's OK, Alex, you don't have to do that. Tell you what though." "What?" "I've really got a thing for big cute guys with small dicks." he said. "It's always been a fetish of mine. You should look me up some time." and saying this, he took out a calling card and tucked it into my apron pocket, then went back into the front room. My eyes followed him, enjoying the sight of his sexy ass in those leathers. At last, everyone had arrived, and Matt and I were called in. Clive announced that this was going to be a measure-in, and that it would start with us to. So, once again, we had to measure our little dicks and announce the result. Clive and Tony went next, and proudly showed off how many inches they had. One or two other guys joined in, and of course they were on the big side as well (one of them was the ratty guy, who had a surprisingly thick circumsized cock), so Matt and I were definitely the smallest in the room, of those guys who had shown. During all of this I caught Bob's eye a few times, and saw that he looked bored. When the action had slowed down a bit, and Clive said "Anyone else?" he surprised me by saying, "How about me?" I was surprised because I'd got the impression that Bob was a bit above this boy's measuring game. But he walked forward, unzipped his leathers and pulled them down his thighs. When he stood up again, he revealed a huge hard on that would have won any measuring contest hands-down. Even Clive was taken aback by it; his long cock suddenly losing something of it's hardness, as if intimidated by the sight of this monster. I reached forward with the tape measure but Bob grabbed my hand and took the tape off me. He said, "Oh, I think I'd like Clive to do this. You okay for that Clive?" To my astonishment, Clive looked embarassed, and couldn't meet Bob's eye. Bob handed him the tape and said, "Come on, boy, measure it." Clive squatted down and ran the tape measure along the big cock's length. He paused. "Well?" said Bob. "It's 9.2 inches long." said Clive, a bit breathless. "And around?" Clive fumbled with the tape, his cock getting smaller by the minute. "5.5"". he said, getting up again. "Sounds about right." said Bob. "So, bigger than this skinny thing, eh?" he said, reaching out and giving Clive's dangling cock an unexpected pull. Clive took a step back, not expecting to be handled like that. "Yes, sir." replied Clive. Bob laughed. "Oh, I'm sir am I now?" he said. "Because I've got a bigger cock? So you get to order around the others because you're bigger than them, and I get to order you around because I'm bigger than you, that right?" Clive looked down and nodded. Bob shook his head in disbelief and said, "Jesus Christ boy, it's only a cock, not a fucking medal." He motioned with his hand. "Come here, let me see that skinny thing." Clive shambled forward, his semi-erect cock pointing downwards. Bob took it and bounced the end in one of his short-fingered hands. "Not bad." he judged, bouncing it some more as it began to rise again. "Nice big head on it." he said, stroking over the top of Clive's foreskin. By now Clive's cock was fully erect and curving up once more, and he shifted slightly, unconfortable at all the attention his cock was getting from the assembled group. Bob lowered his hand to Clive's balls, holding them for a moment in his hairy paw, then moved back up to the shaft of Clive's cock. "Bit thin though. Here, feel this." he said, taking one of Clive's big hands and resting it on the thick shaft of his cock. "Better isn't it?" "Yes sir." said Clive quietly, but his hand stroked Bob's big cock appreciatively. Bob put his head on one side. "I seem to remember you telling all of us that you were particular about how people spoke to you at moments like this." he said. "Yes sir, I'm sorry my cock is so skinny sir." mumbled Clive, his face going red. Bob smiled. "Sorry son, you still aren't getting it. Not very loud, you see. So, I seem to remember that you took some action when other people weren't loud enough, didn't you?" Clive looked down. "Yes sir." he said quietly. "Hmm." said Bob. "So, to be fair, I should do the same, shouldn't I?" "Yes sir." whispered Clive, his face still red. Bob sighed. "Well, son, ask me." "Please will you slap my ass, sir." said Clive horsely, still looking down. Bob sat down on the sofa, with the eight or so other guys gathered round him. He motioned to his knee. "Well, since you ask..." he said. Reluctantly, face still burning, Clive bent over his knee. Bob was obviously experienced at this kind of thing, as he did a kind of shift, and Clive's long cock was trapped between Bob's hairy legs, the big head rubbing painfully against the rough material of the sofa. "Okay Clive, that's so that if you move it gets more painful, so my advice is, don't move." and saying that, he whacked Clive across his exposed skinny ass. Clive shouted in pain. "That's good," said Bob, obviously enjoying himself. "You're getting louder." and he whacked Clive again. They went on like this, the loud whacks and the cries and shouts, for a couple of minutes, until Clive took the last couple silently, with gritted teeth and Bob stopped. "Put your hands behind your back, boy." he ordered. Clive put his hands up over his red ass. Bob reached into the top pocket of his leathers, and quickly and efficiently took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed him. Clive wriggled furiously for a moment as he realised what was happening, but had to stop because his cock was still firmly gripped between Bob's legs. "Struggling, eh? Not good, is it?" boomed Bob, swatting his ass again. "No sir!"shouted Clive, obviously determined to try to end his punishment. "Well, you've got your voice back." commented Bob. "Okay," he said, shifting his legs. "Stand up and look at your friends." Awkwardly Clive got to his feet, his raging hard on clearly visible as it pulled free from between Bob's legs. His face was still red as he looked at us. The evening was obviously not going the way he planned, and he was ending up being humiliated by standing stark naked with a red ass, red face and hard on in front of all his mates. "Okay Clive," said Bob, "I want you to go around everyone here and beg them to play with your skinny boy's cock. Don't come back to me until you've done that." So Clive started around the room, hands bound behind his back, asking all of his friends one at a time to play with his cock. I saw Tony laugh as Clive asked him, and bounce his long cock up and down a few times. I could tell it was particularly hard for Clive to come to me and say, "Please sir, play with my skinny boy's cock." as he'd so enjoyed lording it over me. I reached down and stroked him along its considerable length, and pulled his foreskin a couple of times. When he came back to Bob, someone was already starting to give Bob a blow job. I realised that having a cock like Bob's in a room like this was like having a platinum Amex card; everyone wanted your custom. Bob looked up from the bobbing head in his lap and said, "Well, boy, I guess you know what comes next." Clive looked down once more, but said quite audibly "Yes, sir." "And what's that?" "You're going to fuck my skinny ass sir." "Hmm." said Bob. "Well, turn around, let's see." Clive turned his back on the older man, and was subjected to Bob roughly pushing his hand around his arse. I noticed that Clive's hard on seemed to get even stiffer during this, and curved up even more pronouncedly. "So, boy, you reckon you can take this up your arse?" said Bob. "I'm not sure sir." said Clive. "Not sure eh?" Bob laughed. "I bet you're not!" he said. "Taking this would be like being fisted, wouldn't it boy?" "Yes sir." "You probably aren't ready for that, are you boy?" "No sir. Thank you sir." "Wait until you see what I've got in store for you before you thank me. Alex, Matt, could you come over here please." Matt and I walked over to the wiry form of the handcuffed boy, our little cocks standing at attention. Bob motioned for Matt to come over and face him. I admired Matt's nice muscular ass, while Bob seemed to be fiddling with something in front. When Matt turned around, I could see that Bob had fitted a condom on his little dick. Clive saw it as well. "Oh no." he groaned. "Sorry Clive, was that something?" enquired Bob innocently. Clive straightened up as if standing to attention and said, "No sir!"loudly. "Good." said Bob. "You can see how I'm being kind to you, here. Matt's reasonably thick, but shouldn't hurt you too much when he fucks you in front of all these people. Bend over, Clive." His hands still bound behind his back, Clive bent forward, his long cock bobbing under his belly. Matt stood behind him, and started pumping out lubricant from a tube. Clive took a step forward as Matt's lube-loaded fingers found his asshole. "Hmm. Alex, could you got to the other end of Clive?" I went round and stood in front of Clive's bent body, his red haired head on a level with my belly. I lifted under his shoulders slightly to help him balance. "Aah, see that? You're a nice guy, Alex. Isn't he a nice guy, boy?" Clive twisted his head and looked up at me. "Yes sir!" he said. "Don't you want to do him a favour for being so nice to you?" asked Bob innocently. Clive looked a bit uncertain, but said, "Yes sir." "Good." said Bob. "Then while Matt gives you a fuck, you can give Alex a blow job. You'd like that, wouldn't you Clive?" "Yes sir." "More." "Yes sir, I'd like Matt to fuck my skinny ass, and I want to give Alex a blow job, sir." Bob waved a hairy hand. "Be my guest." he said. "Make sure it's a good blow job mind, or I might claim sloppy seconds after Matt." he said with a grin. To give Clive credit, he went to it with enthusiasm after that. He took all my little cock in his big mouth, and sucked away, not even pausing as Matt entered at the other end. We were like for a while, Clive's head going up and down on my cock, and Matt going in and out of his ass. Clive's friends were watching transfixed as their cocky mate was humiliated in this way, his long skinny cock bobbing about under him as his wiry body moved to the rhythm of what he was doing. Matt came before me, but not by much. As I came, I heard Bob saying, "Now, Clive, swallow." and Clive gulped down my spunk then let go of my cock. His red head stayed down, not wanting to see the people watching him. During this, Bob had come as well, the head in his lap having done his business, and his big cock had softened a little, and was now impressively draped over his thigh. He looked over to us, and said, "Well boy, I see that skinny boy cock is still stiff." "Yes sir." said Clive, "Sorry sir." "Stand up and let us see, boy." So Clive stood up once more, still red, his cock stiffer and more arched than ever, the big head almost touching his belly. "Hmm. We'd better see to that." said Bob. "Clive, would you like Alex to give you a hand job?" Clive looked down. I think I was probably the last person in the world that Clive wanted something like that from, but he didn't dare say no to Bob so he said, "Yes sir." "Good. Ask him nicely." said Bob. Clive turned to me, his characteristic grin completely wiped from his embarassed face as he said, "Please Alex, will you play with my skinny boy's cock?" I nodded, and took hold of the shaft. Really, it only looked skinny because it was so impressively long; on a shorter cock it would have been a respectable girth. I enjoyed feeling along its length, letting my hand stop just behind the big head. Clive gasped as I did this, and leaned forward, leaning his upper body against me for support, his hands still cuffed behind his back. "Understand, Clive." said Bob, "That from now on you are Alex's personal slave. Never mind dick size and all that crap: if I hear that you've failed to serve Alex the way you would serve me, well," he paused, "I can always come back for that fuck, eh?" "Yes sir!" panted Clive, as I shuffled his foreskin back and forth over the big head of his cock. "Oh, Clive." said Bob. "Yes sir!"gasped the younger man. "Just one of other thing." "Uh, uh, yes sir." panted Clive. "You have to ask Alex's permission to come." "Huh, huh, Alex, please may I come sir." "You can come, boy." I said, and he spattered me with his spunk as he groaned in reply. I looked down at the spunk on my belly and legs, then looked over to Clive. "Lick it up, boy." I said. "Yes sir." he said, leaning forward and lapping at me. After that Bob uncuffed him, but made him wear the apron and do the work that Matt and I had been doing. The apron didn't work so well on him, as even soft, the head of his long cock kept showing under it, swinging like the clapper of a bell, so people kept on pulling on it and tweaking it, which I could tell he hated by his embarassed reaction. I could understand how he felt. If people had done that to me when I was 19, I think I would have died. What was worse is that every so often, given this treatment, he'd get a hard on. Of course by then, everyone was pretty stoned, so there'd be a cheer, and laughter as there was no way that long cock could fit under the apron, and it began raising it in a ludicrous fashion. Inevitably someone would lift the apron up fully, to more laughter and cheers, and Clive's cock would be revealed in all it's long and skinny glory, the big head pointing up like an inquisitive animal. Clive stood, embarassed, humiliated, but clearly on some level loving it, as the big hard on showed. Part Four: Alone Towards the end of the evening, people started to drift away; Bob winked at me, and reminded me I had his number, Matt gave me a hug and Tony just slinked off, embarassed, leaving Chris and I. I was still naked, sprawled on the sofa, and Chris came and sat down next to me. "So, what now?" he said. I sat up. "Well, boy," I said, "I liked the sound of what Bob was saying, about you being my personal slave and all. What do you reckon?" "You're not actually going to go through with that are you?" he sneered. I looked up and down his slim body, the well defined wiry muscles, cute grin, big hands, short, spiky red hair. "Oh yes." I said. "And if you're not keen..." He held up those big hands in a gesture of appeasement. "I know, I know, you'll tell Bob. And I don't want that big thing of his up me, or to have another night like the one I had tonight." he said, standing up. "You're still not convinced though, are you?" I said, standing next to him, making aware of how much taller and stronger I was than him. He looked down at my small dick. "No." he said. I put my hand under his chin, and raised it so he had to look at me. "Well Clive, I'll tell you what. I'll give you an hour to clean up this mess, then I want you to come to my room and tell me how you want to play it. I reckon you're torn between thinking you oughtn't to feel like this, and loving it. I can tell you really want to be my slave, and I can tell you love the humiliation. And yes, my dick's much smaller than yours, and yes, I still get to order you about, call you boy, get called sir, and get what I want. So you just think about that, and let me know your answer." I left him dumbstruck in the living room and went upstairs to have a shower. Then I went to my room and listened to music for a while. I'd never smoked dope before, but Bob had really wanted me to try some, so I had, and was enjoying the after effects. After an hour there was a knock on the door. I said, "Come in.", the door opened and Chris face poked around it. I motioned him to come in, and saw that he'd changed back into his jogging bottoms and T shirt. He couldn't seem to meet my eye, and stood uncomfortably, giving his balls the odd scratch. "Well?" He scratched one arm a bit. "Well, I've cleaned up downstairs." he said. I waited, then he said, "Sir." I smiled. "Sounds like you've been doing some thinking, son." He looked up for a moment. "I have, sir." "And?" Still looking down he said, "You can do what you want with me, sir. I want to be your slave, sir." "Okay boy, you can tell me what that means while you take off your shirt." He looked slightly startled. I could tell he was still getting used to this, but he flexed his wiry arms and grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt as he said, "It means that I'll give you blow jobs, or hand jobs, or anything else you want, when you want it, sir." he said, as he pulled his T-shirt over his head. "It means I'll beg you to play with my skinny boy cock, or slap my arse, or do anything else you want, sir." I looked him up and down. He looked really good there, his wiry, tight bare chest above his loose black joggers. Still, they had to go next. I said, "What do you want to do now, boy?" He looked down again. "I want to show you my long skinny cock, sir." "You sure, boy?" He met my eyes. "Yes sir. I want you to inspect my long skinny boy cock sir. I want you to measure it, and tell me how even Matt's is thicker." "You got a hard on now?" I asked, seeing the bulge in his joggers. He nodded. "Yes sir." he whispered. "Show me, boy." I said. He reached down and pulled down the joggers, and once more that big curved cock bounced out, with its big head and slender shaft. He reached down into the pocked of his joggers and drew out the tape measure. "Oh, I don't think we'll be needing that, boy." I said. "Step out of your joggers." He stepped out of them, his long cock bouncing round more than ever, and stood there, selfconsciously. With his hairy legs, hairless chest and long, curved cock, he looked like some ancient statue of a satyr or something. One of his big hands took hold of his cock, but I slapped it back. "Oh no." I said, "You don't get to touch your cock again until I say. Understand?" He looked down. "Yes sir." he replied, meekly. I reached out and handled his cock again. My hand remembered the lithe feel of it, with the solid feel of the big head. I toyed with the long foreskin, drawing it fully back to reveal the head. Clive groaned as I did this, so I could tell the head of his cock was really sensitive. I leaned down and breathed on it, and his whole young body shivered uncontrollably. I pulled his foreskin back over the head of his cock and looked up at him. "Okay boy, a few rules." He stood at attention, stiff cock bobbing slightly. "Yes sir!" he said. "You are to remain naked all the time you are in the house. I don't want to see you wearing anything; I want that skinny cock on display at all times. This weekend you'll carry on tidying the house until your dad won't know there was a party at all." "Er, sir?" said Clive. "Yes boy?" "Will I have to be naked when my dad comes back? It's just-" "That will depend on how good you are this weekend, boy. Don't think I wouldn't make you do it." "Yes sir!" "Okay Clive, that will be all." He didn't leave. "Please, sir?" "Yes boy?" "Can I suck your cock again?" "You want to suck this little dick?" I said, starting to undo my towel. "Oh, yes please sir." "Okay." I said generously, pulling back the towel and revealing my stiff little dick. Clive scrambled over and started sucking with the same skill and enthusiasm he'd shown downstairs in front of everyone, earlier this evening. Part Five: The Return of Bert The next day we were both too busy setting the house to rights to have any more fun, but I was determined to have some fun with Bert when he came back. For a change, Clive was wearing jeans, and I frequently paused to admire how nice his little bum looked in them, and how big his packet looked. Every often it would get too much, and I'd make him give me a show, and after lunch he gave me a blow job and I wanked him off as a reward. We also talked about what we were going to do with Bert, and came up with a plan. When Bert came home we were both sat in the front room, scene of the previous evening's shenanigans, watching TV. Bert called as he came in the front door, and we both called that we were in the front room. Bert came in, still in his suit, and stood in front of the TV while he asked how our weekend had been etc. I could tell he was relieved that the house wasn't in a state, and wondering how I'd managed to keep Clive on a leash, not realising that I'd been pretty much literally doing that all day. While he was talking, he took off his jacket and I became aware again of what good shape he was in; the slight belly, but otherwise he was a really fit short guy: kind of stocky and strong-looking. I also knew from the frequent shows he'd given me when I'd first moved in, how hairy he was, across his chest and down his arms and legs. After a pause in the conversation, with him still standing in front of us, I said, "You know, Bert, I was thinking about when I first moved in." Still standing in front of us, Bert looked puzzled by the change of tack, but nodded. I carried on, "It seems to me I used to see a lot more of you." "Well Alex, you see I've been awful busy, what with-" he began, but I interrupted him, saying, "I didn't mean socially, Bert, I meant physically. You didn't wear much round the house, remember?" He looked embarassed at my bringing it up, and scratched the back of his neck. He moved his hips as he did so, and his baggy suit-trousers suddenly outlined his big packet. "I said, do you remember, boy?" Bert wasn't stupid; he glanced across at Clive and saw no help there, so he looked back at me and nodded. "Oh, so you do remember?" He nodded again. "Say it." I said, calmly. He looked down, his black hair falling over his face as he did. "Yes sir." he mumbled. "Good." I replied. "Why was that?" He looked at me, surprised. "Well?" I said. He scratched his neck again, and said, "Well, I thought you were really good looking and big, I mean tall, and I thought that if I..." he tailed off. "If you..." I prompted. "Go on, boy, you're doing well. You're forgetting to say 'sir' though." "Oh, you don't want to do that, dad." warned Clive. Bert glanced across at his son again, clearly embarassed to be having this conversation in front of him. Clive just grinned, paying his dad back for the humiliation which had ended our little measuring game the first night. "Well, sir. I hoped when you saw me naked, and saw my cock and all, that you might be interested." "Especially in your cock, boy." I finished for him. Bert broke into an embarassed grin. "Yes sir." he said. "Proud of your cock, aren't you boy?" I said. Now I'd embarassed him again. His voice went quiet. "Yes sir." he said, eventually. "You were very ready with the tape measure the other night." I said. "So you must have measured yours, isn't that right boy?" He nodded, then remembered and said, "Yes, I have sir." "And how big is it, boy?" "8.8", sir." he said, unable to keep a note of pride out of his voice. "And how big around?" "4.5"sir." I looked over at Clive. "Not as thick as Tony's." I commented. "Who's Tony?" asked Bert. I looked back at him. "A friend of Clive's with a thicker cock than you, boy." I replied. "So, you still want to show me your cock?" He glanced over at Clive again. "What, now?" he asked, incredulous. Then, remembering himself he said, "Sir. In front of Clive?" I shrugged my shoulders. "You were keen enough to see Clive's cock the other night, boy. It seems only fair that he should see yours too." I turned to Clive. "Want to see you're dad's cock, boy?" Clive was clearly very interested, but tried to shrug and look cool. I turned back to Bert. "Well then," I said. "So, do you still want to show me your cock, boy?" Bert's hands hung by his sides. "Yes sir." he said quietly. I nodded. "Good boy." I said. "Ask me properly." He stood to attention. I'll say this for father and son; they both caught onto this kind of thing quickly and seemed to have all the right moves. He was blushing as he said, "Please may I show you my cock, sir." I waved my arm magnanimously. "Go ahead, boy." He looked unsure for a moment, then began to unbutton his shirt. Remembering what he'd said to me the other night, I held up my hand to stop him and said, "I don't think anyone's interested in your chest, son. Just the cock." He dropped his hands and looked unsure again. Then he began to fiddle with his belt, looking at me for approval. I shook my head again. "Just the cock, son." I said. "What, just get my dick out of my trousers?" "You were the one that was so proud of it. Now, ask me properly boy." "Sir, please may I get my cock out to show you?" I nodded. Looking unhappy and embarassed, he unzipped his fly and reached inside, with that fishing, groping gestured that all guys use at moments like that, as he reached into his breifs and fished out his cock. It flopped limply out of his fly. Even soft, it was as big as I remembered. Not exactly dangling down to his knees, but falling out of his fly a fair way. Like his son, it was uncircumcised, but Bert had the kind of foreskin that doesn't completely close over the head of the cock when it's soft, so it reveals a small circle of head, like a sausage roll. As he moved, it dangled out of his fly. Clive watched, fascinated. I nodded. "Not bad, boy." I said. He smiled an embarassed smile, hands still at his sides. Clive said, "I'd like to see his balls as well." "Fair enough." I said, generously. "Balls too, Bert." Looking increasingly hot and bothered, Bert fished around some more, then looped the waistband of his breifs under his balls, so that they too fell out of his flies. Feeling even more foolish, he turned to face us with the full set on display. His balls were quite big as well, but not as big as Clive's, I noticed. It looked cute the way that the head of his thick dick dangled below his balls. "I wanted to see it hard." said Clive, who was clearly eager to move things on. I realised that I needed to put him in his place too, so I said, "You want to show us yours boy?" His grin vanished, and he met my eye for a moment, before he nodded.. I waited, until he said, "Can I show you and my dad my skinny cock, sir?" Bert's eyes widened at this, realising how much things had changed between Clive and I. "Go ahead, boy." I said. "Show it to your dad." Clive got up. After our session this afternoon he'd changed back into his joggers, and wasn't wearing socks, so he stood up, with his back to me and just pulled them down, bent over and pulled them off. While he was bending down I took a long look at his muscular little ass, then as he parted his legs to shake off one of the legs of the joggers, I was treated to yet another glance of that long dangly cock, big head dangling under his big balls. He then took off his T-shirt, giving us all a long look at that wiry chest as he pulled it over his head. Just like the other evening, his dad couldn't keep his eyes of his son's long cock. Even soft it looked impressive, though not as much as his dad's thick monster. Both still limp, though. I would have to remedy that. "Okay boys." I said. "Here's the deal. Both of you have to try to give the other a hard on. The first one to get hard gets fucked by the other." Both of them looked worried by this: both had cocks that would be hard to accommodate. Clive acted first, reaching out and holding his dad's cock in his big hand. He didn't do anything yet, though, and his dad took advantage of his son's nudity by reaching around and stroking his ass, which made Clive shudder. Clive wasn't done yet, though. Bringing up his other big hand he cradled his dad's balls, then started stroking his dad's dick just under the head. His dad carried on stroking Clive's bum, moving his hand into the cleft and gently scratching his asshole, but it was too late: his own erection was already making his cock bounce around in Clive's big hand, and Clive dropped his hand away as Bert's hard on grew. I stood up, so the two of us were standing opposite Bert, with his dick on display. It looked as huge as I remembered, sticking out and up slightly. Unlike Clive, his foreskin rolled right back when he was hard, so the dick looked circumcised, with a head as big as his son's. I reached out and touched the bare head, and Bert shuddered and closed his eyes. I reached out with my other hand, and gave Clive's long dick a breif tug downwards. He grinned as I did this, and put his hands on his hips as I played with his long limp dick. Even soft it felt lithe and slippery, the heavy head giving it more of a dangly appearance than his dad had had. As ever, the foreskin went right over the head, just like on my much smaller dick, and bunched up in a kind of nipple. I pulled it back slightly, to reveal the big dark head. Despite my fondling however, it wasn't getting hard in a hurry; I think that his selfconsciousness in front of his dad's big dick was putting him off. Remembering how incredibly hard he'd been while Matt was fucking him the previous day, I had an idea. I said, "Turn around boy, and put your foot up on that chair." He did, and stood with one foot on the floor, one foot on the chair, asshole exposed, dick and balls spilling out in front. I took a good look, then stood behind him, licked my finger, and began stroking his asshole. His cheeks flushed as red as his short hair, and he closed his eyes. I could see his dick start to get a bit more heft, so I stroked some more, then slipped the top of my finger in. He moaned as I did this, and involunarily bent his upper body forward, which raised his asshole up some. Behind me, I could hear his dad moving around for a better view. I could hardly blame him: Clive looked really fine: the long wiry body bent over, the little muscular bum sticking up, the long slim dick beginning to rise up at the front. "Want the rest?" I asked him. "Oh yes sir, please sir," he breathed, "Please stick your whole finger up my arse sir, with my dad watching, sir, so my skinny kid's dick can get hard for you." Not a bad speech, I thought, so I put my finger the rest of the way in, and bent it down to stroke the root of his cock, which is where I knew his prostate would be. He groaned again as I did this, and his cock curved all the way up to point up at his red face, the foreskin pulling back slightly on the big head, but staying in place, even when he was fully hard. I looked round at Bert, who was watching transfixed, big cock harder than ever, poking up and out of his trousers. I reached out and fondled the thick shaft of his cock, watching as a clear drop of pre-cum leaked out of the end. "Want to play with your son's cock, boy?" I asked. "Oh yes, sir, please sir." breathed Bert. "Go ahead," I said, still moving my finger around inside Clive's little ass. Clive's long cock was fully erect and on display in his half-standing position, so Bert moved around and grabbed it behind its big head. As he did, Clive came, unable to help himself, his cum spurting out over his dad's shirt. I pulled my finger out and whacked his ass, saying "I didn't give you permission for that, boy." "Yes sir, " panted Clive, "Sorry sir." I stood back, and turned to Bert, who still had his hand on his son's cock. Clive's erection hadn't gone down any, however, despite his orgasm, so I reckoned we could still be on for my original plan. "Okay Bert." I said, "Strip." He looked at me a bit startled, but then began to unbutton the cuffs of his cum-stained shirt. "Clive, I want you to watch this." I said, and Clive opened his eyes and looked hungrily at his dad undressing. It was quite a show. That big stiff cock waved around as he took his shirt off, to reveal his thickly haired chest and belly. Then he stood on one leg to undo the shoe on the other foot, and it stuck out at an angle, his balls going slighty redder as his position restricted the blood supply. On impulse I turned to reach under Clive's ass and stroked his big balls, and was gratified to hear him moan again. Looking back at Bert, he'd taken his shoes and socks off, and was looking back at us, his dick still pointing straight out of his fly. He grinned, and undid his belt and the top catch of his trousers, then pulled them down, pulling his breifs down with them, revealing his stocky hairy legs. So then he was naked in front of us: shorter than either of us, with this big cock sticking out of him. Just like his son, he scratched his big balls now that all was revealed. "Well boy, the deal still stands. You got hard before Clive so he gets to fuck you. You want that, boy?" Bert looked over at the lithe, naked form of his son, long curved dick still pointing up, and nodded eagerly. "Okay," I said, "Clive, go and fetch the lubricant." Awkwardly, Clive brought his foot down off the chair arm, then ran out of the room, long hard cock bobbing as he did so. I looked back at Bert, and noticed he was staring hard at my crotch. I caught his eye and said, "Well, boy?" He looked up at me sheepishly and said, "Please sir, may I see your cock again?" I nodded, and began to unbutton my jeans, then had a better idea. "Kneel down boy." I said. Bert squatted down, so his head was on a level with my crotch. "Okay boy." I said, "Get my dick out and get sucking." Enthusiastically, Bert undid the buttons on my fly, and groped inside for my cock, which despite its small size was easy to find as it was stiff as a board. He dug out my hard little cock, and immediately went down on it. One of the advantages of having a small cock is that everyone can get you completely in their mouths, so everyone can give you the equivalent of a deep-throating. I looked down at Bert, squatting beside me, greedily sucking on my little dick, and was gratified to see his big cock, stiffer than ever and poking up between his open hairy legs, ignored as he licked and sucked at me. I let him do this for a while, then became conscious of Clive standing in the door. He looked a picture: his eyes were wide as he watched his dad expertly going down on me. I looked him up and down; the wiry, well-defined body, the sparse dark body hair, slightly bandy muscular legs, sexy big hands and bush of fiery red pubic hair, out of which that long slender cock curved up and out, big head bobbing as he shifted his feet. I was enjoying his dad's blow job, but managed to say, "Okay son, assume the position." I put my hands on Bert's head, and pulled him off my cock. "Off you go." I said, and he got to his feet. Even standing he only came to my shoulder, and I stroked across his broad back as I said, "Chris has brought the stuff: go and do as you were told." Bert straightened up and slowly walked over to the chair, showing off his big muscular ass as he did so. He put one foot up on the chair, but as he was a fair bit shorter than his son, this was more of a stretch, and pulled that big cock over slightly to one side. I nodded to Chris, who went over to him, long cock bobbing as ever. He walked over to the solid figure of his dad, and stood behind him. Then he took the tube of lubricant in his big hand and started squeezing it out of the tube onto the big head of his cock. When he started to rub some on Bert's hairy asshole, Bert gasped and said, "Please sir." "Yes, boy?" "Please can I suck you while he does this?" he asked, sounding almost pleading. I was surprised. Bert was obviously worried about the size of his son's cock. I would have thought the last thing he'd want to do while focussing on that would be to give someone a blow job. However, with my little cock still jutting out of my jeans, I walked round in front of him, and saw how flushed his face was as his son massaged his asshole. To make my cock easier to get at, I undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down round my thighs. He bent his upper body down, and started sucking every bit as enthusiasically as he had before. It was weird, sucking on something seemed to comfort him, and as his son started looseining up his asshole with his fingers, he sucked even harder. He stopped for a moment, as his son eventually withdrew his fingers and pulled his dad's ass onto to the head of his cock. Bert was so short that he had to raise his ass slightly for Clive to be able to do this. I watched his big straight cock get even harder and start dribbling precum as the big head of his son's cock went in. Once he'd managed the head, the rest didn't seem too hard to do, so he resumed his sucking duties at the front. By this time I'd been effectively getting a more or less continuous blow job from Bert for about ten minutes, so not long after this I came. He kept my cock in his mouth after I came, though, even as it got soft. As my dick is really tiny when its soft it must have taken quite a lot of concentration to do that as his son's big cock moved about in his ass, but he managed it. Clive's thrusts were getting harder and more urgent, and he let out a moan as he came, and fell against his dad's back, big hands flopping over his dad's sides in a kind of involuntary hug, one hand breifly grabbing his dad's incredibly stiff dick. Then he pulled out and stood back. I stood back as well, and looked at Bert, still stiff, still breathing heavily from his fuck. He looked at me, as if to ask what to do now, so I said, "Sit on the chair, boy." Bert took his leg down, and sat on the chair, legs apart, big balls resting on the rough material of the chair, dick pointing straight up like some plant, the thick shaft throbbing. "Wank yourself off while we watch." I ordered. Bert nodded, and wrapped one of his big hands round the thick shaft, just under the bare head, and started moving up and down. After a couple of moments, his other hairy hand slipped under his big balls and started stroking in time to the motion on the shaft. We both watched the small, hairy man working away at that big cock, and as the movement on the shaft got more and more frantic, his face flushed and his breathing became irregular. Then it was over; he spurted prodigious amounts of cum, and the globs of it fell on his chest and belly.

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Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 19:08:30 From: john smith <ostrich78@hotmail.com> Subject: Living At Dad's House: Part 10 THE FOLLOWING STORY IS FICTION. If you are under age 18, or are offended by stories of homosexual S and M, go away and don't read this. THE STORY IS NOT INTENDED TO CONDONE OR ENCOURAGE THE ABUSE OF MINORS. IF YOU FIND THIS SCENE INTERESTING AND ARE TRAVELLING TO SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, YOU MAY E MAIL ME AT ostrich78@hotmail.com Living At Dad's House: Part X The next morning Jason and I awoke, intertwined in one another's arms. I awoke first, and lightly massages his cock until it was hard. Then I began sucking it. Jason woke up and shifted position so we could 69. In a few minutes we blew our wads into one another's mouths. "Beats jerking off in the morning" he said. "And How" I replied. Next we hit the shower and thoroughly washed one another. I noticed my asshole was a bit tender after the pounding Jason had given me with his 9 inch tool. His hole didn't seem tender, but I used a much kinder and gentler tool than he! We went out to breakfast and dad met us there. "Have a good night boys?" he asked, with a knowing smile. "Couldn't be better dad, thanks for being so understanding" I replied. "You know sir, my dad would never be this understanding: he would just beat the shit out of me and throw me out of the house if he found out" said Jason. "How do you know Jason? I mean, he might be more accepting than you give him credit for" said dad. "He isn't" said Jason, and the topic changed. "What do you boys have planned for today?" asked dad. "Well, after we complete our cleaning duties, we thought that we would go to the beach, swim, and throw the football" we replied. "Sounds good to me, I might join you" said dad. After cleaning up the house, Jason and I stepped outside (nude of course, until we got to the clothes line where our suits were). We put on our suits, and went down to the beach. We got to horsing around pretty quickly, and were tackling and chasing each other. Then we started throwing "long bombs" into the surf and diving for them. It ultimately led to out standing in the surf, a little below our waists, kissing deeply and hugging. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything" said my dad. We jumped apart, then he said "no big deal guys, remember?". We smiled and went back to our making out. "Hey guys, I've been exploring the area and as it turns out the corner of the beach down there (pointing) is so sheltered that no one could possibly see you. Maybe we should do some swimming in the natural state and get an all over tan" said dad. "Sounds cool to me" said Jason, then we headed for that end of the beach, a small cove like indentation in the bay. My dad was the first to drop his trunks, and Jason and I quickly followed. Both Jason and I were hard in a minute. I was looking at Jason and dad was behind me when Jason said "Jesus Scott, is that what your cock will be like when it's full grown?". I turned around and saw that indeed my dad was sporting a monster erection. I had seen dad soft many times, and felt his hard dick when he was spanking me, but not actually had a full view of his erection before. It was 9 to 9.5 inches; a little longer than Jasons. However, unlike Jason, his was extremely thick: 9 x 9! Below that throbbing weapon were 2 pendulous balls. Dad grinned and said "You guys have been having all the fun here. All I've been doing is working. I haven't cum in over a week". "I can help with that" said Jason. I really didn't know what to think. I loved my father; felt close to him; got aroused when he spanked me; found his huge cock to be exciting, but watching sexual activity with my dad...I don't know... "Hey you guys go ahead, I'm going up to the house for a few minutes" I said, needing time to think. I went up to the house and sat on the porch for a while: Dad and Jason? Doesn't seem right. Besides, what if Jason likes him better? But then again, dad has needs too". Ultimately I decided that I was not going to sort this out, so I went back down to the beach. Jason was on his knees being face fucked aggressively by my father who was saying "Take it bitch, don't you dare choke; you know you want it". Jason was in fact choking, red faced, but obviously aroused. I watched in fascination. Jason had a long string of precum from the tip of his cock down to the sand. It must have been really thick because it stayed connected as his dick bobbed up and down. My dad seemed oblivious to my presence there with Jason going down on him. I found myself extremely turned on and joined in by kneeling behind Jason and rimming his ass. Jason started jerking off as he sucked my dad. In a few minutes they both had cum, leaving me in a sore position as the only one who hadn't! Then both turned their attentions to me. Jason began licking my cock and balls while my dad massaged my chest and arms. I was in pure bliss, and shot a huge load into Jason within minutes. We all sat on the beach for a while, then we went for a swim. Soon we were floating together in the warm salt water, engaged in a 3 way embrace. Dad picked this moment to drop the bombshell: "You boys have taken very well to corporal punishment and service. I think it's been really good for you. Son, you are a better student, better behaved, and the happiest I have seen you. Jason, you too seem to be flourishing with this approach. I am also aware that you boys play spanking games yourselves, like that business in the stream on the camping trip.." "DAD! YOU WERE WATCHING US?" "Yes son, I was...and I liked what I saw. You looked so hot when you were switched. At any rate, I am now going to begin your formal training. You boys will be my slaves". "What does that mean?" I asked...feeling nervousness in the pit of my stomach. "Exactly what it sounds like boys: you will both serve me and do what I order when required. I will allow you two to continue your relationship as long as it does not distract you from your service to me. You will both submit to my authority and do as I say". "I don't think I'm ready for that sir" said Jason... "I mean, it sounds kind of serious...and my dad wouldn't approve..". "Your dad has already given me custody of you Jason: temporary for now, but it will be finalized in a week" said my dad. "What do you mean? He would never do that" said Jason. "Don't argue with me boy, and don't call your Master a liar: you will pay for that. Now both of you back to the house right now". Jason and I exchanged glances and shrugged our shoulders, then marched back up to the house. "Strip off those suits boys" said my dad in a stern voice. We complied instantly. "In the house" was the next command, then "follow me". We followed dad into the office, where his lap top was set up. He touched the screen, and up came an e mail sent 3 days ago to Jason's dad: "...I felt I had no choice but to show you these photos. I was quite shocked to discover that your son and mine are engaged in a homosexual relationship. I first discovered this when they went on their camping trip (see photos), then reconfirmed it with a small video camera hidden in their room her in Hawaii (see photos). As you can see, they are engaged in a variety of sexual activities... I feel that I am able to accept this, if this is who my son proves to be. However, you must decide what to do with Jason...". There it was: dad had told our secret, with photographic evidence to Jason's dad. Jason looked faint and pale. His hands were shaking... "..Have you...I mean has he..." he stammered. "Yes" said dad, pulling up the response from Jason's dad. I won't reprint all of it, but the drift of the message was "Jason who? I don't have a son named Jason. You can leave him in Hawaii or do with him as you please. I never wish to see him again". Jason then burst into tears, and I went over to hold and comfort him. I kissed his hair as he cried into my shoulders... "You fucking bastard...why did you do that...you had no right..." he said to my dad. "Well, perhaps I didn't at the time, but I do now: you can look at the rest of the e mails if you want, but I am now your guardian. The first lesson you will earn is to treat your new dad with respect". Jason stood there, wiping the tears, with his mouth agape. My father reached down for a duffle bag, pointed to the living room and said "March". To Be Continued.

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Date: Sun, 6 Oct 2002 15:50:14 EDT From: Outlaw237@aol.com Subject: Toppled copyright 2002 Feedback welcome: outlaw237@aol.com (Spam and downloads will be ignored). Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, based loosely on real events. Always use condoms. Toppled Luke was a leather master. Gage had never seen his friend in action but was well aware of his reputation. He didn't charge for his services; he didn't need to. Men -- strong, competent, intelligent men -- willingly lined up to submit to him. Gage had a faint curiosity about leather, enjoying a smattering of porn dedicated to the practice, yet had more than once laughingly spurned Luke's half serious invitations into his dungeon. Gage was a top, and though he'd enjoyed some hot times with Luke, they always stopped short of fucking, neither being willing to let the other take him. Luke had asked him to drop by that night, without specifying a time, to pick up some old books he was donating to the charity Gage volunteered at. As soon as Gage stepped into Luke's house he knew something was up; Luke had the look of a man with a secret he's not worried about keeping. He was also shirtless, wearing leather chaps over his jeans and leather gloves with the fingers missing. "Going out?" Gage had never seen Luke "dressed" before, so he wasn't sure if this was his regular leather bar attire. "Nope," Luke grinned like a Cheshire cat. His white teeth played against tan skin and that coal black stubble - but then a master as busy as he couldn't be expected to shave everyday, Gage thought. And damn he was an impressive sight; picture a Tom of Finland drawing come to life, with a down of black fuzz across his pecs and a hairless stomach, strong legs. Luke was getting lost in the spectacle when he suddenly detected the faint smell of soap and steam and heard rustling from across the hall by the bathroom. "All finished, piggy?" Luke eyed his slave as he crawled into view. "I demand thorough cleanliness from all of them, inside and out," he explained to Gage, who was now staring wide eyed at the man on all fours on Luke's expensive solid oak floor. "I should have known you'd have 'company'," Gage said sarcastically. "Don't want to interrupt. I can come back later." "No, stay," Luke eyed him in that mischievous way that made him melt. "Enjoy the show." Gage tried to make himself inconspicuous by standing near the corner of the room. Standing made him feel more powerful. He was going to enjoy this and Luke knew it; he hated how well Luke could read him. "Crawl to me." Luke's voice with slaves was even more commanding, cultured and assured than Gage found it to be in normal conversation. Gage observed the slave curiously as he slowly crawled on his hands and knees to Luke's booted feet. The naked longing in the slave's face made Gage uncomfortable. What makes a man want to submit so completely, be humiliated, ask to be treated in ways that would arouse violence in other contexts? He was blonde, pale, with very little body hair and a swimmer's build; the type who looks younger than his real age, which Gage estimated at early 30s. He wore only a jock strap and black leather slave collar with a thin leash attached at the Adam's apple. "You want to taste me? Is that what you want, slime?" Luke hissed as he yanked up on the leash pulling the slave to his knees, his face pushed against the swollen mound between Luke's legs. The slave let out a muffled cry, the sound of a man who's just entered the one he loves. "Mmm, yes master." Luke slowly took out his thick, cut 8 inches, already moist at the tip, and rubbed it around his slave's full lips. The slave's cock was stone hard and leaking profusely, wetting the leather of Luke's boots. "Fucking pig! What have I told you about getting cock juice on my boots?!," Luke shoved the slave down to his feet. "Lick it off." Gage wanted to chuckle, but was surprised at how erotic the site of a masculine man licking himself off the boot of another was. The man was mouthing Luke's boot like it was a cock; like it could feel his mouth. Gage felt his cock begin to stir in his jeans. "Would he do anything you ask?" Gage asked in a low voice, in awe of the master's confidence and strength, as he walked closer to the two men. "Pretty much," Gage grinned again proudly. "But I would only ask so much of him. He's weak, and my evil mind does know SOME limits, even if he doesn't. Besides, domination is a mind fuck. Any brute can beat the shit out of a guy." Luke was eyeing Gage greedily, like he tended to before one of their suckfests. He traced a finger slowly down from Gage's chin to his breastbone to his navel. "You know one of these days, I'm gonna show you what you're missing." His hand slid down and began lightly rubbing Gage's cock, bringing it to full hardness. Gage pulled slightly back embarrassed but making sure to keep eye contact to show he wasn't threatened. "Don't count on it." Luke moved closer until Gage could feel his hot breath against his neck, feel the roughness of his stubble grazing him. Fuck that always got to him. Luke pressed his hot mouth against his ear. "I could get you to that place no one's taken you yet...get you so hot," he rubbed Luke's cock more aggressively, his deep whisper changing to a growl, "that you're begging me, needing me inside you." Gage stared into his eyes defiantly and grabbed the hand that was torturing his cock. "What the fuck are you looking at, slime?" Luke barked down toward the floor. Gage was startled at the anger in Luke's voice. He hadn't realized the slave had been watching him and Luke, but was secretly flattered he could distract Luke even for a moment from one of his slaves. "Did I say you could look up?" Luke pulled his hand swiftly from Gage's crotch. "Nuh, no master," the slave looked startled, his mouth moist with his own spit and precum. "On your feet!" Luke yanked up on the slave's leash until he was standing. He bent him over what Gage thought looked like a large butcher block, pushing him down by the back of the neck. He took a large pair of scissors from a nearby drawer and swiftly cut the jockstrap off, yanking a large buttplug from his slave's ass with deliberate hardness, making the man yelp and draw air in through his teeth. "You're gonna learn not to disobey me, pig. And until you do you won't get near my cock." Gage was mesmerized. The slave had a beautiful ass, his hole stretched from the plug, squeezing in and out. Luke secured his arms to the table's legs with leather lashes and produced what looked to Gage like a fairly menacing whip. But then he was no whip connoisseur. Luke tied a black blindfold over the slave's eyes and moved behind and slightly off to the side of him. The man quivered helplessly across the table, his back muscles taut. Luke spread the slave's legs wide by kicking his feet apart, and pushed the end of the whip handle against his burning hole, stopping short of inserting it. The slave let out a low moan and pushed back against it. "You greedy little fuck," Luke pulled the handle away and turned it around in his meaty hand. "Don't you know by now your ass, your body, are mine. I use them for my pleasure, not yours." And with that Luke pulled his arm back and whipped his slave, slowly, deliberately, mercilessly, building in intensity as the whip landed across his ass cheeks, backs of his thighs, his gaping hole. With each stroke the slave whimpered pitifully. Gage's cock had begun to ache. "Want him to suck you?" Luke was staring at Gage's straining cock, motioning him to step in front of the slave. It was tempting, but Gage didn't trust a man's mouth on him while he was being flogged. Luke seemed to instinctively realize this, and motioned his friend over to him. He handed the whip to a hesitant Gage and smiled that wicked grin. "Try it." Gage had secretly fantasized about whipping a submissive, but now he was actually holding the instrument. He looked at Luke quizzically, who turned him into the correct position. "Hold it like this, that's it," Luke urged him. Gage hesitated, then struck a half-hearted blow against the slave's ass. It was far too light and he felt himself blush with embarrassment. "It's okay," Luke purred into his ear. "You are a virgin, afterall." Luke stepped close behind Gage, until he could feel his steel-hard rod pressing against the top of his ass, his breath on the back of his neck. Luke closed his hand over Gage's as they both held the whip, and swung hard, giving Gage the feel of a proper stroke. The slave cried out and lurched forward. "Shut up filth or you'll get twice as many." Luke motioned with his head for Gage to continue on his own. He began a rhythm, getting the hang of it, losing himself in the act. He glanced over to Luke who had freed his cock, slowly stroking it to Gage's whipping prowess. Gage was captivated by the sound of the whip, the red lines appearing on the slave's ass, his cock throbbing each time the slave lurched forward.. The bound man's body was now covered in a sheen of sweat and his breathing was very ragged. "That's enough," Luke said, sensing the panting slave was nearing his limit. Gage felt self conscious at how much he'd gotten into it. Luke untied the slave and removed his blindfold, addressing him like a difficult child. "Go in there until I call you," Luke motioned to the other room. "Crawl! And don't even think about touching your cock or your ass, you worthless piece of shit." The slave silently crawled out of site, pouting, his streaked ass now seeming comical to Gage. With his slave out of sight, Luke turned to face Gage, cocked his head as if studying his face, and walked to him swiftly. Without warning he cupped Gage's chin in his hand and devoured his mouth, biting at his lips, shoving his tongue into him. Both men were filled with raw wanting, tasting each other, pressing their painfully hard cocks together like a bizarre dance. Luke sucked Gage's tongue like he was trying to dislodge it from his mouth. "You taste so fuckin good," Luke said as he pulled away, catching his breath. His massive chest was heaving. Gage searched Luke's dark eyes unsure of what was coming. "I want to see you." Gage knew what that meant. Luke loved looking at him naked and hard, especially after getting him good and worked up. Gage unceremoniously stripped, loving having his begging cock finally free. Luke grabbed his own cock, still jutting from his jeans, and, pressing it against Gage's stroked both men's cocks in one gloved hand. Gage moaned and threw his head back. Luke began gnawing on his neck and ear. "I want to fuck you," Luke hissed. "Nice try." Gage stepped back, losing Luke's grip on him. "Have it your way," Luke's steely determination was unsettling. He pulled out the table's fold out piece and put his hand on Gage's chest, pushing him back until he was forced to hop up onto it. He jerked his head indicating Gage was to lie on his back. Gage began to think differently about the slave, realizing just how difficult it was to resist the master's commands. His head hung off the table slightly so he couldn't see what Luke was doing, and his lower legs dangled off the other end. This bastard is taking a lot for granted, Gage thought, expecting him to submit without being tied down. Arrogant prick. "Oooh, fuck!" Gage cried out as a nipple clamp was applied to his left tit. The pain was fierce yet his cock twitched in the air, making Luke smile. Luke raked his hands roughly over Luke's neck, stomach and thighs, moving back up to tug on the clamp. Gage groaned loudly and gripped the table tight. Luke's hungry mouth found his other nipple, biting and sucking it, scraping his beard on it. Luke then moved down to trace the tip of his cock against the underside of Luke's swollen organ with deliberate slowness to tease him. "Yeah that's it," Luke whispered, noticing that Gage was breathing much heavier. "No one gets you as hard as I do." Luke followed the path his cock had traced with his warm, wet tongue, drawing a loud whine from Gage. He tied one of the lashes he'd used on the slave around the base of Gage's balls, pulling down on them, making Luke wail in pain. "Like that, boy?" Luke couldn't believe he was being called 'boy' or that he was letting a man torture his balls. His mind raced. How far was Luke going to take this game? Suddenly the nipple clamp was removed, causing a rush of pain like nothing he'd ever felt. "Fuck you!" he spat at Luke, who was still sporting his wicked smirk. Gage felt anger rising up in him. He had never been this aroused with Luke before and knew Luke could sense it. Luke licked and bit his burning nipple, pulling roughly at his cock, making him squirm and ooze copiously. He put the clamp on the other nipple, and again Gage cried out. Stepping back, Luke pulled off his boots, chaps and jeans. Gage, panting, struggled to hold his head up for a full view of that magnificent body before dropping it back down in exhaustion. Luke removed his gloves, moistened 3 fingers with Gage's cockjuice and began to push into him, feeling resistance. "You know you want it, just let me," he snarled. "Give yourself over to me." Instinct took over. Without thinking Gage pressed his foot against the larger man's chest and pushed, making him stumble back. "Save it for your fucking slaves!" Luke had seen Gage angry but this was different. His eyes showed fury but something more -- lust, fear, desire, confusion. But it only fueled Luke's determination, making what he saw as his final prize all the sweeter. Sensing Gage's pride was hurt, Luke refrained from retaliating and decided on a new tactic, summoning the slave back into the room. He remembered how much Gage had enjoyed the slave's licking his boots, and that they shared a shoe size. "Put these on," Luke held the boots out to Gage, who was having none of it. He eyed Gage, sitting up, naked and still hard on the table. He felt a pang of guilt normally unheard of for him; certainly not with the many other men he'd played with. He knew Gage wanted him. He could read it in his face. But going from wanting to giving himself permission to be taken, was a big leap. He wanted to make love to Gage, without the games, just their naked bodies writhing together. But that was impossible. He knew Gage would accept rough from him easier than tenderness, at least at first. "You'll look so fuckin hot, and I want to make him lick them." Boots turned Gage on, and his growing excitement at the thought of a willing slave at his feet mellowed him. He acquiesced, sliding the boots on to Luke's delight. Gage's cock started to twitch in the air again as soon as they were on. He admired how they looked on him. Naked save the boots, he felt like raw sex, powerful, renegade. They were heavy and came up mid thigh, the kind of boots made for only two things - kicking ass and leathersex, he thought. He came down off the table and moved to a nearby chair. Luke pulled the slave over by his leash, commanding him to Gage's feet, then stood back letting Gage take control of the scene. Gage tipped his foot back so the slave could get to the sole, shining it with his spit, then moving up over the toe to long slow licks up to the top. Gage was surprised at the intensity of his arousal. He began stroking his cock (and saw Luke was doing the same) as he moved his foot so that the toe of the boot was rubbing against the underside of the slave's engorged cock, shining with wetness. He bent his foot back still farther, sliding the toe past the slave's balls to his ass, rubbing against his opening still swollen from earlier. The slave began humping the shaft of the boot, bathing it in his ooze. Sensing Gage's heightened arousal, Luke walked in front of him, straddling the kneeling slave, positioning his cock in front of Gage's mouth. Gage hungrily took him in, keeping a steady rhythm on his own cock and watching the slave alternate humping his boot with licking. Both Luke and Gage could sense the other was getting close as Luke roughly fucked his face, so Luke stepped back, stopping the action. He whacked the slave hard on the ass and commanded, "That's enough, little bitch." The slave obeyed, protesting with a soft whimper. Gage's eyes were wild with lust, but Luke wasn't quite finished. "Come with me," he motioned Gage to follow him into his bedroom, barking "stay!" to his slave as you would a dog. "Lie on your back." Gage, desperate to cum, didn't protest when Luke tied him at the wrists to the bed. He left him there for several minutes, letting the anger rise back up to match the arousal, then returned with the slave, still on his leash. Luke lifted Gage's ass and placed a thick pillow beneath it, making his hole more accessible. He pulled the slave's leash until his head was positioned at Gage's ass. "You don't stop till I say so, swine." The slave needed no further instruction, lapping at Gage's hole, nipping, sucking, biting it like it was his last meal. Luke's evil grin returned when he saw the surprise and resentment in Gage's beautiful, tormented face. "Good fuckface," he swatted his slave's ass. "Eat him good. "If either of you cum, you'll get this." Luke held an immense buttplug, larger than the one Gage had seen earlier, waving it at the men like it was a weapon, then left the room. Gage closed his eyes, unable to fathom even the idea of it. "Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh," Luke could hear Gage's desperate moans coming from the bedroom as the slave devoured his ass. He loved how Gage sounded when he was getting close to cumming - like an animal in pain. He heard the headboard hit the wall as Gage pulled valiantly at the lashes that bound him, desperate to stroke himself to completion. Luke needed to see this up close. The sight he found made him want to take Gage right then -- bathed in sweat, nipples fully hard, chest heaving, his legs over the slave's shoulders, head thrown back with his eyes closed tight, face in a grimace. Gage was so aroused now he was in pain. "That's it, pig, all the way inside," Luke instructed the slave as he tongue-fucked Gage's widening asshole, teasing him open. Luke rubbed Gage's belly just above his pubic bone, and pinched his nipples, knowing this made his cock scream urgently for release. It had leaked so much precum it had begun to slide off his hip down to a puddle on the bed. Gage was now crying out incessantly. "That's it, baby, oh yeah, tell me what you want..." "Ugh, cum. I want to cum. Fuck!," Gage gasped. Luke pulled the slave down off the bed and motioned for him to leave the room. "Leave your leash and collar on the hall table, get dressed and leave. Lock the door behind you. You may not shower or touch your cock for 12 hours." "Yes master," the slaved bowed his head and exited, his stubborn cock refusing to accept that he wouldn't be cumming for some time. Luke moved onto the bed and stared proudly at Gage's hole, bathed in the slave's spit. He wet three fingers inside his own mouth and slid them easily into Gage's hot, wet opening, feeling it stop fighting him. Gage let out a long, desperate moan. "Shhh. I'm going to give you what you need." He worked his fingers inside his friend, opening him further, sensing how close he was. Luke replaced his fingers with his pulsing cock and began to push slowly, inserting just the tip. Gage marveled at Luke's control. He had desperately tried to hold out, but the fight in him was gone. He felt himself giving way, his ass begging to be filled. Luke pushed only slightly further in, stopping and stroking Gage's erection, which by now could barely tolerate the contact. "Ugghgodfuck me," Gage heard the words, barely above a whisper, escape his lips, as if hearing someone else say them. He was in frenzy. "Beg me," Luke insisted. "I told you you'd be begging me." "Pleeease..." Luke pushed half way in and Gage wrapped his legs around his waist, hooking them at the ankle. "Look at yourself, baby," Luke turned to the mirror against the opposite wall. "You're so goddamn hot." He thrust himself into Gage up to his balls; Gage let out a cry of pain mixed with relief. "I'm all the way inside you. You feel so good, so tight..." And then Luke took him, fucked him forcefully, battering his spot again and again. Gage looked at their reflection, seeing himself, his entire body moving back and forth on the bed under this huge man, like a mop or ragdoll. He felt the point of no return coming on fast. "You're gonna cum so hard for me, harder than you ever have," Luke panted, plowing into him with long deep strokes. "I don't want this to be for anyone but me. Don't let anyone else inside you. Promise me." Hearing that was all it took. Gage exploded, spewing more cum than he thought possible, all over Luke's tan torso, yelling out a battle cry so loud he wondered who else was hearing him. The primitive noises sent Luke over the edge. He felt his balls pulling up and unleashed his load inside Gage, "Ugh I knew you'd be a hot fuck ," pounding his ass even as the last drops spilled out of him. Gage kept his eyes closed as his breathing finally calmed. Luke started to slowly soften inside him, staying inside, bending down to kiss him deeply. He stroked Gage's neck and lips, pushing a finger inside his mouth. Gage opened his eyes and stared wantonly at Luke, sucking the finger in an act of final resignation. The rough worked, Luke thought. And now for the gentle.

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Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 20:14:01 EST From: Outlaw237@aol.com Subject: Gage and Luke Copyright 2002 Feedback to outlaw237@aol.com Disclaimer: The following characters are completely fictitious, and as such, don't have to wear condoms. Gage and Luke "Stop acting like a silly faggot and get your ass over here." Luke's voice over the phone reminded Gage of the way he'd addressed his slave. "Fuck off." Gage hung up, and wondered if Luke would pick up on the wounded pride his voice so desperately tried to hide. He hadn't spoken to Luke since their night together. That was his typical m.o. - when the confusion got too heavy, when he felt he'd been played for a fool - Gage hunkered down. Unfortunately his cock refused to play along. He got hard every time he thought about his night with Luke, stroking himself 'til he was dry - feeling Luke inside him, taking him. But he saw this as a tug of war and he had been pulled farther than he liked - much farther. Luke hadn't been accommodating, though, and after more than a week of his bullshit, Gage had had enough - enough of Luke showing up at the local park where Gage often played basketball, threatening to grab his cock and shove his tongue down his throat in front of the mostly straight strangers Gage was playing with. Gage was out to friends and family, but Luke knew in these situations he was more cautious. He'd had enough of the insulting voicemails and (successful) attempts at getting him hard at work, mostly via email, and more than once on his pager when he was out with friends. By the time he pulled up in Luke's driveway he was seething. There was no answer at the door, but Gage heard rumbling in the back yard and figured Luke was working - he was always building something. He liked living out in the middle of nowhere with the nearest house a mile down. It made some of his more skittish tricks less fearful of being seen. The yard was full of mud patches from the rain over the last 2 days, and the dirt hole left after Luke had some dead trees uprooted had become a mud pit. From a distance it looked like movie quick sand. That familiar grin of Luke's - the 'fuck yeah, let's play' look - spread over his face as soon as he saw Gage heading toward him. Of course this is what he'd hoped for all along, setting a good trap and Gage walking into it. He knew if he pushed Gage far enough he'd eventually come (and cum) for him. Poor Gage, he thought. He actually thinks he can get rid of me, thinks he wants to get rid of me. "Well, look who's here. I knew you couldn't stay away." "Cut the shit." Gage was having none of Luke's attempts at keeping things light. "You're pathetic. A guy's not willing to lick your boots, just lay down for you like your fucking slaves, you can't handle it." "Well as I recall you liked laying down for me. On your back, legs wrapped around me, takin it....." "Enough!" Gage cut him off. Gage's anger didn't stop him from noticing how good Luke looked in his jeans and work boots, and hoped Luke wouldn't notice him stealing looks at his substantial package. "That's not going to happen again. You can stalk me all you want but it's not. What's it going to take for that to sink in?" Luke took off his work gloves and walked closer to Gage, getting in his face, yet Gage was undeterred. "But then you're not used to hearing no. You make sure you won't have to by surrounding yourself with desperate masochistic fucks who can't get off unless you humiliate 'em." "Well at least they're honest about what they want. They're not ashamed of it, not trying to run from it." "You don't know shit about what I want. Take away your whips and all the bullshit rules, and what's left? You're all alike. All that shit keeps you from having to get close to anyone. You think those fucks who come around here give a rat's ass about you? They're just using you." Something snapped inside Luke. It had been welling up in him for too long. Gage saw his eyes and immediately regretted it. Eyes he had seen so many times warm and dancing, filled with wanting, piercing into him while his cock was doing the same, were now filled with rage and hurt. Luke's eyes were like a dog's right before he bites you, but there was no reaction time. Luke backhanded Gage so hard he fell back into the mud hole. It took Gage a second to process what had happened, but soon his face was burning like a match had been held to it. He tried to right himself but slipped, getting even more mud on himself, which Luke found amusing. "You pitiful little cocksucker." Luke let out a sinister laugh and Gage felt like he was back on the 3rd grade playground, feeling that white-hot mix of anger and embarrassment, knowing Luke had held back. If he hadn't Gage would be unconscious right now. Finally getting to his feet he crossed to the taller Luke and went for his gut, half punching, half shouldering him like football players during practice, and both men fell hard. Gage rose with his fist pulled back but Luke was too strong; Luke pushed him onto his back and the two started wrestling, struggling to keep from getting pinned in the muck. Luke managed to get Gage's arms pinned long enough to straddle him, his hands closing on his throat. The grip wasn't tight enough to cut off the air supply, but was sufficient to control him. Luke pulled him forward violently then shoved him back down into the earth, over and over again, plopping the back of his head into the dirt stew. Gage couldn't believe his strength. "You stupid fucking prick! What's the matter with you?" Luke shouted. Gage could see the confusion in Luke's face and suddenly felt very self-conscious. He didn't really have an answer. "Answer me!" "You just don't get it, do you," Gage's voice had lowered and he looked away, still struggling to free himself and trying to catch his breath. "Just leave me the fuck alone." Sensing Gage was giving way, Luke released his neck and held him pinned by the wrists. Both men were covered in mud. "Did I get to you? Huh? Is that what happened? Somebody finally get to the mighty Gage?" Luke raked a mud-coated finger against Gage's mouth making sure to shove some in. Gage spat it back at him and struggled harder. Gage hated him so much in that moment, but hated even more how good Luke's heat felt against his stomach. The mud had started to seep through Gage's shirt. "Awww, is that all you got?" Luke hissed. "You disappoint me. Daddy spoiled you just a little too much, eh?" "Fuck you!" The frustration in Gage was starting to swallow him whole but he struggled to stay calm, knowing Luke enjoyed seeing him out of control. "What do you know about it? You don't even have a father." "No but I got you," Luke said it so matter of factly as one would state the color of the sky. "Been eating away at you, hasn't it?" Luke clasped both of Gage's wrists in one hand and began rubbing Gage's cock through the muddied denim. Gage squirmed to free himself but Luke tightened his vice grip. "How many times have you cum thinking about it? Huh? You probably ran out of cum feeling me fucking you," Luke was practically whispering now, his lips curling into a snarl. "Didn't you?" Gage turned away and closed his eyes tight. If he could just squeeze them tight enough Luke would disappear, like a bad dream. Maybe it was all a dream. He'd dreamed of Luke so many times since that night it was hard to keep the dreams separate from reality, all blurring into haze, like a steamed mirror. But the ache in his cock was all too real. "You remember? How intense it was? You were so open to me." Luke unbuttoned Gage's fly and yanked down on his waistband. He grinned when he discovered Gage wasn't wearing underwear. He grabbed a hunk of wet dirt and shoved it down the front of Gage's jeans. Gage winced at its unexpected coldness. "How long after we fucked could you feel me inside you? You can still feel me can't you?," Luke continued, rubbing the mud roughly against Gage's cock, eliciting a low grumbling noise from deep in Gage's throat. Gage had so much mud on his face his eyes practically glowed in the twilight. It caked his hair and had fallen into the shirt he wore with the top 2 buttons open. Luke was itching to see his flesh. "Filling you, so deep inside. Touching you where no one else has," Gage's head was thrown back, his cock rock hard, his breathing labored. He could feel himself losing control again. Luke yanked down harder on Gage's jeans, pulling his cock free, bathing it in mud that was quickly slicking with precum. "I made you cum from the inside." The roughness of the mud was sweet agony on Gage's swollen organ. "I didn't even have to touch your cock. Remember? You came so hard for me." Luke greased Gage's balls with mud and made a couple of attempts at ripping his shirt before it gave way. "Just me." He let up his grip on Gage's wrists and held him down with both hands on his chest, pushing forward putting more weight on his own arms. "You begged me. Have you forgotten already? Begged me to fuck you." Gage was moaning, thrusting his hips up at Luke. The mud had started to dry on Gage's chest. He could feel it tightening, making his nipples hard. Luke stroked fresh wet sludge against Gage's nipples with his thumbs, pinching them hard, dragging his thumbnails over them making Gage's cock jump. "Aaaaaaaaa," Gage tried to push himself up on his elbows. If he'd gotten that far he wasn't sure if he'd try to kiss Luke or punch him, but he didn't. Luke kept his weight firmly pressed onto him, rubbing the mud hard up from his belly to his pecs like he was kneading dough. He had no intention of letting him go. Luke's eyes had started to look warm again, Gage noticed. Warm and lusty. He managed to get Gage's jeans down around his knees, and slapped a huge handful of mud against his crotch, matting his pubes. "You don't ooze like this for anyone but me." Luke had begun to sound like he was running on a treadmill when he spoke. "Look at you." He grabbed another fistful of mud and packed it against Gage's ass crack, rubbing it back and forth against the puckered hole. The grainy texture was maddening. "You going to stop fighting me?" Gage was thrusting so wildly Luke had to struggle to slow him, dry humping his own raging cock still trapped in his jeans against Gage's nakedness. The roughness of the denim plus the mud made Gage cry out. "Oooh god.....no......don't......." Luke muffled his cry with his own mouth, biting his lower lip, tasting the bitterness of the mud, putting all his weight on Gage. Gage tried resisting but his tongue betrayed him, lapping at Luke's like a thirsty man takes to water, trying to drink him in. Luke pulled back to read his victim's fixed stare into his eyes. Gage was motionless save the rise and fall of his chest, rapidly sucking air in and out through his mouth, his eyes wild. Satisfied that he was temporarily subdued, Luke moved down to remove Gage's hiking boots. "I don't want anything on you but dirt," Luke smirked as he pulled off the boots, then the jeans. "And me." For a split second, Luke turned his eyes off Gage to toss his boots and jeans far enough to make it harder for Gage to find them in the growing darkness. Gage lept to life in what he knew was his only opportunity, scrambling to his feet and lunging at Luke, toppling him, trying his best to choke him. But his arousal had weakened him. Luke lay still on his back, Gage's hands wrapped around his throat. He sensed Gage's hesitation. "You want to choke ME?," he taunted. "You don't have the balls. Do it. DO IT!" The rage had returned to Luke's eyes. Gage loosened his grip briefly then squeezed tighter again. Gage's eyes were desperate, and now Luke could see it was not he Gage was fighting. Gage was fighting himself. Luke slowly raised his hand and placed it on Gage's mud-caked thigh, moving it toward his angry erection. "Is that what you want? To hurt me?" He gripped its base gently and very slowly slid his grip up the shaft. Gage groaned and tightened his hold. "Let go," Gage muttered, trying to back his hips away from Luke's grasp. Luke's eyes never left his. He stroked harder. "You know when I touch your cock, it's like I'm touching my own. I know just how to touch you. I know you, Gage. I know what you need. Why can't you let me give it to you?" He moved his hand up and rubbed Gage's faint treasure trail up and down, tracing his appendectomy scar from when he was a teenager. Gage tried to lunge back out of Luke's reach while still keeping his hands on him. "What do you want from me?" Gage's gaze was steely but Luke could see the sadness underneath. "Everything." Gage closed his eyes and slowly opened them searching Luke's face. He wasn't sure what for. He marveled at how Luke was being with him - like the wolf that could rip your throat out, choosing instead to roll over and let you touch it. He loosened his hold on Luke's throat, sliding his right hand up to rub his thumb across Luke's mouth, pushing into it like a curious child who's found something he can't quite identify. He began to paw it harder, wiping the mud away with his fingers. He bent forward, his tongue licking away the rest of the mud, pulling back to tease Luke. Luke's patience was fading. He grabbed Gage's hair and pulled him down, onto his back, and held him fast, fucking his mouth with his tongue, pushing as far as he could into him. Luke paused taking in the site of his prey naked, covered in a thin layer of dried and drying mud. "Mmmm it's all over you," Luke groaned as he sucked Gage's neck, moving down to bite his nipple. Gage's cries were getting louder. Luke rose up to he knees and pulled his own shirt off, letting Gage see the mud caked on his massive frame, matted into the fuzz on his pecs. Gage whimpered and reached up for one of Luke's tender nipples, who rewarded him by dipping low enough for him to lick the mud off it. Luke growled; his hands were all over Gage - running up and down his body, pawing his balls, fingering his crack. "Ugh, want you so bad," Luke breathed. "Shit! Goddamnit, Toby!" Luke's bark startled Gage out of his fog, and he realized he hadn't felt Luke's young Doberman pissing on him, on his left side near his ribs and his left arm. It's warmth felt soothing. "Should have done that myself," Luke smirked, moving up and off Gage. "Guess he's jealous." "Did you get to him too?" "No. You're the only dog I need to fuck." Gage moved to get up, his stubborn cock refusing to budge, and was abruptly stopped by Luke's boot on his chest. "Stay. Gooood dog." This was like one of those dreams where you wake up but can't move, Gage thought to himself, a cloudy mixture of real and unreal. Everything in him was saying flee, but his body wouldn't let him. Luke walked toward the house. The porch light came on, casting a faint yellow glow out into the yard, it's edge nudging the mudhole. Gage felt like a fool, but oddly enough, safe. Luke returned with the garden hose already putting out a good stream, and took aim at Gage, rinsing the piss and mud off his crotch and torso. "There. Now I can taste you," Luke tossed the hose aside and went to kneel by Gage, noticing he had started to shiver. "Too cold for ya?" Luke teased. "Fuck this. Where are my clothes?" The cold water had brought Gage to feeling more like his old self. He'd had enough. Luke shrugged, and stood motionless as Gage brushed angrily past him toward the house, looking around in vain for his clothes. Gage was feeling shame in his nakedness; his legs were weak. Once inside Gage went immediately to the bathroom and got in the shower. The heat felt even better than expected against his tired muscles. Taking his anger reluctantly with it, the mud began fleeing his skin, puddling at his feet in a brown soup. Blood from a few scrapes earned in the scuffle trickled down as well. He soaped his body, running his hands over his flesh, imagining how he must feel to Luke. The soap's scent was familiar, he had noticed it on Luke before. Bathing himself in Luke's smell made his cock throb. He could still taste Luke, still smell him. And now his ass was betraying him, aching to be filled. He leaned back against the tile, closed his eyes and began to jack his begging cock, fingering his own hole. Images flashed in his mind - Luke's cock, his mouth, his eyes, his heaving chest, the veins that snake down his forearms. He remembered Luke savagely flogging the slave, and imagined being whipped by him, fucked by him up on all fours, collared and leashed by him....... Luke was watching. He could make Gage out behind the opaque sliding door of the shower. Naked but still mud soaked, he began to stroke himself. His cock was like lead. He smiled knowing Gage had enjoyed himself more than he wanted Luke to know. He liked getting inside Gage's head almost as much as his ass. "Having a good time?" Startled, Gage wiped the steam off the shower door. He couldn't read Luke's face but could see he was naked. Luke moved into the shower, pushing Gage aside to step into the stream, rinsing himself clean. Gage admired his powerful back, firm ass and strong legs while Luke finished his shower as if Gage wasn't there. Motherfucking son of a bitch, Gage seethed. Another game, another attempt to teach me a lesson. He was always playing Luke's game, but Luke couldn't play alone. Yeah, fuck him. He can't play alone. Though still soapy he moved to slide the shower door and exit when suddenly Luke whipped around, pushed Gage under the shower against the tile, grabbing a fist full of his balls. Gage cried out and Luke pushed his hand over his mouth, muzzling him. "Mmmmmmmmpppphhhffffffffffuuuuuuckkk......" Luke could feel Gage's anger against his palm as he tried to spit out a torrent of obscenities. "I think you missed a spot," Luke hissed, tightening his grip on Gage's sac. "I also think you need to calm the fuck down." Gage's eyes were like fire. "You calm?" he asked pulling down on Gage's balls. Gage tightened his eyes shut and nodded, moaning a muffled 'yes'. "Good boy." Luke slowly loosened his grip and left the shower, draping a white towel at his waist. Gage noticed Luke's erection was gone and felt strangely disappointed. "You're not in much shape to be driving," Luke spoke to him like a parent. "Waaaaaay too much anger. What's it like carrying all that around all the time?" Gage stayed silent. "Take the guest room; sweats in the dresser," Luke said as he tipped his head toward the hall. He studied Gage's face briefly. "Guess you see me as an enemy after all." Gage wanted to speak, wanted to explain he simply couldn't give Luke what he wanted, but thought better of it. He was at last alone - his balls ached, his head ached, his cock finally going flaccid. Just one night, he thought to himself. Tomorrow he could leave Luke's house, Luke's life; leave him behind. Just like you've left them all behind, a voice in his head nudged. Gage pulled a T-shirt and sweats from the dresser drawer as Luke had instructed. They were Luke's. They smelled like Luke. Again his cock sprang to attention as he pulled them on, but he was too tired to give it attention. He got into bed and started drifting off, happy to be warm and clean. Yeah, just one night. He could deal with that. Several hours later, Gage was dreaming. Luke's hands were running along his legs, his mouth nibbling his inner thighs, licking and biting the tender flesh where the leg joins the body. He felt a mouth sucking his bulge through cloth, making him ache. Gage stirred, coming out of his slumber just enough to reach for his hardening cock. He felt hair - it was Luke's head. Still in a sleepy fog he pushed against it, testing its realness. "Luke?" he managed to whisper. This was no dream. Luke became more aggressive, mouthing him through the sweats until they were soaked through with cockdrool. Luke roughly pulled them off, awakening Gage enough to see that Luke was nude, sprawled on his stomach between Gage's legs. Luke began kissing Gage's balls, gently, quietly, slowly, licking and fondling them as if in silent praise, brushing his nose across them letting them rest on it's bridge, biting lightly on the skin between his balls and ass. "Ooooh fuck.... ," Gage was moaning loudly, and reached for his own now straining cock. Luke took his hand, stopping him, taking Gage's cock, squeezing it's thickness, watching the precum dribble down the back of his hand. Luke lapped at Gage's cock, running his tongue slowly from base to tip, nipping and kissing up and down the shaft while Gage quickly removed his T-shirt. "Mmmmmm, suck me," Gage begged. But Luke stayed silent, using his entire body to pleasure him, rubbing his legs against Gage's legs, his feet against Gage's feet, his belly against the tip of Gage's oozing cock. Luke moved up silently and devoured Gage's open mouth, who offered no resistance. Luke then turned on his side, positioning his cock near Gage's mouth, and the two men began the 69 ritual they had performed a few times before. Luke groaned loudly upon first entering Gage's mouth. He worked Gage's cock until the tip hit the back of his throat, struggling against his need for air as long as he could. Gage fondled Luke's ass while he sucked him, running his finger along his crack, tracing his hole. Gage was wild with raw desire; he felt the need to taste every part of Luke welling inside him. Luke shifted, sitting up and straddling Gage's face, facing away from him. He had never allowed Gage inside him, not even a finger or tongue. Yet now he offered his ass for Gage to taste, pumping furiously at his own cock. Gage circled Luke's hole slowly with the tip of his tongue, eliciting a cry from Luke that could have been mistaken for pain. He lapped hungrily at Luke's ass, like a dog licking his master's face, wetting it, reaching around pulling Luke's hand off his own cock, replacing it with his own. As Gage stroked Luke, he plunged his tongue as deeply into him as he could, pistoning it in and out. Luke was panting, steadying himself by reaching his hands back and bracing against the mattress, grinding against Gage's face. "Stop....stop.....don't want to cum yet..." Luke turned to face Gage and once again sprawled on top of him, kissing him so deeply Gage felt like he might suffocate, tasting himself on Gage's mouth. The two stayed eye to eye though their faces were too close to register more than a blur. Gage felt the intensity getting out of control and grabbed a handful of Luke's hair, pulling on it and biting down on Luke's lower lip. Luke grunted in pain and squeezed Gage's cock tight enough to make him wince, then loosened his grip to a slow stroke. "Eaaaasy," he whispered. "Easy." Luke suckled and bit on Gage's nipples making him bellow like a wounded bull. His mouth moved down to Gage's abdominal scar, pushing his tongue strongly against it, tracing it's length. Gage's hand instinctively went to Luke's head to push him away, but Luke was unrelenting. Gage slowly tucked his hand back and stroked Luke's hair - another sign of his surrender and trust. Luke slid further down to lap softly at two of the cuts on Gage's knee he'd caused when they fought. Then his mouth found Gage's hole. He lapped at it greedily, pushing easily inside, impaling him. A task he had once assigned to a slave, as if it were menial, Luke was now eagerly doing himself. But this was different. The slave's ministrations had felt rote and disconnected; Luke was making love to him. Gage was now moaning loudly on every exhale, offering himself freely, pushing his ass against Luke's tongue. His hard nipples, tweaked off and on by Luke, rising with his breathing. Luke started to speak against Gage's hole, his hot breath whispering against it like you would an ear. "You taste so good, baby. Soooo good." He alternated licking with kissing Gage's opening, and continued to talk against it.. "So, you never answered me. How long after I fucked you did you feel me inside you? Tell me." "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, all night," Gage was so aroused he was shivering. "How many times did you cum?" "Mmmmmmm, three. Three." Luke started sucking on Gage's puckered ass, gently at first, then harder like you would a straw in a thick milkshake. "Have you let anyone fuck you since me?" "No," Gage whimpered. He had started making the same animal sounds Luke had heard when the slave was tongue fucking him before. "Has anyone touched you?" Luke panted "Touched your cock?" "Just me." Gage turned to half bury his face in the pillow. A tear slid down his left cheek. If Luke noticed, he didn't let on. Luke took his attention from Gage's begging ass, making him whimper. Luke's cock was desperate for release. He raised up pausing to look at Gage, breathing his scent, feeling him squirm beneath him. Gage could sense how urgent Luke's desire had become. The naked longing on Luke's face was unsettling. Gage turned his head, and his body followed, moving to roll over, offering his ass to Luke. He wanted to be taken this way, needing to give himself completely. "Want to see you," Luke ordered, pulling Gage back onto his back. "But...." "Not yet..........," Luke pushed his thumb as far into Gage's hungry mouth as he could. Gage sucked it desperately. Kneeling astride Gage, Luke reached up and removed the black leather cord he wore around his neck, now moist with his sweat, and raked it across his soaked cock. He fastened it at Gage's throat, rubbing his thumb across it and Gage's flesh. "I don't want you to take this off. Only I get to. And next time I do I'm going to tie it around your cock." Gage moaned and reached for Luke's swollen purple cock head, but Luke kept him at bay with 2 fingers worming up his ass. "It's light, you won't remember it's there most of the time, but whenever you see it or feel it, I want you to feel me, to remember this - remember when I first....." Luke stopped himself before finishing, but Gage knew what he was going to say, what he meant. This was no casual fuck, no 'scene' like before. And Gage realized that this was just as difficult for Luke as it had been for him; there were after all, no props, no lashes, boots or whips. "Ooooooooh, pleaaaaaase....." Gage begged pitifully, as Luke snaked three fingers exageratedly slow in and out of his aching hole, rubbing the finger of the other hand back and forth over Gage's soaked piss slit. "Please what?" "Mmmmm, let me......." "Let you cum?" "Uuuuuuugh" Gage was frantically trying to roll over now, to escape Luke's Chinese-water-torture light stroking on his cock tip. Luke didn't stop him as he flipped onto his belly, instead pulling him up on all fours. "Wider," Luke spread Gage's legs further apart, exposing his gaping hole. The precum had slid down his crack making it glisten. "Stroke your cock" Gage groaned in disbelief but reluctantly followed Luke's commands. He was so close but didn't want to cum until Luke was inside him. "Stop," Luke ordered. Gage began whimpering like a child. Luke touched the swollen mushroom head of his cock to Gage's hole, rubbing his back and ass cheeks. "I'm gonna give you want you want." "Fuuuck! Do it!" Gage angrily panted. Luke slid just the tip inside, holding it there. Gage tried to back further onto it but Luke pulled back, then reached around to pinch Gage's nipples punishingly hard. Gage cried out. "More......more." Luke stayed still, keeping just the tip in, feeling Gage shudder, he hole clamping so tight on it, then pulled his cock from Gage's body. It jerked and throbbed in protest. Luke was struggling to keep control, but his ragged breathing gave him away. Gage turned to look at him, wild and confused, and angry. Luke rolled him over on his back, making him lie in the wet from his own cock. Gage was pawing at him, trying to pull him onto the raw highway of nerves he didn't even recognize anymore as his own body. "Told you I wanted to see you." Luke quickly positioned Gage's legs up over his shoulders and held Gage's arms down like he had in the mud. His cock once again found its warm, wet home. He plunged into Gage as hard as he could, no lube, no waiting. He drove deep up to his balls, sending a hot shot of pain and unbearable pleasure through Gage. He fucked him like an animal, like his cock was trying to pull him inside out as you would a sock. "Cum for me. Cum for me now. You denied me for so long." Luke's cock was stretching Gage, filling him, until Gage's cock relented. One final slam against his spot sent thick ropes of cum spewing and clinging onto Luke's fuzzy chest and taut belly. When the cum hit him, Luke's balls pulled up tighter and his own climax overtook him, shaking him as he kept up his rhythm in Gage's ass, feeling it tug on his impossibly tender flesh, gutting Gage with his spunk. He stayed inside Luke, even as he was softening, pulling out only after he'd rubbed Gage's jizz into his own pecs, his nipples, his belly. He lay beside Gage and rubbed a cum soaked hand against Gage's abdomen and reddened nipples, pushing his fingers against Gage's mouth as he came down, making him suck himself off of them. He nipped and bit at the cord he's placed at Gage's throat, pulling at it his with his teeth. "I won't take it off," Gage whispered, a final reassurance though now Luke needed none. "Only with you." Gage liked the thought of being completely naked, with nothing touching his body, only for Luke. He reached up and fingered his "collar," hooked his finger under it and tugged. It was strong, like Luke. The thought of Luke "marking" him this way, the similarity to the slave's collar, and Luke's drying precum all over it made Gage's cock stiffen again. Luke moved closer to Gage and kissed him deeply; seeing him harden made him want to take him again. Gage looked lost in thought. "What are you thinking about," Luke whispered. "You."

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Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 14:50:41 From: john smith <ostrich78@hotmail.com> Subject: Living At Dad's House: Part 6 THE FOLLOWING STORY IS FICTION. If you are under age 18, or are offended by stories of homosexual S and M, go away and don't read this. THE STORY IS NOT INTENDED TO CONDONE OR ENCOURAGE THE ABUSE OF MINORS. IF YOU FIND THIS SCENE INTERESTING AND ARE TRAVELLING TO SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, YOU MAY E MAIL ME AT ostrich78@hotmail.com Living At Dad's House: Part VI After George, Patrick, and their dads left the house, I was surprised and pleased that my dad and Jason's announced they were going golfing for the day. Once they left, Jason and I wasted no time talking. "Jesus, did you hear George scream?" I said. "Hey, that was nothing compared to Patrick" said Jason. "Guess they'll have some marks come Monday too" "Serve `em right, the assholes". "Hey Jason, can I check out what your marks look like?" I asked. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" was the reply. We both had our clothes off in a flash, and immediately embraced. I kissed Jason deeply, our tongues flitting in and out. I felt my rock hard dick against his 6 pack stomach, and his against my flat boyish stomach. We rolled on the bed like 2 sexually ravenous animals. Soon we were in the 69, when to my amazement I began to feel something totally different. Jason was tongueing my asshole. I changed position to give him a better access to it. He tongued my asshole while jacking my cock and within a minute I had shot a huge load. Then I tongued his asshole, feeling kind of weird about it, but pleased to see the result: spurts of cum in under a minute. Then we showered off together and gave one another massages. Like the last time, we got off multiple times that afternoon, and spent a good deal of time cuddling. During this cuddle time, I asked a question: "Why do we get hard during punishment?" "I dunno...I thought it was only me until I saw it happen to you, George, and Patrick...maybe it's a reflex or something". "I think it's more than that I said: I sometimes fantasize about being tied up and spanked by cute guys...thats what I thought of last night when I jerked off" I said. Jason replied "Funny, I think of that sometimes too". "Hey, wanna get something to eat?" he asked. "Sure, my dad gave me money, lets ride our bikes down to the store and get something" I said. I thought to myself, "Good, the subject is changed...I'm not sure were that might have gone". We spent the rest of the day doing typical teen guy stuff; then Jason went home. I went off to bed, and before I knew it, it was Monday morning. Same old routine. "Hey Scott" said Susie. "Hey Susie, how was your weekend?" I replied. This led to a nice conversation: it seemed clear that the word was not out about the spanking, and for that I was grateful. The day progressed as it usually did, then we all went to practice. In the locker room, I saw George and Patrick and Jason. We nodded and smiled as we put on our uniforms, asses against the lockers. It was the usual hard Monday work out that the coach is so fond of. After that we got the predictable "hit the showers ladies" which we did. In the showers, no one could miss the backsides of the four of us: they were still purple and welted. No one said a thing to me or Jason, but they did tease George and Patarick. "Hey George, did you fall down or something?" "Hey Patrick, looks like you're having trouble sitting down". "Guys, I guess George and Patrick finally found out what it feels like" said our team captain, and everybody stopped showering and clapped. George said "listen guys, we were assholes to Scott and Jason and we got what we deserved. We won't be making fun of anybody's bruised ass again". Generally this was just good natured kidding and we were just a group of teen guys again; shooting the shit; telling stories; bragging about who was going to get laid, etc. The week progressed nicely. I saw a lot of Jason, but we kept any hint of our new relationship hidden. George and Patrick were surprisingly nice, even giving us rides home in their fancy car. As it got to be the end of the week, Patrick surprised us by inviting George, Jason, and me to go camping on Saturday. The plan was to hike a few miles into the woods, then camp out. We checked with our dads, and it was OK as long as they knew were the campsite was, and as long as we checked in by cell phone. Saturday morning came, and the four of us headed off to the woods. The hike was actually more like 8 miles, and took us near a stream located in a small 30 by 50 foot meadow. We set up our tents, ate, and then decided that since we were so hot we would get comfortable and cool off in the stream. As one might expect, we were soon splashing, tackling, rough housing, and chasing one another around the meadow and stream. It would have been quite a sight: 4 young males running around in the warm sun without clothes. As we settled down, each boy began to make comments about the other. "Hey Patrick, you've still got a nasty bruise there" sad Jason. "Yeah, how come your ass is now so lily white" he retorted. "Because I'm tougher: I've gotten it more than you". "Well look at George's ass", I said. "It's almost all healed up too". "Lets see yours Scott...yeah, just a few marks". As this conversation progressed, there was some touching of one another's scars, and pretty soon things became a little stiffer...everybody was getting hard. "Jesus Jason, you're all boned up" said George. "You are too George, it just isn't as big" he replied. "Fuck You Jason: it's the skill of the fisherman not the size of the rod" said George. Everybody laughed, and there were lots of other comments about dicks, their sizes and shape; whether it was better to be circumcised, how far everyone had gone with the girls, etc. Then quiet descended on our group. It was a little awkward. Jason was the one who brought it up: "I'm totally boned...so fucking horny I'm going to bust a nut...I'm going to jerk off". The other boys started laughing, but they were boned up too, and soon everyone was pumping away, lying on their backs, in the meadow. George then surprised us "Hey, I've got an idea; last one to cum gets spanked". I piped in "No, first one that cums gets to spank second one that cums who gets to spank the third one who cums". Soon we were furiously jerking off: I shot a load all over my chest and yelled "first!". Seconds later it was Jason "Second"; then a minute later George managed to pop his nut, then a few seconds later it was Patrick. We lay there panting and covered in cum until I got up and went to the stream to wash up. The others followed. Then, I announced it: "Jason, your ass is mine". He put forth no objection and just said "So what are you going to use on me?" I replied "start with my hand, then the belt". I sat on a fallen log and draped Jason over me. His 9 inch cock throbbed against my leg. And my smaller rod throbbed against his stomach. I raised my hand tentatively and gave a lame `smack'. Jason laughed "You're going to have to do better than that" he said. I gave a harder spank and he said "you're a wimp. My little sister could spank harder than that". George and Patrick laughed, and I decided I was going to show them. "SMACK,SMACK, SMACK, SMACK" as I rained down 4 blows as hard and as fast as I could. Jason arched his back and clenched his cheeks together. I let go with another 6, so hard that my hand stung... Jason then moaned a bit and arched some more. I had the fantasy that I would be able to get Jason to beg if I hit him hard enough, but the spanking just wasn't that effective. After about 5 minutes, I had him stand, showing his erect cock, now dripping precum as well as his flaming red ass. "Bend Over The Log" I bellowed, enjoying my new found power. Jason bent over, spreading his legs wide so that his balls were obviously swinging in the breeze and his cock was hitting his stomach with each heartbeat. I took off my belt and said "I'm going to give you five, but you have to thank me after each one". Jason said "Fuck you". I replied "When I start hearing `thank you sir', the count will begin". I reared back with my arm really high and twisted my torso then swung as hard as I could "AAAAH you fuck face, not so hard". I did it again "AAAAAH...one ...thank you sir". The next 4 followed quickly, and the reply was the same each time: a grunt, followed by "thank you sir". At the end of it, I noticed that George and Patrick were both stroking their meat. Jason, pleased that his was over, then told George: "you're up". George got down across Jason's lap as directed. Having just gotten his ass beat, Jason was in the mood to take it out on someone. He really laid into George with his hand: "Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap" rained down the blows as fast as Jason could hit him. "AAAUGH...you asshole...that hurts" said George. "That's going to cost you boy: you should never call someone an asshole when they are spanking you" replied Jason. He then seemed to double the force with which he was hitting, and slowed down. "WHAACK" went Jason's hand as hard as he could. "OOOOOOH PLEASE STOP" wailed George. Jason was in no mood to stop: he continued for another 5 minutes, reducing George to a sobbing boy. Jason however did not give him the belt, which I thought was pretty nice of him under the circumstances. George slowly got up and rubbed his now bright red cheeks "Jesus Jason, you really let me have it". "That's just `cause you're a beginner, if I really let you have it you would be in trouble" said Jason, smiling that gorgeous heart winning adolescent smile as he squeezed George's shoulder. George then announced "Patrick, you're up". Dutifully, Patrick lowered himself down for his spanking, still sporting wood. George gave him a moderate spanking for about 5 minutes, much to the disappointment of me and Jason. We both said "George, that was too easy...what a wimp...just because he's your friend doesn't mean you go easy". With that, it was back to the stream to soak the warm asses. I got in the water too, though I was not at all sore since I was the only one who escaped receiving a spanking. One thing led to another, and soon we were wrestling around and grabbing at one another. Jason wrestled me to the ground with both wrists held above my head, then kissed me deeply. Suddenly, George and Patrick stopped what they were doing and stared: SHIT, our secret was out. George and Patrick would know that Jason and I had been fooling around. I must have looked appalled, because George said "Its OK, me and Patrick fool around too". With that, George and Patrick started kissing and making out as well. Soon, the four of us were lying their in the grass sucking one another off. Being young and horny, it didn't take long before we all had shot our loads. Then it was me who came back to reality: hey guys, it gets dark in another hour, we better set up camp and get cleaned up. We then all fell to the task of setting up our big tent and sleeping bags as well as preparing our evening meal. TO BE CONTINUED.

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Date: Wed, 02 Oct 2002 04:32:42 -0700 From: kinkygay stories Subject: Houseboat (Authoritarian & High School) Josh loved spending his Kentucky summers on Lake Cumberland, the houseboat capitol of the world! He worked the docks helping out boaters and tourists wherever he could earning only random wages and tips, wearing only a seafoam-colored speedo and matching flip flops from dawn to dusk, never failing to arouse the interest of quite a few girls and more than just a few boys which, of course, inevitably led to tag-alongs on various houseboats as they chugged along all up and down huge Lake Cumberland with all it's inlets and estuaries. People liked Josh right off the bat. He was always friendly and amiable and eager to lend a helping hand. Josh was a true Adonis in that always-hungry, fast-growing phase typical of all teenagers his age. It could be argued that Josh was borderline buff, his tanned smooth body taut and firm, his stomach usually soft and sensuous only occasionally showing those natural six-pack abs which teenage boys seem to have without much effort. His waist, a size 26, was as slender as his shoulders were broad, for he was a very active boy, swimming most of the time of course, but also playing basketball since he was tall for his age standing at nearly six feet. Not a single hair other than white peach fuzz could be found anywhere above his knees or elbows. His armpits were still almost as hairless as that backs of his knees and his succulent protruding pink nipples were already the size of nickels! His height more than made up for his very youthful appearance, so Josh was nonchalant about his looks and basically was a happy friendly ruffled blond-haired, deep blue-eyed boy, though his eyes rarely failed to be bright and smiling! He was a cute boy, pretty much as cute as they come, with clear smooth skin and naturally ruby-red lips and a gold earring in this left earlobe--a poster boy for gay youth if there ever was one! Oh ... something else about Josh ... He was a rather kinky boy and had a secret affinity for bondage and whipping. During one summer between his tenth and eleventh grades, sixteen-year-old Josh was hired on a rented houseboat as a cabin boy for two weeks by a nice Indianapolis couple and their seventeen-year-old son, Gavin. Like Josh, Gavin was also nice on the eyes, though nothing could top Josh's sexy appearance. But Gavin came close standing at just over six feet tall with a 28" waist, wavy auburn hair, and brown eyes. Unlike Josh, Gavin had a bit of body hair, though only in his armpits. His chest and stomach were every bit as smooth as Josh's with only the slightest hint of a trail between his belly button and the waistline of this gym shorts, under which he also wore a leopard-pattern speedo! Gavin was a shy boy, still in the closet about his gay yearnings. And Gavin too had a secret ... He was also a kinky boy, but less submissive and more dominant than Josh. Dominant scenes in movies such as "Shipwrecked" never failed to turn him on. Josh boarded their houseboat wearing only his speedo and flip flops with a toothbrush stuck halfway down the front of his speedo. That was it. He was hired for his muscle, his willingness to help out wherever needed, and his friendly personality. Gavin was definitely attracted to Josh, but didn't want to let on due to his incredible shyness. He did lose his gym shorts, however, imitating Josh's attire. Josh noticed and often smiled at Gavin in appreciation and this helped to slowly bring Gavin out of his shell. The boys helped each other with the rigging, loading, and fueling, sweating in the humid sun and swimming in the cool water. What a life!--their scantily-clad bodies negating any need for the thought of laundry. It turned out, however, that Gavin's parents ran into some old friends renting a cabin on the shore. So they let Gavin and Josh take the houseboat down and back for a few days while they stayed behind at the cabin catching up on old times over martinis and mint juleps. Gavin knew he'd probably never get another opportunity like this ... ever! That night, on their first night alone together on the boat, Gavin decided to do something about all those bottled up yearnings. And the more Gavin thought about it, the more confident he grew. As the small houseboat continued on down Lake Cumberland, he decided to assert his authority and captain of the houseboat. Hey, Josh hadn't been paid yet! Where was the younger boy to put the cash anyway?--tucked in his speedo next to his toothbrush?!! No, Gavin was 99% the boy would do as he was told. That night over a barbeque hot dogs and corn on the cob, Gavin made his move. As Josh was reclining in a chase lounge, his luscious lips smacking on and ear of corn, butter dripped down the boys smooth bare chest. "Well, we can't have any of that now, can we?" Gavin suggestively said as he, suddenly with newfound nerve, strattled the chase lounge and sat down on Josh's thighs. Josh's eyes grew wide as Gavin took the younger boy's wrists and crossed them together over his head, the soppy ear of corn dropping to the deck with thud. Josh, more out of shock than anything else, obediently left his arms extended above his head. Gavin lowered his head and began licking the butter off Josh's bare chest. "Mmmmm," Gavin moaned as his busy tongue lapped up more than just butter. Josh's arms remained motionless above his scraggly blond hair as Gavin sucked on his large protruding nipples for a long while, both boys' speedos now showing healthy bulges. Eventually Gavin licked and sucked all over Josh's smooth chest and stomach, nibbling up the younger boy's sides, taking joy in the fact that his new young friend was slightly ticklish, breathing in deep when he reached Josh's hairless armpits and licking and sucking them for another long while. Coming up for air, Gavin finally said, "The ear of corn you dropped made a mess. You'll have to clean it up ... boy." Josh liked the 'boy' at the end. "Yes, sir," he whispered. With a mischievous grin, Gavin said, "But you're my cabin boy and I'm your captain, so I'll need to punish you first." At the word 'punish,' Josh's growing erection popped out of his speedo like a jack-in-the-box, the younger boy remaining speechless and absolutely still as the older boy got up and went inside the houseboat. Gavin returned with various lengths of rope and looking at his very willing victim, pondered over the various positions he could tie him up in. Finally making his decision, he took Josh by the arm, stood him up, and tied his wrists together in front of him. Gavin then escorted Josh over to a support post where he backed the younger boy against it and raised the boy's arms high above his head, tying them off so high that Josh had to stand on his tippy toes. After tying Josh up, Gavin danced his fingertips down Josh's long sinuous arms and passionately kissed him on the lips, Josh opening his mouth and receiving Gavin's tongue. Gavin glided the palms of his hands down Josh's very smooth sides and pushed his seafoam speedo all the down to his ankles. Then he stepped back to admire his prize. There Josh stood with his arms stretched high above his head, his chest puffed out and his stomach sucked in, his rock hard boner tip shiny with precum, struggling to maintain a footing on his tippy toes. Gavin couldn't resist dropping to his knees and touching his lips to the tip of Josh's penis, licking the precum off and sucking more out. Finally Gavin had the entire shaft of Josh's boner in his mouth, his fingers kneading the younger boy's tight butt cheeks, occasionally smacking Josh's outer thigh hard with either hand. Josh was deliriously horny as he tried to perform for Gavin, tugging this way and that on the ropes, eventually shooting his cum down Gavin's throat, all of which Gavin swallowed. Coming up for air, Gavin looked up into Josh's eyes, licking his lips, stood up, caressed Josh's chest once again, now glistening with sweat, stepped back and said, "Turn around, boy." Josh did as his was told, dancing on his tippy toes, spinning around 180 degrees at his wrists, pressing his chest into the support post and his hips into the railing. Taking another length of soft thin nylon rope, Gavin dipped it in the water, brought it up, and lashed it hard across Josh's bare back. Josh's entire body arched upward as he let out a loud whimpering yelp, his head flying backwards, temporarily losing his footing and hanging from his wrists. The second lash came before Josh had had a chance to regain his footing, and then the third lash and the fourth lash ... lash after lash after lash ... all up and down Josh's lovely frame from his speedo still around his ankles to his shoulders. Although Gavin was whipping Josh pretty hard, it didn't really sting much and the marks left behind were barely noticeable and would probably clear up in less than an hour. After 50 or so lashes, Josh pretended to be unconscious as Gavin approached him from behind and tenderly kissed his back for quite a while. Josh's penis was rock hard once again, but he continued to to feign listlessness as Gavin untied him and dragged him into the cabin, his seafoam speedo coming off his cute feet and being left far behind. The ear of corn had long since been forgotten. Gavin lifted Josh onto the bed and lay down beside him, caressing his quivering stomach. Then, moving one leg over Josh's legs, Gavin reached around and gripped the hair on the back of Josh's head and pulled him close kissing him passionately on the lips and grinding his rock-hard erection into Josh's hip. Josh's wrapped his arms around Gavin's bare torso and caressed his older friend's back with his tender fingers. With Gavin's pelvis grinding in rhythm to their dancing tongues, his erection now fully out of his leopard speedo, Gavin shot his load all over Josh's still quivering stomach at which point Josh then rolled Gavin over onto his back and began rocking his pelvis up and down never coming up for air as his tongue continued wrestling with Gavin's. Josh again shot another load up onto Gavin's stomach as the two boys kissed without stopping. Finally, exhausted and rolling onto his back, his eyes closed, Josh felt Gavin's tongue eventually lick the cum from his stomach and penis. Then it was Josh's turn to clean Gavin's stomach and penis with his tongue. For the rest of the night, Josh and Gavin held each other tightly, knowing their romance would be short-lived, each boy having to go his separate way in a few days. But they would no doubt keep in touch and they would never forget this one wonderful summer in Kentucky.

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Date: Wed, 18 Sep 2002 19:33:26 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerome Skorpio Subject: Jason and Kershaw (m/m, author, inter) Author: Jerome Skorpio jeromeskorpio@yahoo.com Title: Jason and Kershaw Jason and Kershaw were college roommates. Both were straight, good-looking, well-built athletes, Jason was white of Irish descent, Kershaw was black. They got along well and often dated the same chicks, which tended to be co-eds that put out since neither of them were looking to fall in love, as young as they were. One night, Jason and Kershaw got drunk over a few pitchers of margaritas with two girls, Tammy and Sheila. After the girls had a few too many, they split, but the room mates stayed until they were hammered and staggered back to the dorm, where they did several shots of tequila and drank beer while watching a porno tape until they passed out. The next morning, Jason woke up first, to find himself lying beside Kershaw on one of the beds. Jason was fully dressed, but Kershaw had his jeans and boxers pulled down to his ankles, with his long, soft, black, uncut penis resting limp against his bare thigh. Jason tried to wake his roommate up, but Kershaw was still out of it. Realizing this didn't look good, Jason carefully pulled up Kershaw's pants and underwear, then went to the cafeteria for some coffee. After Jason left, Kershaw woke up. The last thing he remembered was doing shots with Jason, after which he must have passed out. He remembered dreaming that he got a killer blowjob, but that was it. Meanwhile, Jason was trying to remember what happened to him the night before. Why was his throat so sore? That never happened before when he got drunk. Even his jaw ached. Over the next 24 hours, both roommates slowly recollected what had happened, but as if through a haze. Neither was sure if it really happened or was just a very freaky dream. Jason kept getting flashbacks of a long black cock being shoved in and out of his mouth until a burst of hot cum shot down his throat. That's when Jason touched his face and found that something sticky had dried up on his chin. Embarrassed as shit, Jason rushed to the men's room to wash his face. Eventually, Jason realized it was Kershaw he dreamed about, but what if the dream really happened? No, that wasn't possible! They weren't gay. At least, Jason knew that he wasn't and he was pretty sure that Kershaw wasn't either. Why would he dream such a thing? Why did he have something crusty on his chin if it wasn't sperm? The very idea made him sick to his stomach. Kershaw, meanwhile, was putting his fragmented dream-memories together too. Was it possible that Jason had gone down on him after he passed out? Nah, Jason wasn't no freak. But why would he dream about such a thing? The roommates avoided each other for a few days and never discussed this. But Kershaw was so troubled that his cousin Mohammad, a Muslim, noticed something was on Kershaw's mind. After smoking a few blunts, Kershaw came clean with Mohammad and confessed the strange dream to him. What his cousin told him was even more disturbing. According to Mohammad, what probably happened was that when the roommates got drunk, their natural instincts took over. Whiteboys are inferior to brothers, Mohammad explained: "Yo roomie must have given in to his natural Caucasian impulses and sucked yo dick, cuz." "But he ain't no fag," argued Kershaw, who was very ashamed to think that it was true, that he had let another man go down on him. "Don't matter," said Mohammad. "Deep down, all white boys is basically fags. Didn't you ever notice whiteboys checkin out yo Johnson sometimes? They jealous cuz Allah cursed white men with little dicks, yo! Think about it, Nubians gave the world everything: the alphabet, medicine, architecture. Them Europeans stole that shit from us! We dominate them in sports, music, everything, bro! The day gonna come when all white men admit they inferior to the Black Man and that they messed up the whole planet tryin to deny it. That's when we gonna see some changes around here, know what I mean?" Kershaw said, "I still don't like the idea of another man even lookin at my johnson, let alone suck it like some bitch." "But that's what I'm telling ya, whiteboys is bitches. You remember when I was locked up for 3 years? How you think I got through that shit without no females? I had whiteboys on my jock all the time. Shit, it didn't bother me none. I even fucked that whiteboy pussy a few times. A bitch is a bitch, yo. Now, I ain't sayin I'm proud of that shit, but what the fuck. Least whiteboys is good for something, see what I'm sayin?" Kershaw felt a little better, but he still didn't like the idea of a man giving him head, even, as Mohammad said, it was the natural order of thangs. Poor Jason had no one to confide in. He was tormented by the idea that he might have sucked cock, and a nigger's cock at that! Jason didn't have anything against blacks, and didn't consider himself prejudiced, but the term "nigger" came naturally to him, as he grew up using the word at his all white high school. Jason didn't know which was worse, cocksucking in general or putting a nigger's cock in his mouth. If the dreams were true, maybe Kershaw had raped him, he figured. Niggers were animalistic when it came to sex, always bragging about how much white women craved their big cocks. Their bestial nature explained their prowess in sports, which Jason had always envied. That had to be it. If the dream was true, Kershaw must have raped him. Jason hoped to God that Kershaw didn't remember what happened that night. For the rest of the week, the two room mates avoided each other. On Friday, when they usually headed to the campus pub to pick up chicks, they both made other plans. Saturday night, they went to different bars in town and both came home drunk, drinking to forget what troubled them. Jason staggered into the room they shared to find Kershaw jerking off to a porno flick. Kershaw was drunk, not as drunk as that night, but extremely horny. Jason stood there, staring embarrassed, so fucked up he didn't know what to do. Kershaw was so horny, stroking his dick in front of his roomie, remembering everything Mohammad had said, that he said to Jason, "How about another one of them jobs, man?' "Jobs?" said Jason, not understanding. "Yahhh," said Kershaw. "I need one of them blowjobs like you gave me last time. Talkin about some head, man! Help a brotha out!" As in a trance, Jason dropped to his knees and took Kershaw's nine inch black cock between his lips. He knew what he was doing, but couldn't help himself. He licked the uncut head and sucked on it like a popsickle until the foreskin slid up and down. He couldn't believe he was actually doing it. To make matters worse, while he felt Kershaw's long black pipe push down his throat until he gagged, he could feel his own cock getting stiff! Drunk as he was, Jason wondered why he was doing what he was doing. Christ, was he really a faggot? "Yahhh, choke on it, whiteboy," said Kershaw, "Yahhh, that's what I'm talkin about. Suck the dick! Take it all the way down!" Jason did exactly as told. Even though it disgusted him, he couldn't stop. There was something in the way Kershaw spoke to him that he knew he couldn't refuse, he had to obey. It even felt good having a cock in his mouth. It felt natural submitting to another man's desires, especially a nigger. Up and down his mouth and throat took that nigger cock, for hours it seemed. At one point, Kershaw even put his hands on Jason's head and forced him down on his long dick, jamming his sausage as deep as it would go. "Suck the dick, whiteboy," Kershaw urged, totally into the pleasure this tight throat was giving. He no longer cared that it was a guy, especially seeing how Jason was getting into it,. "You like suckin this nigga dick, don't ya, whiteboy! C'mon, make me bust this nut, bitch! Suck it good! Yahhh, like that, suck it, suck it, boyeeee! Suck the dick!" Kershaw shot a thick load of hot cum down Jason's throat, then he passed out. Jason went to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet, then stumbled back to his own bed, but had a hard time getting to sleep, thinking about what he had just done and because his own cock was hard as hell. Jason tried to jerk off thinking about girls with big tits, which usually got him off, but his mind kept returning to Kershaw's cock. Finally, Jason couldn't cum until he looked over and saw Kershaw naked on the bed, his black cock limp but still larger and longer than his. The next morning, when Jason woke up, he saw Kershaw still naked on the other bed, but his black dick was fully erect. Jason had to admire consciously for the first time how much he respected and admitted his roomie's physique: not an ounce of fat on Kershaw's body, his hairless chest and abs perfectly ripped, his shoulders and arms packed with muscle, his hard cock the biggest cock Jason had ever seen, except in porno movies with Jake Steed or Sean Michaels. Kershaw said, "Good, you awake. How about some more of that shit. Git over here and git busy, yo!" What happened next was the strangest thing of all. Jason got up and kneeled over Kershaw. "Suck the dick, whiteboy," said Kershaw. It was an order. He was serious and Jason felt like he didn't have a choice. He was horny too and he actually wanted to suck his room mate's cock. Jason gave head for twenty minutes while Kershaw talked nasty, racial, sexy shit to him. The more Kershaw ordered Jason to suck his black cock, the more Jason got into it. The whole time he wondered why he was doing it, but he couldn't help himself. Damn, he wanted that black cock in his mouth so bad. Finally, Kershaw shot his load and Jason greedily swallowed every gooey hot drop! Kershaw said, "I guess you know this changes everything, boy!" "What do you mean?" asked Jason, knowing perfectly well what Kershaw was talking about. "Stand up and pull down yo drawers," said Kershaw. Again, in a tone that Jason felt he couldn't refuse. Jason pulled down his white briefs and exposed his stiff 6 and a half inch, pale, circumcised penis. "Dayumm, that all you got?" Kershaw laughed. "Cuz was right, y'all is inferior, aint ya! Dayummm!" Jason blushed with shame, both at what he had done and being ridiculed for the size of his manhood. Kershaw said, "Aiiiight, you know what you are, right?" "What do you mean?" mumbled Jason. "You a stone fag, that's what!" said Kershaw. "And you got a thing for black dick, don't ya! Look at you, man, yo dick is hard as shit. You really get into this shit, don't ya! Dayumm, my roomie is a fuckin cocksucker! Let me hear you say it, yo!" Jason hesitated. Everything about Kershaw's body, voice, attitude, made him want to submit, but still he hesistated. It couldn't be true! He loved girls, he wasn't a fag. But the fact was that he sucked a nigger's dick for the third time, and this time he was cold sober. "Let me hear you say it, or I'm gonna tell everyone what a fuckin cocksucker you are!" Slowly, the words came out of Jason's mouth. "I.... am..... a.... cocksucker. I guess. Please, man, don't tell anyone about this shit. I was fucked up! I didn't know what I was doing." "The fuck you didn't," said Kershaw. " I think you like taking orders from a brotha, don't ya?" Jason stood there, not saying anything, but his thin white cock was still standing at attention, and he knew that Kershaw was right. There was something about the way that Kershaw spoke to him that Jason knew made him feel helpless and submissive. Of course, Kershaw knew why. It was because whiteboys are naturally inferior to black men. A black man would never suck a dick, but get a white boy drunk enough and he would do anything! Only now Jason wasn't drunk and he still obeyed him. Kershaw decided to put his power over this whiteboy to the test. "From now on, you gonna do whatever I tell you, understand?" All Jason could do was to nod his head. He was humiliated, but he knew it was true. Even if he wanted to disobey Kershaw, he feared that his room mate would expose him for a faggot. Kershaw decided to put his power to the test. He ordered Jason to lie down on the floor and give him 50 pushups. Jason did what he was told, while Kershaw laughed at him, a deep, cruel, smug laughter of triumph at his mastery over this whiteboy. Mohammad was right! Kershaw wondered how far he could push his power. "Lissen up, whiteboy," he said, as an evil idea came to him to test the extent of his newfound authority. "I want you to crawl on yo hands and knees into the bathroom and stick yo face in the fuckin toilet! Do it now, bitch!" Jason not only did as he was told, he wanted to do it. It was disgusting putting his face in the water of the toilet bowl, but he couldn't help himself. The water was cold. "Drink it up, like you a puppy dog," ordered Kershaw. Jason obeyed, hating himself, but helpless to refuse, because it made his cock so hard. While Jason had his face in the toilet, Kershaw stood over him and took a long piss, his hot urine splashing over Jason's head. "Keep drinkin, freak!" said Kershaw. "Drink my fuckin piss." After Kershaw was done pissing, he made Jason take a big gulp of piss-water from the bowl, then gargle it like mouthwash and swallow it! From that day on, Kershaw had total mastery over his white roommate. Most of the time he just had Jason wash his clothes and buy him beer and pay for his meals, but some nights when Kershaw was horny but couldn't get any pussy, he made Jason go down on him. One night, Kershaw decided he wanted to fuck Jason in the ass. The whiteboy's ass was so tight that he resisted taking it, so Kershaw tied him down to the bedposts spread-eagle on his belly and raped his plump white ass. He had to gag Jason's mouth with a rag to keep him from hollering. Another time, Jason returned to the dorm room to find Kershaw hanging out with two other black friends of his, whom Jason recognized from the basketball team. At first, Kershaw merely demonstrated his power over Jason by making the whiteboy go to the liquor store for them, but after they got drunk, Kershaw proved that his roommate would do anything he told them to, by making Jason give them pushups on command.. "Shit, this bitch will even suck yo dick, if I told him to," boasted Kershaw. "You bull-shittin," scoffed Tyrese. Kershaw smiled and ordered Jason to get down on his knees and open his mouth. Of course, Jason had no choice but to obey. He was totally under Kershaw's power. Tyrese, skeptical, lowered his sweatpants and let his big cock hang out. It was soft, but still large, about six inches, almost as big as Jason's cock when fully hard. "Show yo dick, boy," Kershaw ordered. When Jason pulled out his cock, it was hard, but nowhere near the size of Kershaw's or Tyrese's black serpents. The three black men laughed at Jason. It was funny as hell, not just seeing a whiteboy do what he was told, but seeing his useless white dick, as well. "Now, suck the dick," said Kershaw. Jason went down on Tyrese and sucked his cock until Tyrese busted a nut in the whiteboy's mouth. "Dayummm," said Tyrese. "I want me a whiteboy for a roommate now!" The other brother, Malcolm, wanted his dick sucked too. By the end of the night, Jason swallowed three loads of hot, thick African sperm down his throat! For the rest of the semester, Jason was like a slave to these black men. Whatever they told him to do, he did. He couldn't help himself and he loathed himself for doing it, all the more because it turned him on. After that semester, Jason thought it was over. His new roommate, Malik, was also black, a quarterback. Jason lusted after Malik, but tried to put the past behind him. He didn't want to be a faggot, a slave to niggers, even though the memory of his semester with Kershaw haunted him and kept his cock hard. He hoped it was all over until two weeks into the new school year, when there was a knock at his door. It was Kershaw, Tyrese, and Malcom. "Hey, bro," said Kershaw to Malik, ignoring Jason altogether. "You lucked out gettin this whiteboy for a roomie!" Kershaw and his boys told Malik everything! So, Jason was in for another semester of hell and pleasure. He never fucked a girl again. He tried a few times, but couldn't get it up. The only thing that turned Jason on was black cock and doing whatever he was told, the nastier and the more disgusting, the more he wanted to do it. Malik quickly discovered the fun of making a whiteboy stick his head in the toilet and paying for his meals, not to mention giving head. After graduation, Jason started hanging out at gay bars and train stations, to satisfy his insatiable craving for dominant black men to use and abuse him. Eventually, Jason ended up in the hands of a gay black top, whose knowledge of torturing and manipulating whiteboys was extreme. Jason had his nipples pulled and twisted so brutally that they swelled up three times as big. He started referring to his asshole as a pussy. He not only accepted being a faggot, he understood what it meant to be a whiteboy in a black man's world: nothing more than a cocksucking pussy, a slave, a piece of shit!

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Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2001 19:50:04 -0800 (PST) From: Ed Subject: 'Capturing Tommy-09' (t/t,oral,anal,spank) Note to readers: I apologize for the long time gap between chapters 8 and 9. I have a thousand excuses, none of which are very convincing. I wish to thank those who have written to me and promise to respond in the future. The following is a brief synopsis of the first 8 chapters: Thirteen year old Tommy moved next door to Mike, a local highschool star athlete. Tommy lived alone with his mother and became infatuated with Mike. One night about a month ago, he got caught spying on Mike who was naked and masturbating to pictures of young boys on the Internet. Mike snatched him from his bedroom next door and brought him into his. He fucked Tommy and made him into his sexual slave. Mike required nightly visits from Tommy who had to strip naked or dress only in a pair of red silk panties that once belonging to Mike's girlfriend. Mike's friend Jerold was invited to meet Tommy without his knowledge and realized that he also desired having a boy to serve him in a similar manner. Colin lived with his single dad and became enamored of Jerold, secretly following him everywhere. Jerold tricked the 13 year old Colin into soiling his pants with boycum while ostensibly teaching him the correct way to shoot a basketball. He led him into his house on the pretense of cleaning the stain before it set in his clothing. He stripped Colin and placed him in his bathtub. Tommy wound up in the same tub water after Mike and he came to visit Jerold. The two boys hadn't known each other but were gifted with nearly identical bubble butts, their finest assets (pun intended). The four of them visited a store where Mike had Tommy try on girl's panties in front of the salesman. Jerold was angry with Mike for treating Tommy with a seeming disregard for the boy's feelings. Mike recognized that he had a need to humiliate Tommy in public... something that he desired to change with Jerold's help. Chapter 9 picks up where a guy that Mike befriended on the Internet by the name of 'Boyhunter' was trying to identify him. It was the morning that he and Tommy were to go swimming with Jerold and Colin in the neighbor's pool. Capturing Tommy-9 Boyhunter received the head-cropped pictures of Tommy that I had attached to an email. He was putting together the clues to my identity. This is a small town and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he solved the mystery: I had a friend whose name began with 'Jer'. 'Jer' had befriended a 13 year old red-headed boy and I had a shoulder length blonde the same age who lived right next door to me. I had bragged of my star status in both football and basketball at the only highschool in town. He surmised that my best friend 'Jer' would also be an athlete. He never missed any of the local games and knew all the players by name and sight. Suddenly, the clues all came together in his head... he knew without a doubt who I was! "I think the pink ones would look great on you today.", Mike said. "But sir..... what if someone sees me... if I wear the black ones, from a distance they at least look like a swim suit. Couldn't I just wear them instead?" "Nobody but me, Jerold and Colin will see you. Now, I won't have any more of this... change into the pink panties and meet me in the driveway. Here, take my football jersey to wear. It has a tail long enough to cover you in case the neighbors are looking. Once you get in the car though, it comes off for the drive over to Jerold's house. You know how much I like seeing you dressed only in panties. You have a beautiful body Tommy and I won't allow it to be hidden from me or my friends." We were a bit early and noticed Colin Barnes walking up the street dressed in cargo pants and an oversize football jersey with 'Hammond' (Jerold's last name) written across the back. I stopped the car and offered him a ride. Tommy literally beamed when Colin sat up front next to him. They were like two schoolgirls, giddy and affectionate as they kissed each other in greeting. It was good to see my Tommy smile again, causing me to feel more guilt. In a few minutes we were parked in Jerold's driveway and the boys piled out the passenger side, hand-in-hand. Tommy looked around nervously since he was clad only in his pink panties and nothing else save sneakers and socks. He attempted to cover himself with my football jersey but didn't dare put in on without my permission. No sense in having him put it on now because in a few more seconds we'd be inside Jerold's house and he knew the rule. Once inside he draped the jersey over a kitchen chair and dutifully removed his socks, sneakers and panties. No matter how many times I see him naked, he still takes my breath away. If only time would stand still and allow him to remain 13 years old forever. Tommy was keenly aware of the stares that Colin and me directed toward him. He shyly hung his head which made him appear even cuter... if that were possible! Jerold heard us come through the kitchen door and called from the living room for us to join him. He was sitting on the couch watching TV wearing a terrycloth robe and blue swim trunks. The robe splayed open to reveal his muscled chest and legs. He motioned for Colin to join him by patting his knee. Colin posted in front of him and while Jerold talked to me about what a great day it was for swimming, he rolled the football jersey up and off his boy. When Colin dropped his arms by his side, Jerold nonchalantly worked on the top button and zipper of his pants. That quickly, they were draped around his ankles and he stepped free of them. Jerold leaned down and untied the laces on his sneakers. A minute later Colin was barefoot and naked except for a pair of white cotton boy briefs. In the meantime, I had taken a seat in a lounge chair and perched naked Tommy on my knee. I heard Jerold ask Colin's permission to remove his briefs. Colin nodded his assent. Obviously they had a different arrangement between them. I never ask Tommy if I can take a liberty with his body, I just do it! I suggested that the two naked boys lay on the carpet in front of the TV while Jerold and I continue to talk. I knew they liked being together, besides, it provided a view of their naked asses for my video camera. I brought an extra power pack along because I intended on taking an entire VCR tape of them today. They both seemed unaware of the camera lens trained on them as they lay on their stomachs naked, ankle-to-hip. I panned from the soles of their feet, up their hairless legs, then zoomed in on their beautiful ass mounds before tracking up their spines. They could easily have been twins, their bodies were so much alike. From my vantage point, their faces were hidden. There was no mistaking who was who though. Colin's shock of red hair and Tommy's shoulder-length blonde hair ensured that. As they lay there looking at the TV, Colin put his arm across Tommy's shoulders in a show of boyish affection for his new friend. Tommy turned on his side and they touched their lips together briefly. I captured it on film and looked over at Jerold in time to see him smile at me. I felt a twinge in my stomach as old memories of Jerold and me sharing a similar moment flooded my brain. I had forgotten how nice it felt to be so totally open and honest with a best friend. I wondered if Jerold might be thinking the same thing. An awkward moment followed as we broke eye contact and looked back at our two naked boys sprawled innocently on the carpet. So far there didn't seem to be a move on either boy's part to assume a more dominant posture over the other. They seemed content to be equals. I thought perhaps that is why Jerold and I drifted apart. I tired to assume the dominant role with him and I missed the cues that he was unwilling to let me. I thought back to the anger he showed in the car after we left the store yesterday. He didn't like the way I treated Tommy, allowing him to be on display when he was fitted for his panties. Possibly his anger stemmed from thoughts of my attempt at dominance over him in our earlier boyhood relationship. Jerold sent the boys into the kitchen to fetch some cokes and I told Tommy to bring his panties along. I knew it wouldn't be long before we would head over to the neighbor's pool and it was best that we all had a covering. I was wearing swim trunks underneath my pants so I stood and removed them along with my shirt, sneakers and socks before the boys returned. Jerold slipped out of his robe so we were both in the same state of undress. A coke in each hand, our naked little boys separated and went to their respective masters. Tommy handed me my coke and his panties which I placed on the table next to my chair. I slid my left hand on the small of his back then cupped his soft buttocks. My touch must have startled him because he spilled most of his coke down on my swimsuit pouch. "Now look what you've done!", I said in a loud voice. I grabbed the coke from his hand, placed it next to mine on the table and turned him over my knee. What was merely an accident, I chose to perceive as impudence. Impudence by a slave must be dealt with immediately, every master knows that! Slap! Slap! SLAP! S_L_A_P!! My hand rose to ever higher heights in meting out the punishment that he deserved. Tommy wailed as the stinging pain in his ass became more and more acute. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Master....", he cried, again and again. In mid slap, my attention went to Colin who was standing between Jerold's legs. His reaction was one of abject fear. He backed up into his master's chest when he saw his friend being severely chastised. His reaction seemed to be more than the situation called for... he was truly scared. Seeing this, Jerold wrapped the boy in his embrace as Colin seemed to coil up in a fetal position, his eyes widened as he saw me beating Tommy's ass. My flash of anger seemed to surprise everyone, including me! After all it was just an accident. I really don't know why I reacted so violently. Jerold angrily looked at me and directed Colin's head into his hairy chest, stroking his hair like one would pet a puppy. Then he put a hand on each of Colin's asscheeks and turned his body completely inward, facing him away from me and Tommy. Colin's tiny hands encircled his left pec and closed his lips around the teat in the middle, nursing like a newborn. I stopped slapping Tommy when I saw this. I opened my legs and let him slide to a kneeling position between them. With a fervor, He began licking the material covering my coke-wet bulge. Broad stroking with his tongue, he demonstrated complete submission to me, his master. His attempt at reparations made me proud of the training I'd given him. At the same time I could feel his body shaking and heard his whimpers. It made me a bit ashamed of hurting him. I heard myself apologize. "It wasn't your fault honey, I shouldn't have punished you!" I pulled Tommy up and had him lock onto my teat just like Colin had instinctively done to Jerold. Jerold's look of complete anger toward me softened as he looked at Tommy nursing on me and I looked at Colin nursing on him. Our two little naked boys seemed to relish their roles as sucklings and it was quite some time before they broke away from our pectoral nubbins. We allowed the boys to rest for a few minutes before I nodded to Jerold and pulled Tommy's head away. I turned him around so his back was leaning against my chest. I took the silk pink panties and opened them so he could step in. It was time to go swimming. Jerold took my cue and dressed Colin in his little white cotton boy-briefs. We crossed over the property line into the neighbor's secluded back yard. Hidden behind trees and bushes was a large swimming pool with a full deck and diving board. I panned the camera around as Tommy and Colin nervously walked down the steps into the shallow end and stood knee-deep in the cool water. Jerold ran out on the board and dove head first to the pool bottom. I put down the camera and dove off the board to join Jerold. The boys playfully splashed each other, wetting their 'suits' into delightful transparency. Jerold tried to entice the boys into the deeper end but they refused to go beyond chest deep. It turns out that neither of them had learned to swim. I grinned at Jerold and told him my plan. We swam underwater and simultaneously 'debriefed' the boys. With trophies held high, they tried jumping to retrieve them. I tossed Tommy's panties onto the deck and Jerold did likewise with Colin's briefs. As I watched the airborne cotton briefs land, I thought I detected movement in the backdrop of bushes some 20 yards from the pool. I continued to look but saw nothing else and assumed that it was just my imagination. We had a great time that lasted to early afternoon. With Jerold and my help, we taught the boys at least how to save themselves from drowning. I especially liked teaching the backstroke where their little penises periscoped above the water line. The Australian Crawl was nice too because their delicious stark-white melons were visible. We both partook of those fruits at the shallow end. Tommy and Colin lay on their backs partway up the water covered steps as Jerold and I injected them with our seed. We did it side by side allowing the boys to French kiss each other while freely giving themselves to our anal penetrations. Several more times, I felt that we were being watched and let the camera run unattended, trained on the bushes where I suspected the peeping tom to be. We were having lunch and watching the tape when I saw him. Stopping the film in pause mode, a male figure was definitely there in the bushes. I was hoping that I might be able to enhance the image after transferring it to my computer. Anyway, the film turned out great. Most of it was Tommy and Colin but I managed to get some footage of Jerold also. I hadn't thought about him in a sexual way for quite some time and was surprised how truly handsome he was. I felt my cock stir several times when close-ups of him appeared on the TV screen. I thought that my sexual preferences were limited to panty clad and nude younger boys. I guess I was wrong. Colin asked Tommy if he wanted to sleep-over at his house tonight. He called his dad and received permission. Tommy didn't answer until he looked at me with pleading eyes. While I didn't like spending a night alone in my bed, I nodded my approval. Tommy called his Mom at work and she gave in to his wishes also. We drove home and I waited for him to put on some proper clothes and get his pajamas. I was pleased to see that he wore my football jersey. On the way back to Colin's house, he promised me that he would be good and stop by to see me the next morning. I exempted him from the house rule, saying that he should not remove his clothes, I wanted to do that myself. He smiled, we kissed and he bounded up Colin's driveway with the enthusiasm that only a young boy possesses. I waited until Colin and Robert Barnes, his dad, answered the doorbell and then drove away. I thought of stopping back to see Jerold but my new found confusion with my feelings toward him prevented it. I had some sorting-out to do, besides I wanted to work on identifying the figure in the VCR tape. "Dad, this is my friend, Tommy Spencer.", Colin said. "It's a pleasure to meet you Tommy. Are you in Colin's class in school? I don't remember him mentioning you before." "Ahhh... I guess I will be ... me and my mom just moved here this summer so I'm not really sure. I'm Catholic but mom can't afford to send me to the Catholic school." "I see you're wearing Mike Kimmel's football jersey and Colin is wearing Jerold Hammond's. You know back in my day, when a football player was going steady with a girl, she wore his jersey. You boys must be careful, your classmates might get the wrong impression." Tommy turned crimson at the thought of being known as Mike's girl when school started. Mike had referred to him as 'his girl' on more than one occasion but that was always in the privacy of his bedroom when he wore panties. Colin didn't like it that his dad seemed to be grilling his friend and decided to end the conversation. "Can we go now dad? I want to show Tommy my room." "Sure..sure.. go... have fun. I'll call you when supper is ready." The boys ran upstairs to Colin's bedroom. Mr. Barnes was happy that Colin found a friend his own age. He felt a twinge in his groin when he saw the firm flesh of Tommy's buttocks disappear at the top of the stairs. He didn't care much for Tommy's shoulder length hair but found the rest of him to be more than satisfactory. He couldn't wait for bedtime so he could tuck them both in. He assumed that they would share Colin's bed since there was no mention of preparing the guestroom. Boys that age, he thought, are so cute and affectionate. For a brief moment, he pictured Tommy wearing a baby-doll outfit to bed. It must be the hair, he thought that popped that odd image into his overactive brain. It was almost suppertime and he would have to get busy preparing it or plan on ordering take-out. He decided that pizza was a special treat that the boy's would prefer, besides most of the pizza delivery boys were cute. He always wound up overtipping the really cute ones. That reminded him of Jerold. Jerold wasn't a pizza delivery boy but if he were, they would have pizza just about every night. He still hadn't finished that talk with Colin. That was one more reason why he was glad that Colin had befriended Tommy. More than likely, the two of them were more interested in playing computer games than experimenting with sex. He was wrong! They were playing alright but it wasn't with the computer. As soon as Colin closed his bedroom door, Tommy and he embraced each other, their lips opened and tongues were exploring. Colin and Tommy parted only briefly to hurriedly strip off their clothing. The passion they felt for each other rivaled their passion for their masters. This was the first time they were alone and able to openly express their love for each other. They stumbled out of their clothes and fell on Colin's bed. Legs and arms intertwined, hot mouths desperately licked at every available body part. This was pure lust borne of the love that developed between them in the past couple of days. An order to their lovemaking had to be established. Colin took the initiative and told Tommy that he wanted to be fucked by him. Tommy had never done the fucking, he was Mike's fuckee. He had never even thought about doing it that way. Colin could almost read his thoughts and suggested that he imitate Mike. Tommy moved to the edge of the bed and ordered Colin to get on his knees. "Make it wet!" he said in a deep, resonant voice. That started both of them to giggling. The moment was lost and they collapsed on the bed in each others arms laughing. After a bit, they instinctively worked their way into a 69 position. The boys were both very oral and it felt so good that they continued until they heard the doorbell ring. After awhile Colin's dad called to them that supper had arrived. They broke apart, got dressed and decided for now at least they would leave the fucking to their Masters. There was more love between them than lust and tender moments with each other was something they both seem to desire more than anything. "Gee!, thanks mister!" John, the delivery boy, fingered the ten dollar tip that he just received. He knew from the other guys that this Mr. Barnes was a good tipper but he didn't expect this much! When he turned to walk away, he felt a hand brush against his taut ass. John was startled by it but didn't react. Colin's dad watched him until he got in his car and drove away. This was a bold move for him .... something he had never done before. He closed the door and hoped that the boy thought his touch was just an accident. In a few minutes, Colin and Tommy came downstairs and went into the kitchen where plates were set for their meal. "So, how was your day boys? Did you have a good time swimming with Mike and Jerold?" Colin was confused by his dad's question because he didn't remember telling him that they were going swimming. Colin didn't want to talk to his dad about their day with Mike and Jerold. They did have a lot of fun but he was sure that his dad wouldn't approve of the relationship he had with Jerold and Tommy had with Mike. Rather than lie, he decided to just ignore his question. "Thanks for the pizza dad, do you need some help cleaning up?" "No... I'll take care of it. You and Tommy can watch TV or do whatever you want. I have to complete a project for work so I'll be in the study if you need me. I'll be going to bed around 11, lets make that lights out, OK?" "OK dad, Tommy and I will probably just mess around on the computer. He found a really neat website that he wants me to see." "Nothing pornographic, I hope!" "no.... no... nothing like that... just games and stuff." Tommy also thanked him for the supper before they went back up to Colin's bedroom. Once the door was closed, Colin and Tommy stripped each other and sat on the bed kissing. There was a slight chill in the air so Colin suggested they each wear their masters' football jerseys. The oversized jerseys hung down covering their asses. The body odors of their masters impregnated the jerseys making them feel warm and safe. It was almost as if Mike and Jerold were there with them. They kissed and snuggled before sitting down at the computer. Tommy showed Colin the website that Mike liked to visit ... the one with pictures of naked boys their ages. There was a whole section of pictures that showed two or more boys together. They sat on the same chair and clicked their way through what seemed like hundreds of pictures. Colin had never seen anything like this before and felt a little guilty because he promised his dad that they wouldn't look at porn. But he wasn't sure if this *was* pornography. What could be so wrong with pictures showing boys in love and expressing that love with their bodies. They weren't doing anything that he and Jerold hadn't done together. Tommy felt Colin getting tense and tenderly hugged him. They turned off the computer and spooned together on the bed with Tommy clutching Colin to his chest. They fell asleep that way and didn't hear the soft rap at the door. Colin's dad peeked inside and saw them laying on top of the bedspread with their jerseys hiked up, the curve and contours of their twin naked butts on display. They looked like two little angels, fresh and innocent. He got a blanket from the drawer and covered them with the same reluctance one would feel if told to cover a Michaelangelo masterpiece. He leaned over and kissed them both on the cheek. Colin's dream about Jerold and now Colin laying in bed with Tommy, evidence was building that his son was gay and it didn't bother him. How could any person, male or female *not* fall in love with that face, that lithe, hairless body. And laying beside him was a blonde copy of his son's captivating boyish good looks and charm. On his way out of the bedroom he noticed a pair of pink, silk panties laying on the carpet by the door. He picked them up and brought them to his nose. The fragrance of Tommy in them was unmistakable. He closed Colin's door and walked down the hallway to the bathroom, panties held firmly to his face. Without even turning on the light, he pounded his cock with his free hand and sprayed the shower floor and wall with his manly seed. He affixed the elastic band on his head with his nose buried in the pouch and turned on the jet of steaming hot water. Images of Tommy modeling the tiny garment for him caused the second discharge followed immediately by a third. After toweling off he quietly dropped the panties back in Colin's room where he found them. He slept soundly until the alarm clock buzzed him awake at 6 AM. to be continued. emails to author62@yahoo.com

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Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 04:52:22 -0800 From: C. Olt Subject: Timothy Part 2 Timothy Part 2 By COlt tennormalcoys@hotmail.com AIM: undrconstruktion Tim watched the heavyset man rub his crotch as he walked up to the gloryhole. The man had a big gut but he thinned out below the waist which made rubbing his cock kind of comical to watch. He had to lean to the right and reach around to get a good grip on the bulge in his jeans. Tim would have laughed at the sight except for the fact that very soon he would be sucking this man off. "Those are some beautiful lips you have, babe." The guy said as he popped open the fly of his jeans. "What do ya say to wrapping them around my joint! I have had a fucked up day and dumping my load down your throat should help take the edge off. Ya want that baby? Ya wanna eat this cock 'til I fill your gut with my sperm?" Tim squirmed at the thought of another guy adding to the cum he had already swallowed but what choice did he really have. "yes, Sir." he whispered. The man chuckled as he pulled out his cock and slowly stroked it. "Well baby, that don't sound to convincing but I figure before the store closes you will be quite the cum junkie. Don't worry about this taking too long tho 'cause Russ informed me that there will have to be a time limit. Seems there are a shitload of guys milling around the store waiting for the V.I.P. treatment so we need to speed things up. I would rather take my time and see if you can get this thick fucker down your throat but don't you worry kid, I will be back later when things slow down a bit. Maybe then I can get a nice throat massage for my cock, sound good?" Tim, terrified at the thought of one cock after another fucking his mouth, croaked out his response, "yes, Sir." "Ok baby, lets get to work. Why dont you start by slicking up my cock, get it good and wet with your spit." Tim stuck out his tongue and slowly licked around the head of the thick cock. A sharp tangy flavor struck Tim as he slurped up a huge drop of precum. As the cock became coated with spit the man slowly started sliding more in. Not all the way but enough that Tim could feel the tickle of the mans pubic hair on his nose. The thick cock stretched Tims lips more than he thought possible. "Oh fuck yeah, babe. You sure do have a hot mouth!! Damn, that heat and your hot, slick tongue are gonna get me off fast!! Why don't you just apply some serious suction while I fuck your face. C'mon babe, tighten those lips!! Oh yeah! Hang on kid, you got me hard as a rock and I am ready to fuck a load down your throat!! Keep it up, baby, Oh.....YEEEEAAAAAHHH!" The man started slowly fucking Tims mouth. After a few thrusts Tim realized that there would be no throat fucking from this man. The mans gut hit the wall which left the last inch or so of cock from reaching Tims throat. Tim was glad that the man could not stuff his cock down his throat but a minute later realized that the thickness alone was enough make him gag. His mouth contracted around the hard shaft and as he gagged a huff of air blew out against the mans crotch. "Oh yeah, kid, gag on that thick fucker!! The man said as he started thrusting faster. "Choke on my big cock while I dump my load onto your tongue!! Get ready baby, I'm...... gonna....... feed you.....a BIG fuckin' load! Keep suckin!!" Tim stopped sucking and just let the man fuck his cock in and out of his mouth. He could feel the cock get harder just as the thick vein started pulsing against his tongue. "Don't just give me lips, boy!" The man yelled. "SUCK!!!! Suck that cock!!! Suck IT!!!! Fuck yeah!!!" Tim tightened his lips and started sucking just as the cock in his mouth squirted out a thick, glob of cum. Tim sucked a deep breath in through his nose as the second blast filled his mouth. Tim reflexively swallowed the thick cum as the thrusting cock kept fucking out squirt after squirt, filling his mouth for the second time. After a few minutes the man stood completely still and let his shrinking cock rest on Tims tongue. "That......was fuckin' hot, babe!" The man said between heaving gasps. "I can feel my cock soaking in my cum. That must've been a hell of a load. Now swallow it down babe, swallow it down while my cock is in your mouth." Tims mouth contracted around the mans cock as he gulped down the huge, mouthful of cum causing the man to shudder. The cock shrank and slid out of his mouth just as Tim heard the click of the preview room door . The sound of laughter came from behind him as he watched the guy in front of him button up and tuck his shirt back in. "That was amazing babe. I think coming back later if definitely a good idea. Now don't you be goin' anywhere before I get back, ya hear?!" The man laughed as he left the booth. Before the door could close another guy grabbed it and walked in. The door clicked shut as he started the movies while undoing his shorts. Tim watched as the guy pulled his t-shirt off and slid his shorts down to his ankles. Just then Tim felt several hands rubbing over his ass cheeks. More laughter echoed from the preview rooms as a hand spanked Tims ass, causing him to jump. The guy in the cocksucking booth saw Tim lurch just before the hearing the laughter coming from the other room. "Whats the matter bud? Ya gettin' some good action at the other end? Dont worry, those guys are just a couple of fuck ups from my work crew. They got chewed out again for screwin' around on the job and thought takin it out on a tight ass here at Russ' would chill 'em out a bit. Guess today is your lucky day!!" Tim started a bit while the guy in front of him was talking. The movie was on in the booth and some bitch was moaning and screaming up a storm. He could't hear that well but he knew the voice sounded familiar. He just couldn't figure out whose voice it was. With his chin resting on the cushioned bottom of the small gloryhole he couldn't see who it was either. So far he had not really seen any of the guys who had fucked his mouth and force fed him their loads. He didn't have time to think more about it either as there was now a 6" cock right in his face. "Why dont you work on this piece of fuckmeat and maybe getting grunge fucked by those two guys won't bother you so much." The guy said as he stepped up to the hole. Tim slid his tongue out and lapped at the head of cock aimed at him. His mouth was tired but he knew he had to keep suckin'. The cock slid into his mouth and rested on his tongue, it was hard as a rock. A loud "WHOOP" came from behind him as something blunt pressed up against his hole. Tim covered his teeth with his lips, anticipating the pain of getting fucked again and not wanting to bite the guy he was sucking. The cock pushed forward and pushed past his assring bringing a loud groan out of Tim that vibrated around the cock in his mouth. The guy in front of him jerked. "Oh yeah buddy, thats the way!! Moan on my cock, let me know how much you want it!! MMMMmmmmm!" Tim tightened his lips and sucked hard on the cock as the man behind him rammed into his still tight asshole. The cock felt huge as the guy humped every millimeter he could into Tims abused hole. Slowly the cock slid out only to be slammed back in causing Tim to lurch forward. As he did the rock hard cock in his mouth lodged in his spasming throat. The guy fucking his mouth let out a loud moan and pushed as far in as the wall would allow. The hard thrusts into Tims ass pushed him forward again and again. The guy fucking him was in effect giving the guy he was sucking a repeated deep throating. With Tim shackled as he was he could not pull back, all he could do was time his breathing, try not go gag and wait for the guys to finish. "OH....FUCK.....YEAH!!!" The guy in front of him started fucking Tims mouth with a vengeance as his cock got impossibly hard. "You keep sucking, you little faggot!! Keep sucking, I'm gonna bust my nut, suck it out of me, Bitch!! Suck it out of me but... DON'T .....SWALLOW!! Let it fill your.....mouth!! Here it comes bitch.......yeah....... take it!! Take my load!! FFFFuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!!" The guy let out a loud yell as he pulled back, leaving only the head of his cock in Tims mouth. Spurt after spurt blasted into his mouth as the guy heaved with each pulse. The guy started pounding his fist into the wall between the last 3 or 4 hip jerking spurts. "Oh....*BAM*......Fuck.......*BAM*.......YEAH!!!......*BAM*" The guy slowly pulled his cock out of Tims mouth, his sensitive post-cum cockhead causing him to twitch. Tim, with a mouth full of cum, kept his eyes closed as the guy stepped back and got dressed. The painful thrusts into his ass were speeding up signalling yet another load would be deposited inside of him. Tim knew he would never live this down. He knew that even if no one found out, he would always know, would always remember that he had swallowed another guys come. He would always remember getting fucked so much that cum leaked out of his hole and dripped down his legs. "God please, don't let anyone find out about this. Just get me through this and I will get my shit together! Just PLEASE don't let anyone find out!!!" Tim thought to himself as he kept his lips tightly closed to hold the huge load in his mouth. The guy in front of him zipped up and adjusted his crotch before leaning against the far wall. "That was just about the best fuckin' blowjob of my life!! Who knew there was even one talented bone in your useless body, bro!!" "WHAT?!?! BRO?!?!? NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!!!!" Tim started to panic as the figure in front of him slowly crouched down, bringing the guys face into view. "Open your mouth, Tim. Let me see you with a mouthful of your big brothers cum!!" It was him, Tims 23 year old brother Doug with a big, shit eatin' grin on his face! What was he doing here? Did he know Tim was gonna be the one sucking his cock and eating his load before coming in here? What the fuck was he gonna do now? Would he tell anyone? Tim knew his brother hated him. He thought Tim was a useless, lazy slacker who would not amount to anything. Doug also hated the fact that their parents depended on him to be the achiever since Tim would not make the effort. There was no way Doug would let this just go away. "C'mon bro, open wide!" Doug said with a sneer on his face. Tim curled his lip back to hold the cum in his mouth despite the last few hard thrusts into his ass. Doug laughed at the sight of his little brothers jerking head, his mouth open with cum sloshing around his tongue. Tim cringed as the guy fucking him slammed in one last time. The thick cock stretched his hole as it blasted 7 thick spurts of cum into Tims guts. "So" Doug said, "Whats a useless piece of shit like you doing in a place like this?!?" 6******* Tims head started to spin as his stomach churned. Having 3 loads of cum swimming around in his gut wasn't helping either. His cock, which had gotten hard from all the rubbing against his prostate, slowly shrank as his brother grinned at him. How could this be happening?!? "Aw Timmy, I gotta admit seeing your soft, puffy lips at that hole just waiting for hot cock... it makes me proud! Who knew you would ever perform a public service for your fellow MAN! Hell, 'til today you never thought of anyone but yourself!" Doug stood up and leaned against the opposite wall, crossing his arms and legs while looking down at Tim. "I gotta admit that I was not expecting much when I was heading over here to shoot the shit with Russ. Guess you didn't know that he used to be a foreman for the company I work for. I've been coming here to dump my load down some faggots throat ever since Russ bought this place. Never," Doug chuckled, "NEVER in a million years though did I expect my worthless little bro to be the one swilling down my big load! But then again, it's about time you did something for someone other than yourself!" Right then there was a knock on the door to Dougs booth. Doug yelled out, "Yeah, hold on a sec bud. I will be out as soon as I thank the little party boy!" Doug leaned down and smiled at Tim. "Well bro, you seem to be pretty busy, why dont we pick up this conversation a bit later, k? Doug turned to open the door. He stopped with his hand on the doorknob and chuckled. "Oh and don't you worry, the 'rents already gave up on you being home for your birthday so you have the whole night free. I'll be seeing you later, bro" Tims head could not seem to form even one coherent thought as he watched his brother leave the booth. "Used......fucked........cum.......I swallowed cum.......I........ sucked off........ my brother........oh fuck." Tim was trying desperately to sort out the jumbled information flashing through his brain. A voice yelling out behind him snapped Tim back to reality. It was one of the guys in the preview room. "C'mon Roger, the fuckin' afterglow is over!! Get out of the way so I can bust my nut! I need some ass, man!! Tim had not noticed that the guy who had fucked him had not pulled out. Tim could feel the shrinking cock flex a couple of times before sliding out of his sore hole. Mere seconds later Tim felt the blunt head of another cock press up against tight folds of his ass. He tried to move, to get away from the cock aimed at his hole but the leather cuffs on his ankles held strong. Beads of sweat rained down onto the floor as he struggled in the small, hot room. His feet slipped a bit in the cool, slimy puddles of cum that had leaked down his legs. Here he was, ankles, neck, dick and balls all shackled to the walls. The wrist cuffs clasping his hands together behind his back. He wasn't going anywhere. All he could do was steel himself and wait for the cock to punch into his guts. "Aw fuck yeah!!", echoed out of the room behind Tim. "Fuck'n'A, this is one tight hole!! Damn, did you feel this Rog?!? Tight and slick! Someone dumped a serious load up this guys ass!! And hot, fuck it is sooo hot!!! Tim could feel the hard cock fill his hole. Every flex caused the thick shaft to expand and stretch the tight muscles of his ass. The guy let his cock soak in Tims cum filled guts for about a minute before pulling out and slamming back in. Just then a loud click signalled the door opening to the preview room. "Hey Eric, how's that tight hole treatin' ya? Tim recognized his brothers voice talking to the guy fucking him. "Dude, you will not believe...... how this slick hole...... is massaging my cock!!" Eric answered between gasps. "No shit?" Doug laughed. "Well then, that is one multi talented whore they have in there 'cause he just sucked me 'til my balls practically caved in! Swallowed down every drop too!" Rogers voice came almost directly through the hole. He must be watching Eric fuck the ass he had just dumped his load in a few minutes ago. "You serious, Doug? I haven't had a really good blow in a long time. Most of the fags around here can't suck worth shit. I'm gonna go in there and see if this slut can coax another load out of my balls." "Can't do it bud." Doug said, "Russ has got a steady stream of guys all lined up for this little cunt cumdump. What do ya say we come back later when things cool down and see about getting another shot at the new boy. I figure with our current job done and no work tomorrow we can come back later and fuck this bitch 'til our balls dry up. We can even bring a few other guys from the site. I know most of them are at The Oaks gettin' shitfaced. We can go there and have a few beers before coming back and gangbanging this fags ass 'til closing! What do ya say? Sound good?" Roger was whooping it up right next to Eric. " Hell yeah man, that sounds great. B'sides, that way I can work up another thick load of nut juice for that fag to chug down. He's gonna be tasting me for days, man!!" Eric sped up his pace and started fucking Tim with a vengeance. The three guys couldn't see it but Tims face was a mask of pain. Erics cock was not extremely long, maybe 6", but when he was close to blowing his load it became very thick. So thick that it was wearing away the cum coating tims assring and guts. The friction was sending exciting shockwaves through Erics thrusting cock but was bringing more pain to Tims hole. Every pounding thrust also banged Tims forehead into the wall in front of him. Eric finally let out a loud moan that made Doug and Roger turn around and watch. "Go for it Eric" Doug cheered. "Fill that faggot cunt, give him every drop, man!!! Whooo hooooo!! YEAH!!! Fuck him!!" "Do it, fucker!" Roger yelled. "Blast your load into his guts!! Fill him up man!! YEAAAHH!!!" Eric rammed in one last time as his cock expanded even more before pumping out spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum up inside the tight hole. Tim gritted his teeth and yelled out as the cock fucking him thickened. He thought for sure his hole was ripped as the sensation of being filled up hit his brain. The pain slowly subsided as the large amount of sperm lubed up his violated hole. "Aw fuck." Tim thought. "Take it out, shit!! please." Eric fucked in hard, slowly slid out and thrust in again. He was determined to dump every drop of his load into this amazing ass before pulling out. "UH........UH........uh!!! fuck....fuuuuuuuck." Eric slowly pulled his spent cock out of the used hole, a shiver ran thru his body as the head of his cock passed the muscle ring of Tims ass. His black hair was dripping with sweat as he turned, buttoned up and gave a big, shit eatin' grin to his buds. "Dude!!" Roger yelled out, "That was fuckin' HOT!!" "Hey guys," Doug said, his voice coming from directly behind Tim. "Look at this guys hole!!! He is gonna be leaking cum for days!! It looks like his ass is cumming, look at it run down his legs! What a fuckin' cumdump! Man, you gotta be fucked up to stick your ass and mouth up a couple of gloryholes and take the load of every guy who comes in. Makes you wonder..." Dougs voice raised dramatically as he continued, "...what kind of LOW LIFE FAGGOT WHORE would do something like that!!" Tim winced at the comment his brother made. Doug apparently was not going to tell his buds it was his little bro that they had just fucked. As relieved as Tim was at that thought, the comment "LOW LIFE FAGGOT WHORE" meant his brother would not be forgeting what happened today. A click from the suck booth signalled another guy coming to drain his balls. Tim licked his dry lips as a leather clad figure stepped in front of him. He could smell the masculine scent of the man over the new leather smell. The T.V. came on as the mans large hand slowly slid down his zipper and reached inside. Tim was soon looking at a small, thin cock with a huge drop of precum clinging to the tip. A gravelly voice came to Tims ears. "Suck, bitch" As he took the 4+ inch cock in his mouth, Tim heard the door to the preview room open and the loud, rowdy banter of Doug and his co-workers. The upward curve of the small cock jabbed into the top opening of Tims throat, causing him to gag once, LOUDLY! A quick, loud knock on the door was followed by his brother, Dougs, voice. "Don't worry, babe! Your a natural!! By the time the night is over you'll be an expert cockhound!! See ya later!" A loud chorus of laughter and cheers echoed off the walls and Doug, Roger and Eric left. They were satisfied for now but Tim KNEW they'd be back. To be continued

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Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2001 07:51:34 -0800 (PST) From: hugh questorius Subject: Boss Man (inc, D/S) Through the white glare of the New Mexico desert, two figures, running, side by side with an easy practiced gait, pacing each other. They breast the crest of a rise and stand looking out at the distant, violet mountains as they get their breath. Sweat stains darken their T shirts under the arms and across their chests. The older of the two, tough, solid, mid 40's, scoops up the bottom of his T shirt and wipes the sweat from his eyes. As he does so the much younger one, 18? 19? slim and athletic, flicks a quick, guilty look sideways to take in the fleeting glimpse of the other's hairy body. He longs, desperately, to have a hairy body like that one day and often peers impatiently in the bathroom mirror at the patch of silky hairs at the center of his own chest. Eventually he takes a deep breath and says "Dad." "Yeah?" "Do you ever think. I mean, do you remember." "What, son?" "That time when I was 16 and Officer Bart had to bring me home in the Squad car 'cos I was so drunk. "Yes, what about it?" "And next morning you gave me a whipping" "To teach you a lesson, yes" "But I was 16!" "You deserved it. I wasn't going to stand for that sort of behavior in my house" "Do you . do you ever think about that?" "The beating next morning - or you being drunk that night?" "The beating. The way you did it" Somewhere warning lights started flashing in his head. "Er, not really. No." Long pause, then "Why, do you?" "The way you did it." "Using my belt, you mean?" "No. Not just that. The build-up." There was a long, tense silence between them. The boy's heart was thumping and he was sweating all over again, but he had started so he plunged on. "You told me to stay in my room. And to lie naked on top of the bed. You waited til mom had gone to mass and we were alone in the house. Kept me waiting all that time! Lying face down on my bed thinking "I'm 16. He can't be going to whip me!" And then hearing your footsteps coming down the hall. I was terrified!" He shot a look at his father who avoided his eyes. "Bloody terrified" he repeated. "Watch your language, boy!" snapped his father, sternly. Then he added, "I was hoping you'd stand up for yourself, Jason. Say "I'm not going to take this." But you just buckled under. No guts. If you'd stood up to me like a man I wouldn't have thrashed you. Leastways, not so hard. But you were submissive like you were still a kid. So I whupped you. Hard. "You make it sound like it was my fault!" "It was, Jason. It was" "For being drunk - or being submissive?" Long pause, then "You got whipped for being drunk. But I wouldn't have been so hard on you if you'd shown some guts. Anyway, what's all this about? It was a long time ago!" "It doesn't seem so long to me. I thought you'd never stop. Not just my ass but my back and shoulders and legs too. It was pretty savage. I think you . I think you enjoyed it!" (Angrily) "What you saying boy? That I'm some kinda pervert? Eh?" (Then, with narrowed eyes) "Or maybe YOU enjoyed it? Is THAT what this is about?" "I . I often think about it." he whispered, hoarsely "And get a hard on?" He looked down at his son "Jeez! Look at you! You got a hard on right now! Just talking about it. You WANT me to whip you, don't you? Right now, don't you boy?" His son made no answer but he peeled off his T shirt and sank to his knees, facing his father. He unbuckled his belt and slid it out from the waist loops. Wordlessly he laid the belt across both palms and raised the belt like an offering. His father took it, wrapped it slowly round his fist once and then lashed it, full force across Jason's chest. The boy grunted with the pain but arched back wards, offering his body to the whip and spread his arms from his sides, palms forward in a gesture of utter submissiveness. This incensed his father into a rage of contempt and he lashed him again, backhanded across his ribs as hard as he could. Then again across the chest and yet again, catching him squarely across the nipple with the very tip of the belt. Jason yowled and bent forward to protect himself, but the belt struck down along the length of his bare back and again, biting into the back of his shoulder blade. Jason straightened up and, stifling sobs of pain, flung his arms around his father's hips, pressing his face against the hard muscles of the older man's abs. He could smell the flog-sweat through the T shirt and thought of the wet body hair under it. His father gently but firmly pushed his son's head down ,,, down til the boy was eagerly nuzzling the rampant crotch. His father unzipped and scooped himself out and fed himself into Jason's hungry mouth. A furious fuck-need swept over him and within moments ugly lust-grunts were heard as he fired wad after wad. His hips jerked in repeated spasms, emptying jets of man-juice down his boy's throat. Drained at last, he withdrew and looked down at his son's upturned face, eyes closed in ecstasy, mouth agape and a trickle of white cum dribbling down his chin. A wave of revulsion swept over him. "Fucking faggot!" he snarled and struck the submissive face with the back of his hand, sending the boy sprawling in the dust at his feet. His hard knuckles had burst Jason's lip and blood mixed with cum was smeared across the swollen mouth. Disgusted, his father kicked the sprawled body in the guts, turned and walked down the slope, shaking with rage and loathing. At the bottom he started his easy running pace back towards the farm and the regular rhythm and physical activity calmed him. Was the kid alright? He looked behind and saw a figure limping down the slope. He'd be OK. The older man picked up the rhythm again and ran on. Only now there was something very like a smile on his face. That night he lay alone in his bed, unable to sleep, going over the events of the day in his mind. His wife would not be back from her sister's until the week end. Eventually he threw off the covers and, naked, with an aggressive erection, he padded barefoot down the dark corridor to his son's room. He entered, without bothering to knock . . .

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Date: Fri, 08 Mar 2002 02:39:57 -0800 From: C. Olt Subject: Timothy Part 4 Timothy Part 4 By COlt Disclaimer: As always, if you are not old enough: DON'T READ THIS! If you are easily offended: DON'T READ THIS! If you are straight, religious, squeamish or adverse to the idea of eating cum: DON'T READ THIS! Also if you use my story for any reason, in whole or in part, please remember to credit me by adding my name and email address. Tims lean, trim body and flushed face are covered in sweat. He never realized in a million years that sex could be so exhausting, and he wasn't even doing anything. He was just strung up between two holes while horny faggots used his holes. All he could wonder was if his 17 year old body could take much more of being a pincushion for hard cock. Before Tim could ponder that thought, he heard someone enter the preview room. A hearty laugh came thru the hole that sounded like Thom. He must be crouched down near the hole as Tim could hear him talking. "Damn, buddy boy, that is one fuckin' abused hole! Russ told me that you had taken somethin' like 5 cocks so far but...dddaaaaammmnnn!! Tim felt what must have been Thoms thumb rub around his hole before pushing in, causing Tim to jump. "You should hear the squishy sounds comin' from your little cunt." Tim could feel Thom fuck his digit in and out of his ass. "There must be about a quart of thick spooge in there! Fuck, it's getting me hard as a rock just lookin' at it. How'za 'bout I add a pint or two, see how much you can take!" Tim knew by the tone of the security guards voice that it was not a question, that soon Thom would be fucking him. "I can't hear you little man!! You want this straight man cock pounding into your hole? C'mon baby, you know you want it. Beg for it!!" Tim didn't respond, there was no way he was gonna beg some asshole to fuck his ass. No fuckin' way! As Tim stood firm on his resolve he felt Thoms hand press on his ass. "Go for it, bitch. Beg for my cock!" Thom yelled out. "Do it now before you get another mouth fucker and can't whine for my thick dick!" Tim kept silent. "Ok, if that's how you want it." Thom pushed forward on Tims ass as far as the leather cockring would allow. He then forced his right hand into the hole until he could reach down and get a good grip on Tims balls. The stretching of his cock and nutsack made Tim wince in pain but that was nothing like the pain he would soon feel. Thom growled out his demand again. "Beg for it, fucker. Beg me to fuck your ass." Tim, gritting his teeth, still refused to cave in. Tim felt the hand yank down and then squeeze his balls. A second later he again heard that one word come from Thom. "BEG!!" After a few seconds the hand squeezed even tighter. Tim had never felt pain like this before and it was killing him. It was travelling up from his balls and twisting his guts into knots. He opened his mouth in a silent scream of defiance as the suck booth door opened. As sweat poured down his face, he watched the man remove his jacket and hang it on the doorknob. Thoms hand tightened even more as he made his request again. "BEG!!" The sick feeling in Tims gut was too much. He couldn't fight it anymore. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH, DO IT, YOU FUCKER. SLAM THAT HARD COCK UP MY ASS!! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Tim was panting as the shocked man in front of him jumped back against the wall. The movie started, slowly lighting the booth enough to reveal large, black hands undoing a tight pair of 501's. The man leaned down. "Damn, bitch. Ya don't have to yell. You fuckin' almost scared the shit out of me!" The man chuckled. "You wouldn't have liked it too much if that had happened." The mans chuckle turned into a full blown laugh as he slowly lowered his jeans and started stroking his cock. Tim watched the man as he felt Thoms hand withdraw from the hole behind him. His balls ached like a sonofabitch, making him wonder if they would ever be the same again. Before he could worry any more about his nuts, Tim felt the blunt head of Thoms thick cock press against him. "Aw god," Tim thought, "I'm gonna get fucked again.....again!" A tear slid down from Tims bloodshot eyes as he felt more pressure on his hole. One second Tim was wondering what was taking so long and the next he was yelling out. Turns out that sucking on Thoms cock was one thing as there was no muscle to stretch out. Getting fucked by it was another thing entirely. Thoms cock was thick and got even thicker the hornier he got. Now this thick cock wanted entry into Tims still somewhat tight hole and his hole didn't like it. Tim pulled away from the cock as far as he could before his strapped balls started to go numb but it didn't make any difference. Thoms cock is 9 inches long and was going inside him whether he liked it or not. "Hey baby," The black man talking distracted Tim for a moment. "why don't you shut the fuck up and start workin' on my balls." The man stepped forward and stuck his sack up against Tims lips. Slowly, Tim started licking the huge, goose egg sized balls as he felt Thom slowly stretch his hole. Tim could only grunt and moan as he felt Thom pull back and push back in, over and over until the fat cockhead finally slipped in. Tims breath caught in his chest as the 6 inch circumfrence stretched his once tight hole, almost to the breaking point. Thom didn't move, he just flexed his cock making the head expand and shrink repeatedly inside of Tim. Tims pain spun his mind into overdrive, all thougths concentrating on the huge cock plugging up his hole. In his distracted state, he stopped licking the black mans balls, leaving only his spit slick lips to massage the wrinkled skin. "Listen you little whore," The black man barked, "you better be payin a bit more attention to my needs or we're gonna have some trouble, got it?" The man turned around, spread his cheeks and stuck his ass against Tims face. "Now get that white boy tongue to work, eat my ass fucker!!" Tim blanched at the thought of pressing his tongue against another mans asshole. He couldn't do it. He knew he had no choice but he just could not bring himself to stick out his tongue. The man swiftly turned around, crouched down and grabbed Tims face in a vice grip. His face was hard and intense. A long scar went through his eyebrow, missed his eye and continued down his cheek. It only made him look more brutal and intense. His thick, black fingers bit into Tims face as the man continued to talk. The pain was almost as bad as Thoms cock stretching his hole. Thinking of his used hole brought the pain back. Thom was slowly fucking him with just the head of his cock. The constant closing and stretching of his ass muscle made his legs shake and groin ache. He didn't know how much more he could take. How much longer would it be before he just shut down and let the cocks come, one after the other. How much longer before his body and mind just accepted it with no second thought. The black mans loud, deep voice brought him suddenly back to the present. "Now listen here, cumbreath, I was told you are in here to do anything I tell you and right now I want that pansy tongue eating my ass! Got it?!?" His last word was punctuated by a tightening of his grip which made Tims cheeks push in and his lips pucker out. He slowly nodded his consent to the overwhelming man crouched in the suck booth. "Good, now GET TO WORK!!" The black man turned and pressed his ass against Tims face. Tim swallowed hard before sticking out his tongue. It smelled a bit like shit but the hole wasn't shitty, actually it was pretty clean. Tims tongue brushed the tight folds as the man pressed back, enveloping Tims nose and mouth. The mans pucker gripped and released Tims tongue as he continued to rim the ass. "Oh yeah, baby. Tongue fuck Daddy's hole. MMMMMMMMyeah, you white boys sure know how to eat a straight mans ass!!!" As he was talking, the man began to fuck his tight, brown hole onto Tims spear shaped tongue, groaning the whole time. "OOOOOOOoohh, yeaaaaahhhh, you learn fast bitch!!! Just as Tim was hitting a good rythym at eating ass, he started to gag. He just couldn't get the thought out of his head. It was just too fuckin' nasty! "Don't you be tossin' yer cookies, fag. You were on a roll, eatin' my ass real good. Don't stop now!!" Just then Thoms fat cockhead punched all the way in, leaving Tims tight ring to close around his thick shaft. Thom let out a loud groan as Tims gagging caused his body to grip his hard cock repeatedly. "Thieving fuck, he isn't gonna forget this cock anytime soon." Thom thought to himself as he punched the rest of his 9 inches deep inside Tims bowels. "This is gonna be one long, hard fuck!" Thom hit bottom on the first stroke. Tim yelled out against the black mans ass, causing his tongue to vibrate in the tight pucker. "Oh Fuck'n'a, cunt! Keep doin' that!! Yell like a fuckin' pansy banshee!!! Hell yeah, got me a vibrating tongue up my ass, OOOOOOOOOOOHH SHIT!!!" The black man bent over and thrust back against Tims tongue. "Work down to my balls, bitch. Lick my balls." Tim worked his way down but only one of the huge balls would fit between the mans legs at a time so he just started licking. Each bottoming out stroke of Thoms thrusting cock got a grunt or yell out of him which seemed to excite the horny black man even more. He started thrusting his ass into Tims face. One thrust caused Tims nose to stretch the black mans assring. "Shit howdy, fag!" The black man yelled out. "What're you tryin' to do? Fuck my ass with your nose?!? Yer one kinky fuck. Now get back to lickin' my balls, bitch." Tim started licking again, trying to get the guy excited so this would be over sooner. Just as he got the one ball slick with spit, the man stood up and turned around. "Open wide," he breathed out in excitement, "I gotta dump my load. Suck my cock, bitch!!" The black man shoved forward, his small, precum slick cockhead forcing its way into Tims mouth. The cock was only about 7 inches but as it thrust in, Tim could tell that the thickest point was the base. Tim could feel his lips stretch, almost to the breaking point. Before the pain could even register the man pulled out and slammed back in, his huge, tightening ball sack beating against Tims chin with every stroke. Tim groaned as the cock came faster and faster, thickening more and more with each fuck into his mouth and throat. The cock went rock hard as a pulse worked its way up the shaft and across Tims tongue. Two more face bruising thrusts produced a gunshot like spurt of cum down Tims throat. "Eeeeewwww, yeah.......uhh......uhhh.........fillin' you up.........baby.........eat Daddys.......load........you cumsuckin'.....whore......." Each word or grunt out of the black man was followed by another spurt of cum. Tim stopped trying to swallow and just held the load in his mouth as the man kept fucking his face. The last two thrusts caused a thick drool of cum to slide down Tims chin and neck. He could feel it ooze down to the middle of his chest and hang there. Tim could feel it dangle with every thrust of Thoms cock up his ass and every face jarring fuck into his mouth. The sweaty black man slowly pulled his cock out of Tims mouth and wiped it all over his face. Trails of leftover cum leaked out and streaked Tims cheeks and chin. "You are one talented bitch!" The black man said before letting out with a deep, throaty laugh. "If ya start chargin' for it, yer gonna be a rich little white boy faggot, ya know that?" The man shook off his cock, sending one last drop flying onto Tims face, sticking just under his left eye. He started dressing as he continued to talk to Tim. "Ya got a mouthful, cunt? Spit it out, let me see it run down your chin." Tim pushed out with his tongue and let the mans huge load flow out over his bottom lip. It was like a huge wave of white, drooling out and coating Tims entire chin. The thickest of the cum clung to his face while the thinner, clear fluid ran down his neck and collected on his chest before dripping down onto the floor. The taste was sharp, almost beer like, and Tim did not like it. Thankfully the guy did not want him to swallow it but nontheless it was still in his mouth and the taste would not go away, no matter how many times he swallowed. The black man yelled out a "Thanks baby" as he left the booth. The door clicked shut, leaving Tim sweaty and worn out. The thick load of cum coated his mouth, chin and neck. He kept swallowing, trying to get the nasty tasting cum out of his mouth but it didn't work. Just then a dull, painful jab in his guts brought back that fact that Thom was still raping his ass. Tim cringed and tensed up, which tightened his hole considerably. "That's good, kid!" Thom moaned, "Keep flexing that cunt muscle like that and it won't be too long 'til I get my nut up inside ya!" As he was talking, Thom sped up and began fucking Tims hole with a vengeance. "I'm gonna rip you a new one, fag. You aren't gonna be able to walk for a week when I'm done!" The pain in his ass was getting more painful with every thrust. Tim could feel Thoms cock expand each time he slammed back in. He was sure his hole was ripping, that there would be blood leaking down his legs by the time this rape was over. As much as it was hurting, it didn't keep Tims cock from slowly inching torwards erection. Thoms long shaft was hitting something up inside him that was causing his balls to tingle and his cock to rise. "I can't be getting a hard on!! Now while that prick if fucking my ass!!" Tims eyes started to tear up at the thought of his body reacting to being raped. He kept repeating over and over in his head "I'm straight, I'm straight" but it had no effect. The cause of Tims cock becoming hard was the thick head of Thoms cock was brushing over his prostate, but Tim didn't know that. All he could think was that his cock was inching closer and closer to spewing its load all over the booth. Tim didn't know anything about having a prostate and, even while being raped, if it were rubbed long and hard enough that his body would react. That his balls would eventually tighten up 'til his cock shot its load. Thom sped up his thrust, showing no mercy to Tim or his abused hole. He knew that cumming down the fags throat a half hour ago meant he would be fucking this hole for some time 'til he shot again. Tim could only grit his teeth and try to think of anything gross, horrible, disgusting enough to get his cock to deflate. Nothing was working. A click and the door to the suck booth opening brought Tims eyes open. A large man stepped into the booth and started the movie. Tim watched as the man hung his ugly plaid jacked on the door handle before slowly unzipping his 70's reject brown slacks. The slacks dropped down to the mans knees revealing a huge gut and groin covered by a very large pair of underwear. Tim watched as the underwear was slid down to reveal what looked like a small weiner wrap sticking out of the mans crotch. A second later a nasty smell reached Tims nose. "Aw fuck," Tim thought, "what the hell IS that?" The man reached down and with one hand pulled his stomach in while the other hand pulled back the foreskin on the small cock. Tim had never seen a uncut cock and watched as the smooth head came into view. The cock slowly started to grow as the man stepped forward. A hard thrust from Thom pushed Tims mouth forward causing his lips to brush the leaky tip. The smell immediately became worse. He realized that it was the mans cock that stunk. "There is no way I am suckin' this guy off!" Tim thought as the smell worsened, causing his stomach to lurch. Tim kept his mouth closed as the man rubbed his cockhead all over his face and lips. "No fuckin' way." Tim repeated to himself. Just then Thom slammed in with a particularly brutal fuck stroke and Tim instinctively opened his mouth to yell. The man in the suck booth took advantage of that and shoved his cock into Tims mouth. "Suck it boy, suck my cock clean." The man said, his voice sounding to Tim like that of a older man, like the way his grandpas voice sounded. Tim tried to pull back but couldn't. As sickened as he was to have this cock in his mouth, he had no choice. He started a slow suck on the small, hard dick as Thom continued his assault on Tims hole. "Slide your tongue under my foreskin, boy. Get all that grunge out of there and eat it. Clean it up and then I'll feed ya desert." Tim slid his tongue under the tight skin and circled the head. He could feel a build up of....something.... packed behind the mans cockhead. Tim felt sick to his stomach. He couldn't figure out what the nasty shit on this mans cock was. What was even worse is that his cock had reached full mast. Thick, throbbing and getting even closer to blasting a load. His mind whirled, he couldn't figure out how his cock could get even harder now that he was sucking this nasty mans cock. "What the fuck is up with me?" Tim thought as he tongued out the thick cockgoo and choked while swallowing it down as fast as he could. The man reached down and slid the skin back before thrusting in hard. The 5 inch cock hit bottom before pulling back and starting a leisurely fuck of Tims mouth. The smell of the mans groin overwhelmed Tim as he sucked, causing him to gag repeatedly. With his mouth busy he had no choice but to breathe thru his nose which was crammed into the mans crotch with every thrust. Thoms voice came through the wall just then. "Get ready, kid. We're just about there!! I'm gonna fill you up!!" Thom sped up his thrusts into Tims hole, strumming over his prostate faster and faster. The stimulation was becoming too much. Tims cock was throbbing and his balls were starting to pull up. He could feel the leather cockring start to bite into his ballsack with every pulse in his cock. Tim started to panic. "No fuckin' way, aw shit. I'm gonna blow. A nasty cock in my mouth and that asshole security guard raping my hole and I'm gonna shoot my load. There is no way this is happening!!!" His thoughts became more frantic as his balls started to tighten up. He was gonna get his nut soon. The pulse started at the base of his cock and started to work up the shaft. Tims body began shaking, his legs quivering so much that Tim thought they would fall our from under him. He started moaning at the unwanted ejaculation which got the man in his mouth fucking faster. "Dude," Thom yelled out, "you are squeezin' the shit out of my shaft!! What the fuck are you up to in there?!?" At that exact moment Tim opened his mouth and yelled out around the cock fucking his face. "AAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW..............uuuhhhhh........uhhhhhhhh.......!!!" Tims hole went into overdrive on Thoms cock. Ripples of muscle spasms worked up and down Thoms cock which spurred him on. "FUCK YEAH, KID!!! BLOW THAT FUCKIN' FAG LOAD!!! AAAWWWWWW YEAH!!" Thom started a vicious pounding into Tims ass, lost in the frenzy of needing to dump his load. Seconds later Tim yelled out again, signalling his orgasm. The head of his cock expanded a bright red before a thick stream of cum shot out, streaming across his stomach and chest before striking the wall under the gloryhole. A second shot blasted out, followed by another and another. Tims body was heaving and shaking as his balls unloaded. His cum hung from his torso, some dripped onto the floor. The overwhelming sensations were too much for Thom who started fucking like there was no tomorrow. As the pulsing in Tims ass continued, Thom thrust in hard one last time before his balls contracted. Thick wads of his cum blasted out and filled Tims guts. "Aw fuck......fuck......fuck.......fuck.......!" Thom could not believe the sensations going through his cock and balls. Every thrust brought a charge from his balls as his cum pumped out. Thom had never shot so much in his life, it felt like his nuts were gonna be drained completely dry. He never figured it would be this intense, fucking some theiving fags asshole but he was definitely converted. He knew this would not be the last time he fucked a guy, especially if it was some straight boy who deserved it, needed to be taught a lesson! Right now Tim was that boy. He was gonna be getting fucked by Thom alot from now on. Tim was panting around the cock in his mouth, overwhelmed by the strength draining orgasm he had just had. The idea of sucking on this filthy cock was even less appealing now as his body slowly recovered. The man had other ideas as he began to thrust faster into Tims mouth. The remaining goo on his cock kept sliding off in Tims mouth as the man sped up, fucking faster and faster. Tim was done, he wanted this to be over. If he was adverse to getting fucked and sucking cock before, he was even more so now that he had blasted his load. The mans thrusting increased, his cock sliding in and out over Tims tongue. Before long the cock went rigid as a pulse worked up the vein. Seconds later Tims mouth was filled with a thick, chunky spurt of cum. It wasn't at all like the loads Tim had swallowed previously, it was a foul and almost chewy mass. Tim knew the guy had to finish fast or he was going to heave his guts out. The man kept thrusting, forcing Tim to gag and swallow the load. It was the only way he could get it out of his mouth as the man was in no hurry to pull his cock out. The cock slowly pumped for another minute or so until there was no more cum. Just as he started to pull out his cock let out a stream of fluid. "ooops, sorry babe. I always have to take a piss right after ejaculating. Guess it got away from me." Tim choked and gagged, his stomach churning, as he spit out the pungeunt fluid. The man laughed as he buttoned his slacks, leaving his cock hanging out the zipper opening. "Might as well leave this thing out, gonna hit the john before I leave anyways. Maybe next time you can take my piss too." The man turned to walk out. "Thanks kid, you were great." Tim kept spitting 'til there was no more piss in his mouth but the taste remained. "And I thought cum tasted fuckin' nasty!!" Tim thought to himself. "Fuckin' prick!" The door to the booth opened and Tim saw it was Thom walking in. He was shocked as he did not even feel the cock leave his ass. Takin' that vile load of cum from the old man must have been enough to block it out. "Dude, you skanky little cumslut!!" Thom yelled out, like it was a hearty congratulations to a job well done. "You blasted your faggot load while I fucked your tight cunt!! Damn, you are turnin' into a world class cumdump!! I can't fuckin' wait to do that again. You drained me dry, punk, there ain't even one sperm left in my nuts!! Every fucking ounce of it is crammed up your pussyhole!" Tim slumped in his restrains. He was completely humiliated. How could his body do that? How could it get pumped up and bust a nut while Thom fucked him? While that vile smelling man fucked his face? How could his body betray him while he was being raped?!? "You......." Tim sobbed, "you......I..I'm not a.....fag!!" Tims eyes began to tear up as he looked at the guy in front of him. Thom was crouched down with a huge grin on his face. "Thats all she wrote, bitch. You are now, officially, a cumwhore for men to use. No one gets off like that without enjoying it. I know you won't ever admit it and that is fine with me. The more you refuse and fight it the hotter fucking your fag hole will be!!" Thom knew that Tim was straight, Russ had explained it all to him. Even knowing that fact, it amused Thom to make Tim doubt himself, make him wonder why he had shot off while being used as a convenient hole. Amused, Thom thought, "Messing with this little fucks head, AND fucking his holes, is gonna be fun! By the time I am done he wont know which way is up!" Thom jumped up and walked out. "I'll be seein' you later, bitch!" Tim heaved out a sob as the suckbooth door slowly crept closed. The next thing he heard though made his heart stop. It was Thoms voice coming from the hallway. "DOUG, dude. What's up?!? The door closed and Tim struggled to hear the rest of the conversation. He could only make out random bits of the conversation between Thom and his brother Doug. Doug was talking. "..... lil'bro's..... school........ wrestling team...... celebration......... give 'em......a thrill......" What Tim did not know yet is that his brother, while on his way to gather up his co-workers, had run into the wrestling team from Tims school. They had just won the state championchip and were out gettin' rowdy. Doug knew them through their older brothers and offered to bring them to the store for a "real" celebration. A chance to unload their nuts in the bookstore whore. Not all of the team was up for it but Doug had managed to convince 6 of the guys into coming along. The best part, as far as Doug was concerned, was that Tim knew all 6 guys. He was gonna let them fuck his brothers cunt and mouth for the next hour or two. They would never know who they were using but Doug was gonna make sure Tim knew. Afterwards, Doug intended to blackmail Tim into going back to school where he would see these guys every day. A click and then the door to the suckbooth opens. Tim, tears streaking down his cheeks, sees his brother walk into the booth. "Oh fuck," Tim thinks to himself, "now what? End for now...... Thanks to all the guys who have responded with the incredible feedback. Sadly none of you guys are anywhere near me, hell, most of you are all the way over on the east coast and some even further away than that!!! : ( I also encourage messaging me if you see me online, especially if I am currently working on the next chapter. Also, if ya wouldn't mind, let me know where you are writing from and if you are a Top(Russ, Doug) or bottom (Timothy), Dominant or submissive and anything else you care to share. Thanks again guyz!!!

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Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 03:10:03 -0800 From: C. Olt Subject: Timothy Part 1 Timothy By COlt Tennnormalcoys@hotmail.com AIM: Undrconstruktion He was running as fast as he could but still felt like it was not enough. Rush hour traffic was clogging the streets and the crush of people leaving work was slowing him down. Ten minutes earlier 17 year old Timothy Rush had 12 cd's stashed in his jacket and was heading torward the exit of Disc-go-round when he saw the security guard moving in his direction. Getting caught for shoplifting one more time was gonna mean spending time at Juvenile Hall so Tim flew from the huge resale store and out onto the busy sidewalk determined not to get caught. As Tim raced thru the city and rounded a corner onto Wallace street he glanced back to the see the guard standing in a throng of pedestrians. Apparently the guy had lost site of Tim after chasing him for 3 winding blocks. Tim slowed his pace to blend in with the foot traffic while occassionally glancing back for his persuer. He wore his long jacket so that he could stash the cd's but running in it while loaded down was harder than he thought it would be. "Fuck, fuck!" Tim thought to himself, "what is the big, fuckin' deal about snaggin' a few cd's anyways? Those loser parents of mine won't buy me shit! All I hear is "Get a job Tim, we buy you everything you need so if you want something you will have to pay for it yourself." What a bunch of crap!!" As Tim waited to cross Wallace and head to the bus stop for the trip home he looked up and saw the guard at the other end of the block. Their eyes met just as the walk sign signaled to cross which Tim took advantage of considering the heavy traffic on the downtown streets. He sprinted across the street and headed up 3rd before looking back to see the guard making better time thru the crowded sidewalks. His luck was with him though when the guy got stuck at the traffic light. If Tim didn't move now he was gonna get caught! Tim turned off of 3rd and was halfway up Taylor St when he noticed a guy unlocking the door to a small, dark store. "Hey man, are you opening up?" Tim asked the startled man. His name was Russell Thompson and he owned the small store that Tim was desperately hoping to hide in though Russ did not know that at the time. Russ had unlocked and opened the security gate and was now working on the two deadbolts."Yeah kid, open every day at 5p.m., even tho I am a bit late today." "Cool." Tim said as he tried to look a little less like someone trying to get away with theft. He took a deep breath to calm down while hoping this guy would hurry up and open the store. He noticed the windows were blackened and that he would not be seen by anyone walking by. Russ got both deadbolts unlocked and opened the door. "C'mon in kid, I have some things to do before officially opening the store but you can look around til then" Tim stepped torwards the door to walk in but took a quick glance down the block just in time to see the security guard stop on the corner. He was glad to see that the guy was looking the other way and did not see Tim walk into the dimly lit store and up the darkened main aisle as Russ turned and locked the door. "It's amazing" Russ said as he walked up to the salescounter " but if I don't lock the door I will have customers in here before I can even get the lights on or my register up and running! I guess you can never underestimate men who are in the mood, huh? They just can't seem to wait!" Tim didn't quite understand what Russ was talking about but he didn't really care. All he was worried about was lettin' some time pass before he walked out of the store. Russ went into a door behind the counter and came out a minute later with a till to put in the register. While he did this Tim looked around, trying to figure out what kind of store he was in. There was only one light on that barely lit the center of the store leaving the rest of the interior dark. "So kid, why were you running from that guy out on the street corner? Tim turned around quickly and looked at Russ, all the while trying to look like he did not know what the guy was talking about. He didn't do a very good job. "uh....I wasn't runnin' from anyone, I just wanted to get here when you opened." Russ gave Tim a long stare. "Ah, yeah, guess this is a good place for you. Figure you will be pretty popular with that trim build and pretty face." Tim stared back, trying to understand what this guy was talking about. "Yep, the Customers are definitely gonna like you!" Russ slowly rounded the counter and walked over to Tim. Standing at 6'3", Russ towered over this kid who was all of 5'7" tall. "I know the guy you looked back at, the one standing on the corner looking around for someone....."Russ said with a bit of a hiss to his low voice, "looking around for you I would guess considering how freaked out you looked when you showed up." Tim looked up at the hulk of a guy standing directly in front of him, "I wasn't running from anyone.....I just.....just wanted to......" Yeah, I know, you just wanted to come into my store, get here right when I opened. I think we already covered that part of the conversation. Like I said though, I know the guy out there on the street looking for you. His name is Thom and he works at the CD shop over on Staton, he's the security guard there. Any of this ringing a bell, kid?" Tim lowered his eyes, trying to think of something to say. He wasn't ready for something like this to happen. What the hell was he going to do now? "Wha.......I......I didn't.....*!!!" Russ's hands flew up and grabbed the collar of Tims jacket, yanking him onto the tips of his shoes as his face came almost nose to nose with Russ. The jerk upward had been quick enough to dislodge 3 cd's from his pockets, sending them clattering to the floor. Both men looked down at the cd's. As Tim looked back up he saw a smirk on Russ' face, a look that chilled Tim to the pit of his stomach. Russ stared directly into what appeared to be the eyes of a deer caught in headlights. "Well, well, guess we have a thief in our midst. Whats the matter kid, you too good to actually pay for anything? Lets see what else you have stashed away in this jacket of yours!" Tim winced as Russ clamped a hand on his shoulder, pinching into him and effectively holding him in place by pain alone. Reaching down with his other hand Russ yanked open the jacket searching the pockets, finding 9 more cd's. "Y'know kid, I think Thom is gonna be mighty happy to get this merchandise back AND have the punk who tried to steal them. What say I give him a quick call while you stand here quietly. Now don't even think of taking off 'cause the front door is locked and I have the key." Russ started for the counter when he heard Tim start to stutter, trying to say something....ANYTHING. Turning around he waited to see what the kid going to come up with. Tims mouth was dry. "S...Sir, Sir, please......isn't there anything......man, you dont understand. If.....if I get caught they are gonna throw me in Juvenile Hall. I can't go there.....I know too many guys in there that......well, that I have fucked over. They will fuck me up if I end up there." Russ chuckled, amazed that this kid would do anything illegal knowing where he would end up, knowing what would happen to him if he was sent to Juvi. "Guess you should have thought of that before you ripped off a jacket full of cd's!" "Please Sir," Tim almost whined, "isn't there some way to.....well.....fix this without the cops? I could just give you the cd's and you could return them to your friend, the security guard and I will just get the hell out of here. And I wont come back man, I won't do any more stealin', you got my word!" Well now Tim, I'm thinkin' that your WORD isn't worth much but I tell ya what, you do what I tell you for the rest of the night and I will give you the money to go back and pay for those cd's. How's that sound?" Tim shuffled his feet while considering this offer. He figured that he would work in store for the guy to make the money, that wouldn't be so bad. Work for the guy, pay for the cd's and get the fuck outta here. This dumbfuck doesn't need to know that it won't be the last time I pocket a few cd's, there are plenty of other stores in this city to snatch from. "Ok Sir, " Tim said, "that sounds.....cool to me." With a shake of hands the deal was set. Tim let out a long sigh which loosened him up a bit. This wouldn't be so bad. With that thought the first set of main lights came on. Tim started a bit when he realized he was standing in the middle of a adult porn store. Not one of those nice ones where everything is clean and new, this store had a sleazy look to it. Old stock on the walls that must have been there since the store opened. Huge racks filled with used magazines ranging from fairly new to beyond read and "used". He looked over at Russ with a questioning look when he first noticed it. Russ was leaning against the glass counter which was filled with bottles of lube, dick shaped toys, leather strips with metal buttons and other random sex crap . But the thing that Tim noticed, that Tim dreaded, was the huge bulge that Russ slowly rubbed through his faded blue jeans. Tim stood there, mouth gaping, as the echo of Russ' earlier comment came back to him...."Yep, the Customers are definitely gonna like you!" Tim stared at the huge bulge in Russ' jeans with a look of shock that quickly became a look of disgust. There was no way this huge, masculine guy was a fag. There was nothing swishy or chick-like about him at all, no earring, no frilly shirt, nothing at all that would make you think Russ was a dick lickin' queer. Russ slowly walked torward the shocked kid while running his hand over the thick cock snaking down his pant leg. "So Tim, are you ready to make some money and pay for those cd's? I figure 12 cd's should come to around 130.00. So if I pay you 10.00 an hour that means you are my beck-and-call boy for 13 hours. That sound good to you?" Tim looked up into Russ' eyes trying to see if this guy was just fucking with his head. The look he got back told him everything he needed to know and what he knew was that he had to get the hell out of this store. The security guy from the resale shop was probably gone by now so if he could get back outside the chance of his getting away were pretty good. Tim glanced at the door and then back at Russ before springing torwards the only way in or out that he knew of. As he ran he reached out and grabbed a small magazine rack, sending a stack of swinger weekly flying out behind him. Just as he brought the rack up to break out the blackened out glass in the door he heard Russ yell behind him.... "I WOULDN'T DO THAT.........Tim." The sound of his name stopped Tim in midswing. Still holding the rack up to strike the glass he slowly turned his head. Russ lifted his hand to flip open a wallet and pull out an I.D. card. "Timothy Rush. Born 01/29/85. Height 5'7". Weight 165. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Current address 19175 Crystal Aire court. Y'know Tim, you are gonna have to get a new liscense. This one expires today. By the way kid, Happy Birthday!" Tim stood completely still. What the fuck was he gonna do now? This Fucker has all the information he needs to get Tim arrested even if he does get out of the store. The rack he was holding was getting heavier by the second as he ran the situation thru his head, trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do. "Put the rack down Tim, put it down NOW and put the papers back in it!" Russ said with an air of threat in his voice. Tim slowly put the rack back where he had grabbed it from. He stared at the big titted chick on the cover of Swinger weekly as he stacked the papers and put them back on the rack. When he was done he stood and turned to look at Russ, waiting and see what was gonna happen next. Russ pocketed the wallet before walking over to get a death grip on Tims arm. "I've got your sorry ass for 13 hours kid. You ain't gonna like it much but its either that or you take your chances with the guys at Juvenile hall for the next year." He looked at Tims face and realized that Juvi was NOT an option. Whoever this kid fucked over was more terrifying to him than what he thought would happen to him here. This kid was in for a big, fuckin' surprise. "He should have chose Juvi!" Russ thought with a twisted smile on his face. The grip on Tims arm tightened as Russ pulled him torwards the back of the store and through a dark doorway. They moved forward down a dimly lit hallway that had doorways running the length of both sides. Tim had no idea why there were so many doors but he had no time to try and figure it out as Russ pulled him along. They reached the end of the hallway and stood in front of the last door on the right. This one looked different from the other doors, it seemed thicker, sturdier and it had a deadbolt. The door just before it looked similar except instead of a deadbolt, it looked like it had a key card lock. Russ unlocked the door, pushed it open and pulled Tim in behind him. The death grip on Tims arm was released as Russ turned and locked the door. While his eyes were adjusting to the darkness Tim tried to rub the feeling back into his arm. After several long seconds he saw the shape of his new "boss" turning to look at him. A growling command came out of the darkness that startled Tim. "Strip!" Tim stopped cold. All he could do was stare at the large figure standing at the door. Russ' features were getting clearer as Tims eyes adjusted to the darkness. With the sound of a click the room was filled with light. The room they were in was narrow, not more than 3' feet wide and about 6' deep with a toilet opposite the door. Tim started and stepped back as the bulky frame of his blackmailer stepped closer. "I said Strip, NOW!" Not knowing what to say Tim lifted his hands up, palms torwards Russ, in a defenseless manner. "Hey.....man..... I don't know what is going on here but what the fuck do I need to strip for? C'mon man, I said I would take care of paying for the cd's. I can do a lot of shit for you to work for the money without having to take my fuckin' clothes off!!" Russ stepped forward and grabbed the front of Tims Jacket, pulling him up until the two men were face to face. It was already after 5p.m. and the store was gonna get busy soon. Russ didn't have time to fuck around with a long training session before getting this kid ready for the nightly rush of horny customers. "Listen to me, you little shit! You are the main attraction tonight. You are going to take care of every V.I.P. customer that comes into this store til closin' time. You noticed the key card lock on the next door? That is reserved for my special customers. I used to have a hot little number set up in this room to entertain them until he up and quit on me. Tonight you will be taking his place. Between now and 4a.m. you will be the the main event!" Russ pushed out with his hands and yanked the jacket down and off. Tim jerked back and tried to take a clumsy swing at the large man but his arm was grabbed, twisted and held behind him. Russ reached up with his free hand and ripped down the back of the flimsy t-shit, ripping it off of Tim and throwing it in the corner. Tim let out a yelp as a large hand grabbed the button fly of his jeans and jerked them open with one tug. He heard a scuffle from behind him and noticed a bunch of shit hanging off of nails near the door. Russ pulled down a bundle of clotheline, shoved Tim into the wall and proceeded to tie his hands behind him. "You fuck!" Tim yelled out as the last knot bit into his skin. "I'm not a fag and I ain't doin' anything with another fuckin' guy! You can't do this to me, you asshole!" He struggled against the ropes as Russ' body pressed up to his back. " Let....me.....the fuck.....go!" Russ pressed forward as he twisted his new "employee's" head back. "This is how I see it, kid. You can either work the hours, pay for the cd's and be on your way in less than a day or you can tell me to stop. If I stop now I will call the cops, the cd store and your parents and you can spend the next year in Juvi with your.......buddies. Those are the options, you can either spend 13 hours doing anything I tell you to do here or you can spend the next 12 months beaten black and blue while getting fucked and fed cock by the well brought up boys living at Juvenile Hall. Your choice kid but you gotta make it now. Which will it be?" Tim didn't know what to do. There was no way he wanted to fuck around with another guy for any reason but 13 hours sounded a hell of alot better than 12 month. He started to sob quietly as he nodded his head. "Yes what, Tim? Russ whispered "Y...yes, I will do anything you s..say for the next thir....rrteen hours." Tim slumped against the wall as he tried to imagine what was going to happen to him, tears rolling down his face. What was this asshole faggot gonna make him do? He was about to find out. Russ stepped back and gave Tim a encouraging nod. "Ok boy, lets get you ready. I need to get this store opened before the customers break down the fuckin' door. First Tims shoes were taken off, then his pants which were followed by his socks and boxer shorts. He stood there nude except for a 300.00 necklace he had stolen 3 months ago. There had been a chase involved with that theft too but he had managed to get away. Now it was the only thing he had on while this hulk of a guy stood back and stared at him "Oh yeah, the guys are gonna like you! No fuckin' doubt about it. Now lets get you set up and ready to open." Russ turned and grabbed a strip of studded leather off of one of the nails in the wall. He knelt down in front of tim and grabbed his shrivelled cock and balls. "What are you doing man?" Tim squeeked. Russ looked up with a stern expression. "Just stand still kid and keep your mouth shut. I gotta get you ready and I don't have alot of time." Two thick hands wrapped the thick leather around Tims dick and balls and snapped into place. Tims cock started to thicken a bit, not from excitement but from simply being tied so tight. Hanging from the base of the leather band was another strip of leather with a heavy metal clasp. Tim had no idea what the clasp was for. Russ turned Tim around and undid the rope tying his hands and replaced it with a set of heavy leather cuffs, each with a thick metal ring. Two thick leather cuffs attached to his ankles also had the metal rings hanging from them. By this time Tim had no idea what the hell was going on but with a sniffle and a straightening of his back he stood and just let it happen. Russ could only chuckle as he saw Tim stand up straighter as if to steel himself for anything that could happen. What he didn't know is that most hard core gay sex fanatics would be put to the test during the next several hours. A spoiled thief wasn't gonna stand a chance tho he really wasn't gonna have a choice in the matter! "Ok kid, back up against the wall, right in front of the hole." Tim looked back and finally noticed there was indeed a hole in the wall, about waist high right behind him. He looked up and noticed there was another hole on the opposite wall about the same distance up the wall. As he tried to figure out what these holes meant he felt Russ' hands push his legs apart. With his legs spread he looked down and watched as two heavy clasps hooked to the metal rings of his ankle cuffs. There was a tug on his groin as Russ pulled the leather strap hanging from his balls and clipped the clasp to a ring in the wall. Tim had to bend over a bit as the strap was only about 1" long and held his ass right up against the hole in the wall. "One last thing for ya, kid" Russ said as he attached a thick leather dog collar around Tims neck. Russ reached down and pushed Tims face closer to the other hole. A clasp screwed into the wall under the hole connected to the metal ring on the collar, effectively leaving Tims head tilted back with his chin resting just inside the hole. "Now don't be thinking I am inconsiderate. As you can feel there is a padded chin rest for ya. I can't do much for how far your head is tilted back but if I hear good things about you I will come in and unhook you for break. Tim started crying again as he realized exactly what he was in for. His ass and mouth were shackled and ready for men to use. He was gonna be sucking cock and getting fucked for hours, many, many hours!! "Don't worry kid, I have a large clientele of clean, horny men who just want to bust a nut in a tight ass or hot mouth. Now the booth in front of you is for the guys who just want to get sucked off, the will come in, start a movie and make use of your mouth. The booth behind you is the preview room. I have a couch in there for one or more guys to watch an entire more and if they like they can take a shot at your tight hole. I will even let them know I have a newbie in here so they will take it easy on you, at first anyway. And just to make sure you have what it takes I am gonna give you a test drive. Now don't move kid" Russ chuckled as he unlocked the door and stepped out into the hallway. Tim could feel the tears drying on his face as he stood bent over and competely exposed. Thoughts were swirling around in his head as he heard the door at the end of the hall open and close. "Fuck, fuck, that guy is gonna stick his cock in my ass! There is no way! I can't take a cock, he won't be able to get it into me and if I can't be fucked he will have to let me go. Let me go or find something else for me to do. Fuck, he will probably just leave me in here to suck cock. If I don't get fucked I am still gonna have to suck cock. Fuck, if a guy sticks his cock in my mouth I am gonna puke, just the idea is makin' me sick! FUCK!!" Russ looked through the gloryhole to see if Tims tight hole was lined up. It was perfectly centered and ready for its first cock. The preview room was set up with everything needed on a small table in the corner closest to the gloryhole. On it was a bottle of lube, condoms if needed and a stack of towels on the lower shelf. The room also had a paper towel dispenser for those smaller messes. Russ yanked open his jeans, pulled out his cock and slowly stroked his thick 8 inches. He was leaking like crazy, had been the entire time he was hooking the kid up in the next booth. He couldn't believe he had such a hot guy all shackled up and ready to be a cumdump. What was even better was the camera trained on the kid right now to record the entire event, every gag, swallow, grunt and moan!! Russ reached for the lube and slicked up his cock before squirting a stream onto Tims tight hole. He could see Tim jump a bit from the cold lube. A thick finger started sliding over the tight pucker to get it warm and slick. Russ watched as his finger slid into the tight hole and could feel the grip of constricting muscles. "This is gonna be good." He thought and he slid a second finger in and twisted them around. He wished he could hear the grunts coming from the other room but was satisfied he would see all on the video tape later. After sliding his fingers in and out of the hot hole Russ finally lined up his cock and pressed forward. He was going to take his time and fuck this kid right so he would be ready for the many, MANY cocks that would follow throughout the night and early morning. They say that the human body is 90% water? Well after tonight Tim was gonna be 90% cum! Russ could feel the pucker slowly expand as his cock pressed forward. The heat from the tight hole was incredible on the tip of his cock. He slowly pushed forward and after a few minutes the thick head of his cock popped in. "Oh yeah" Russ thought, "this is gonna be good!!" Inch after inch of cock glided into the tight hole wrapped around his cock with Russ watching the entire time. Finally his groin pressed into Tims tight white asscheeks as his cock flexed and twitched. The kid had taken the entire 8 inches without one scream. "Either I am excellent at turning out straight punks or this kid is a natural." Russ thought. "Funny thing about it though is that the kid is not gay, from the look on his face this won't turn him out. Yeah I think I can get him to take cock for more than the 13 hours he owes me if I play it right but he won't enjoy it. No, this is a straight kid who is taking his lumps for doing something wrong. He won't ever look for cock outside of this store!" Russ blew off thinkin' about it and started sliding his cock out of the hot, tight hole. As he slowly thrust back in he chuckled to himself. "Happy Birthday kid, Happy FUCKIN' Birthday!! Tims face was scrunched into a mask of pain. His eyes were squeezed shut as his mouth hung open in a silent scream. He was determined NOT to scream, he wasn't going to give that blackmailing fag the satisfaction of yelling out in pain. The problem is that Tim is not, cannot, think beyond the cock fucking his ass. All he was thinking about was holding out 'til the asshole in the next room finished fucking him. He mind had completely buried the fact that his ass would be available for every horny guy, every hard cock that came into the store after Russ was finished with him. Right now the pain in his ass and the cock fucking it was the center of his world. The pain in his hole was lessening, becoming a aching, stretched feeling. Gritting his teeth he waited for his rape to be over. The thrusts were coming harder now as the cock in his ass started to get thicker, bringing pain back to Tims once virgin hole. A growling roar came from beyond the hole as Tim felt the first massive spurt blast out of Russ' cock. Realization came to Tim as his eyes bugged out and started to tear up again. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, that fag is nuttin' up my ass!! He's fucked me and blew his load.....UP MY ASS! fuck." Tim could feel the cum lessen the friction of Russ' cock sliding in and out of his......"in and out of my pussy, That fuckin' prick has turned my hole into a pussy for his cock!!" A tear slowly slid down Tims face as he finally realized that it wasn't over. This was only the first of many cocks that would be pumping cum up his ass tonight. The cock slowly pulled out of his ass. A minute later Tim felt a finger slowly circle around his freshly fucked hole, felt it gently press into him and then it was gone. He could feel the cum slowly leak out and drip onto his balls where it cooled, chilling him for a second. Tim heard a door open and close before a rush of air signalled Russ' return to the narrow room that Tim was strapped in for the night. "Fuck-n-A kid, that is one incredible ass you have!!" Russ leaned down and smiled at Tims tear stained face. "You fucker, you didn't have to get your nut in my ass! Fuck you man, fuck you!!" Tim struggled against his restrainsts as he kept yelling and cursing. Russ stood back as his new cumdump yanked and pulled at his bonds. Nothing gave though, the leather and thick metal clasps held until Tim hung limply in defeat. "For now." Tim thought, "I will get out of here! I will and when I do, this son of a bitch is gonna pay!" "Tim, Tim, don't get all worked up. You have a long night ahead of you and wearing yourself out too soon will just make things more difficult. Your right tho, I did just fuck that hot, tight hole of yours, fucked it 'til I blew my load deep inside you. And I Gotta tell ya, that pussy of yours was just beggin' for it. I haven't had a fuck like that in years! You may even be better than the last kid I had in here." Tim winced at the pussy remark. There was no way his hole could be a pussy. He is straight. He fucks chicks!! His asshole will always be just that, not just another tight hole for a bunch of fags to get their nut in. All the while he was thinking this he knew he was wrong. He was strapped into a booth with his mouth and hole ready for anyone who walked in.....anyone. A shock hit Tim as he remembered the hole in front of him, the hole where his chin was resting. The hole where he was gonna suck cock. "Ok, Timbo. Time for me to open the store. I am sure that several guys have been pacing around outsite for the last hour wondering why I haven't opened up yet but I figure they will not be too upset when they finally get in here. Now you know that I have not had a chance to break in your mouth yet so you have to perform without a test run. You know as well as I do what a hot suck feels like so think about that, it should make it easier for you!! I will also tell the guys coming back that you are new to this. That should inspire them to coach you a bit as you work on their cocks. You do everything they say, Tim, EVERYTHING! You get one second chance if you fail to perform but you won't like it. If you dont use your mouth and ass as best you can I will strap your mouth open and tell the guys it is a free for all. They will not go easy, they will fuck your ass and throat raw!! You get what I am saying, kid?" Tim choked out his response. "Yes." "Good! Now I am gonna turn off the light. I figure we don't need anyone recognizing you and messing up our little arrangement. You will not talk to anyone either other than to say yes, please and Sir, Got that kid?" Russ saw Tim nod his head weakly. "yes.......Sir." "Good boy." Russ smiled as he turned to close the door. "It's time to open shop!" Ten minutes had gone by since Russ had left Tim shackled in the tiny, dark room. Tims head was spinning with the thoughts of sucking dick or getting fucked.....again!! "How the fuck did this happen to me?" he wondered. He did not have time to figure out the answer to that question. He heard a click and then what sounded like a latch opening. The door to the booth in front of him was opened and a tall, slim figure entered. After the door closed Tim heard another click and could see the booth slowly appear as the t.v. screen warmed up and lit the room. He could hear moaning and groaning coming from the speakers. Someone on the screen was getting fucked and apparently enjoying it. The figure in the next booth was only visible from chest to mid thigh but the thing that worried Tim was the bulge he saw in the guys slacks. The man slowly leaned down and smiled at the hot mouth perched on the cushioned ledge of the glory hole. "Hey boy, I hear your new at suckin'. I haven't had a virgin mouth on my cock for a long time so what say we get right to business." As he was talking the man reached down and undid his belt before slowly unzipping his slacks. His large hand slid into the fly and after fishing around pulled out a long, thickening cock. The large hand slowly stroked up and down the thick shaft as a shiny drop of precum clung to the tip. Tim looked at the body and cock of the guy in front of him. "Oh man, how the hell am I gonna suck this guys dick without gettin' sick. I'm gonna gag and end up pukin' all over this guy and when I do Russ is gonna fuck me up.....or call the cops, either way I lose! Shit, I gotta suck this dudes dick or I am screwed!" Just as that thought went through his mind the guy stepped forward and wiped his dickhead on Tims lips. "Now you just open up and take the head, kid. We'll start out real slow while you get used to suckin', Ok? Now first thing, just slide your tongue around the head of my cock, get it good and wet before you get some suction going." "Yes, Sir" Tim said as he slowly opened his mouth and accepted the thick cockhead. The mans cock was drooling alot of precum now and Tim could taste the salty tang of it as he ran his tongue over the huge head. The man sighed as Tims hot mouth surrounded his hard cock. Tim had never tasted cum before, not even his own after jerking off, but he figured if it wasn't any worse than the taste of this mans precum then he would be ok. "Besides, " he thought, "I can spit it out after the guy leaves. There ain't no fuckin' way I am gonna be swallowing any guys load of cum!! Not a chance in hell!!" "Whatcha doin' down there kid?!?" The man asked as he leaned back and looked down at Tim. "I don't feel any tongue action, something wrong?" Tim slowly shook his head and got back to working on the hard cock in his mouth. He was amazed at how thick this mans cock was and how his mouth had to stretch open to take just the first few inches. Tim started a bit when he heard another clicking sound to his right followed by a latch opening. Another customer was going into the preview room behind him as he sucked on the anonymous cock in his mouth. Tim felt a hand slide over his ass and circle in torwards his tight hole. A finger slowly smeared cold cum around before disappearing. The man in front of him started talking again which pulled Tim back to the task at hand. "Ok kid, lets get some more of my cock into that hot mouth of yours. You just start suckin' while I slide in, Let see how much of my cock you can take!" Tim tried to pull back but the guy was pressing forward which was pushing the hard cock further into Tims mouth. "MMmmmMMMMMnnn." was all Tim could say as the long, thick shaft slid further into his mouth. "Oh yeah, do it kid!! Suck that cock! Wrap those tight lips around it and suck! Suck that cock!!! Tim was relieved the man had stopped before hitting the back of his throat. He started sucking and running his tongue over the hard shaft as the man slowly fucked his mouth. Just as Tim was getting used to sucking on a hard cock he felt a blunt pressure on his asshole. Before Tim could steel himself the cock pressed forward and slid into his tight hole. Tim tensed up and in his shock, bit down on the hard shaft in his mouth. The man in front of him pulled back and yelled out, "Fuck, FUCK!!! You little shithead, you bit my dick!!! Tim tried to say something, to apologize, but was instead trying to adjust to the cock that was penetrating his asshole. He gritted his teeth as the cock slid all the way in, stretching him more than he thought possible. The hard cock pulled back and thrust back in causing Tim to open his mouth in a silent scream. This new cock was splitting him wide open and it hurt like hell! The man in front of him had his cock in hand while yelling at Tim. "Ok, you little shit, just for that you are gonna get a serious mouth fuck and you BETTER keep your fuckin' teeth in check! No more takin' it slow, I need to blow my load....NOW!!! Enough of this cocksucker training!!" Tims mouth was still open as the assault on his asshole continued. Just as the pain started to lessen he felt the hard cock in front of him jam into his mouth and down his throat, causing him to gag. "Take it you fuckin' whore!!" The man said as he thrust his body up to the gloryhole. Tim took a quick deep breath in through his nose before the cock slammed back into his mouth. He couldn't think straight as two cocks fucked him. The thick cock fucking his ass hurt every time it slid out and thrust back in. The long cock in his mouth gagged him every time it slid down his throat. Tim didn't even have time to panic as he dealt with two hard, horny guys using his as a cumdump. The thrusts up his ass were banging into Tims ass causing him to lurch forward. Every thrust yanked on his cock and balls which were strapped and clamped to the wall between his legs. He could also feel the collar around his neck bite into him every time the guy fucking his mouth thrust into his face. The clasp holding his collar to the wall under the gloryhole was not giving at all, allowing his facefucker complete access to his tight, spasming throat. After a dozen fast strokes into his throat the heavy breathing Tim heard in the next booth turned to a loud groan as the cock fucking his mouth hardened. "Ok fagboy, here ya go!! The anonymous guy yelled. "Your first load of nut juice! Oh....... yeah......... oh...... Fuck yeah!!! Swallow that load!! Eat it Bitch.......EAT..........IT!!! Awwwww fuck........fuck.......yeah!!! Tim eyes flew open as he felt the large shaft go rock hard with a pulse working up to the tip. Suddenly a shot of cum blasted out and coated the back of his throat, then another and another until Tims mouth was full of thick, hot cum swimming around the guys hard cock. The man kept thrusting into Tims mouth as he worked out every drop of cum from his swollen balls. The taste of nut juice slammed into Tims senses as the slowly thrusting cock started to shrink. The man shuddered as he reluctantly withdrew his cock from the hot mouth. He leaned down to see Tims body jerking with the thrusts from the hard fucking he was getting. "Now you just swill that load around in your mouth, kid, get a good taste of what you will be eating for the next 9 plus hours til closing time. And don't you even think about spitting it out!! That is high quality V.I.P. cum that is not to be wasted. What do ya think kid? Taste good?" A tear slowly slid down Tims face as his mouth held the thick load of man cum. The next hard thrust into his ass caused the tear to jump off of his cheek and disappear into the darkness. The man smiled at Tim. "Open up, kid, lets see how much I shot into your slut mouth!" Tim opened his mouth to show the man a large, milky load pooled in his mouth. Another hard thrust from his fucker caused a bit of cum to slip over his lower lip and slide down his chin. "Ah, ah, baby. That is prime mansperm! We wanna make sure you swallow it all down!" The man slowly slid his finger under Tims jerking chin to catch the large drop of cum. "Here ya go kid, suck that off of my finger and swallow down my load. Ya need to make room for the next hard cock to make a deposit." Tim swallowed once, twice and then a third time trying to get all of the thick, sticky cum down his throat. He couldn't get it all down, it felt like it was coating his mouth and throat. The taste of cum would not go away!! "Good boy." the man said as he stood and zipped up his slacks. "Now you enjoy that hard cock fucking your ass and don't worry, I will send someone in to fill that hot mouth of yours in a few minutes. From what I saw when I got here, this place was filling up fast, there will be guys in here one after the other. You will be eating alot of mancum tonight, kid, but I will always remember that my load was your first. Later, kid." Tim winced at the thought of eating cum but did not have time to worry about it. Right now there was a hard, thick cock fucking the hell out of him. Tims hole felt like it was permanantly stretched out as his body jerked with every thrust into him. The pull on his cock and balls increased as the guy fucking him started to slam in and out faster as the cock grew even larger. Tim gritted his teeth for three more body jarring thrusts before a yell echoed out of the preview room. A wet warmth filled his hole as the man fucking him blew his load, coating Tims insides with what felt like an impossible amount of cum. As the cock withdrew and cum slid down his thighs, Tim knew better than to relax. He knew this was just the beginning. "Nine more hours. "Tim thought. "Nine more hours of sucking cock and getting fucked. What the hell is happening?!? And why am I getting a hard on? Why the fuck am I getting turned on?!? I can't be a fag!!! I CAN'T BE A FAG!!!" At that thought he heard the click and latch of the door to the cocksucking booth. It swung open and a large, heavyset man entered. "Hey baby, I hear you like to suck cock." Tims cock got even harder as the man slowly unbuttoned his jeans! To be continued Any comments or criticisms are appreciated as this is my first time at writing a fictional story.

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Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2002 01:33:15 -0700 From: C. Olt Subject: Timothy Part 7 Timothy Part 7 By Colt Disclaimer: As always, if you are not old enough: DON'T READ THIS! If you are easily offended: DON'T READ THIS! If you are straight, religious, squeamish or adverse to the idea of eating cum: DON'T READ THIS! Also if you use my story for any reason, in whole or in part, please remember to credit me by adding my name and email address. After Tims laughter had died down, his body again began to rebel against the position his bongage kept him in. He could not believe how worn out he felt. There was no way to tell what time it was but it felt like he had been in this booth for months. His arms, cuffed behind his back, ached. His lower back muscles burned from the amount of time he had been bent over. He had to lock his knees back to keep his sore legs from collapsing out from under him. The alternative was to let them give out and have his dick and balls ripped off by the leather cockring hooking them to the wall. He kept lifting his feet to shake out his legs and each time he had to peel them off of the floor. So much cum had run out of his abused hole that he was practically glued to the cool formica flooring. That and the smell were just about enough to send Tim over the edge. The very worst of it all was the feeling in his gut. Tim felt full and the thing that made his mind slowly unravel even more was the fact that he had not eaten any food since earlier that morning. The full feeling in his stomach was the result of eating load after load of cum from the hard cocks that had come thru the gloryhole in front of him. In the few brief moments he had to contemplate his current situation he decided that swallowing cum was worse than having it shot up his now sloppy asshole. At least getting fucked, he thought, didn't make him gag, choke or make it hard to breathe. It also meant he didn't have to smell the crotches and cum of all the men using him. Another plus was that he could always shit out the huge deposits of cum shot up his ass. If he wanted to rid himself of the loads in his gut he would have to puke it up and the idea of puking up what he didn't want to swallow in the first place did NOT appeal to Tim. Interupting Tims train of thought was the suckbooth door opening. Rousing sounds of laughter and cheers echoed into the booth as two guys walked in and locked the door behind them. Tim could see them from the mid chest down as they stopped in the middle of the booth and turn torwards the gloryhole. The first guy was wearing black track pants with two white stripes running down the outside seam and a tight white tshirt that was form fitting to the trim body of the boy wearing it. The other guy was wearing loose jeans that hung low on his waist exposing the blue and white plaid of his boxers. A tight ribbed tshirt and jean jacket completed his fashion statement. As Tim waited for the oral abuse to begin he heard the guys talking. "Ok Billy, Brad and Jon say this guy puts your skanky ex girlfriend to shame. I'll let you go first to see if they are right." Tim saw the guy in the jeans and jacket turn and swing his arm into the gut of his buddy followed by a loud oooommph. "Fuck you Ben, you dickhead" Billy barked out in mock anger, laughing. "Those two fags don't know shit!" "Dude," Ben said, "She has had more dick in her than most hookers. That's why you were with her and you know it. You've been a fuckin horndog since the 6th grade and your only getting worse. Next thing ya know, you'll be shuffling up to a hole in the wall and offering up your dick to any pussy that walks by." Ben leaned down and looked at Tims exposed mouth resting on the edge of the gloryhole before continuing. "Kinda like this fag with his ass and mouth just waiting for the next big dick to come along. Your becoming a fuckin manslut!" "Well shit man. What the hell do you expect? I'm 17 years old with a bone in my boxers 24/7!" Billy grabbed and tugged at the thick cock through the faded jeans for effect. "If I don't empty my nuts at LEAST once a day I am a fuckin' basket case and you know that. And I still say that I lost that match to Dylan Walker because of it. That was the day that bitch wouldn't put out, remember? And you know I ain't one to jerk off just to get my nut!" "Here ya go then, " Ben swept his hand dramatically torwards the gloryhole. "We got our own personal nut catcher just waiting for another deposit. Now get on up there and do it, man, 'cause if ya don't, me and the guys are gonna ditch ya. All that backed up cum is turnin you into a asshole and your bringin' our celebration down! Now get up there and empty your fuckin' nuts man and make it quick 'cause I'm next!" Loud laughter erupted from Ben as he took a grand, sweeping step back and watched Billy practically rip open his jeans. He heard his buddies boxers tear from the mad dash to get the growing cock thru the fly. After several attempts to extract his now rock hard cock, Billy mumbled a frustrated cuss word and tore open his boxers from waistband to crotch. Ben could tell by the look on his friends face that he didn't give a shit about the ruined shorts. All Billy was concerned about was sliding his cock into a tight, wet throat and fucking face 'til he drained his balls dry. Tim watched and listened to all that was going on between the two friends. Now, besides feeling a bit sick to his stomach and achy all over, Tim was terrified beyond imagining. As the two guys in the next booth were talking, Tims mind started to form coherent thoughts beyond what was currently happening to him. One thought in particular just flashed through his mind, leaving him beyond stunned. The names that had sounded so familiar through the thick, desensitizing fog in his head earilier coupled with the two new guys in front of him fell together like puzzle pieces. Brad. Jon. Ben. Billy. All put together they made the kind of twisted sense that they were meant to. Tims brother Doug knew exactly who he was bringing to the bookstore and that Tims eventual realization would be overwhelming, even sickening to him. It was his high school wrestling team brought here to fill up the new town slut with 17 year old boy cum. His mind locked up as his entire body went limp with defeat. The slack jawed expression on Tims face, that would have amused Doug to no end, produced a disheartened moan that escaped from the pit of Tims being. It felt like the last coherent sound he would ever make. Ben laughed out loud as he bent down to see Tims mouth hanging open. "Dude, get in there. The guy is so pumped to empty your nuts that he's starting to moan!" Billy jerked his rock hard cock a couple of times and then took aim at the wet mouth in front of him. "Here ya go fag. Suck it good 'cause it ain't coming out of your mouth until I dump my load!" His mind completely blank, Tim didn't even register that Billys hard cock was sliding into his mouth. He didn't close his lips or move his tongue as the shaft stretched his mouth wider. "Fuck Ben, this fag isn't doin' anything. No lips, no tongue. WHAT....THE....FUCK....is goin' on here?!?!" Billy let out a loud growl of frustration. "Listen fag, if you dont start sucking, I am gonna jam my shaft down your throat til you cant breath!! Maybe then you will be a bit more accomodating!!!" Tim still did not move as the cock lay on his tongue. The panic he had felt just moments ago, at the thought of his peers using him, had completely paralyzed him. "Ok fucker, don't say I didn't warn ya!" Billy jammed his cock forward and plugged Tims throat, hoping that would get the cocksuckers attention. Unfortunately he was completely unaware that this cocksucker was just too overwhelmed to respond. Tim didn't even realize that he couldn't breathe. All he felt was shock as he became lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. The booth in front of him started to shimmer before slowly going dark. He could hear Billy yelling out his orders to suck but they became more faint until it sounded like it was a hundred miles away. Soon it was dark. And quiet. Very quiet. No fear anymore. The fear was gone. Tim slowly opened his eyes and started at the bright light. Covering his face, he looked up and saw the sun shining down on him. He could feel and smell cool grass underneath him. His eyes adjust to the bright midday sun and he sees the wide expanse of blue sky above him. Not a cloud in sight. The sunlight warmed his skin as he stopped to listen to all the activity going on around him. A voice behind Tim caused him to jerk up, twist around and stare in shock directly at.....his mom. "Hey honey, did you fall asleep? Tim nodded his head. The stunned look on his face getting a laugh out of his mother. "You silly kid, your gonna get a sunburn if you don't get out of the sun. There are plenty of trees around here for you to nap under." His mother, Laura, beamed a wonderful, maternal smile that Tim found alien. He hadn't seen that expression for a long time considering the crap he has put her through over the years. Guilt tugged at Tims gut as she continued talking. "Well get your behind in gear. We have a nice spread on the picnic tables over there and it isn't going to last long with the whole family here." That said she turned and walked back to a large group of women discussing recipes, weight loss and the ravenous looks the food was getting from most of the Rush family menfolk. Tim slowly got up and stretched his muscles. He was surprised how much he ached since he couldn't have been asleep for long. He looked down at his arms and saw a light red tint under his tan which meant that he had indeed stayed in the sun too long. He decided he better get some sunscreen on as soon as possible before eating or it would get even worse. As he walked, he noticed how strange his pants felt, almost like they didn't fit right. He looked down and gasped as he saw the VERY low riding jeans practically painted onto his form. The bulge off to the left of the crotch seam brought a flush to his face that he didn't have to see, he could feel it. He also noticed that the black, short sleeve shirt he was wearing only went down to just under his pecs, leaving his torso and upper crotch completely exposed. He looked up in panic to see if anyone had noticed his attire but apparently it concerned no one at the Rush family gathering. Two of his cousins, Mac and Karen, even walked by him and said Hi and asked how he was doing. Tim noticed no strange looks from them, no disgust. It was as if he were dressed normally. "This is too fuckin' weird" Tim thought as his panic slowly receded. He continued torwards the house in search of sunscreen. He was pretty sure they had some in the downstairs bathroom. Along the way he passed his Uncle Dale and Aunt Sarah who were surrounded by their 4 grandkids. Idle chat ensued about school, home, friends and such til Tim managed to get away and move on to the patio sliding glass door. Again he noticed that no one considered his attire unacceptable. As he walked up he saw his reflection in the glass. The awning over the door shaded his features but left the rest of him in full view. He had never seen his body looking so hot. He wasn't sure what inspired him to dress this way but he decided that it was a look he would have to think about keeping. His abs were tight and defined and were bookended by very well developed fuck muscles above his exposed hips. As he admired himself, he could feel his cock hardening and slowly expanding torwards his left hip. He blushed immediately when he saw his Grandma Ruth coming out of the house with a huge platter of ribs to be barbequed. He waited for her to chastise him about his clothes but all she said was "Hi baby boy, ya hungry?" and ruffled the hair on his head. No mention of his jeans, shirt or the large bulge that threatened to rip through the denim of his pants. Again Tim shook his head in wonder and walked into the house torwards the bathroom. Just as he reached the bathroom door, it jerked open. Surprised, he stopped dead in his tracks as a scream pierced the air. His 16year old third cousin Tara started laughing, her hand pressed to her ample chest. "Oh my god, Tim. You scared me to death!" She kept laughing as she grabbed his arm in a tight grip. "Don't ever do that to me again!!" Tim blushed a bit as he began laughing along with Tara. He had always thought she was hot but in the year since he had last saw her she had become even more attractive. She stood about 5'3" tall with long brownish/blond curly hair that draped over her almost over developed tits. The only thing that balanced her out was her hips which curved out from her trim waistline. The tight demin shorts and pink tank top made her figure even more eye popping. Tim could feel his cock start to expand again in his jeans. "Sorry Tara, I was just coming in for some sunscreen. I didn't realize anyone else was in the house." Tim shifted a bit, trying to adjust the bulge without drawing any attention to it. The blush on his face bringing a sly smile to his cousins full lips. "Don't worry Timmy, I always like it when I run into you." Tara lightly ran her hand down Tims arm as she brushed past him. She kept eye contact with him as she moved torward the sliding glass door. "I'll see you outside. We can talk more about "running into" each other, ok?" The lilt to her voice screamed sex to Tim. He couldn't believe after all these years that Tara was actually coming on to him, paying attention to him. Up to this point she would just smile demurely whenever she caught him staring at her and now here she was practically offering herself....no scratch that, THROWING herself at him. Tims cock was rock hard and when he looked down he could see how obscene a bulge it made in his pants. He looked around and seeing no one, he stepped quickly into the bathroom and locked the door. Tim leaned against the door and tried to slow his breathing. He couldn't figure out why he was so overwhelmed. He thought he had developed more control over himself whenever Tara was around. He had done this so as to not make a fool of himself in front of her or the rest of his family. Feeling the slight pain of his rock hard cock in the low ride jeans made it clear that he was wrong, he had no control at all. After a few more deep breaths Tim pushed away from the door and stepped over to the cabinet next to the sink. As he was searching for the sunscreen he caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror. What he saw stopped him cold. Outside he couldnt see his face but in the well lit bathroom his image was crystal clear. He was shocked at his reflection as the image didn't look like him at all. His short brown hair was now blond and longer, just past his shirt collar in back with bangs hanging over his eyes. He also noticed that his lips seemed fuller, poutier with a bee stung look he liked so well on women. He scanned his body and saw more details in the clothes he was wearing. The short waisted black shirt had white trim around the collar and sleeves with two white stripes running down each arm. The jeans are a very light blue and rode lower than he had first realized. He could actually see a bit of pubic hair just above the waist. He slowly turned around and saw that if he moved too much or bent over, the top of his asscrack was also visible. He shook his head and in a whisper said to himself, "This.......is just too fuckin' weird." Tim moved back over to the cabinet and found the sunscreen, flicked open the top and applied it to his exposed skin. After he was covered and protected he decided to head back out the the back yard. He realized how hungry he was and wanted to get to the food before it was devoured by his family. He walked to the patio door and watched everyone milling around. Most of the adults were eating as the younger kids ran around like hyperactive freaks. Most of his cousins around his age were still in or around the pool. He walked out and headed over to the three huge tables that were filled with a wide array of food. Family and family friends, milling around and serving themselves, were saying hi to Tim and asking how he had been. Tim was sociable and filled everyone in on school, home, etc before they finished loading up and went to find a seat. Tim decided to go out by the back corner of the yard and sit on a outcropping of large rocks. Behind him were the woods that covered the rest of the 10 acres his parents owned. While filling himself up on barbeque ribs, corn on the cob and two rolls, Tim scanned the large gathering that overran the large back yard. Just about every member of his family was there along with their boyfriends, girlfriends, spouses, children, etc. His roaming eyes stopped on Tara. Tim couldn't believe how she had filled out in the short time since he last saw her. He watched as one of his young nephews ran between her legs, tripping her, which caused her overdeveloped tits to bounce inside her tank top. The immediate reaction to seeing this was a growing tightness in his jeans and a tingle in his nuts. He continued watching his cousin as she laughed, turned and walked to the corner of the house. She leaned up against the stucco exterior and seemed to be talking to someone. Even from his distant vantage point, Tim could see a dark hand reach out to her waist, run slowly up her side and finally over her right breast, caressing her. Tim couldn't see who it was touching Tara but a pang of jealousy flashed through his gut as his face flushed with anger. Tim continued watching and soon thought less of the strangers hand and more about her maturing form. The large breasts, the trim waist, the curve of her ass which blended down into two of the shapeliest legs he had ever seen. Tim wasn't aware of it but his hand had slowly crept down and started to massage the large lump his half hard cock made in his jeans. Soon a small dark spot seeped thru the denim material as his hand continued to rub back and forth. Just as a fantasy image of Tara looking up at him while on her knees in front of him ran through his head the dark figure standing next to her stepped out and looked directly at him. At this distance he couldn't actually see the strangers eyes, but somehow he knew that he was the focus of the mans stare. Tims cock went rock hard as the image in his head changed startlingly into one of Tim on his knees in front of this black man he had never seen before. The image included the mans hard cock aimed at Tims pouty lips. He gasped at the intruding thought as his cock squeezed out a thick pump of precum causing the dark patch in his jeans to grow dramatically. The man that caught his eye was african american, about 6' tall, with a nice build in a tshirt and loose, silky gray shorts. Tim had no idea who he was or why he was with Tara but he was definitely a very handsome guy, almost too handsome. Tim, slackjawed with shock, could not look away and saw the man give him a evil grin. With a flush to his face, Tim jerked his head down and went back to eating what was on his plate. He thought of everything he could to get the image of being on his knees in front of this mystery man out of his head. After he finished and set his plate aside, Tim leaned back into the shade that was slowly creeping over him. The sun of the early afternoon was moving past the nearby treeline and slowly darkening his corner of the well landscaped back yard. He was determined not to look up or he surely would catch the mans gaze again and be caught like a deer in headlights. Tim closed his eyes and listen to the chatter of his family and the wind blowing high in the trees. Just as he started to relax he heard someone walk up to him. He slowly lifted his head and saw the man he was looking at earlier standing just 5 feet away. "Hey, you must be Tim. I'm Daniel, Taras boyfriend. I saw ya looking at me and thought I would come over and introduce myself." Daniel extended his hand which Tim reached up and shook. Tim noticed the guys grip and how he had held on a bit too long before finally pulling his hand back. He figured the guy was 17, maybe 18. Tim felt a pang of jealousy to find that this guy was definitely involved with his hot looking cousin. As he fumed, he watched Dan turn and lean back against the tree closest to Tim. Dans gaze scanned the back yard of the Rush home as he continued talking. "Nice day today, good day for a family reunion." He turned and looked at Tim. "So why are you all the way back here? Don't you get along with your family?" Tim shook his head and stuttered a bit before responding. "Uh......um......no......no, its not that. I am just kind of out of it today and not really in the mood. Figured I would stay out of the way and just make a random appearance to keep my parents happy." The conversation continued, each new topic a bit more moronic and useless as it went on. Tim was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable when all of the sudden out of the corner of his eye he saw Dan rubbing his crotch. Tim was shocked and couldn't help looking as the bulge in the silky material continued to grow under the black mans hand. A few minutes later Dan turned and flashed that evil grin again as he stared directly at Tim. With a smirk on his face, Dan gave a condecending up and down look to check out Tim before nodding his head torwards the woods. Tim had no idea what to think, what to do or how to react. He just continued to stare back in shock. Dan scanned the yard to make sure no one was looking before pushing away from the tree and walking back into the woods. Tim watched him go as his mind was racing. He looked back at the family gathering to see if anyone was watching and then back into the trees to see Dan slip out of sight. Questions raced through his mind as he tried to figure out what to do. A crunch of pine needles brought his attention back to the woods. He saw Dan standing there, his hand on his crotch and a thick bulge running down the left leg of his shorts. Tim checked one more time to see if anyone was watching before getting up and walking torward the trees. He wasn't sure why but but he felt like he had to go, like he had no say or choice in the matter. Almost like he was not in control of his own actions and that feeling made his stomach lurch as he made his way through the trees. He saw Dan turn and walk further into the woods. Tim followed. In a small clearing, Tim saw that Dan had stopped and turned around. He walked up to him and immediately felt the black guys hands grab his ass and grope his crotch. Tim felt his cock expand and bulge in his jeans. After a few minutes he felt Dan slowly push him down on his knees. Tim could see the hard cock pressing against the flimsy material but wasn't sure what to do. The guy took care of that as he pulled the waistband of his shorts down and hooked them under his balls. Tim looked up at the guy then down to look at the thick 7 inch black cock aimed at his mouth. "Go on baby." Dan said in a husky voice. "I know your wanting that cock. Could tell the minute I saw you that you were a pussyboy cumdump in search of a load. Well here it is. All ya gotta do is work on my cock and I will feed ya what you need. C'mon, get to it!" Tim was at a loss at what to do so he just stared at the thick black cock. Eventually he grabbed the shaft and tentatively started licking up and down the sides and along the full vein underneath. Dan didn't seem to have much use for this as he pushed his cock into Tims mouth and started fucking. Dan grabbed Tims head and kept thrusting, causing him to gag. Tim tried to pull back but the grip on his head was fierce and he couldn't get away. As the abuse continued Tim heard someone walking torwards them. He panicked and tried desperately to get away from the thrusting cock but Dan held on tight and buried his cock down his throat. Tim looked over and his face went ashen. It was his Uncle Dale, standing there stroking his cock as he watched Dan abuse Tims mouth and throat. Tim tried again to get away, moaning and gurgling on the thick black shaft but Dan held firm. He struggled again, so much so that he started pounding his fists into Dans thighs. After the third punch he felt hands grab his wrists and pull his arms behind his back. His uncle held his arms and continued to watch his nephew get face fucked. "You just suck that cock, you little cunt. I wanna see this black fucker pound his load down your throat and I ain't gonna let you get in the way of that." Tim was held firmly as his uncle watched Dans slick black cock fuck faster and faster into his mouth. He knew there was nothing he could do, that this wouldn't be over until Dan was done using him. Whatever happens afterward was not even a issue, Tim just wanted this to be over as soon as possible. Tim heard Dan start breathing harder. The black cock in his mouth expanded, stretching his lips almost painfully. The fat head plugged Tims throat on every thrust. It was getting harder to breath as Dan started rabbit fucking his face and Tim wasnt sure he would make it to the end. He started to get light headed as he heard Dan moan over and over, each time a bit louder. His uncle was breathing hard in his ear as he watched the action. "Here it comes bitch! It's almost time to eat a thick load of mancum. I wanna see you take it all, slut!! Right from the tap!" Dale was almost shouting in his ear while at the same time tightening his grip on Tims arms. Tim felt Dan yank his head down on his hard cock for repeated long, deep thrusts until finally shoving every inch down Tims throat. A loud yell echoed in the trees as Dans thick cockhead grew larger and began to spit out shot after shot of thick cum directly into Tims gut. "Oh yeah." Dale moaned as he watched his nephew being fed. "Swallow that down fag boy. Don't you waste a drop!" After the fourth thick spurt of cum, Dan pulled back and let the last shots fill Tims mouth. Each spurt was followed by a loud grunt until his balls were finally done. Though he was sicked by what he had just done, Tim was glad it was over. Or so he thought. Dans grip tighted as he pushed most of his cock back into Tims mouth. "I can feel my load in your mouth. You swallow that down and get ready 'cause we aren't done yet. I've got another for you so you just keep sucking and running your tongue along my dick, bitch! It won't be too long 'til I feed ya again!" A defeated groan escaped from Tim as he resigned himself to his fate. With Dans tight grip on his head and his Uncle Dale holding his arms behind him, Tim knew there was no way out of this situation until these men were done with him. He swallowed the rest of Dans load and then started sucking the cock back to hardness while trying to move his tongue around as ordered. The grip on his head lessened which meant that this time he was gonna be the active participant. The first time was a full on face fuck but this time Dan apparently expected Tim to actually suck the next load out of his bloated balls. Panting, Dan continued issuing orders. "Keep sucking, cumwhore. Faster........ faster..... c'mon, work that load out of me. I'm not leavin here 'til you have two fuckin loads of my cum sloshin around inside of you, so get to work!!" Faster and faster he sucked as Dan and Dale spurred him on. Tim heard them calling him every lowlife name they could think of as the abuse of his mouth and throat continued. Ten minutes later Tim could again feel the signs that he would soon be force fed another thick load of mancum. Grunts echoed above him as Dans cock expanded, flexing and pulsing as it prepared to add to the already large deposit in tims gut. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHhhhhhh, fuck yeah....... yeah! Take it you cunt! Eat that load...... eat it, swallow it down........ oh fuck.... fuck!!" This second load, easily as big as the first, shot out like a cannon against the back of Tims throat. Tim reflexively swallowed down the first blast and let the next five fill up his mouth. Looking up, Tim saw Dan with a sheen of sweat on his face and a evil grin marring his handsome features. The smile became a sneer. "Suck it down, bitch. Eat that load." Tim felt Dan pull his cock out until only the head was wrapped by his lips. Tim swallowed the large pool of cum, the nutty flavor assaulting his tastebuds as the thick fluid went down his throat. He watched Dan wrap his hand around the shaft and stroke out a few more drops before finally pulling out. When he did, Tim saw a thick strand of bubbly cum stretch from his mouth to the slowly shrinking cock in front of him. "You lean forward and suck that cum back into your mouth, boy" Dale said as he held firm to Tims arms. "I told you not to waste a drop." Tim sobbed, unable to figure out what the hell was going on here. Knowing he had no choice, he opened his mouth and manuvered the dangling strand of cum into his mouth followed by licking up what was left on Dans cockhead. Dale chuckled in his ear. "That a good little cumdump. I knew you could do it!" Tim watched as Dan stepped back and pulled his shorts back up over his now limp cock. "Ya did good baby." Dan said with a wicked grin on his face. His grin widened as he watched Tim swallow repeatedly to get the thick sperm down his throat. "Good boy. I gotta tell ya, I haven't shot two loads that fast since my last cocksucker moved away. We'll have to do this again soon. And next time, I want a shot at that pussy hole of yours, understand?" Tim just nodded his head. All he wanted was for these two guys to leave him alone. Tim heard Dan thank Dale for his help and with a nod headed back torwards the house. Dale let go of Tims arms allowing him to slump forward. He closed his eyes and was just glad it was over. Right now, all he wanted to do was get into the house and to his room and just hide away. He would have done exactly that but apparently his uncle had other ideas. "You didn't think you were done, did you bitch?!?" Tim squeezed his eyes shut. "What the fuck does he want now?" he thought. He pushed back up onto his knees and looked at his uncle Dale. What he saw made him gasp. His uncle was standing in front of him with his khaki shorts open while stroking what looked like a thick 9 inch cock. A grin spread across Dales face. "Dan there was just a appetizer, this is your main course and I have three weeks of pent up cum to feed ya. Your aunt Sarah never was much into sucking cock so that means you are my shot at dumping this load. I got enough here to fill your gut and you are gonna suck it out of me, arentcha boy?" Tim looked up at his uncle Dale and saw that this was gonna happen whether he liked it or not. "Open your mouth and get to work, bitch. Your gonna be here a while." TO BE CONTINUED A quick apology to everyone for the long delay between part 6 and 7. Alot has been going on lately and has, as you can tell, eaten into my writing time. As I have said before, I have every intention of completing this story so hang in there with me!! I would like to thank ShaverBoy for all of his encouragement and help in getting this latest chapter fine tuned and ready for posting. Your a great guy and a great friend. Thank you. (btw, I loved the postcard! They sure do grow those pink flamingos big on the eastern seaboard :) Another quick thanks to Brian who, unknowingly to even me until I was writing it, inspired a large portion of Timothys hallucination experience. Brian, I hope I helped you discover a new side to yourself and that you are having fun with your newfound "addiction" ;) Be safe. To everyone else, thanks so much for the emails!! Obviously they have dwindled over the last several months but the occasional encouragement made a world of difference. C.

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Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 09:09:01 EST From: B2655@aol.com Subject: Stripping for Punishment - Part 2 (GM Authoritarian) Stripping for Punishment - Part 2 by Terry b2655@aol.com My body weight was resting on my toes, and my calf and thigh muscles were taut with the effort of supporting myself. I flexed my ass cheeks in silent defense of the inevitable, as the coach tightened his grip on my leg. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! There was no preparation for the searing pain coursing across my clenched bottom. I swear I saw stars and flames all at the same time. If the coach hadn't had a firm grip on me, I would have fallen off his lap and onto the floor. I clenched my teeth together with all my might to keep from screaming. Hot flames were licking at my bottom, and I couldn't hold still. My whole body twisted and turned in reflex. I sucked in huge gasps of air as I tried to steady myself. That's when I felt it. There was a powerful stirring in my cock. The coach still held me by my boy cock, which somehow remained hard as steel. He was using my natural lubrication to stroke and twist at my hardon. The pain had been so intense I had quite forgotten he had a grip on my dick. I was surprised to realize that the sound coming from my throat was a moan of pleasure. "That's right, lad. Concentrate on the pleasure in your cock. You took those last strokes like the brave boy I knew you could be. Now just accept your reward. We're going to make your cock feel better than ever before. You deserve this." His sexy talk played tricks with my brain. I no longer felt waves of stinging pain all across my ass. Instead, my mind and body were flooded with unspeakable pleasure. The coach continued to squeeze, stroke and twist my slick boy cock. Just then I knew I had crossed a threshold from which there was no return. I knew I was about to become addicted to this impossible merger of pleasure and pain. The sound of the creaking floorboards made me look up with a start. I had forgotten that the headmaster was still in the room, much less that he had been the source of five powerful blasts to my bottom. He strode over and stopped right in front of me. I was staring at his feet. But it was the coach, who never stopped stimulating my cock, who spoke. "Aren't you forgetting something, lad? Have you quite forgotten your manners, boy?" What in blazes was he talking about? All I could think of was the coach's hot strokes on my cock. I was consumed with waves of agonizing pleasure. My eyes traveled from the headmaster's feet up his long legs, but stopped at the sight of the paddle still held menacingly in his right hand. But what startled me was that his left hand trembled as it clutched and pawed at his crotch. "Go ahead, boy. Thank your headmaster for your punishment. Let's hear some sincere words of gratitude." The coach had to be crazy! There was no way I was going to do any such thing. Gratitude and thanks were the farthest things from my mind. The headmaster had bruised and battered my butt with unexpected ferocity. And it had turned the bastard on. But the coach didn't get an opportunity to force the issue, as just then the paddle fell from the headmaster's grip and clattered to the floor. The next thing I heard was the footsteps of the headmaster rushing down the stairs and out the door. The coach chuckled as his right hand let go of my leg and started smoothing and stroking my flaming ass cheeks. His voice became softer and more intimate as he cooed words of encouragement. "Sorry, lad. This scene must have been too much for the old fellow. He's probably going to have to take care of some problems of his own right about now, matters that are best performed in private. Just try to relax now. You need to get better control of yourself before we continue." The coach stopped stroking my boy cock and just held it in a firm grasp. His attentions were directed to my reddened bottom, which he patted and stroked with lazy motions. His hand felt like heaven as it tamed the sparks still tingling all across my battered buttocks. "That's right. Take some deep breaths and hold still for me. Be a good boy, now. Make me proud of you." His words worked their own seduction on my brain and lulled me into blind obedience. It was becoming clear that I would do whatever this man demanded of me. "Spread your legs a bit farther, now. That's right, open up for me. Don't be shy. We need to see any areas that have escaped punishment, because I intend to be quite thorough. You'll have an evenly punished bottom when we're through with you today." His palm felt its way all over my ass, stroking its way up to my waist and then back down over my cheeks and all the way down to the tops of my thighs. I trembled at his impossibly erotic touch. "There, there, lad. Steady now. Just relax and rest your weight on my lap." I melted onto his lap and felt my leaking cock press hard against the scratchy fabric of his trousers. Now both of his hands carried out their sexy ministrations on my reddened behind, which was slick with sweat. I was half crazed with the pleasure of it. The coach's hands tugged at my thighs, pushing them farther and farther apart. I felt cool air licking about my boy hole, which clenched open and shut at this unexpected exposure. His hands gripped my cheeks firmly and spread them wide apart, revealing even more of my ass for his intimate inspection. Just then he flicked at my hole with his index finger, and I jumped in surprise. "Okay, lad. You're going to have to help me out here. Reach back and spread those cheeks for me. I want to be able to see all of you." I choked back a sob as my hands went about their assigned task. My sex-drugged brain didn't even consider resisting him. As one hand stroked lazily across my back and sides, the other probed around the opening of my boy hole. He pressed his thumb against the clenched opening and asserted steady pressure, but not enough to enter me just yet. I continued to pull and stretch my cheeks wide apart, reveling in this unaccustomed attention. "Yes, lad. This is the nerve center of all your cravings. You can feel it opening up to me. It is my intention to make you recognize the full extent of your need. We can already feel your ass lips throbbing with excitement. Once we train your ass thoroughly, you'll be crazed with desire for regular punishment sessions. But as we expand your limits and endurance, we'll extend your rewards in equal measure. I can already see that your boy bottom is horny for discipline. The more you can learn to take, the greater the sexual rewards. And before you know it, the pain of punishment and the pleasure of sex will merge into one. And you'll become addicted. You'll soon be completely out of control with need for this treatment." My heart was pounding as the impact of his words sank in. I knew he was right, and the realization scared me. "But first we need to get back to the task at hand. What you need now is a long, slow hand spanking to warm you up for the main event. I intend to introduce you to the punishment strap, and it will be impossible for you to endure it without proper preparations. So take hold of my leg and the chair bottom, boy. And brace yourself for the spanking of your life. Just because I'm only using my hands doesn't mean this will be easy." Suddenly I'm worried. I know this is no veiled threat. But I'm also determined to be brave for the coach to show him I'm worth all this time and attention. The coach places a strong hand under my quivering stomach and lifts my ass higher and higher until I'm stretched and balanced on my tiptoes once more. "That's right, lad. Up we go. But I want your legs spread apart as far as possible. Yes, that's it. Now just concentrate on staying in place. No thrashing about. You're beyond that, boy. Show me what you're made of." I clenched my eyes shut and let out a soft moan. I felt a tear trickle its way down my cheek and onto the floor. This was the real thing. This was the point of no return. -- to be continued. b2655@aol.com

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Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 22:38:33 -0800 From: C. Olt <tennormalcoys@hotmail.com> Subject: Timothy Part 3 Timothy Part 3 By Colt Disclaimer: As always, if you are not old enough: DON'T READ THIS! If you are easily offended: DON'T READ THIS! If you are straight, religious, squeamish or adverse to the idea of eating cum: DON'T READ THIS! Also if you use my story for any reason, in whole or in part, please remember to credit me by adding my name and email address. The anonymous guy in leather continued to fuck Tims mouth. The curve of the small cock continued to slide across the top of Tims throat opening, causing him to gag. He huffed and coughed several more times before the man thrust his body against the wall. Four thick, foul tasting spurts of cum shot out and slid down Tims throat. After a few more lazy thrusts to empty his balls the guy stepped back, zipped up and turned to leave. As he opened the door, the man stopped and looked down. "Your a lousy cocksucker, kid. Being as horny as I was is the only reason you got my load." Tims thoughts fumed. "Yeah, like eatin' your nasty cum makes me lucky. Fuck you, asshole!!" The man walked out and let the door click shut behind him. Tim had realized that no one had come in to fuck his ass while he was sucking cock. After a few more minutes, he started to wonder what was going on. Just then the deadbolt to his room was unlocked and the door opened. Russ chuckled as he looked at the bound, sweaty body. Streams of cum, ending at the puddles around Tims feet, glistened in the dim light from the hallway. "Well stud, so far you are getting rave reviews! For a newbie you are doin'good. Well, except for biting Dicks...", Russ chuckled again, "dick. Of course Wally was whining about the lousy blowjob but he is just pissy 'cause he was born with a tiny pecker. I don't think I have ever heard him compliment even one guy in all the time he has been coming here. All he does is fuck face, shoot his load, spout out a few complaints and leave. Gets a laugh out of me every time! Figured it was about break time, so I got a buddy of mine to watch the store while I come back and check on ya." Russ stepped forward and ran his hand across Tims back and ass, rubbing smears of cum into the hot, flushed skin. He marvelled at the kids beautiful body. A sheen of sweat covered the tan complected form bound to the wall. Some of it pooled in the indent of his spine. Tims hair, which is a deep chestnut brown, looked almost black. With a lusty grin on his face, Russ crouched down, leaning his shoulder against the wall to talk directly to Tim. "So Tim, how are ya holdin' up? You like your new job? Ya gotta admit that the pay isn't too bad.....and the benefits? Hell kid, I know 20 guys who would kill to be in your place right now!!" Tim pulled his head back as far as his collar would allow and turned his eyes to look at Russ. "Yeah? Well, go get one of those guys and let him get fucked and suck off all the nasty faggots that come in here. At least they would enjoy it!!" Russ chuckled. "Now Tim, you know that won't work. Every one of those guys would look at being in here as a priviledge, as a hot, horny opportunity! The reason you're in here is for retribution, to make the money you owe. You did the crime so you have to do the time. If I made you do something you didn't mind doing then you would'nt be learnin' anything. And you are definitely a boy who needs to learn a lesson or two!!" As Russ was talking he ducked down under Tims body and went to the sink. He grabbed a cup from a hook in the wall and filled it with water before stepping back over to crouch down next to Tim. "Ok hot stuff, I'm gonna unlatch your collar and let you stand for a minute. You thirsty? Tim felt the collar come unclipped. His body rebelled as he tried to stand up right. Making it more difficult was the fact that his hands were still shackled behind his back. Russ stepped forward and, with a hand on Tims chest, helped him stand up. Tim could feel fresh cum leak out of his hole as he pressed his shoulders against the wall. The image of it in his minds eye made him cringe. Russ moved up in front of Tim and held up the cup of water. "Here, drink this. AS you can tell, it gets fuckin' hot in here sometimes. Its a small room and when you put a horny little cumslut in here to take on all "cummers"........" Tim choked on the water as his face flushed bright red. "I am NOT a cumslut, you asshole. I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you!! You did this to me!!" Russ yanked back the cup, spilling water down the front of Tims sweaty chest and stomach. "Listen you little shit, I already made it clear why you are you!! YOU fucked up and you got caught! Now you are going to make it right! You are going to earn the money and pay for the cd's you ripped off, whether you like it or NOT!!!" Russ moved torwards the door before roughly grabbing the back of Tims head. "This is what you call the concequences of your actions, little man, so you better get used to it. I've got you for 7 more hours tonight and 3 hours tomorrow. You are going to work those hours to the best of your ability too, got it?" Russ bent Tim over and attached the collar back to the wall. Tim, feeling defeated, swallowed hard before answering. "yes, Sir." "You wait here kid, I've got a little surprise comin' for you." Russ walked out, closed the door and locked the deadbolt. Tim eyes teared up as he heard Russ walk away. Tim figured it was pointless to "why me" the rest of the night away. He has no other choice, it is either this or go to juvi and get knocked around, fucked and fed cock for a year 'til he turns 18. He knew that the guys he fucked over would make his life hell every single day. "I can do this!! That fuck won't break me, I'm gonna take whatever he and his asshole customers can dish out and get the hell out of here when it's over." Tim blanched a bit when he remember his brother. "What about Doug? He isn't going to let this just go away....." Before Tim could finish his thought, the door to the suck booth opened and a guy in tight, blue slacks walked in. Tim noticed that the thighs of the man in front of him were thick, muscular. His eyes were then drawn up to the mans crotch. He could see the outline of a huge cock stretching away from the tight seam that seperated the mans large balls. Tim started shaking a bit, paniced at the thought of sucking another mans cock. Even tho he had sucked four cocks without much problem, he still worried each time that he would gag, choke or even worse puke. The thought of that terrified Tim, made him worry what would happen to him if he blew chunks all over one of Russ' customers. Tim watched the man reach down and stroke the hardening cock in front of his face. The guy started talking as he slowly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his tight slacks. "Paybacks are a bitch, aren't they kid?" Tim didn't recognize the voice but he did recognize the face as the man crouched down. It was Thom, the security guard from the cd store. And Tim knew that Thom had every intention of fucking his face with the huge cock he saw trapped in his slacks. "Y'know kid, I've had to deal with snotty little assholes like you for years. You come into the store thinking that you can take anything you want. Sure, I have caught a few kids here and there but more and more are getting away with it. You were one that got away.......'til now. Now you are here, working off what you owe and guess what kid? I am gonna help you. You are getting paid to suck and get fucked so I am here to make sure you do your job." Thom reached into his slacks and pulled out his rock hard 9" cock. The idea of face fucking one of the kids who ripped off his store was really getting him hot! He has never fucked or been sucked off by a guy before but when Russ called and told him todays thief was here, he couldn't resist. To pay back this fucker he was gonna fuck a load down his throat and then up his ass. Thoms hard cock slapped up against his abdomen. He unbuttoned his uniform shirt, slid it off and hung it on the door handle. Nude from the thighs up, he flicked his cock forward several times letting it snap back against his tight, flat stomach. After a few times, his abdomen was smeared with precum. Tim could see that the guy was so hard that his cock did not want to point down torwards his mouth. "I am so fuckin' hot right now!! I can't wait to fuck your throat. I am gonna take it all out on you, you little shit. Our store has been ripped off way too many times and every time it happens I get just a little bit more pissed off. Those pouty lips of your are gonna take every fuckin' thrust of my frustration. Now open wide, bitch!!" Tim opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He had learned over the last couple of hours that his gag reflex lessened if his tongue was sticking out. He knew that the long, hard cock in front of him was gonna be a tough to suck. Thom stepped forward and pressed the thick shaft against the kids face. He humped against the hot, sweaty skin as his balls brushed Tims tongue. "Lick my balls, asshole!!" Tim moved his tongue and licked at the large ball sack before drawing one into his mouth. He noticed Thom had a clean, masculine scent. A scent that Tim recognized but it still turned his stomach every time he smelled it. It was a smell that you could only get by pressing into a guys crotch and Tim did not like having his face down there. Only fags licked balls and sucked cock and Tim did not consider himself a fag. He was doing this because he had no choice. As he moved to suck Thoms other nut he heard someone enter the preview room. Tim felt hot breath on his hole as he worked on Thoms balls and shaft. Tim jerked. "What the fuck?!?" A strange feeling came over his hole as Thom continued thrusting his cock against his face. "Oh......fuck.......that guy is licking my ass......." Tim was overwhelmed with how good the tongue felt against his used hole. At the same time his stomach turned at the idea that this unknown man was licking up all the cum that was leaking out of his tight pucker. Tim continued working on Thoms balls, all the while thinking how fucked up it was to lap the cum off of a well fucked ass. The tongue jabbed into him three more times before being replaced by a engorged cockhead. He moaned against Thoms balls as the cock slowly slid in. The ache of being stretched open again made Tims entire body tense up. Thom heard the moan and leaned back to look down at his cock pressing against the kids face. "Whats up, bitch? You gettin' reamed out again? You startin' to like havin' a hard cock split open that tight cunt of yours? I certainly hope so 'cause Russ is givin' me a shot at both your holes. I can't wait to take my turn, you are gonna get fucked 'til your raw!! Right now though I'm gonna pound your throat. Take it, bitch!!" The horny security guard aimed his cock down and slammed into Tims mouth. The rock hard cock hit bottom before bending down and filling Tims throat. Even tho his tilted head lined up his mouth and throat, Tim wasn't ready. He started to gag around the thick cockhead, coughing into Thoms crotch. "AWw, shit! That feels fuckin' hot!! Gag you fucker!! Gag while I rape your throat!! Aw fuck yeah!!" Thom jerked his hips back and started pistoning his cock into the thiefs throat. Nothing had ever felt this good before. He has had chicks give him blowjobs but he always had to be careful, he couldn't just fuck with abandon. This time he could, the little asshole in the next booth had to take it. If this is what Russ' store had to offer then he was gonna have to start coming here more often. Tim could feel the groin of the man fucking him press up against his ass. The guys cock stretched him out as it flexed inside him. Fresh cum started leaking down Tims legs as the guy slowly pulled out. The man started to fuck his hole as Thom continued to rape his mouth. After one deep thrust into his mouth, Thom stopped and let his cock fill his tight throat. Tims eyes flew open when he realized the security guard wasn't pulling out. He jerked back and tried to breathe through his nose but the air had no where to go. As he struggled his tight hole tensed around the hard, anonymous cock in his ass. A loud moan and faster thrusts signalled that the guy was dumping his load up into Tims abused ass. Tim didnt care, all he wanted to do was breathe! His face turned red as he opened his sealed lips and tried to suck in air around Thoms cock. Just as he started to thrash in panic Thom pulled back, giving Tim room to breathe. "Ya see, fucker? There are always concequences to your actions. What comes around, goes around and this is where you pay! Now get some suction going, I'm gettin' ready to fill you up!!" Thom slammed back in and proceeded to fuck Tims face with a vengeance. Tim tightened his lips and sucked as hard as he could, hoping the guy would shoot off soon and be done. The walls creaked with every thrust of Thoms muscular form. As his cock got harder it started rubbing the roof of Tims abused mouth and throat. A loud roar/moan came from deep inside Thom as he slammed in three more times. On the third thrust he yelled out. "Take it you fucker, eat my fuckin'load!!! FFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!" A impossible amount of cum started spewing from Thoms hard cock. It was as if he has saved up every ounce of cum his frustration had produced over the years. The first squirt literally shot straight down Tims throat, clogging it. Every shot after added to it, filling his entire throat and then his mouth. Tim tried to swallow it all down, but he couldn't keep up. He never knew a guy could cum so much. "OOoooh....fuck!!" That was all Thom could repeatedly say as he kept lazily thrusting into Tims mouth, trying to drain his balls dry. "That was fuckin'........intense!! We're gonna have to hook up and do that again!!" After a few more minutes, Thom pulled out and looked down at the kids mouth. Thick, white cum coated his lips and drooled down his chin. Thom leaned down to get a better look. "Open your mouth kid, let me see that whitewashed tongue of yours." Tim opened wide to show his still filled mouth. His tongue and lower teeth were complete submerged under a huge pool of Thoms sperm. "Fuck kid, I sure shot alot of cum, didn't I? Did'ja like it? Ya wanna make workin' my pole and eatin' my load a regular thing?" Thom chuckled as he extended the offer to the cocksucker in the next booth. Tim swallowed down the thick load, trying to get the sticky slime down his throat, before answering. "No Sir, I wouldn't." Thom bust out laughing. "Well kid, seems you don't have much of a choice. Russ, with his good upbringing and manners, has offered to share you with me if I wanted. At first I said no. I just wanted to come in here and grunge fuck you, teach you a lesson. But now....." Thom slumped down against the far wall before continuing, "Now, I think I just might take him up on his offer. I haven't had a blow like that in......EVER! Who in their right mind would give that up?!? Not me, thats for sure." Thom slowly stood up, grabbed his shirt, put it on and started buttoning it up. "Yeah, I think this is gonna be a regular thing. And with what we have on you kid, I figure you won't put up much of a argument. Am I right?" Tim screwed his eyes shut with anger. "Yes, Sir." He should have known this would go way beyond the thirteen hours he owed Russ. At this rate he would be a convenient hole every day between now and his 18th birthday. "How the fuck did I get myself into this?!?" Tim thought to himself as he watched Thom button up and straighten out his uniform. "Now don't forget, fag." Thom said as he walked out. "I still owe you a grunge fuck up that tight, straight ass of yours. You just wait here and think about how hot it's gonna be to have my thick fucker reaming out your hole. I'll be back." End of Part 7 Thanks to all the guys who have responded with incredible feedback. Please keep it up! I can't tell you how inspiring it is!! It is nice to know that people out there are enjoying this story. Sadly none of you guys are anywhere near me, hell, most of you are all the way over on the east coast!!!! : ( I also encourage messaging me if you see me online. 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Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2001 12:30:08 -0800 (PST) From: Jason P Subject: Jason and the Cop This is a fiction story and all the characters are over 18 years old. You shouldn't read it if you don't like gay sotries or if you're under 18 years of age. If you don't like stuff like this, don't read it. JASON AND THE COP I knew I was in trouble when I heard the siren. The cop was right behind me and I pulled over and stopped. My hands started shaking really bad when I saw him walking toward my jeep. I kept my hands on the steering wheel like they say you better do or they will shoot you. He walked up and just looked at me but didn't say anything. My jeep doesn't have a top or any doors so he could see my knees were shaking. I told him I was sorry I was speeding. He still didn't say anything, just kept looking at me. He had on sunglasses so I couldn't see his eyes but I recognized him from last year when he talked to my senior high school class about safe driving and not driving drunk. I knew he was giving me a mean look. I told him, "Please don't give me a ticket. Give me another chance. My dad will kill me. Please, I'll do anything!" He pulled up his sunglasses and looked me right in the eyes. He told me, "Be at my house tonight at 8 o'clock. Be on time. Exactly 8 o'clock. And don't tell anybody where you're going. If you don't come, I'll come to your house and tell your dad you were speeding and I'll take you to jail." I couldn't even eat dinner I was so nervous but I managed to eat a little so nobody would notice it. I told my parents I was going to a movie with some buds and left. Now I'm driving around and sweating. I live in a little town where everybody knows everybody else. That's how come I know Officer Bart lives in an old farmhouse right outside town. Just before 8 o'clock I'm parking behind his police car and walking to his front door. I can feel sweat running down my sides from my armpits. I knock on the door and he opens it. He's still wearing his uniform, like he just got home from work. He tells me to come in and to follow him. He leads me down to his basement. Now I'm really scared. He tells me he's gonna give me a whipping cause I got to be punished for speeding. And if I don't take it, he's gonna give me a ticket plus tell my dad I was speeding and tell my dad that he should take my jeep away from me for a year to teach me a lesson. Everybody in town knows my dad is really tough. He'll give me a whipping plus take my jeep away. So I tell Officer Bart that I'll take the whipping from him. He tells me to strip to my undershorts. So I start getting undressed with him watching me and I have trouble getting my cloths off cause I'm so nervous. When I get naked except for my undershorts, he looks me over. He tells me I look strong enough to take a good whipping. I'm a pretty average 18 year-old, 5'8" tall and weight about 130 pounds, a little skinny but I work out so I got pretty good definition in my chest. I'm mostly smooth but I have a few hairs right in the middle of my chest. He says since I got chest hairs I'm old enough to take a man's whipping, what ever that means. He tells me he doesn't want to get his shirt all sweaty. So he pulls off his shirt. He has thick black hair all over his chest. He's not huge like a weigh lifter but you can tell he works out a lot. He pulls his belt from his pants and shows it to me. It's black and thick and my knees get shaky. He tells me, "You were going 10 miles over the speed limit so I'm going to give you 10 with the belt." He asks me if I'm brave enough to stand and take it or does he have to tie me down for it. I tell him I can take it. He makes me put my palms on the wall and lean forward and spread my legs apart. I'm standing there like that, waiting for the whipping to start and I feel like I'm going to start crying but I don't. I know its really gonna hurt bad. Whack! The first one hits me on my butt and I bite down hard to keep from crying out. I start breathing really fast and sweating more. Whack! The second one is worse than the first one and I can feel my knees shaking really bad. Whack! He hits me lower this time across my legs and I start to grunt from the pain. He gives me two more and now I'm really burning on my ass. He tells me the next five I gotta take bareass! He makes me pull off my shorts and stand there naked. I really get embarrassed from it but I do like he tells me. The first one that hits my bare ass hurts so bad I scream out but I swallow it really fast so he won't think I can't take it. The next 4 are terrible and I'm whimpering like a little sissy when he finishes with me. But I didn't' move the whole time he was whipping me. He tells me to get dressed and go home. It takes me a while to get dressed cause I'm really hurting on my ass. I can see that his chest hairs are all stuck down to his chest from sweat of whipping me. Upstairs before he closes the door he tells me to come back on Saturday cause I got some yard work to do. He's not through punishing me yet. I go to my jeep and even though my ass is really sore, I'm glad I gotta come back to his place. By the time I get home, I'm so boned I almost forget I got whipping till I check out the welts on my ass in the mirror. Part 2 Officer Bart didn't tell me what time to come to his place, but I decided it's better if I don't go too early or too late. I didn't want to wake him up in case he was sleeping late or wait so long that he doesn't think I'm coming and and then come over to get me. So I drive over there at 10 in the morning and park behind his cruiser. My mouth is dry and I keep trying to swallow. I take a deep breath and knock on the door. He opens it and steps out on the porch. He is wearing a pair of levis with no shirt. He is very good looking and the black hairs on his chest shine in the sunshine. He tells me to strip right there on the porch. I look around and he laughs at me and tells me nobody can see me, his house is too far from anybody else's. I pull off my boots and socks, then my shirt. He folds his arms across his hairy chest and leans back on the door and watches me getting naked for him. I take off my levis and he tells me to keep going. So I pull down my undershorts and step out of them. He reaches out and grabs my shoulder and turns me around. He touches the welts on my ass and says I didn't have enough welts, that I need another whipping. But he says that he'll whip me later. First I have to work. He makes me mow his lawn using an old mower that doesn't even have a motor on it. And worst of all he makes me do it naked while he sits on the porch and watches me sweat. After I mow it, he tells me to rake up all the grass and sack it up. It takes a long time, more than an hour for me to do it all. The whole time I know that I'm going to get another whipping and it gives me an ache in my belly just thinking about it. When I get done he tells me to put my hands behind my head, spread my legs, and push my chest out and stand there while he checks my work. He calls it the punishment position. I stand there naked in the punishment position and watch him walk around the yard, looking for pieces of grass I missed. He tells me, "You missed these." He holds some grass in his hand and shows it to me. He makes me open my mouth and he feed it to me, shoving it into my mouth and making me chew it. Then he slaps my face. It really stings and I get tears in my eyes from it. I never got slapped before and it makes me really mad but I know I can't do anything but take it. My face is stinging and the grass tastes dirty in my mouth but I stand there in front of him and feel my cock getting hard. It sticks up straight in front of me almost against my belly. He leans forward and puts the tip of his nose against mine. "You're a little faggot," he tells me, "and your ass is mine!" He takes his thumb and thumps the head of my cock really hard. I grit my teeth and take it from him, knowing I will do anything he wants me to do. "Get on your knees!" He pushes me down till I'm down in front of him. He opens up his levis and pulls out his cock. It is really big, bigger when he's soft than mine is when it's hard. He tells me, "Open your mouth, faggot." I open my mouth and he starts pissing in it. "To wash down the grass," he tells me laughing while I struggle to swallow his warm piss. A lot of it splashes on my face and runs down on my bare chest but he doesn't care, he just keeps pissing. When he's done, he puts his cock back in his pants and buttons up. "Get in the punishment position, faggot," he tells me. I get up as fast as I can and put my hands behind my head. I know there's piss on my face and on my chest and grass on me. But I don't do anything about it, I just stand there waiting for him to tell me what to do. He goes over to the side yard and takes a handkerchief out of his back pocket, a red one. He goes to a nettle and uses his handkerchief to pull off a handful. I start breathing really hard when he comes toward me, a big grin on his face. He takes one leaf and pushes it against my left nipple. I don't feel anything for a second, then the stinging starts. Then he stings me on the other nipple, rubbing the leaves across my chest. I make fists behind my head when the burning spreads across my whole chest. Then he reaches down and grabs my cock with the hand that hold the nettle. "Nooo," I tell him but it's too late. My cockhead starts stinging and I can't stand there like that anymore. I grab for my cock, and he slaps my face hard. I fall on the grass, holding my hands between my legs. "Get up, faggot!" He yells at me over and over. I get up and stand in front of him again, just like he wants me to, my hands behind my head, feeling the stinging on my cock and on my nipples. He tells me I'm a fucking sissy and slaps me in the face again. I'm standing there with tears on my face, not from the pain but from being ashamed. "Now get your ass down in the basement and wait for me. You know where to go." "Yessir!" I start toward his house and then break out in a run. I'm out of breath by the time I get down the stairs and stand leaning against the wall. I can feel the nettles still stinging me, my nipples feel like they're itching really bad but my cock feels harder than ever before. I can smell his piss on me and the grass and my own sweat. I close my eyes and wait. Part 3 I hear him coming down the stairs and I feel a shiver all down me just knowing that he's coming. He walks over to me and rubs my ass, which is all sweaty now. Then he walks away and tells me to come to where he is. I walk over to the middle of the basement where he's standing. He tells me to reach up and grab the pipe that's above my head. I have to stretch to reach it and it's hot. I jerk my hands away but then put them back right away and just let it burn me. I know its not really burning my hands it just feels that way. I stand there like that, up on my toes holding the pipe and sweating, naked and very self-conscious. He steps up to me and puts his face right next to mine so his mouth is right next to my ear. "Are you going to be a really strong boy for me, Jason? Are you going to be brave and take your punishment?" "Yessir," I tell him. He's so close to me I can feel his chest hairs touching me. They feel like little wires rubbing on my nipples each time he takes a breath. His breath on my ear gives me shivers and I just want him to keep standing there touching me. He steps back and runs his hand across my chest. I can feel my cock getting harder just from him touching me on my chest like that. He tells me its really gonna hurt and I gotta be very brave or I wont be able to take it. He tells me, "I don't want to tie you down for this Jason. I want you to take it. Do you think you can do that?" "Yessir," I tell him cause I want to be brave for him. He stands in front of me and shows me a fanbelt from a car. He says he's gonna whip me with it and its really really gonna hurt. I start swallowing as fast as I can, looking at the fanbelt. It's a big rubber circle with ridges on it and I already know how much its gonna hurt when he hits me with it. I just grit my teeth and hold my breath waiting for it. He tells me to hold on tight and then he hits me on my bare ass with the fanbelt. I can't believe how much it hurts. I can feel pain go down my legs and I can hardly take it. I just grip the pipe harder and start sucking my breath in and out each time he hits me with the fanbelt. I think I just can't take the pain anymore but somehow I do. Pretty soon I'm making crying sounds like a animal, jerking around trying to get away from the terrible pain but never letting go of the pipe, hanging onto it like that can make the pain stop. Suddenly the beating stops and I can feel only a fire burning on my ass. I open my eyes and see him standing there in front of me, his face all wet from sweat. He tells me he's really proud of me, that I took my beating like a man. He tells me to let go of the pipe but I can't. Its like my hands are stuck to it. He reaches up and unhooks my fingers and I can't even stand up. I don't fall down cause he puts his arms around me and holds me up. I feel really weak and just let him hold me. He tells me I smell terrible and he lets me go and I stand there sort of wobbly. "C'mon," he tells me, "let's get u cleaned up." He leads me over to a big laundry tub and makes me lean over into it and he starts soaking me with water, washing me with his hands. I just lean into it, feeling the edge of the tub pushing up on my belly and the warm water running on my head. He makes sure I get all soaked and then he helps me stand up and get dried off with a big towel. Now he's got water all over his levis. He pulls off his boots and than strips off his levis. He doesn't wear any undershorts so he's totally naked. I never saw a guy look so good naked before. Officer Bart is more than 6 feet tall with black hair all over his chest and a line of hairs than go down to his pubes which are really thick and curly. His cock is really big and sticking out in front of him. He looks at me and sees that I'm looking at his cock. "Suck it," he tells me. I drop on my knees and take his cock in my mouth. I can't take all of it cause it's too big and I don't know how to take a cock down my throat. But I suck on the head of it and stroke it with my hands. It tastes like sweat, sort of salty but I want to keep sucking it. But he pulls away and lifts me up like I am a rag doll and bends me over the washtub. I hold my breath cause I know he's gonna fuck me but I never got fucked before so it really scares me. He greases up his cock with something and I can feel it pushing against my asshole. I stop thinking about how much my ass cheeks are burning and all I can think about it how much its gonna hurt me when he shoves his cock up in me. "You ever been fucked before?" he asks me. : No sir," I tell him. Then he says, "Good. I like to bust a cherry." And then he shoves his big cock up into my asshole. I grab the laundry tub with my hands and almost scream it hurts so bad. He tells me to relax and not move. He just stands there behind me with his cock up in my asshole and doesn't move. It really hurts but I obey him and just stay there trying to relax but I can't make the pain go away. Then he starts fucking me. It takes a little while but pretty soon it doesn't hurt very much anymore. He's holding my hips and pulling me so that his big cock can go way up in me. Pretty soon I start moaning and it starts to feel really good. He reaches around me and starts to pinch on my nipples. It starts feeling so good I start moaning and telling him to fuck me harder. And then he starts fucking faster and faster, really shoving into me hard. And then I know he's gonna cum just cause of how he's breathing. He hugs me really tight and then shoots up into my ass. He lets out a long cry and then I cum too, not even touching my cock. I'm still bent over the laundry tub, the edge cutting into my belly but I don't care. He's put his weight on top of me and I can feel his chest hairs scratchy on my back. I like feeling like I'm trapped under him and can't move and I don't want to move anyway. After a few minutes, he pulls his cock out of me and turns me around. He tells me my ass is gonna be sore for a long time, and I reach back and can feel welts on it. Also, my asshole feels like he's still in it and I know that's gonna be sore too from getting fucked for the first time. "Now go home," he tells me, "and don't speed this time." We go up the stairs and outside where I still got my clothes on the porch. I start getting dressed and he just stands there in the doorway naked watching me. He looks so beautiful when he's naked, lean and hairy and manly. When I'm dressed, I can really feel how sore my ass is. He doesn't say anything so I just walk to my jeep and get in. "Hey, Jason," he tells me. "Next time you come over here, don't wear any underwear!" I grin at him and back out of his driveway, knowing he just invited me back. This is my first story. If you liked it, please email me and let me know. Jason (Jasonin501s@yahoo.com)

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Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 00:58:46 +0000 From: novirk2@hotmail.com Subject: David's Slave. (GAY. BOY/BOY) This is a story involving boy/boy graphic sex and not intended for reading by minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now, and go read something else! This is a completely fantasized story meant only for the purpose of pleasurable reading. This story is about two boys one twelve and one ten who meet and fall in love. I thought it might be different if I wrote it with the younger boy being the leader and the older boy slowly becoming his slave, all in the name of love. Chapter one does not really have much sex in it as it is just setting the scene. Let me know if you want to see part two (which I have already written) and maybe other parts that I have not yet. All comments are welcome as this is my first attempt at a story, so email me at... Novirk2@hotmail.com. David's Slave. CHAPTER ONE. When I was twelve I was not sure about who and what I was. One moment I liked girls and the next boys, it sure was a confusing time for me. I was just starting puberty but still had no hair around my dick. That didn't stop me playing with it every chance I got. The main two things I remember most about being twelve were that it only took the wind to blow in the wrong direction to make me go instantly hard and David. It sure was a year I will never forget. He moved next door to us one week after I turned twelve. I bumped into him as he was carrying a box of his things almost as big as he was into the flat next door to ours. As usual I had been daydreaming and was now in a rush to make soccer practice on time. I didn't even see him until I had trampled him into the ground and scattered all the things from his box around him. I muttered some sort of apology and was about to carry on my way when a shoebox full of photos caught my eye. The lid had come off and pictures of what seemed to be him and his dad had spilled out. Thoughts of my own missing dad crossed my mind. I started quickly picking the pictures and other things that had spilled out of the box up and putting them back in. I was already late for soccer practice so I figured a few more minutes wouldn't matter much. It was only when I heard his voice that I stopped and took the time to properly look at him. Two things happened instantly after that. My dick grew as hard as an iron bar and I turned bright red. There still on the floor where I had knocked him lay the most beautiful boy I had ever seen in my life. If I close my eyes I can still see him lay there with all his things scattered around him on the ground wearing the shortest tight red shorts I had ever seen and a bright yellow t-shirt. He looked to be around nine or maybe ten, but one thing was for sure he was the most adorable thing on this planet. He had this dark unruly curly hair that he always seemed to shyly look at you through. I had this urge to sweep his hair back out of his eyes, I wasn't sure if it was so he could see me better or that I wanted to see him better. It was his brown eyes that made me stare the most though. They made my legs feel weak and my heart beat at what seemed a million miles an hour. His left leg was bent at the knee so I had what seemed like an endless view up that leg until it disappeared into the leg of his white undies and then the shadow of his shorts. Slowly my eyes followed the line of his leg finishing at the front of his shorts. Neither of us spoke, we both just stared at each other until a voice behind me broke the spell. I later found out that this was his mom. Again I muttered a few lame words of explanation and then glanced back at David, this time looking him straight in the eyes. He was still staring at me and it was only then that I noticed what he was staring at. My soccer shorts had a great big tent and even worse a growing wet patch. Even back then I always seemed to produce a large amount of precum. That was all I needed. I felt my face grow even redder and I took the only option available to an embarrassed twelve-year-old boy; I bolted shouting a hesitant sorry as I left. All the way to soccer practice I thought about what had happened. I pulled my soccer top out of my shorts and let it hang over my shorts hoping to cover up the wet patch my dick had left on my shorts. The last thing I needed right now was my friends making fun of my embarrassing stain. I just could not concentrate on the game at all and was glad when it was over. I headed home thinking of him and nothing else and the effect he had on me. As I reached the fifth floor of the block of flats where I lived I saw the light from next door and as I passed I heard David's mom telling him to go take a bath. Oh god, instantly a vision of him wet and naked in the bath invaded my head. It's funny how something as simple as putting a key in a lock can become nuclear physics, but just the thought of him naked made it seem so. Somehow I split the atom and managed to get the key in the lock and the door open. Quickly I closed the door behind me and went straight into my room. My mom worked nights and dad had left when I was three so as usual I had the place to myself. All of these flats had been built exactly the same. The second flat on the row was a mirror image of the first and so it progressed along the row. So their bathroom was right next to ours and the smaller of the two bedrooms (mine and his) were next to each other. My room was at the back and had a small balcony, which meant his did to. When my friend Chris used to live there we would often climb over into the others room, using the balcony. Both our moms hated this as they always thought one of us would one day slip and fall to our death. We both being eleven at the time though never gave it a moments thought. This wasn't the same though I had never felt like this about Chris. It meant though that I could actually picture David in his room and also in the bathroom. I resisted going into our bathroom to listen to him having his bath for about two minutes. Then stripping off all my clothes and without even turning on the light I crept in and listened. Almost straight away I could hear him splashing about. I knew where the sound was coming from. I had lived here almost all my life and so knew everything about the place. I knew that if you stood with one foot on the toilet and the other on the sink that there was a vent that you could look through. There was a matching vent on the wall in the same place in their bathroom. I think it was meant as an air vent but it gave you a pretty good view into next doors bathroom. I had spent quite a lot of time spying on Chris's mom in there, trying to see my first naked woman. Another thing Chris never knew. The sight that greeted me almost made me fall. There he was sitting in the bath. My hand reached for my aching dick and I slowly rubbed it while I watched him. Far too soon I heard his mom shout for him to get out of the bath and into bed and I heard him shout a reply. Then he stood up and for the first time I saw him completely nude. He was perfect and he made me leak what felt like a bucket load of precum into my hand as I rubbed my dick. I couldn't take it any more, I beat furiously at my dick somehow keeping my balance and let out a groan as I let fly with what seemed to me back then to be an ocean of cum. He looked up at the vent with a puzzled expression as he heard my groan. Then he stepped out of the bath and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself. I got down and lay on the floor. For the second time in one day this boy had made my knees weak. So I lay there until my breathing returned to normal as the last of my cum dribbled from the end of my now shrinking dick. Lots of emotions ran through my mind. Some guilt and shame, but other feeling too. After all he could only be what nine or ten. He looked even somehow younger naked, but I also felt this warm and yes sexy feeling inside. I didn't know what it was for sure but it sure felt like love. I cleaned up in the bathroom and sprayed the air freshener then went into my room. I returned to my room and sat and tried to concentrate on my homework but I kept glancing at my balcony. I knew I couldn't though however much I really wanted to, no I couldn't climb over to his and spy on him. I really wanted to see him again and maybe touch him but I was too scared that I might get caught or somehow worse, that he might not like me if he knew what I was thinking. Eventually I slept and dreamed that I had indeed climbed over to his balcony and slipped into his bed with him. As my lips closed around his cute little dick I heard him sigh and then I woke and felt the wetness of my dream on my belly and the sheets. It was Monday morning and school time.

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Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 00:23:34 +0000 From: novirk2@hotmail.com Subject: David's Slave (Chapter 6) This is a story involving boy/boy graphic sex and not intended for reading by minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now, and go read something else! This is a completely fantasized story meant only for the purpose of pleasurable reading. This is the sixth chapter of David's Slave. It is a story about two boys one twelve and one ten who meet and fall in love. In this chapter David pushes things a little bit further while Scott learns that he and David are not the only ones who sometimes fool around. All comments are welcome as this is my first attempt at a story, so email me at... Novirk2@hotmail.com. David's Slave. CHAPTER 6. It always amazed my mom how I could almost always be late for even the most simple of things even if I knew days in advance about them. Babysitting David tonight was no exception. One moment I seemed to have lots of time and then the next I was late. I only had to go next door, but again I was cutting it fine. I knocked on David's front door a little out of breath and his mom answered and let me in with a big smile as she ushered me on in. She closed the front door behind me and we chatted for a few minutes about school and other things until she said that she had to leave to go to work. As she was leaving she told me that David was inside and playing a game and then she was gone. I walked into the main room to find him. To my surprise Patrick was there too. I wasn't expecting him to still be here but I was not complaining. They both looked up at me as I walked in, smiled and muttered a brief hello and then went back to playing monopoly. So I sat down and watched them play. It gave me a little time to look them both over and to compare how they looked now to how they had looked when I had seen them both naked in the bathroom. It is so surprising what a difference clothes can make to how a person looks. They almost didn't look like the same two boys. Their baggy t-shirt and shorts made both of them seem somehow younger than I knew they were. Patrick was a very good-looking boy. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt, black socks and a pair of baggy pale yellow shorts. He was taller than David, but not by much. A mole just to the left side of his mouth drew your attention to his sexy red lips. They were forever moist as he had this habit of absently licking them whenever he was concentrating. Seeing his tongue dart innocently in and out of his mouth made him seem even sexier than he was. His hair was short and brown, but his eyes were the most startling thing about him. They were the brightest shade of blue that I had ever seen. Patrick was also one of those boys who never seemed to be able to sit still. He would always be tapping a foot or doing something with his hands. My eyes ventured casually downwards to his shorts, but they were far too baggy for me to spot any tell tale bulges. The way he was sat though, I could see quite a way up the right leg of his shorts to what seemed to be a glimpse of Spiderman undies. I was surprised at this, as I knew that most boys his age would rather die than wear underwear like that. All I could think of was that his mom had bought them and made him wear them. I would have loved for him to be standing just in them in front of me right now. I imagined my hands running over his arse and bulge as he stood wearing nothing but them and a smile. Right in the middle of me checking him out he glanced up at me and gave me the most adorable smile that melted my heart. His whole face lit up as he smiled and then as if it had never happened he was back looking at the game and I was forgotten once again it seemed. This brief smile made my dick instantly harden and I shifted slightly in my seat to give it a little more room. Making sure neither of them were watching I gave it a quick squeeze. David was wearing a red t-shirt and white socks today with what looked like black soccer shorts but judging by how far they came down his legs they were too big for him. As I looked closer at him and them I realized why, they were mine. This made me smile and I started wondering if he was wearing undies under them or not. If he weren't then they would have his smell on them just like his undies that I kept under my pillow. By now I knew his smell. It's strange but I never realized before that, we all have individual smells. I knew David's by now and I loved it. My mind raced, could I have fun with both of them, would they both want me to or even let me? Maybe they would want to have fun together and I would not be included? At least if that was the case I hoped that they might let me watch. A million ideas and erotic images ran through my head. A little later the game over they both started putting it away back in the box. As Patrick stretched to gather up his playing piece his t-shirt rode up slightly at the back to show me a little of his lower back and like all boys of his age I could plainly make out his backbone. I followed it down with my eyes until it disappeared into the top of his shorts. David glanced up at me as I did this and smiled a knowing smile, I grew red in the face again because he had caught me looking and I knew that he knew what I was thinking. Thoughts of how I was going to be able to control my self until Patrick went home came into my head and without really meaning to I asked when he was going home. Patrick turned his head to face me and opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything David informed me that he was staying over. I just nodded, not knowing what to reply to this and returned my gaze to the television wondering if anything at all would happen sexually tonight. The thought of not being able to touch David's body this evening was not a thought that I enjoyed thinking. David got up and took the game back into his room and while he was in there Patrick asked me if I remembered him? I told him that I did and we talked about his family and things in general. He then asked me why I never hung out with his brother Mike any more? I just shrugged my shoulders and before either of us could say anything more David returned. I thought about what Patrick had asked me. Was he asking why I never hung around with Mike just to make conversation or did he have another reason? Could he have been missing me? I thought back to the times I had spent at Mikes place. Patrick always seemed to want to hang out with us and never missed a chance to wrestle with me when I was there, but wasn't that just what all little kids did around their older brothers friends? Of course Patrick wasn't so little any more in any sense of the word. If he had been playing around sexually maybe with Mike or his other brother then his questions might not have been so innocent. Could I really be so lucky to have sex with both of them? I shook my head to shake loose these thoughts before they went to far in my head. No I was just imagining things, nothing would happen tonight not with Patrick there. The most I would get would be a solitary wank on my own in the bathroom after they had both gone to sleep if I was lucky. I decided I couldn't wait that long and so got up and went to the bathroom, turned on the light and closed the door. I unzipped my shorts and reached inside. Pulling out my dick I stood in front of the toilet and waited for my dick to soften enough to pee. I could hear David and Patrick laughing in the other room and that didn't help my dick get any softer. So I pulled on it slowly while remembering the two of them earlier in here. It still was not enough so I undid the button on my shorts and let them fall to my ankles and my undies followed. I slowly rubbed my dick with my right hand while the other explored my balls and arse. I squeezed my cheeks with my hand and increased the pace with the one around my dick. My legs started to feel weak so I lay down on my back and humped my hand. Up and down my body went faster and faster. By now I had my eyes closed and pictures of David and Patrick filled my head. With a final quick rub of my hand I came as a moan escaped my lips. I lay there getting my breath back and letting the last of my orgasm subside. Standing up I reached for some toilet roll and wiped myself clean, dropping it casually into the toilet I again stood and tried to pee. This time I was able to and I watched as the stream of pee hit the used piece of toilet roll. I don't know what it is about whenever I pee but if I see anything in the toilet I always have to chase it around with my stream. It seemed almost like target practice I suppose or maybe it is just boredom. I am sure I am not the only one who does it though. I finished peeing and flushed the toilet then opened the door and left turning out the light on the way out. When I got back to David and Patrick they had both taken off their t-shirts and were wrestling. Both of them were sweating slightly because of their exertions and this light cover of perspiration on them both made their chests look even sexier. I watched for a while shouting encouragement to them both over their laughter. Eventually Patrick managed to pin David to the ground and with another ear to ear grin he threw his arms up into the air and shouted that he had won. He rolled off David and lay on his back. I could see both of their chests rising and falling as they got their breath back from their exertions. It was then that I noticed that Patrick had a hard on. His shorts may have been baggy but they were not baggy enough to hide the obvious tent in them. David looked at me and then at his friend as they both lay there. Patrick spoke to David telling him that he had to pay up because he lost. After a few seconds considering this David nodded and crawled to his friend's feet and with his teeth began to pull at Patrick's white socks. Accompanied by giggles from both of them David licked and sucked Patrick's toes through his socks then began pulling them off with his teeth. It is impossible to describe just how erotic this scene was to me but without even realizing it my hand found my hardening dick through my shorts again and I gently rubbed it as I watched it unfold. Just watching these two ten-year old boys play around like this made my heart race and I too began to lightly perspire. It was as if I was forgotten as David removed both of Patrick's socks with his teeth and playfully licked his toes. Patrick arched his back each time David's tongue ran up and down one of his toes and this only gave me an even better view of his tented shorts. Achingly slowly David worked his way up Patrick's legs to his knees, missing out Patrick's groin area completely he moved upwards to his head and gently nipped at his right ear. Sliding down Patrick's body again he licked his neck then left a trail of moisture down to his nipples. I could see his tongue circling first one nipple then the other and then he gave them both a quick suck. I could hear how Patrick's breath had quickened as this happened. By now all three of us had hard dicks that much was plain to see and I continued to squeeze mine openly in front of them both through my shorts as I watched. David lay on top of Patrick and they both ground their hips into each other while Patrick's hands played over David's back and arse. After what must have been ten minutes of this Davis whispered something into Patrick's ear and they both looked at me and giggled. David rolled off Patrick and they lay side-by-side then David took his friends hand and they both stood up. Looking at me again they walked towards the door. It was only when they reached it that they turned to me once again and asked if I was coming or did I prefer to stay there? I was lost for words but I stood up and followed them. We all walked into the bathroom and David turned on the taps. The roar of the water filled my ears after the silence of the bathroom. David again whispered to his friend and he replied, "You first" He just nodded and walked over to me and kissed me full on the lips while pressing his body into mine. I could feel his dick and I am sure that he could feel mine but by now I didn't care. I grabbed onto his arse as if my life depended on it and pushed his body even closer into mine. No sooner had he moved away than Patrick came to me and also kissed me. As he did I felt his tongue dart into my mouth and I lightly sucked on it as it jabbed in and out of my mouth. By now I could feel my dick leaking precum. I was lost in a million sexual feelings and I never wanted it to end. This was even better than I had imagined. David announced that the bath was ready and he turned off the taps. Both boys began to remove what was left of their clothes and I too undressed. As Patrick removed his shorts I noticed that I was right and he was wearing Spiderman undies. He must have seen me staring at them because he informed me with a cheeky grin that his brother had bought them for him and loved him to wear them. As I looked closer I could understand why. They were obviously a size too small for him and so left nothing to the imagination. If anything they enhanced both the bulge of his arse and of his dick and balls. The fabric seemed to lovingly caress his body. When both of them were naked they stepped into the bath and sat down facing each other. David casually played with Patrick's balls and dick with his foot and both boys giggled. I was just about to try and join them although it did not look as if there was any room left in the bath when David told me to stop. I did and looked at him wondering what he wanted me to do now. After a few seconds of silence he told me that I was to wash them both and handed me a washcloth. I took it from him and looking from one boy to the other wondered just where to start and on who. Patrick laughed and pointed at my dick. I looked down and noticed how hard it looked and how red. A small drip of precum had escaped the end and was dangling down until as I moved it stuck to my balls. Patrick reached across to me and rubbed a finger in it then brought it to his lips and sucked. My dick twitched in appreciation of seeing him do this and it took David telling me to get on with it to bring me back to reality. I dipped the washcloth back into the water and then moved over to David and began to wash his neck. Patrick watched intently as I slowly soaped and then washed David's neck and worked my way down his chest. I circled his nipples rubbing them lightly a few times. By now both boys were silent except for the occasional moan. Patrick had taken hold of David's foot and was rubbing it faster against his dick and balls and David was rubbing a hand up and down over his groin area. As I leaned over to wash David's back my dick touched the cold edge of the bath top and I sucked in air and gasped. The water from the washcloth ran down David's back and trickled down towards the crack of his arse. I washed his back lower and lower. Just as I was about to rub my hand over his arse David told me to stop and to wash Patrick. As I moved towards Patrick he squirmed in delight and I noticed that he spread his legs a little wider and seemed to push David's foot even deeper into his groin. I started washing Patrick's upper body with the washcloth and used my other hand to explore his body. His chest felt hot and firm and his nipples were erect. Finally I was touching Patrick, I didn't have to try to imagine how he felt any more. This was for real and felt wonderful. His head was thrown back and his eyes were shut tight and as before he was licking his lips. A few low moans escaped his wet lips as David's foot brought him closer to orgasm. I caught occasional glimpses of the penises of both boys and knew that I needed to touch them soon. I told Patrick to stand up and then I began to soap and wash around his balls and dick while rubbing his arse with my free hand. I quickly dipped the washcloth into the warm bath water and then wrapped it around his dick and balls rubbing slightly. The feeling of the warm water had the desired effect and I watched as his hips thrust forward into the washcloth. Seeing this I dipped my hand that was caressing his arse and then pushed a finger against his hole. As his hips thrust forward again his arse hole opened and my finger slipped inside. David told Patrick to move towards him and he knelt level with his dick. As both boys moved closer David alternated between sucking on his friends dick and licking his balls while Patrick placed both hands on David's shoulders to steady himself. He was lost in the sensations he was feeling. I concentrated on Patrick's arse spreading his cheeks and rubbing the washcloth over his pulsating hole. Dropping the cloth into the water I moved closer and spreading his cheeks once again began to explore his arse hole. My tongue probed at it and then I started to slowly lick and suck at it. I glanced at David and noticed that he was still sucking on Patrick and was masturbating himself with his other hand. I licked two of my fingers and then slowly inserted them into Patrick's arse. As I slid them in and out his hole I felt it twitch a few times as he had his dry orgasm. Patrick slipped slowly back into the bath water. I moved over to David and held his hand as he stood and faced me. I ran my hand down his stomach and rubbed it feeling it move beneath my hand. I tickled his balls and then took his dick in my hand and slowly slid back the foreskin. The end of his dick glistened and I stuck my tongue out and teased the slit. David pushed forward slightly and my tongue slipped up the shaft until it reached his balls. David stopped me and while still holding my hand he got out of the bath. He moved me towards the toilet and told me to bend over. I bent forward using my hands to brace myself against the toilet. David moved in behind me and I felt his dick touch my arse. As he pushed himself further into me I spread my legs slightly. Soon I felt the end of his dick probing my hole. I relaxed instinctively now and felt him slide inside. David gasped as it did and started to thrust frantically in me. I knew he was close and so helped him as best I could by trying to tighten my arse in time to his thrusts. His hand reached around to the front of me and he grasped my dick and wanked it as he fucked me. I knew that he would not last long much longer and so concentrated on making my hole as tight as possible for him. With a yell he made four rapid thrusts inside me and I felt his dick spasm inside. He made a couple of slower and gentle thrusts inside me and then lay on my back regaining his composure as his hand slipped from my still hard dick. Before we could move Patrick had gotten out of the bath and moved around to the front of me and licked my dick making me sigh. He wrapped his lips around it and I felt his tongue playing with it. Soon he was urgently sucking me. With David still draped across my back I started to fuck Patrick's mouth. Far too soon I felt my balls tighten and then my dick pulsed and what little sperm I had left there squirted into his mouth. Now we were both sexually spent and we noticed how cold we were feeling. So we picked up our clothes and walked into David's bedroom. As soon as we were there I wondered who was going to sleep where. Both of the boys just dropped their clothes in a heap by the bed and then David and Patrick climbed in as naked as the day they were born. Again and not for the first time I was left wondering what I should do. David called me over and lifted the covers. I wasn't sure if he was just showing me their bodies or was inviting me in. He must have seen the puzzlement on my face because he said, "Lets see if we can fit you in here too" They parted and somehow a space that seemed big enough for me to lie in appeared in between them and I managed to squeeze into it. The three of us were pressed tightly together in David's bed, skin to skin. I could feel the heat from both of their bodies. I had a naked sexy ten-year old boy lay on either side of me. If I was dreaming this then I never wanted to wake up. So that was how we slept, or should I say they slept and I mostly watched them sleep. For hours afterwards I just watched them sleep, watched their chest rhythmically rise and fall and occasionally felt their dicks and balls as they slept. In the end I went to sleep with a hand on each of them and that was also how I awoke. All thoughts of last night's sex were gone as we all quickly washed the next morning and got ready for school. I made three cups of tea and some toast for us to eat and then we were on our way to school munching the remnants of our toast as we went. It was only as I walked through the school gates that I remembered what I had wanted to ask Patrick. Which of his brothers had he been fooling around with and for how long? If it was Mike then maybe he, Patrick and I could play around a bit too? Heck even David might want to join in. I made a note to ask David if he knew later today after school, though how I would last that long with Mike in some of my classes I did not know.

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Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2001 21:48:07 -0000 From: Dave Miller Subject: Bigger is Better Hi my name is Jon ive always seen myself as a Str8 acting guy playing Rugby chasing women drinking beer being one of the boys. But for aslong as I can remember there has been this other side of me let me explain. I am now 23 and have had quite a few girlfriends about six of them i slept with thay never complained about my undersized cock but i could see it in ther face the first time that they saw it that they had expected more from such a tall well built guy. Im 6.3 nearly 200 pounds of muscles without being arrogant I am every womans dream in nearly every category except one that is My Cock is just under 4inches in length. My small cock has always praid on my mind and I kidded myself that my interest in Bigger Man sized cocks was just curiosity. For years I avoided sitautions where i would have to be nude in front of my friends i seldom showered after games and if i did id make sure that nobody saw my cock. That is until last week. I have recently moved to a new town to start a new job where nobody knows me and am renting a room in a big country house of a man named Tom. Tom is 59 but in fairly good shape for a man of his years and still regualary plays tennis. As i didnt know anyone when i moved in and my job was not due to start for another 3 weeks i began spending alot of time with Tom helping him in the garden watching films together and we became good friends. One day Tom informed me that his Tennis partner had dropped out and asked if i would like to play him. I agreed and we went down to the local tennis centre. After the game i began to undress next to Tom keeping my underwear on as usual and about to put on my pants and shirt when Tom asked If i was planning to take a shower? I told him that I had no towel or so I would wait till we got home. Tom told me that he had a spare towel which he threw at me i wrapped the towel around myself pulled my boxers down headed to the showers hoping that i would finish showering before he arrived therefore avoiding the humiliation of him seeing my small cock which after playing sport always shrivels up as if trying to escape back into my body. Tom joined me before i could finish and began a converstion. I tried to put my back to him but Tom was standing in front of me obviously not at all bashfull and was talking about how i could improve my game. I dont know why but i looked down towards Toms crotch where i saw a Cock that must have been over 5inches when soft and twice as thick as mine was when hard. As Tom is much smaller then me in body size (hes around 5.8 and 140 pounds his cock looked absolutely huge compared to mine. I continued talking to Tom and i found myself unable to look away from his cock. I noticed Tom look down at my cock and then look at his and he smiled and laughed to himself. I quickly left the shower and headed to the changing room. Tom followed and we drove back home. The next morning Tom called up to me that breakfast was ready and to my when i walked down Tom was just in his robe. After breakfast as it was a sunny day Tom and myself sat in his extension just looking out towards his large secluded garden. It was a very hot day and Tom commented that he was very hot in the robe and he asked if minded if he took it off. I was a bit flustered but thinking that he probably had boxer shorts underneath I mumbled of course not. Tom opened his robe and to my complete shock he was completely nude underneath. This man moved to sit opposite me proudly showing of to me the biggest cock I had ever seen as if it was completely normal. I was obviously flustered and i was sweating and mumbling while staring in awe of this much smaller sized man who was 35 years my senior but whose cock made mine seem like a childs cock. Tom asked me if everything was ok and i said sure wanting to get up and leave this situation but afraid that my legs would turn to jelly. Tom asked me if his nudity made me nervous to which i didnt answer. He said that he had noted my interest in his cock in the showers yesterday and therefore didnt think id mind if he now spent more time around the house naked. He suggested that i also strip as it was such a hot day and that i was obviously sweating. I declined to which he said words that nearly stopped my heart but at the same time shot a bolt through my cock. "Dont be ashamed that your cock is so small Jon I wont tell anyone" I was in shock but he went on "come on Jon let compare" I couldnt believe what i was hearing. For some reason i wanted Tom to see how much bigger his cock was and i stripped to reveal my scared cock. My cock had again shriveld up to about 1 inch in length. Tome laughed when he saw it and said "Wow ive never seen such a tiny thing" "And on such a big strong guy like you Jon it looks postively tiny" His words had a strange effect on me and my cock began to grow and soon was fully hard. Even fully hard i noticed that his still soft cock was over an inch and a half longer a atleast twice as thick. "Even hard its tiny Jon" "No wonder you like staring at my Mans cock so much Jon" The more he teased me the more I loved it. "Wait here Jon ill be right back" Tom returned holding a tape measure and to my suprise he sat next to my suprise and delight he measured my cock. "Just under 4inches Jon" he told me "shall we measure mine now Jon" I nodded sheepishly. Tom measured his still soft cock and showed me the marking which was just under 6inches. "Why dont u help me getting it hard Jon so we can see just how much bigger mine is then your boy cock" I loved his words of humiliation and i never been so hard or so excited. I nervously reached out a finger to touch his cock so slowly as if i was seeing if it was real. I began caress his rising cock with first a finger and then two and then my hole hand. I loved how it got bigger and bigger with my touch and how i couldt wrap my hand around its super thick shaft. Soon my touch had done the job and Tom moved my hand and began flaring the head of his now rock solid and amazingly sized cock. To me it was the most beautiful thing i had ever seen Tom measured it and it was a whopping 10.2 inches of super thick cock. "Thats over 6inches bigger then that little thing" Tom told me laughingly looking at my cock. I laughed with him now tottaly enjoying the humiliation and being next to such a Well endowed man. Tom stood up and without him saying a word i got on my knees in front of him. "Put your hands by your side and dont touch till it tell you too ok" I replied yes to Toms command now totally controlled by his cock. Tom placed his cock just inches away from my face and flexed his angry cock head at my face. I watched as precum oozed from this giant cock. Tom now began slapping my face with his cock as i deperately tried to get at it with my tongue. He was teasing me and I loved it. "You love my cock dont you Jon" Tell me how bad you want it Jon" "I want it so so bad" i replied with no shame, "please let me lick it Tom please". Tom stopped moving and i began to kiss up and down his long shaft as if his cock was an actual person. I was kissing and licking as he rubbed his cock between my lips. I was like a man possesed trying to get as much as possible into my mouth. I tried as best i could and i managed to gradually work around six inches of his giant cock down my throat. Tom despite his age managed to keep his super cock hard for what seemed like hours and i continued to kiss lick and suck his MANS COCK. Whenever Tom teased me about my little cock I just sucked more down. Eventualy Tom Pulled his twitching Monster out and began stroking in in my face till he finally blew a bucked load of Cum all over my face. I was licking it up like a starving man who hadnt eaten in days. To my suprise and delight Tom stayed Hard and told me to get on all fours which I did. Tom then mounted me from behind and began teasing mt asshole with his Cock telling me that I was about to feel what a cock nearlly three times bigger then mine felt like in my ass. I just begged him to stop teasing me and to take my Virgin ass. I was able to look into the lounge mirror and the site of this small man mounting me from behind trying to force this HUGE cock in my ass what to much for mr and i blew my load on the floor without my cock ever being touched by either of us. Tom then began to push into me describing to me as inch by inch went in my tight aching hole. When he had about 4inches in he commented to me that this was all i was going to get in me. I cried why why i want it all, he teased me that i should think about all them women that i had fucked and had only enjoyed the same amount of cock as he had in me now and to make matters worse mine was tiny. I said I was sorry and please would he put more in . "Are you mine now Jon" "Are you now my slave and servant" "will you do anything and everything i tell you to do Jon" YES YES YES I WILL JUST PLEASE PUT IT ALL IN ME I BEGGED. Tom with one might pushed all his HUGE cock into me. Once i had got used to the size this slender built but so so much bigger cocked man then me fucked me so hard and so fast that I was crying for him never to stop. THE END FOR NOW I hoped you like the story if you want more storys like this or have similar ones yourself you can email me at miller98765@hotmail.com

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Date: Tue, 05 Feb 2002 02:55:01 +0000 From: novirk2@hotmail.com Subject: David's Slave Chapter 4 This is a story involving boy/boy graphic sex and not intended for reading by minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now, and go read something else! This is a completely fantasized story meant only for the purpose of pleasurable reading. This is the fourth chapter of David's Slave. It is a story about two boys one twelve and one ten who meet and fall in love. In this chapter we learn more about David's slave and Scott admits some things to him self. All comments are welcome as this is my first attempt at a story, so email me at... Novirk2@hotmail.com. David's Slave. CHAPTER 4. I liked spending time with my mom. It being just the two of us for such a long time we had grown very close. It made our love seem stronger some how. Oh sure it was not the same type of love as I had for David, but in many ways it was just as strong. So here I was Scott James Gale, twelve and a half years old wondering just how all this had happened to me. I knew that others thought I was quite good looking because I had seen the way some of the girls in my class at school looked at me. A couple had even asked me out saying I was cute. Still to me I was just your average boy. Just over five foot tall and weighing five stone. I had brown eyes and black curly hair with a four and one quarter inch dick that seemed to have a mind of its own. To me though David was a god, he was everything I wanted to be but couldn't. I just didn't seem to have the self-assurance that he had. Nothing and nobody seemed to worry him. Also everybody liked him, which meant that any time we were together with other people I always ended up becoming jealous of him with them. I just couldn't help it and even though I tried not to let it happen it always seemed to. He had turned my world upside down. The door closed and we were alone again. I found myself glancing towards him as he played and every time he looked at me I looked away. It was like he could read my mind. After about half an hour of watching him play he suddenly stopped and asked if wanted to play. I smiled and said sure expecting some more sex. Instead he threw me a pack of cards and said okay here you go. Actually I enjoyed playing cards with him far more than I thought I would. We played for skittles because I had bought a big bag of them. Occasionally he would sneak one of my skittles and eat it, then I would try and steal one of his, but he never let me. At nine-thirty we decided to stop. It was then that he said lets cut the cards and whoever wins can make the other do anything he wants for the next hour. He was always doing this to me. I never expected it when he said things like that. I agreed and he cut first. A seven of hearts he said as he showed me the card. I felt nervous I didn't know why but I did. My hands suddenly felt sweaty. Slowly I cut the cards and lifted it up to look at it. You win, I have a five of clubs I said and he cheered. I placed my card down on the table beside his. I was David's to do what he wanted to again. Come with me he said and led the way into his bedroom. He left me there and returned a moment later with a bundle of clothes. Okay put these on he said. I took the clothes from him and looked at them. There was a pair of white knickers, a bra and a short nighty. I looked up from the clothes into his eyes and saw that awesome grin slowly spread across his face. He saw me look back at the clothes he had given me and told me to hurry up. I still felt funny undressing in front of him but slowly I removed my clothes. When I was naked he told me to stop and put my hands on my head. As soon as he said this my dick started to harden. He moved closer and knelt down in front of my stiffening dick. I heard myself groan as he gently blew across the tip of it. In what seemed like a second my dick stood up like a mini flagpole and it jerked each time he blew on it. I needed to touch it and lowered my hand. He looked up at me and told me to place my hand back on my head. Without even thinking of disobeying him again I did as he asked. He took a finger and pressed my dick down then let go. My dick sprang back up to attention and I groaned again. I wanted to beg him to touch it again or let me touch it. I needed to come and I needed to do it now. Turn around he said so I did. When I was faced away from him he told me to hold the cheeks of my arse apart. He was still kneeling beside me and again I felt him blow but this time on my anal ring. This made my dick even harder and I felt it throb. I felt him rub a finger over the entrance to my arse slowly moving it over it. There was nothing I could do because I was lost in the feelings I was experiencing. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth never wanting it to end. I sucked in my breath as his finger entered my arse and slowly started moving in and out. I clenched my legs together and it just made the feeling even more intense. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more of this and I was sure that I was going to cum he pulled the finger out. Okay get the clothes on he said. For a moment I was still lost in the feelings then I came to my senses and picked up the knickers. I slid them up my legs and as they touched my dick I sucked in my breath. The feeling of them as they touched my still erect dick was electric. Next I picked up the bra but was unsure how to put it on. David stood and did it up for me. Now put the nighty on he said. I picked it up off the bed and slipped it over my head. David looked closely at me then told me to lie on his bed. I felt the bed mould itself to my form as I lay with my head back on his pillow. As I was lay there he crawled up onto the bed and between my legs. Open them he ordered. I opened them as wide as I could and he moved my feet slightly towards me so my knees were bent. His head disappeared beneath the nighty and then I felt his mouth sucking my balls through the knickers. Once again my dick sprang to attention and strained in the confines of the cotton knickers. He licked his way up towards it and made me groan in pleasure. Again he stopped and moved further up my body reaching my chest. He started to squeeze the bra but I had nothing to fill it so he gave that up and just sat there for a minute. Oh god I didn't want him to stop; I almost wished that I had breasts. This thought shocked me, what was happening to me here. I am a boy what am I doing wishing that I had breasts? While I was thinking all this David had gotten up off the bed and had gone over to his sock drawer. He stopped long enough to remove his own clothes and then returned with 4 pairs of rolled up socks and once more climbed up to my chest. I was about to say that I didn't want to do this anymore when he looked me right in the eyes and then kissed me. It wasn't any ordinary kiss. His tongue entered my mouth and he rhythmically ground his hips into mine. All thoughts of stopping instantly vanished from my mind. After a while he broke the kiss and started to place the socks in the bra filling it nicely. He lay on top of me and I could feel his hard and warm dick against my naked belly. He was moving up and down on top of me while nuzzling my neck, pumping his red-hot poker of a dick over my belly button. I had my head thrown back and my eyes shut intent on not doing anything to make him stop this time. Turn over he said after about four minutes of this as he moved off me and watched. I did so but not before he noticed the small wet patch on the front of the knickers. He drew a finger across it and rubbed it across my lips. As his finger probed I let it enter my mouth and as he moved it in and out I sucked it clean. This done he pulled his finger out and I rolled onto my stomach. He started kneading my cheeks through the material and I stared humping my dick into his bed. He stopped and drew his finger over the crack of my arse probing further and further each time. I spread my legs wide and bit my lip to stop me from asking him to please put his dick in me. Eventually he pulled the back of the knickers down and spread my cheeks wide. I felt something wet land right on the hole and looked over my shoulder to see him with spit dribbling out of his mouth. I turned back not caring anymore. Soon afterwards I felt the weight of his body and the end of his dick pressing at my moist hole. I gasped as he entered me and pushed back up against him. Each time he withdrew I felt empty and then when he plunged it all the way back in it felt wonderful. In no time at all he started to speed up and then I felt his dick spasm inside of me. I followed him seconds after and filled the front of the knickers with my seed. He lay collapsed on top of me as both of us recovered. It felt as if both our bodies were on fire and I felt a trickle of sweat run down my face. Then he got up and told me to follow him. We waked into the bathroom and he looked at me once again. The front of the knickers was wet with my cum and he peeled them down and off me. As I stepped out of them he picked them up, turned them inside out and started to lick the spunk from them. Seeing this my dick started to rise again and peeked from the hem of the nighty. He finished licking the spunk from the knickers and told me to take the rest off and carry them into his room. I did as he asked and he took them from me and returned them to his mom's room. The knickers he kept and placed them under his bed. He yawned and looked at me and announced that he was tired. I told him to get into bed and that I would be there in a minute. He nodded and climbed into bed. I returned into the main room and started to clean up. The cards lay where we had left them, David's seven of hearts lay face up on the table. I looked at my card that was still face down on the table, then picked it up and stared at it again. A jack of clubs, so why had I told David it was a five of clubs? I already knew the answer to that because I had thought about nothing else ever since that first time we fooled around. I just didn't have the guts to initiate any of the things we did and more and more I found myself wanting him to tell me what to do. I wanted him to dominate me. I finished cleaning up and picked up my clothes then turned off the light, feeling a little troubled with my feelings and thoughts. There he was asleep in the bed and looking so sweet and angelic. Nobody would ever dream that this ten year old sleeping angel could or even would think of doing the things we had done, but we had and would again I was sure. I turned off the bedroom light, pulled back the covers and slid in beside him, both of us still naked. As always as I lay on my side he pushed back against me in his sleep and I fell asleep with him spooned up against me feeling warm and safe.

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Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2002 21:46:39 -0800 From: 4yarddog <4yarddog@prodigy.net> Subject: fuck you, part I (piss) If you're offended by stories with a sexual content, don't read this. If you're under age, don't read this. If it's illegal to be caught with this stuff where you live, don't read this. This story will eventually have assorted combinations of sex. This is a revised story of mine that is half fact and half fiction. Your comments are welcome. Any reposting without my permission will get you in bunch of trouble and make me pissed off. I will write more like it if you contact me. And now the story. Fuck you. By JT He had tattoos on his arms . a whole sleeve on this left that was about dragons . and eyes that knocked my head up. He always seems to have a "Fuck you, fag," sort of nasty smirk on his face. I fucken hated that stupid thin mustache he grew cause nothing else grew on his face. When he finally did let me suck up his cum off his stomach, it was thick and lumpy. He always smacked my head when I did it in long slurps. "Funniest fucken thing I ever saw is how much you love to eat that shit!" Then he would laugh like crazy until he had enough and then push me away from him. "Get the fuck out of here, unless you wanna stay around and clean house or something faggy like that!" Then he would bust his gut some more, maybe spit on me and go about doing what ever Johnny want about doing. He was always like that -- since the first day I laid eyes on him. Always tan, always loud mouth, always listening to hard rock, always ending his sentences in prepositions: "What the fuck are you always looking' at me like that for?" He and his almost-always-drunk-at-home dad moved in next door a couple of years ago. Senior dragged home every known whore in town. His bedroom window was too close to mine so during most of the year, I could hear him fuckin his "bitches." He was mean to them, too - always telling them what a lousy loose fuck they were; slapping them around and trying to poke his cock up their assholes. Far as I could tell most of his whores hated getting seniors dick up the butt. Even when he did get some tight pussy that pleased him, he'd slap them around Some of those whores would get up and leave. But more times than not, about a week later, all of them would show up looking meek and pleading at the outside front door to, "Just please let me come inside so we can talk about it." Then later the two of them would be leaving, hanging arm in arm, going someplace with the whore staring at senior like he was some sort of fucken god. I could hear him order them around. "Get me a beer." "Damn you stink, go take a bath, cunt!" I never understood him or them but it wasn't none of my business. Senior looked every inch "a man." He was 6'2" and, I guessed, around 200 pounds of slightly, out-of-shape muscles. Weights were in the garage and both father and son were there on weekends grunting and lifting - it was the only thing they did together as far as I could see. I worked it up in my mind that the girls were putting out for the son as much as the father but I never really knew. What I did know is that they drank together. I could see thought their back sliding glass door -- the two of them watching some ball game on big screen TV, feet up on the coffee table, beer cars everywhere. And they never seemed to piss in the bathroom. All weekend long, especially during the summers, they just slid that glass door open and "go" outdoors like a bunch of alley cats. Senior would go behind a large bush on the side of the house, but junior would take to opening the door, just beyond his fathers glance, and go piss in front of my bedroom window outside. He'd slip his dick out from under his shorts or open his button fly jeans, let his pants drop to his knees and cut loose. This whole business was always occupied with chest rubbing, a loud belch or two and if I was lucky a fart. I used to think I could smell them through the window. I was sure they were sticky. My first run in with this teenage fucker head came one summer when he drove his three-wheeler all over my front lawn during a nighttime drunking binge when senior was away. Next morning I couldn't believe how screwed up my lawn was. I was pissed so I went pounding on the next door. Senior came to the door and I let loose with how fucked up my lawn look and how I couldn't believe someone in this neighborhood would do that and how I expected his son to get his ass over the next day and fix up the damage. While I am telling him this, junior came around, up behind him, kinda peaking around the corner, looking like he just got out of bed in his white jockey underwear with a clear pee stain on them. He is looking scared as hell, his hair all over the place, sweat coming off his armpits. Fuck! As I was staring at him junior leaves and then returns with some white gym shorts over his underwears, but nothing else . the dirty tops of the underwears showing anyway. In the back of my mind I'm thinking, I just blow it all to hell cause I can't keep my eyes off him. Senior sees my stares and turns and looks at his almost naked son. "Did you do what he says you did?" Senior deep- stares him. Junior says nothing. Then Senior turns to me and says, "Thank you. We'll be by tomorrow to fix it up." I say `thanks' and the door closes. Then I hear, "But dad!" Then a slap and then nothing as I walk away. Already I am wishing I'd keep my mouth shut. But the next day early Junior is my yard, racking the dirt, planting down grass seed, fertilizer and some peat moss - a real class job. He's wearing nothing but the white shorts from yesterday and I'm getting that feeling, deep down around my dick, that has nothing to with anything but sex. And I'm starting to freak cause it has to do with having the total fuckin hots for this kid. But I walk outside and say to his back, "Thanks, you're doing a great job." He whips around and eyes me, "Listen mister, if you got any problems with me, you see me! Okay!" This sounds more like a command than a request. Then he breathes deep and says, "Look, get me something to drink; this is a piss lot of work and we got nothing to drink in the whole fuckin house." I didn't know how to react. "You mean beer?" I paused and looked at his face. Almost casually he spits out, "I been drinking beer long before I moved in here." The sound of his words and his breath makes me realize how close I am standing to him. And I'm staring at his tits, his arms. I can smell the sweat dripping from his pits. And I'm lost thinking to myself, "He is so fuckin hot, this sweaty boy who is talking about beer." My overwhelming gut awareness of him forces me to take my eyes off him. I quickly turn away. I am afraid. As I start walking toward the house, shaking, feeling that sex feeling in my nuts. I hear him say, "Hey mister, which door, mister?" "Oh." I fumble, "The.the back door, the frig is in the back." But I'm thinking "What a stupid fuckin thing to say." I don't care what door he comes in! "Shit, you sure got a nice, clean place." He mumbles as he holds his arms around himself inside my kitchen. He's looking around when he blurts out, " Who keeps it so fucken clean?" " I do." But the minute I am saying it, I'm feeling like he's putting something together. "Ya.really?! Real nice place you got here." He looks around like he is taking some measurements. "Here's the beer. You want something else to go with it." My hard is outstretched with the beer when I realize that I am staring at him, again! Fuck! "Ah, no . you ." He stops, jerks his head -- staring at me and spits out, "Why are you always looking at me like that for?" And suddenly he slams the beer down on the kitchen counter. All I sense is the smell of his body. I am short of breath as I gasp, I don't know how to respond but I almost whimper out, "I . I guess . I like the way you look." "You are so fuckin weird!" he shouts. I shiver. "Fuck you!" he says. He turns and bangs open the kitchen door. In panic I almost plead, " But . thanks . thanks for fixing up the lawn." He's bending over picking up his tools and walking away. "Ya!" he says. Then just as suddenly he stops, turns and glares at me, pauses and walks out the door toward his home. I think I hear him whistle. I think I hear him mutter, "what an asshole." Well, from that day on Senior is just all friendly. We actually become sort of across-the-fence friends. He borrows that; and he lends me this. I got no clue as to why this is happening. But I begin to find out the odds and ends of their lives. He starts talking to me like he's been knowing me all my life. Senior sells medical equipment and is gone on long trips. The kid did an early out on high school. He got good grades but never wants to do anything, according to senior. There never was a mother; she walked out on them both . damn near the day junior was born. He is afraid Junior is picking up bad habit from him. Then comes the comment that changes my life forever. He wants ME to watch his place when he leaves town for back east next month! "No parties." He demands as he stands in my living room for the first time. Funny how both of them spit in my face when they say crap like that. He thrusts a piece of paper into my hand. "I told that fucker just what I'm telling you.that you are to call the fuckin cops' if he has a party. He knows it." This conversation happened in my front room. "Hey, Johnny says you have a maid.that true? He's sure right. Your place is all nice and clean." I'm getting that scared feeling again cause I don't know where this conversation is leading. "No maid." I manage. " I just don't have the time for shit like that." He adds. But then he appears to thinks about what he just said and says, "Nothing personal." Well, things didn't change much that month. Their lives go on like before, except but junior takes to peeing just a little more toward my bedroom window; coming closer toward my house on those long weekends afternoons until he just is pointing his dick toward my window. His shirt is off most of the summer and he's really into rubbing his stomach. One day he pinches one of his tits as I spy on him. He jumps feeling it and starts doing it more as he takes one more backyard beer piss. Then one late afternoon, as I'm watching him, he pulls down his out his dick and tries to piss but nothing happens. Soon he laughs, stops and pulls down his shorts and underwears. I freaked as he squats down and takes a dump. I can see the long turd pushing out his asshole and falling on the ground cause his back is toward me. I can't get close enough to the window; I'm afraid he'll see me. He's like that for a couple minutes - grunting, laughing and shitting. Then he sticks his finger up his asshole, collecting shit and begins to wipe it on the grass. He must be silly drunk cause this takes way too much time. Suddenly Senior comes out the door and screams at him, "What the fuck are you doing!! You fuckin stupid jerk! Pick up that shit and get rid of it!" "But Dad." "Now! And don't ever be doing that again!" And then . CRASH! My chair slips and I fall on the bedroom carpet. Senior belts out, "What the fuck do you think the neighbors are gonna think if they see you taking a dump?" "Fuck the neighbors!" says junior "Move it, mister." By the time I am able to sneak another look, senior was pulling his dick out, his back toward me, and he is pissing on the spot where the turd used to be, laughing. Well, the month ended and senior left town. The very first night he was gone, Junior has the whole house and front yard full of fucken low-life types. Radios are screeching music in parked cars; beer bottles are landing on the yard and breaking on the sidewalk. There is a lot of deep male laughter and an occasional female sequel. Damn, this neighborhood has never seen anything like it. I know why Senior didn't want a party. It's fucken scary but Senior laid down the law, so I figure I'll try to find junior and tell him what we both know . that he had only one instruction while he dad was gone: No parties. I wander over, to all kinds of stares from both boy and girls. They're whispering as I walk through the front door, looking for Johnny. I guess I just know where he is. So I head for the sliding glass doors and the backyard. As I turn the corner, sure enough there his backside is. I know his dick is out of his jeans. I can see the piss between his legs. His pants are dropped down so I can see his white butt. "Johnny." He turns his head when he hears my voice. He rolls his eyes. "What the fuck is it with you mister. Do you actually like watching me piss? Ain't you never seen it before!" So he turns the rest of his body and pisses right at my feet. He is wobbling; swinging from side to side.he's fucked up! The piss dribbles out and for a minute he kinda stands there like a little boy. There we are standing there; loud music, laughter from inside; an open door and closed curtains between us the rest of the party. "Ya, I know, no parties," he says. I almost whisper, "I got two things to say. You once told me that if I had a problem with you to tell you. Second, you know what your father told me to do if you had a party. Right?" He nodes. "So I'll give you a little while to get this mess cleaned up and to get your friends out of here and we'll just say it never happened. I stopped talking as he raised his head and glared into my eyes. I couldn't take his stare cause it's like he knows something about me I'm getting freaked again. His body stands up straight. His fist are closed. I am sure he is gonna smash me into the wall. I think he is gonna start shouting, "fag, fag, fag!' Some feeling is coming over me. My life is changing. "Okay?" I stutter. I lower my head and stare down at his Vans shoes; he's pissed on them. An hour later the party is over; the house is quiet and there is a knock on my door. I open it slowly, pause and looking down at the filthy, dirty shoes; then up at his thighs, the white shorts that settle just above his crotch hair, his blond haired treasure trail to go up his navel, abs and pecs, tanned, that thin mustache and the curly blond hair. This time I cannot bring my eyes to his. "Get me a beer." He says pushing past me and walking into the front room of my house. I offer him the beer as he sets with his feet up on the coffee table. "I did it cause dad said so." He says and grabs the beer. Then he holds his head back on the couch and drinks down the entire fucken thing just moving his throat muscles. He takes the can from his lips and force belches a couple of times. I'm standing frozen in front of him. He eyes me. "I did it all except for the cleaning part. The fucken place is a mess." I catch the empty beer can as he throws at me. "I figure that you can do that part, ain't that right?" "Well, sure, I can help you if you really need me to." "I don't think you understand, mister." His eyes are dancing like he is on to something. "The work part is what I need you for." Now it starts. I've never been here before but I know "its" coming. "You see I figure you owe me. I did what you wanted ; now you get to do what I want. And something else." His eyes now glitter and it is over for me. "See, I figure you're kind of whipped, you know." His speech slows down like he gauges my reaction, then, "like pussy whipped." I don't move, my breathing is stopped, and I'm sweating. My dick is hard up my pants. "I mean, its like all those bitches of my old man, dude." He pauses, "Get me another beer." I turn immediately and head for the kitchen as he shouts after me. "See there you go, just doing what I say! Holy shit, this is fuckin weird." I'm back with the beer. "Jesus, what an asshole you are." I stand in front of this kid - years younger than me, waiting while I know he is beginning to realize the extent of the power he has over me by each drunken minute. In the silence I think that he might just laugh and leave but I'm even more frightened because I don't know where I am. And turned on; because my dick is rock hard and I gonna shot. And his is hard, too. I can see it in his pants and he's seen my eyes looking at it and knows. He's getting really hot. "Get me some more beer, bitch." "Okay." Before I get away he says, "You want to say more than that, huh? Huh? HUH!" His body is getting animated; his chest is heaving, his pecs are pumping up as he straighten out his arms behind his head. He is feel no pain as I stare at his half naked hairless teenage body. He starts screaming, "Huh! HUH!" "Yes." I mumble. "Yes what? Goddamn you are such a pussy. How the fuck did you get so whipped? How the fuck did you did you get this ways? God damn . say something bitch." Then he stands. He slaps me on my face, screaming, "Say something!" "I can." I stutter. "I don't." My mind is gone. My legs give out like there were supposed to. I drop to the ground and my world falls away forever. My breath goes out and my life is in my mouth. My face comes down to grovel and my tongue comes out of my month and I start to lick his filthy shoes. I find the big hole on the outside of the shoe and my tongue seeks out teenage toe jam I know the stinking stuff will be there. I slobber over the hole, spit all over it and gag on the smell but I lick and blubber over the toe I find. I turn into an animal living for the smell and dirt of his shoe and his feet.the dirt inside his toes. I start to rub my face from side to side across the top of the show. My own drool makes shoe dirt and stink cover my face. Out of the air comes the voice, "Holy fucken shit, you're a total freakin, dude. Even my old man worst, maggot bitches won't do that kind of shit." My mouth works up to lick the light hair on his legs. I reach this ankle and up his calf muscles. I remain on the floor just reaching my neck up as high as it goes to lick the skin. Dazed, I moan and wither on the floor and submit to the dirt to the dirt around his ankles. And then again the voice from above, "Holy shit. Holy shit. What the fuck am I supposed to do with you. Look at you! Down there on the floor like some sort of bitch-in-heat for my shoes! Fuck! Why don't you lick the bottom of them, too" He lifts the show and my addicted tongue did as it was directed. "Maybe there is some dong shit down there for you to lick up." I clean every corner of the sole. Then he starts to laugh "This is fucken riot." Then just as suddenly he stops, putting his foot down. "What the fuck!" I feel him looking at me. "Fuck you asshole!" Then that same shoe kicks me in the face and knocks my head. I seeing stars. I whimper, "Please.please." I start to crawl back to his shoe. The next kick is harder and aim at my jaw. "Please.please.please." Again I move toward his feet. My tongue is hanging out of my mouth. I want to offer it to the lumpy dirt between his sticky toes and the foul taste of his toe jam. I look up at him. "I need it." I cry. "You're a fucken sicko bitch!" Then I see his leg moving and again and this time his dirty shoe is aim at my stomach. "Fuck, you are nasty." But he know me now. His hand go to his jeans. He unbuttons them and they fall to his thighs. He grabs his dick. He's grunting, waving his dick in my face. "Shit!" Then it comes; a whole night of piss. He cuts loose. He starts pissing over me, the floor, the chairs, the tables and then back to me and my open dog mouth.. He fills it up with the last few drops. "Fucken toilet." Relieved, he sits down on the chair across the room. I'm try to swallow piss as slow as I can. His dick is still our of his pants and he's just staring at me like he can't believe it and I'm staring at his dick and he starting to get hard. "So this is what you fags do, huh? But, I always thought you got dick up the asshole and shit like that. This is a riot. I love this crap. You run around for me; get me things to drink; clean up my house, right.all this and probably more for a lick of my old shoes. Shit! "But I am getting outa here. It smells bad in here! Come on pansy; come on next door and let play house!" I just followed. A couple of years later he got mad at me one night because I wouldn't eat his shit. He went out to a gay club, picked some one up some guy his age; went home with him. Once inside just stood there waiting for the guy to get on his knees in from of him. He probably wanted the guy to lick the bottom of his feet but the guy tried to kiss him. Johnny smacked the guy upside of the head, called him a fag and came back home. End part 1 Emails will encourage the writer to tell you more about Johnnie and the guy who he fucks with.

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Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 00:56:18 +0000 From: novirk2@hotmail.com Subject: David's Slave (Chapter 7) This is a story involving boy/boy graphic sex and is not intended for reading by minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now, and go read something else! This is a completely fantasized story meant only for the purpose of pleasurable reading. This is the seventh chapter of David's Slave. It is a story about two boys one twelve and one ten who meet and fall in love. In this chapter David and Scott set off to France on a coach with the scouts. Leaving Scott with even more questions. All comments are welcome as this is my first attempt at a story, so email me at... Novirk2@hotmail.com. David's Slave. CHAPTER 7. Both the boys were excited because later today they were going camping with the scouts. As Scott pulled on his uniform he thought about the trip. He was looking forward to seeing all his old friends and also making some new ones. Of course it crossed his mind that he also might get to see some of them naked. He had heard some of the boys talk before in hushed tones about some of them fooling around after lights out in the tents and also in the showers and now he wondered if it might be his turn too. David didn't seem as excited about the camping trip, but that was just the way he was. He rarely showed what he was thinking or feeling. For a few days now what nobody knew was that he was thinking of other things that Scott and he could get up to. He smiled to himself as one or two new ideas crossed his mind. Still smiling he started packing his bag including a few things that he thought might come in handy. Scott arrived and looked him over. He looked wonderful in his scouts uniform. It was tight in all the right places and if possible made David look even sexier. There were about thirty-six boys all stood around the coach saying last minute goodbyes to their parents and making sure that their bags were loaded. Scott and David got yet another hug from their moms and then boarded the coach. David led Scott towards the back of the coach and picked a seat a couple from the back. David took the seat nearest the window and Scott slipped in beside him. As soon as the coach got under way David slipped his gameboy out of his pocket and challenged Scott to a competition. So everybody was aboard and the coach was on its way to France. As the coach got onto the motorway and headed towards Dover Scott took the time to look around a little. He glanced three seats towards the front and saw Mike sat with another boy from their year and just behind them were Patrick and a boy Scott didn't know. He nudged David and whispered in his ear asking him who the boy was? David looked over and just shrugged his shoulders then returned to his game more intent on beating Scott's high score. Four hours later they had reached Dover and were aboard the ferry. The scoutmasters told all the boys to be back at the coach ten minutes before they arrived in France. So the boys all went off in groups to explore the ferry. Scott and David explored with Patrick and his brother Mike. Scott still wondered how to ask Mike if he was the brother that Patrick was fooling around with. Try as he might he could not think of any way to bring the subject up. Still he hoped that it was him and not his elder brother because he knew that it was four people to a tent and it would be great if David, Scott, Patrick and Mike shared a tent. Ever since the fun he had with Patrick he couldn't help looking at Mike and wondering what it would be like to suck his dick? He had even dreamed about being fucked by him. Once again as these thoughts crossed his mind his dick sprang to attention. Scott pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans letting it hang over them and put his hand into his pocket and squeezed himself through them. Mike was a little in front of Scott and he was mesmerized by the view he had of his friends arse. David brought him back to his senses by giving him a quick squeeze between the legs and then rubbing the front of his own pants and giggling. Patrick shouted to his brother that he wanted a drink so they headed off to the nearest shop and after asking his friends if they wanted a drink as well he got in line to pay for the four cans of Pepsi. This gave the other boys to look around the part of the ferry they were at. David spotted the toilets and said he needed to pee; Patrick chimed in that he did too and both boys headed off towards them. Scott looked back at his friend but he still seemed quite a way from the end of the line to pay for their drinks. He decided to head off to the toilets too. He tried to convince himself that he just needed to pee, but he knew that really he just wanted to get another look at the younger boys dicks. His need to see their dicks overcame any thoughts of guilt at thinking this and so taking one more quick look at Mike he followed the two boys into the toilet. When he arrived in the toilets and looked around the only person that he could see was a guy of about thirty-five. He stood around wondering where his two friends were while the man finished up and left. He was just about to shout out their names when a door burst open and both boys emerged totally naked. They ran around the room stopping in front of the sinks and admiring themselves in the mirror. Then they were off running around the room again stopping only momentarily when they saw Scott then laughing they raced back towards the toilet cubical. Stopping in front of the cubical door once again they giggled at Scott and wiggled their hips suggestively at him. Much too soon they were gone once more into the toilet cubical slamming the door behind them. Scott was still shocked at what he had just seen and walked slowly towards the door. He could hear giggling and both boys talking then it went silent so he knocked on it and called out David's name. A few seconds later the door opened again and Scott could see Patrick on his knees while David stood getting his rigid dick sucked. "Hurry up if you are coming in", said David. The boys had chosen well as the cubical was the one for wheelchair access so had more room than your average toilet cubical. Scott locked the door behind them and turned once more to look at both boys. Patrick had stopped sucking David and they both stood still naked facing Scott. They were both idly pulling on their dicks then Patrick whispered something to David and with a big grin David nodded and told Scott to remove his t-shirt and then close his eyes. Scott's heart was beating at a million miles an hour, here he was again with two naked and it seemed willing boys. He removed his t-shirt and hung it on the peg on the back of the door. Closing his eyes, he waited wondering what they had planned for him. He felt both boys reach for his jeans and in no time they had they undone them and they were round his ankles, his boxers soon followed to another giggle from the boys as his dick sprang to attention free from the constraints of his underwear. Then both told him to open his eyes and he was greeted with them both facing away from him bent over with their cheeks pulled wide apart. Scott felt himself grow red in the face at the sight and felt his dick give a little twitch. Before he had a chance to do anything David told him to get down there and lick their holes. Scott didn't need asking twice, he was down on his knees behind David and had his face buried in the young boys arse. He stuck his tongue out and slowly licked around the entrance then licked right across the hole hearing David sigh as he did so. At the same time David pushed his arse back into Scott's face. David could smell the mixture of citrus shower gel and boy arsehole. His tongue probed a little and David moaned again. Patrick pulled on Scott's shoulder and said quietly now me. As Scott moved away from David's arse Patrick once more spread his cheeks wide apart and turned a little more towards Scott. David nodded to Scott and barely whispered yes and so he devoured Patrick's arse too. To words of encouragement from David Scott used his tongue to probe deeper and deeper into Patrick's arsehole. By now Patrick was moaning and David was furiously rubbing his dick for him. All too soon Patrick shuddered as he had his dry climax and he slumped to the floor. Scott was still hard and he began to wank his dick with Patrick still lay at his feet. David moved next to him and told him to bend over. He used the hand dispenser in the cubical to get some soap and rubbed it around Scott's hole then rubbed some more on his own dick. Moving closer to Scott he pushed his dick into him. Some precum dribbled from the end of Scott's dick and landed on the cheek of Patrcicks face. This caused him to look up at Scot. Seeing his hard dick he got to his knees and sucked the end of Scott's dick. Behind Scott David had picked up the pace and was thrusting into him while holding onto his back to steady himself. Both boys had established a rhythm with David setting the pace and all to soon Scott felt David give a few really quick thrusts then felt his dick spasm inside him. This was all it took to take him over the edge and he spewed his seed into Patrick's waiting mouth. All three boys took a minute to get their breath back and then started to get dressed again. As Scott looked at Patrick he noticed the precum still there on his cheek and leaning across licked it off tasting himself. For a second Patrick's eyes locked with his and then both boys carried on dressing. When all three were dressed David opened the door and they walked out. David stopped suddenly as they emerged at the sight of a man who looked in the mirror at them as he washed his hands. You could see on his face that he was wondering what three boys were doing coming out of one cubical Scott looked at his two friends and instantly his face went bright red again as he blushed at being caught in such a situation. David had still not broken his eye contact with the man. He stuck his tongue out at him and then shouted out, "Never seen three boys who fuck around before?" The look on the face of the man changed to one of shock as the three boys ran from the toilets. As soon as they got back to the entrance to the shop Mike shouted to them and they all rushed over to where he was standing. He handed out the cans of Pepsi to each of them and looking at Scott asked, "Where have you all been, I have been waiting here ages." Scott just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Lets explore the rest of the ferry" He wanted to get away from the toilets and that man as soon as possible. Mike shook his head as he looked at all three of them and wondered what had happened. He knew that look that his brother had, it was the same one he always had after they had fooled around. He looked at the other two again then decided that he must be mistaken. After all when he had tried to get things started with Scott and him it had led nowhere. He just was not interested. He decided that he was just imagining it. Scott and David would be shocked if they knew what his brother and he got up to in their bedroom. They looked around the rest of the ferry and as they passed the bar area David pinched a half drunk glass of beer which he dared them all to take a drink of. They all did and this made mike look at David again and this time he pondered if perhaps he was not as quiet as he first thought he was. He decided to talk to his brother later on about this when he had him on his own. He wanted to see if together they could talk David into maybe fooling around with them. Thinking of this made him look at Scott again. It would be far easier if they could get him to fool around to. After all if the four of them were to share a tent sex would be far easier if they did not have to keep waiting until one of them was out of the way. Soon it was time to find the coach again and make the journey to the campsite. The coach pulled away from the ferry and headed towards the campsite. David and Scott took turns on gameboy again for a while and then David lay down to rest with his head in Scott's lap. As David rested Scott gently stroked his hair. It was times like this and when they lay together in bed just cuddled up that Scott felt happiest and most at peace. While David rested Scott glanced across at Patrick and his friend who also seemed to be asleep. So he looked over at Mike and the boy he was sat with. Scott couldn't be sure but it looked like Mike was pulling down the other boy's zipper and slipping his had inside. Before Scott could see any more the boy glanced around, smiled at Mike and then placed his coat over his groin area. With a sigh the boy closed his eyes and lay back in his seat. Scott felt his dick start to stiffen at this sight and David stirred a little in his sleep readjusting himself in Scott's lap. Soon Scott slept too and so the four boy scouts were on their way to France and it seemed a possible sexual adventure.

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Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2002 22:20:31 -0000 From: Rubber Dog Subject: The Box Parts I & II The Box Part I - Knock, knock Mark stood in front of the door. Number 34 it said, looked like the right place, it was certainly the right road, it just didn't look like anything special. Just someone's house on an ordinary road. The only thing he'd noticed about it was the motorbike parked ouside which he'd seen as soon as he'd turned the corner at the top of the road and started checking the house numbers. He didn't know much about bikes, he didn't even have a license, but he found them exciting; some bikes just looked hot, and a cute guy in leathers and a pair of motorcross boots sitting on a machine like this always got him hard. So he knew this must be the right house, this had to be the guy. Still standing by the door, he looked at his watch, 2.56pm. He'd said three o'clock. Mark licked his lips, his mouth felt dry - he was nervous. Should he knock now, or walk round the block and be spot on time? This guy had sounded a bit hard on the phone, maybe he'd think early was 'disobedient' or something. He didn't really go in for the master-slave setup usually, he was more the bondage-buddy kind of guy, but he was so into the session the guy had described he was willing to do it this once. Cheekily he'd said "yes Sir!" at the end of the phone call with a grin to himself; "I mean, it just sounds stupid to call another guy 'Sir'", he thought to myself. He didn't want to screw up his chances with this guy so he stepped back from the door and continued down the road. By this point he now wasn't so sure he shouldn't just have knocked and gotten on with it, despite his nervousness his dick was semi-hard as he thought over what they'd talked about on the phone. Some of what he'd said couldn't be for real, I mean it was just way too intense - you couldn't tie someone like that. It was more like he was describing one of those Joe-T drawings you see; horny but just not possible. Hell, maybe this guy was just jerking off and wasn't going to be in, or didn't even live there. No, he had to live there, the bike was parked outside and the he'd said he was a biker. But if what he'd described was for real, he was in for it big time. His cock responded to this and started rubbing on his jeans even more which made things worse still. Jeans, his old army boots, a plain t-shirt and his favorite jacket - nothing else, no socks, no jock. "Fuck, it's 3pm!" all that second guesses about whether to knock when he was early and he was now going to be one minute late. He arrived at the house, having run the last thirty yards, stood there, checked the number again and knocked. Looked at his watch again. Just 3.01pm. Knocked again. Looked around behind him across the road, glanced at his watch again. Back to the door, he saw a buzzer. Pressed that instead. Behind the mottled glass of the outer door he saw some movement, then it opened. Dry mouthed again, he weakly forced out an "Hello". This guy was a good six or seven inches taller than Mark, and broader shoulders but about the same age, maybe a year or two older. But it wasn't this physical stature, which was clearly superior to Mark's, that he took most notice of - it was that he was wearing the most stunning set of bike leathers he'd ever seen. Only thing was, they weren't leather at all, they were rubber, but styled like bike leathers, tailored everywhere out of thick, shining rubber. He was only a couple of feet away and he could smell it, the heat from the man's body and the heady smell of the rubber. Mark's cock leapt and he looked down at it showing through his jeans. The guy hadn't said anything yet, he was just looked at the boy on his doorstep. Mark looked up again, almost thinging that this must be the wrong place, the expression on the man's face was set and he just looked down at him. "hello.....sir?" Mark said, forcing the words out. "Better, boy. Inside!" Mark went in and just stood in the hallway not sure what to do, or what to say, so he just looked ahead further into the house. The man closed the door behind him, he jumped and turned around to see the man grinning at him. "So, you made it then, boy. But you're late" "I didn't mean to be....Sir", he said still finding it difficult. Then he just came at him, grabbed him by the elbows and turned him around roughly and pushed him against the wall, grabbing his wrists he forced them up behind his back painfully towards his neck. Mark resisted as best he could, he hadn't been expecting this but the man was stronger than he was. Holding him there, his shoulders throbbing from the strain he felt the man come close to his face. "You will learn to do as you are told boy, is that clear?" He wasn't sure what to say, he'd only been a minute late, what was the big deal? "I said, is that clear, cunt?", he said whilst yanking the boy's wrists further up his back. "Yes Sir", he said as quickly as he could and clenching his eyes against the pain. He let go, pushing him to the floor and pinning him there under one knee, he unclipped a pair of rigid handcuffs from the back of his belt and snapped them on the boy in a single fluid movement. He let them ratchet on tightly so they dug into his skin, eliciting another yelp. Hauling him over onto his back, and crushing his cuffed hands behind him he looked the boy in the face. He looked startled and a little apprehensive, but that was good. He reached up and ruffled the boy's hair. "That has to go!" He grinned down at him, the boy was more clean cut than he usually got, still had preppy looking neat cropped hair and his jeans looked designer. Younger too, no more than 24 and nicely proportioned. He felt his arms and his thighs, all with the boy watching him puppy-eyed, but silent. He worked out a little it seemed, which fitted in with the cocky attitude he'd had on the phone, full of himself, probably a pushy bottom - well, usually anyway! "Get up, boy", he barked at him as he himself stood up. Mark struggled back onto his front then onto his knees and finally, unsteadily onto his feet. He was looking down still when he noticed his dick was still hard. Suddenly embarrassed he looked up at the man to see if he'd noticed. He had. "That's good boy", he said as he laughed at the boy's innocence, "Ready then boy?" Mark just nodded and said "Yes Sir". He took the boy by the collar of his jacket and pulled him along behind him through the house and out to the back door. He openned it and started to walk outside, still dragging the boy. At the step the boy hesitated, unsure about being led around outside, but he was just pulled along with a sharp tug, so he followed. He led him into a brick out-house at the end of the yard, pushed him into one corner, then turned to lock the door and switch on the lights. What Mark saw when the room lit up made his jaw drop. Everything the man had told him on the phone had been real. At the far end of the room, on a raised platform was a large black wooden box, no more than 3 feet along each side. It looked like a giant jack-in-the-box with the top hinged open, thickly padded and lined with rubber. Several straps, some long, some short, hung from the lid where they were riveted on and indented into the padding. The outside was very plain except for the glint from the tops of the bolts that held the sides together, serious bolts, the wood must have been an inch thick. He watched the boy take it all in, and stepped over behind him. "No going back from this point boy." "No Sir", he said absent mindedly and still looking at the box and around the room. Chains hung from the ceiling almost everywhere, some had shackles attached to the ends, another had a massive metal helmet swinging from it, there was a sling just behind the box, and a stout metal cage on the other side and closer to the door they'd come in through. Shelves about two foot above the cage had stacks of rubber sheeting or clothing, he couldn't tell which, and on the wall next to those every conceivable restraint had its own hook where it was stored. Stored! Stored was the word the man had used to him on the phone a lot, and he'd latched onto it. Mark had looked around through the contact mags and website for ages, literally months maybe even a year or more, for someone into just real, aggressive bondage, and long-term. Most he'd ever gotten anyone to do to him was overnight, and even then he'd had to plague them for it. He had almost met another guy a few months back, but he'd been more interested in causing pain. What Mark wanted was good honest bondage, but hard, unyielding, escape proof bondage for as long as he could get it. So when this guy said the word stored, his cock wouldn't let him say no. At this point the boy turned his head to look at the man who'd roughly cuffed him just a few moments ago, grinned broadly and said "Storage time Sir?" He liked this kid's cockiness, and was pleased to see he'd been right in thinking he was usually a pushy bottom. "No boy, lights out time!" "Sir?", looking suddenly confused only to feel a strong hand grip the back of his head and another come up to his face and cover it with a rag. Again in one swift movement, he kicked the boy's feet from under him and held the rag there until he went out. The boy struggled a bit but only enough to realise his hands were still trapped and that the cuffs were cutting into him, a few unaimed kicks and he was out. Part II - A first layer Cold, and with a desparate panic the boy jolted back awake. He heard his breath, course ragged breaths. Darkness. Cold and damp. A hard floor, his body aching from laying on it. His skin was cold. He propped himself up with his arms, his hands feeling a tiled floor, he turned his head side to side. Looking. Nothing. Panicked. Where was he? He'd been knocked out, but where was he now? Why did he feel so cold? He moved one hand to his jeans pocket, but just hit skin. He was naked. Cold and naked laying on a hard tiled floor, in complete darkness, his head still spinning and clouded from whatever had been on the rag. He sat up, drew his knees to his chin and pulled his feet in, slowly he crept backwards, inching towards something he could lean against. He found a wall, and carefully propped himself against it, getting himself used to the glassy chill of it down his naked back. Gingerly he pulled his feet in further and wrapped his arms around his knees, more for safety now than anything else. Now blinded. A searing pain through his head as the lights came on. He was just dazzled by it. Shielding his eyes now with one hand and gradually getting used to it from the pitch darkness, he tried to take in his surroundings. No longer pre-occupied with the cold, but just taking things in as best he could. The room was indeed tiled, white ceramic tiles like a bathroom over the floor and walls. There was a door at the far end painted white, but with no handle or window just hinges that showed it opened inwards. The lights, two fluorescent tubes, were hung from the ceiling which was also tiled. As his eyes got accustomed to the light he began to notice more about the room; the floor was sloped down towards him away from the door, and his butt was in a grate that ran along the length of the wall he'd backed into. Above him and to his left was a shower nozzle but he didn't see anything that would allow him to turn it on or off, and to his right a plain, white stool with a black, rectangular box on the top. He sat there for a few moments wondering what to do, his head was clearing fast now and the only thing that it seemed possible for him to do was open the box. Standing up he found he was a little unsteady on his feet, and felt a light headed as he caught his balance. He held his hands up to his face to rub some life back into himself, wiped his eyes and ran his hands back over his head. "Fuck! Fuck!", he said out loud. He felt again all round his head, but it was true, his hair had gone, all of it. He looked down at his dick and that was hairless too. Checking himself all over he realised he'd been shaved everywhere. There wasn't anything left, not on his head, his balls, his ass, under his arms, even his eyebrows had gone. This was going way too far. Pushing the box off the stool he sat down and just held his now skin head in his hands and thought and tried to imagine how he could get out of this. For a few moments he sat that cursing himself and beating himself up for letting his dick get the better of him and landing him in this situation. But then the box had looked hot when he'd seen in five minutes ago, or however long it now was. Must have taken ages to shave him down like this. "Maybe this is the storage", he sneered to himself, angry that he'd fucked up. "I can't get out, I guess I am trapped in here", he got up and paced over to the door to see if he could get it open. Banging as hard as he could on it, and trying to shoulder it open for a while he realised it was useless. Try as he might it didn't budge, it felt too solid for him to force against its hinge and out. Now rather than just trapped, he was trapped and sore. Almost in anger he was about to pick up the stool and throw it against the door, when he noticed that the box he'd pushed off it had come open on the floor. Picking it up, its contents fell out around the stool. Casually discarding the box in the direction of the door, rather than shying the stool at it as he'd intended, he bent down to pick up each of the things that had fallen out, his curiosity now held firmly by what he saw. Several pieces of plain and quite thin rubber clothing, and looking at each he felt his dick begin to grow hard again. There was a pair of rubber jeans, with a zip around the crotch, which fascinated him, a long sleeved t-shirt and gloves. He held each of them up in turn, looking at them, turning them over in his hands and just feeling them. He needed no further prompting to know what he had to do, carefully he pulled each item on. First the top, down over his head, and snapping into place over his chest. He wriggled it down his back and then set about straightening the arms so that it fitted over him perfectly smoothly. He hated it when he saw rubber guys out at the bars, who had just thrown their kit on sloppily, he always took his time and got rid of all the creases before polishing it up and going out. Anything to show off his gym toned body better deserved spending time on. Next were the jeans, he had thought these would be tough without any talc or lube, but actually since he now had no hair on his legs it was quite easy, and the feeling of the rubber that close to his skin was amazing. So tight, and snug, but cooling one moment, only to be warmed the next as his skin heated it up. Right then and there he decided he'd always keep himself shaved, how could he have missed out on how great this felt for so long? Pulling them up all the way he then couldn't decide what to do with his by now achingly hard dick, point it straight up, or down a leg? Getting too tempted to stroke it he just shoved it down the front and pulled the jeans up to meet the rubber top. He wished there was a mirror he could look at himself in right now, but just white tiles everywhere. Lastly the gloves, they were quite long and tight so they made a good seal with the sleeves of the top when he pulled them on. Now he was all set. But all set for what. He sat down again and started to feel stupid that he'd just played around getting the rubber on when he should have been trying to get out. But, the door then opened. It swung wide open, and he saw the man standing in the door frame. He still had on his rubber biker gear, and still looked just as hot. "Here boy!" Instinctively he got up and ran over to him and knelt down in front of him. He felt the man's hand rest on his smooth head and rub it around. "Doesn't that feel better now boy?" "Yes Sir" "This is how you will keep it from now on, slaves don't merit hair. And you are a slave aren't you?" "Aren't you boy?" "Yes Sir I am Sir" "Say it boy, tell me what you are boy" "Sir....", he stammered still unsure, but then he took a deep breath, let it out slowly then, with his Master's hand still on his head, he continued, "i am a rubber slave boy Sir, your dog boy Sir" He laughed a little, not in ridicule, but just at the pleasure of hearing the boy say it. "You're a dog are you boy?" "Yes Sir", now feeling embarrassed that he'd maybe been a bit too enthusiatic, "i mean if that is what you want Sir, yes Sir i think Sir" "That's alright boy.", he laughed again at the boy's quickening enthusiasm. This was going to be fun. He took his hand away and brought it back with a wide leather collar which he buckled around the boy's neck. "Follow!" He pulled the boy from the room, on two legs, but he'd learn eventually, and back in the main part of the out-house with the box. As he led his around it, he felt the boy pulling slightly towards it, clearly wanting to get a better look at it. He'd get a much closer look soon enough, he thought as he smiled to himself and brought the boy to the far end of the room by the cage. The cage had four heavy duty rings welded to the top side that he usually used to suspend it from the ceiling, but with the cage down on the concrete floor they served equally well as anchor points for boys being prepared. He pushed the boy against it, his waist just level with the top, then forced him to bend forwards across the cold iron bars. As he moved around to the far side away from the boy, he could see the goosebumps come up all the back on his neck down to the rubber as the cold from the bars crept through his new skin. Pulling each arm roughly he buckled the slave's wrists into restraints already waiting at the ends of two chains from the rings furthest away from where the boy was bent over the cage, he'd shorten those later, but for now he just needed to get him fixed into position. Down by the slave's bare feet were two similar restraints, he held the boy's feet firmly as he attached the leather straps tightly, feeling the boy gently shivering. With this done, he then unclipped the wrist restraints and dragged the boy's arms as far as they'd go and re-attached them to the chains thereby stretched the boy taut over the cage. He had his head looking down into the cage between his out stretched arms, resting on the bars. He looked at the leather covered mat lining the inside of the cage and wondered who had last been in there and what had happened to them. He could make out smudges of lube on the leather from where a slave had sat with something up his butt. His cock twitched. Standing behind the boy he took hold of the zip on the jeans and slowly drew it open, first down along the boy's ass then all the way forwards letting his dick hang out. As it fell out, long clear ropes of precum connected it back to rubber, and it hung there pointing straight ahead through the cage towards the boy's shoulders, his balls were a good size and hung there responding with slight movements as the boy's dick occasionally dipped and twitched. Taking two lengths of rope he would each round the slave's legs just below the knee, making 4 turns on each. Tying a good strong knot to prevent the loops slipping he then tied off each piece of rope to the side of the cage, pulling the boy's knees wide apart and effectively holding them rigidly to the cage. This left everything hanging freely and spread his butt cheeks well. He stood back, a kodak moment perhaps? The turns of the rope, white against the glossy black of the rubber looked hot, and the small movements the boy was trying to make to ease the strain on his legs forced out into that position were quite cute. Not quite ready yet though. He always used the same rope, magicians rope which was all cotton without any nylon core, which ensured the knots never slipped. A further length of rope he tied around the boy's balls, tugging them firmly with a couple of turns of the cord, and tying it off with a short length just loose. As he handled the slave's balls, he boy let out some gentle whimpers, clearly very turned on by being restrained, and bead after bead of precum now flowed out of his cock down the rope of older precum that had been attacted to the rubber. Some of it got on his hands, and when he put them under the boy's nose he started licking it off slowly but completely, savouring every moment of it. The boy clearly wasn't confused about his role any more! "Good boy, good boy", he said softly When he'd licked it all off he thanked his Master dutifully with the meekest voice he'd ever heard. But the boy had to take pain as well as pleasure, so what happened next probably came as a rude awakening. He cupped his tied off balls in one hand, the other still being licked even though it was already more than clean, and then mid-lick, squeezed hard. Instantly, the boy tried to double up from the pain as it built up in the pit of his stomach, but he couldn't and simply slammed his head into the bars. It's good when a boy's instincts cause him more discomfort. He was obviously trying to get up off the cage as his feet were working back and forth as though trying to stand up. But he wasn't going anywhere; he started to howl and then he started to plead. "Aahh, let go!" "Let go of me!" "Aarghhh, please Sir, please don't Sir!" He let go, but not before squeezing just a bit harder which made the boy jolt and yelp wonderfully. He sagged back onto the cage, no longer trying to get off, his cock still standing out proudly, but the rope of precum had come off and there was now a pool of it just inside the cage on the mat. He pulled the rope round the slave's balls back, making them stick out behind him and pointing his dick straight down. He saw his body tense, anticipating what was to come next. He tied the rope off to a hook on the wall, fixing his slave's genitals in that position and then stood alongside his stretched out body, running his hands up and down the boy's back and then his head. Just watching his slave. Watching as in a few moments the boy turned his head to look at his Master, wondering why nothing had happened. Then a few more minutes passing, the slave getting daring, and starting to push back and pull forwards as much as he can to try and get some leverage on his cock. Out of the sight of his boy, he reached up to the shelves above the cage and rooted around for something. This much the boy could now hear, but could not turn to see what it was. His movements, as limited as they were, became more inquisitive and adventurous as he determined to twist enough by some means in order to see what his Master was doing. The he found it and brought it down in front of the boy's face, but just out of reach. The boy saw it and immediately clamped his mouth shut, whimpering and trying to pull his head as far away from it as possible. The gag was the size and shape of a small fist and made out of solid black rubber. The shape was a little strange, but the boy quickly recognised that this was meant to fit snuggly within his mouth completely. But the degree to which it would obviously have filled his mouth, and stretched his jaw had it been held closed around it wasn't the bit that frightened the boy; it was the thick tube that ran through the gag, going an inch further inside its victim, and hanging out about a foot on the outside. Surely if that went in him he'd spend the whole time concentrating on keeping his gag reflex in check, or he'd be in serious trouble. The boy was adamant that this gag was not going in him, but his Master had expected this and from where he was standing alongside the boy, with the gag held in front of his face with one hand, he brought the other down firmly on the boy's tethered balls, illiciting an immediate and pitiful scream. But it was short lived of course, no sooner was his head thrown back in pain, and his mouth opened to scream than the gag was deftly shoved in. Realising his position the boy fought hard to push the gag back out, but his tongue was held down firmly in the bottom of his mouth by the sheer bulk and shape of it. Now he really did start to panic, trying desparately to writhe out of his bonds and kick himself away from the cage over which he was securely stretched, but he managed only to pull on arms painfully and slap his dick against the cold bars of the door of the cage between which it was still pointing straight down and steadily leaking precum despite his fear. He was unable to think properly now. Scared of what was happening to him. Fighting with the desire to trust himself in his Master's hands, and the will to curl up and protect himself. Knowing what the boy was going thought, he soothingly spoke to him, calming him down, reassuring the boy. Still though the slave was gulping air in hard through the gag's breathing pipe, almost choking it back out again, spluttering flecks of spit out with every exhale, but gradually getting used to its feeling in his mouth and towards the back of his throat. Fighting back the urge to vomit it out. But he would have to cope, it was in there to stay now. But he wasn't finished with the boy yet either. Sooner or later he would be able to get the gag out if just left as it was, so he reached for a hood, thick rubber, almost rigid which he began to peel down over the slave's head. At first the boy thrashed around anew from this, but a couple of similar, sharp slaps to his balls brought him back into line quickly. Within a few moments, he was able to continue pulling the hood down over the boy's naked head, with only the sound of his breathing, now hard again, and the gentle rise and fall of his back as his chest pushed it up and down. With a snap the hood found it home and fitted around his head perfectly. Although made from thick rubber, it was shaped and moulded at the front so that the boy felt his chip slip into a dip which might almost have been made to fit it exactly. The only holes in the hood were those through which his head had been pushed, and which now lined up with the high collar of the rubber top he already wore, and a round grommeted hole in the front through which his breathing pipe was threaded. The hood effectively fastened the boy's jaw closed, tightly compressing it into the gag inside his mouth, the result being that not only was the boy's head covered in rubber, but it was virtually completely filled with it as well wherever possible. He patted the boy's head through the rubber and was pleased to hear a couple of pleasant sounding puppy moans come from within made slightly metallic sounded from the passage of the sound through the wide breathing tube. If the boy had had a moment to consider what had gone before, he might have known what to expect next, but as it was he was busy relishing the feeling of the rapidly warming rubber now encasing his head and isolating him to a large extent from the sights and sounds of the outside world, the world within his Master's playroom. Often with rubber hoods, once on he could still make out shapes and bright lights as the rubber was stretched tightly over his face, but not with this one, it was just darkness. No shadows of the bars, or sparkles from the overhead lights reflected off the metal and rubber around the room which had filled his field of vision only a minute ago. In an instant he was brought back to reality as he felt ice cold lube being rubbed against his exposed, and vulnerable butt, his Master's fingering expertly pushing in then letting them slip out, rubbing the lube around and in, and over and then adding more, pushing it in a little further. The boy's mouth fell dry and he caught himself only just in time before gagging on the tip of the gag's tube tempting to tickle the back of his throat. How could he concentrate on everything going on, how could he cope with the gag, his now aching legs and tightly rubbered body. Only his dick, his balls and his now well lubed ass were free of rubber, save for his feet now getting colder by the second as they rested on the harsh concrete foor. Then nothing. His Master's touch had gone, no feeling. Nothing was touching him, except the steel of the cage and the ropes that bound him to it. Unused to the thickness of the hood and the effect it had on his ability to listen, he brought his head up and cocked it slightly to one side, intent to listen for any clue of what had happened to his Master. And then he knew. Pushed firmly at his ass he felt the tip of a plug. Trying to relax and push back as he could, he wanted to get it in him. Just begging if he could, to be touched. He turned the plug slowly, rotating it, pushing against his boy's eager hole, watching him greedily trying to get onto it. Then pushing hard, allowed the first of the plug proper to enter the slave. The shape of the plug made it position to get it inside in stages, three bulbs each larger than the next making the whole about 8" long and 2" at its widest. As the first slipped in, the boy clearly enjoying it, froze lifted his head a little, softly whimpering in pleasure, perhaps thinking that this was the extent of the plug. He turned it again, then turned it the other way, enjoying the sounds this produced from the excited slave boy. But now pushing again further in, which caused the boy to draw in air quickly through the tube and suddenly open his hands, pushing his own head down into the bars, a picture of concentration. Smearing more lube around the part of the plug still outside, he turned it faster now, but kept up the pressure inwards. The second bulb had not yet gone it, but he felt that only a little more pressure separated that moment from now. Keeping the boy at this point, wanting more, being stretching, eager and greedy to get it in. He let the moment linger, turning the plug the other way, keeping the force just short of ramming the second bulb in. And then he let it go, he pushed it, pushed the second of the three bulbs in and stiffened himself from the yelp that the boy tried to let out. But he wasn't through; without letting the pressure up he slammed the third and final bulb into the boys now well stretched hole without giving him a chance to get his breath from the shock of the size of the second. As soon as it was shoved home the boy's muscles clamped quickly around the narrow neck of the plug, cruelling making his body keep it in by itself. This created a moment on near total panic in the boy's limited movements, but it got the worse of that ordeal over for him quickly - a luxury he would have less of when he would be moved to the box. Whilst the boy was trying to recover from the pain of the intrusion into his ass, his Master busied himself untying the boy's balls and packing everything away again under the rubber jeans. If the found composed himself quickly enough he would try and force the plug back out to a more comfortable point; this wasn't going to happen! But by this time the zip was closed, trapping the plug inside him with no way out, and piping his painfully swollen dick awkwardly down one leg, adding its own lubricant to the sweat already building up there. He looked at his rubbered slave boy, admiring now how much he was already transformed from the preppy sub that had knocked at the door, to a whimpering, aching, cum-hungry dog boy ready for the box. Well almost ready, he had his first skin of rubber on; but this was too thin and delicate to have any straps or restraints placed directly over it. The main rubber suit, key to holding the boy in storage had to go on next.

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Date: Thu, 04 Apr 2002 00:36:57 +0000 From: novirk2@hotmail.com Subject: David's Slave (Chapter 8) This is a story involving boy/boy graphic sex and is not intended for reading by minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now, and go read something else! This is a completely fantasized story meant only for the purpose of pleasurable reading. This is the eighth chapter of David's Slave. It is a story about two boys one twelve and one ten who meet and fall in love. In this chapter David, Scott, Mike and Patrick arrive at the camping ground and make some new french friends who seem to enjoy spanking. All comments are welcome as this is my first attempt at a story, so email me at... Novirk2@hotmail.com. David's Slave. CHAPTER 8. Finally they arrived and all got off the coach to stretch their legs. The sun was shining and the boys looked around while they waited for their bags to be unloaded. When all the bags had been unloaded the eight guys who were there to look after them told them to pick a tent and be back here in fifteen minutes for a tour of the site. The tents were already set up, so grabbing their bags the four boys headed off to pick a good tent. Scott headed towards one that was next to the two tents the adults would be sleeping in, but Mike shook his head and walked off with the other boys until he reached one further away. Inside the tent were four rolled up sleeping bags. Mike claimed the one on the left and threw his bag down on it and his brother took the one next to him. David threw his bag down on the one next to Patrick, which left the sleeping bag on the right for Scott. All the boys felt hot and sticky after their long coach ride so decided to change into their shorts and a t-shirt. In no time at al all four boys were naked except for their undies and socks. David and Patrick started rolling around tickling each other and this progressed to playfully wrestling, as the older two boys looked on both unsure what to do. Scott glanced across at Mike and saw the obvious bulge in the front of his undies and looked down to see that he to had one. The two younger boys had stopped rolling around and now both lay on their backs exhausted. They too had erections that were plainly visible beneath their undies. As if they had planned it, both boys reached up and gently rubbed the front of the older boys undies. Both Scott and Mike looked at each other and then smiled. Mike was the first to move, he lay beside his brother taking him in his arms and kissed him. David tugged at Scott's undies and pulled him towards him. Kneeling he softly kissed David's nose, then his lips and worked his way down the young boys body. He kissed each nipple running his tongue over it then moved down his chest kiss by kiss until he reached David's belly button. Mike held his brother in his arms and was passionately kissing him. His hand rubbed the boys back in little circles. Breaking the kiss Mike pulled his brother up and took his place on his back in the tent. Patrick lay on top of him and Mikes hands wandered down the ten year olds back coming to rest on the cheeks of his arse. He gently squeezed them as they once again started kissing. Both boys were grounding their hips into each other and Mike kissed his way down to his brother's neck. Patrick continued grinding his hips into his brother's body picking up speed as his brother began to nibble at his neck. By now both boys were panting and lost in their emotions. David had one hand in Scott's undies and was rubbing his erection. They were watching Mike and Patrick and both of them found the sight making them even hornier. The sound of a man at the next tent telling the boys in it to hurry up brought them back to reality. They quickly moved away from each other and started to hastily dress in their shorts and clean t-shirts. As they emerged the scoutmaster who was going around the other tents to rouse the boys reached theirs and told them to join the others for a tour of the campsite. David and Patrick headed off in front with Mike and Scott following behind. The campsite was huge. There was an indoor and outdoor swimming pool, various grassy areas to play, a lake with boats and an area taken up by a few shops. Finally they were shown the shower and toilet areas. All through the tour Mike and Scott were trying to get answers to all the questions that they both had but it really was difficult in the middle of a crowd of boys. Eventually the tour was over and all the boys were told that they were free to amuse themselves until teatime. The two older boys headed off back to the tent while the younger boys went off to explore after agreeing to meet up one hour later at the lake. Once safely inside the tent both boys were full of even more questions, mostly about each other and what they had done and had not done with the younger boys. Scott found out that Mike and his brother had been fooling around for quite a while now, he in turn told Mike how he and David had been doing the same almost from the first day when David moved in next door. Of course all this talk was making both boys excited and Scott turned to Mike and timidly asked him if he wanted to get naked and maybe fool around a little? With a huge grin Mike nodded his head and pulled off his t-shirt. In record time both boys were naked and soon after that they were exploring each other's bodies. Scott held Mike's dick in his hands amazed at how hard and hot it felt, slowly he pulled the foreskin back and masturbated him enjoying the feel of his friends dick in his hands. Licking his lips he took it in his mouth and worked his tongue over the head enjoying the salty taste of his friend. Mike groaned and moved slightly closer to Scott causing him to slip a little further into Scott's mouth. After a few minutes of this Mike told Scott to stop and he slid down Scott's body. He moved around and they ended up head to toe. Now both boys could enjoy sucking each other at the same time. Mike licked Scott's shaft and took just the tip into his mouth. He played his tongue over the head concentrating on the piss slit. Soon more of Scott's dick slid into Mike's mouth and both boys were lost in their emotions. Mike lay on his back dragging Scott on top of him, which meant nearly Scott's entire dick was now in Mike's mouth. He reached around and held his friends arse cheeks open spreading them and then running a finger over his hole. Scott felt his hole twitch at the touch of Mikes finger and then relax slightly. Scott continued to pump his dick in and out of Mike's mouth while gradually getting used to taking more and more of his friends dick into his mouth. He felt first one finger then two invade his hole and begin to piston in and out of his arse in time to the sucking. This was driving Scott crazy so he stopped sucking Mikes dick and panted out the words, "Fuck me please" Meanwhile David and Patrick were busy exploring the area around the campsite. Passing the lake they came to a fence and some open fields beyond. Patrick looked at David shrugged his shoulders and then climbed the fence. Once both boys were on the other side they giggled. Something about being somewhere they were sure was not part of the campsite made both boys feel daring and a little nervous. They continued to explore and soon came to some trees. As they entered the wood they heard a sound and stopped to listen, not wanting to be discovered. Slowly they moved towards the sound until they came to a small clearing. What they both saw stopped them in their tracks. Tied to a tree and completely naked was a tall dark haired boy, his arse glistening in the sunshine. Another naked boy who looked very much like his friend in appearance and looks stood behind him and said something in French to the boy tied up. While he waited for the other boy's reply he stroked his hand lightly down his captives back and then squeezed his firm tight arse. As he asked the same question again to the tied boy he drew little circles on the boy's arse cheeks. The boy thought for a second or two then just nodded his reply. What happened next shocked both David and Patrick. The boy moved slightly to the side and began smacking the boy's arse increasing the strength of the blows as he counted them off. They watched as the tied boy squirmed against the tree as each blow landed, his back arching in anticipation of each smack. The sound of the slaps filled the air breaking the complete silence, slap after slap reined down on the boys arse. The air was now filled with the sound of each blow mixed with an accompanied groan from the tied boy and steady count. After thirty slaps the boy stopped. The only noise to be heard now was the gasps of the boy tied to the tree as he sagged against his bonds. The boy who had delivered the blows knelt down to look at the results of the spanking. Both cheeks had a rosy glow and showed hand marks. He touched one cheek gently and felt the heat coming from it. Gently he pressed, which made the other boy gasp again and grind his hips into the tree once again. As he removed his finger the point on the boys arse that he touched turned pale and them returned to the red of the rest of the boys arse. Still kneeling the boy moved a little closer and then kissed delicately down each cheek and then moving back to the top of his friends arse began to lick it in ever growing circles. After a little while of this he stood and moved around to the other side of the tree and began to untie the boy. It was then that the two hidden boys noticed his huge erection that bobbed as he walked, topped by his dark bush of hair. As he continued to untie the other boy precum dripped from it in a long strand. Soon the boy was free and he too had a raging erection. This was the first chance David and Patrick had to see both boys together side by side, but the sight of those two hard dicks bewitched Patrick, that was all he could see. The French boys hugged each other and gently began playing with their hard dicks. Neither of the French boys knew that they were being watched and were intent on pleasuring themselves. After a little longer watching this extremely erotic scene David whispered something into Patrick's ear and this made Patrick look up from the boy's dicks to look at their faces for the first time wondering what could be so important? It was then that he noticed as David had that they were twins, more than that it was plain to see that they were identical twins in every way and he meant in every way. As David and Patrick watched the scene unfold in front of them they became more and more aroused. By now both boys had their hands in their shorts and were furiously masturbating to this unexpected excitement. The two brothers were still completely naked and one of them lay on a blanket. It was only possible to tell which was which by the difference in colour of one boy's arse compared to the other. The brother who had delivered the blows was lay on his back. The other brother lay over him with his hands ether side of his shoulders. He was slowly thrusting his hips as he lay over his brother and his hard dick was sliding up and down the belly of his friend leaving a trail of precum behind. Occasionally their dicks would collide and their precum would mix making the scene somehow even sexier. David and Patrick slipped their shorts down to their knees and continued to masturbate as they watched the brother who was lay on his back grasp his own dick with one hand and his twins with the other and rub them against each other. Soon both boys dicks erupted landing and mixing their spunk on the chest of the boy lay on his back. The sight of the twins orgasm brought David and Patrick to their own dry orgasms and they lay back panting. David rolled onto his side to kiss Patrick and as he did so a small twig underneath him broke with a sound like thunder in the deathly quiet of the clearing. The twins looked towards the sound and then without getting dressed headed towards the sound. They found David and Patrick still with their shorts around their knees and kissing. As Patrick opened his eyes he noticed the two brothers stood over them and instantly moved away from David. David wondered what was wrong and opened his eyes about to ask what was wrong when he too saw the brothers. For a few moments there was a deathly silence and then David not knowing what else to say half heartedly said, "Hi" The two brothers looked at each other and then one of them said, "You are English?" Before David or Patrick had a chance to reply to this the other brother asked why they were spying on them. Both boys just shrugged their shoulders and said nothing until Patrick muttered that it was too hot to not watch. As he said this Patrick found his eyes kept wandering back to one of the brothers stomachs and the spunk on it. Without thinking about it he reached out and rubbed his finger through it then brought it to his mouth. This surprised the twins and then they burst out in laughter, which seemed to ease the tension. The twins were called Marcel and Pascal and they were fourteen. They had been fooling around with each other most of their lives. After a while of talking with the two younger boys they had also found out all about David and Patrick and the things they got up to with Scott and Mike. They lived in the chateau just over the hill and their grandfather had sold the land that was now the campsite. While they were talking David realized that he still had his hand down his shorts. He looked back up into the eyes of the twins and noticed that they were watching him play with himself. This made David feel even hornier and he nudged Patrick and then grabbed him between his legs. Smiling at the twins David and Patrick pulled their shorts down to reveal their little hard dicks. Marcel reached out and stroked David's chest and Pascal knelt down in front of Patrick softly blowing on his hard on causing Patrick to shiver with delight. Again all four boys soon had hard throbbing dicks. The twins had identical large hard dicks that were leaking precum. David lay down and Marcel knelt over him and inserted the tip of his dick into his mouth. David twirled his tongue over the end of Marcel's dick and then closed his lips over the shaft. Pascal was stood behind Patrick gently thrusting his dick between his cheeks while playing with the younger boys dick and balls. Not long after this as if the twins were somehow invisibly connected they both shouted out at the same time and for the second time that that day their spunk erupted from their dicks. David swallowed most of Marcel's cum, just a little leaking from between his lips and down his chin. Pascal's spunk splattered over Patrick's arse cheeks and dribbled down his legs. Now the twins changed places and Pascal kissed David tasting the spunk of his brother licking David's chin clean. As he did this Marcel spread Patrick's cheeks and licked him clean probing his arse with his tongue. Far too soon it was over and the boys just lay in each other's arms resting. David looked at his watch and told Patrick that they had to go. They agreed to meet the twins here again tomorrow and to bring Scott and Mike. So with one final kiss the two younger boys dressed and then headed back to the campsite while the twins returned to the chateau. Back at the campsite Scott and Mike had enjoyed their sex play together and were now dressed again and looking around the site. David and Patrick were nowhere to be seen and the older boys were becoming worried. They had asked some of their friends and some of the younger boys if they had seen either David or Patrick but it seemed that nobody had since they had arrived. As they reached the far side of the lake in the distance they saw them. At first Scott and Mike were angry with the boys for going off on their own out of bounds but their anger was soon forgotten as the younger boys told them about Marcel and Pascal. The rest of the day was spent swimming and boating on the lake. After eating they joined in a game of football for a while and then sat around the campfire until ten-thirty. By then all four boys were tired and decided to return to their tent. When they were safely inside the tent they stripped off all their clothes and zipped the sleeping bags together in twos. It was decided that Mike would sleep with David tonight and that Scott would sleep with Patrick. They gently played with each other's bodies for a while but soon sleep overcame them and they rested in each other's arms until morning.

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Date: Tue, 30 Apr 2002 17:59:46 -0700 (PDT) From: novirk2 Subject: David's Slave (Chapter 9) This is a story involving boy/boy graphic sex and is not intended for reading by minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now, and go read something else! This is a completely fantasized story meant only for the purpose of pleasurable reading. This is the ninth chapter of David's Slave. It is a story about two boys, one twelve and one ten who meet and fall in love. Along the way they meet and make some new friends. In this chapter Mike wins a medal and the French twins show them around the chateau. Much too soon it is time for them to return to the UK. All comments are always welcome. I think that the next chapter after this will be the last concerning David's Slave, as interest in it seems to be waning. So prepare for a shock ending. I am thinking of starting a new story about the French twin boys who have been in the last two chapters. If there is any interest in this idea please let me know. Contact me at novirk2@ziplip.com. (**NEW EMAIL ADDRESS**) David's Slave. CHAPTER 9. David woke in the arms of Mike and looked across at Scott and Patrick. He watched as their chests rose and fell while they peacefully slept on. He disentangled himself from Mikes embrace and noticed that their nipples were slightly hard in the early morning air as they lay on their backs. He leant across and lightly ran his fingers firstly over Scott's and then Patrick's nipples. As he touched Patrick his friend let out a sigh in his sleep and shifted slightly. David thought about unzipping their sleeping bag to look and maybe touch the rest of their bodies. A huge part of him wanted to wake them both with a blowjob, but he decided to leave them as they both looked so peaceful. There was no sound coming from outside except for the dawn morning chorus of the birds and this made David feel calm and secure. He unzipped the sleeping bag deciding to get dressed; glancing at his watch he saw it was six thirty. Scott stirred a few minutes later and opened his eyes. He was greeted with the sight of David's naked form as he searched through his bag for something to wear today. To Scott David had the perfect body. His gaze wandered downwards following the outline of his spine and then lingering on his firm tight arse cheeks. Without really thinking he reached out and gently stroked them. David turned to Scott and smiled while moving closer and tenderly kissed him on the lips. "Good morning sexy I love you" Scott said. David smiled at him and answered, "I know" Soon Scott was out of his sleeping bag and both boys just lay naked in each others arms for a while. Scott loved the feeling of his naked body pressed against David's, skin to skin. His arm absently drew little circles on Davids back while Davids head lay against Scotts neck. The older boy closed his eyes and breathed deeply in, wanting to remember how his friend smelt forever. Without even realizing it he had become hard and it poked urgently against David's stomach causing him to rhythmically move against it. Scott moaned in pleasure as David continued to rub his body on Scott's hard dick. As Scott lost his self in the sensations he was feeling David broke away and announced that he was hungry and so returned after one more far briefer kiss to finding something to wear. Scott leaned across and shook the other two boys gently awake and soon after much stretching and yawning they were all awake and dressed. All four of them were soon sat eating cereal and drinking tea for their breakfast, ready for another day. The morning they found was to be spent doing things with the group but the rest of the day was theirs to do as they wished. They had agreed to meet the twins at two in the afternoon so after breakfast they each had a quick shower and then joined the group to visit the nearby town. Thirty-five minutes later they arrived at the town. Being here was a chance to buy, write and then send postcards to their families back in the United Kingdom. Scott found as he wrote that he was missing his mom but he was also enjoying the freedom he had. Being honest with himself he was also enjoying being able to fool around as much as he was without the chance of his mom finding out. Just the thought of exploring the other boys bodies gave him another hard on. After posting off their postcards they were shown around the town and taken off to see a castle. When they returned it was time for them to all go to the pool. Soon all four boys were stood around the outdoor swimming pool in their speedos. All of the boys were there. Scott looked around him at all the other boys. There were boys of every shape and size and all dressed in nothing but swimwear. Everywhere Scott looked he saw sexy boys. David was wearing light blue speedos with a yellow arrow across each side, which seemed to point to his bulge in the front of them. Looking at Patrick he too looked good. His speedos were black but as ever looked a size too small for him. No doubt his brother had something to do with that. Mike wore plain red speedos that he filled nicely. Absently Scott adjusted himself and then looked down at himself. His dark green speedos seemed to make his tan somehow darker and he could see the fine hairs on his legs catching the sun. Most of the other boys in the group were also dressed in speedos but one or two were dressed in baggies. One or two of them caught Scott's eye. There was a boy chasing around that was called Peter who looked to be around David's age who wore the brightest yellow speedos that Scott had ever seen and they had slipped down a little at the back while he was chasing his friend to reveal just a hint of his arse. The other boy that Scott noticed was stood off to the side and was dressed in white speedos with little blue boats and anchors on them. From a distance it almost looked as if he was not wearing anything at all. He was constantly reaching down and gently squeezing himself between his legs as he watched the other boys, his name was Leo and he was the youngest boy here. Scott wondered if the boy even knew he was doing it and decided that he didn't, but still it was a wonderful sight to see. The teams had been picked on the coach journey here and soon it was time for the first two teams to compete. This found Scott and Mike playing against each other. After ten minutes Scott's team were in the lead and the whistle blew. They were through to the quarterfinals. One by one the teams played against each other until the only two teams left were Mikes and another boy their age called Simon. Simon was big for his age, but what he gained in size he lacked in brains. He often resorted to settling any argument with his fists rather than with a clever put down or remark. As the final started Scott, David and Patrick sat down on the grass with towels draped over their shoulders to watch. Scott was glad that he was sat down as the sight of all these boys with the water dripping off their bodies had given him another hard on. The match began and after eight minutes it was still deadlocked. Neither team could score. Then as Scott watched Mike got the ball and launched himself out of the water. It all happened as if in slow motion to Scott. He erupted from the surface of the water and as his body emerged he drew his arm back, then propelled the ball towards the opponents goal all in one fluid motion. Scott was so completely engrossed in the sight of Mike as he rose from the surface of the water and then sank back below. His eyes never left Mikes body as the ball left his friends hand. The sunlight formed a silhouette surrounding his whole body with a glow. For that split second Scott found himself lost and captivated by Mikes beauty. Mike reached the peak of his jump, just before he released the ball Scott watched as the water ran down his body. Drips cascaded down his lower chest as if in some mad race, then threw themselves over the front of his speedos and finally down and off the bulge in the front of them. Scott gasped at this sight and felt his dick throb, but it was lost in the cheers of the other boys. As Mike sank back into the water the boys all cheered again and clapped as the ball hit the mark and the whistle was blown. Mike and his team had won. Mikes team each were presented with their winners medals and the other team received their runners up medals to the applause and cheers of the watching boys. Mike returned to his friends and casually dried himself off with a towel. As we admired the medal around his neck, Leo the boy in the white speedos came over and stood in front of Mike and shyly said, "You were awesome" Mike turned to look at Leo and smiled back at him at him. He ruffled the boys hair and said, "Thanks" Leo asked if he could take a look at the medal and Mike nodded and then said, "Tell you what why don't you look after it for me for a while" With that he lifted the medal from around his neck and kneeling in front of Leo placed it around his neck. All Leo could say was WOW but you could tell he was excited because he had resumed squeezing himself between the legs. Leo gave Mike another great big smile and then ran off to show his friends, shouting that he would take god care of it to Mike as he left. Mike looked at us all, winked and squeezed himself once between the legs then laughed. After chatting and then playing in the pool for a while longer we were soon back in our tent so we could change into shorts and t-shirts so we could go and meet the twins. All four boys were naked and rolling around on the sleeping bags paying grab and tickle when a little voice was heard from outside the tent asking for Mike. Everyone went silent and reached for some clothes but Mike whispered no and then stuck his head out of the tent to be greeted by Leo. Leo was still dressed just in his white speedos and Mikes medal. He looked delightful as he stood there shivering slightly in the shade of the tent. He told Mike that he had come to return his medal and Mike invited him into the tent. Leo entered the tent and Mike closed the flap behind him then patted a space on the sleeping bag next to him. Leo looked at the other three naked boys and then looking at Mike again he shrugged and smiled and then said, "My speedos are still wet" Mike just returned his smile and said, "Well take them off then" Leo didn't even think about it, he just took hold of the top of them and peeled them down then threw them near the flap and sat next to Mike. Now all he was wearing was Mikes medal. He still glanced occasionally at each of the boys, or to be more precise their groins and began absently squeezing his little dick again. Soon he was talking away about anything and everything and still fiddling with himself as he did so. Mike reached across to adjust the medal around Leo's neck brushing the boys nipples as he did so. The boy let out a gasp and stopped in mid sentence. Really slowly Mike's used two fingers to walk slowly down his chest accompanied by giggles from Leo. He went past his belly button until he reached his groin that was still covered by the boys hand. Gently he moved Leo's hand away and replaced it with his own. The boys watched as Mike toyed with Leo's dick. Soon he had it standing to attention. Leo's eyes were half closed as he gently sighed and spread his legs a little wider. Mike told Leo to lie back and he hesitated. Mike leaned towards him and kissed his neck then told him that it was okay and if anything happened that he did not like to just say so and it would stop. Leo briefly looked at the other boys in the tent then smiled again, nodded to Mike and lay down. Soon all four of the boys were caressing Leo's body and he was lost in all the new sensations he was feeling. David was kissing Leo; Patrick was playing with his nipples while Scott was licking Leo's balls. Mike was still teasing Leo's dick and talking to him. After a while of this all four boys were horny and so Scott and David lay down to play with each other. Mike and Patrick continued playing with Leo. Scott licked his way down David's body while David watched the other three boys enjoying themselves. Mike had lay on his back and had Leo lay on top of him. Leo was slowly grinding himself into him and Patrick was softly kneading Leo's arse. Scott had now reached David's little stiff dick and was licking around the base of it. He let the tip slip into his mouth and slowly sucked it then swirled his tongue around the piss slit. This caused David to try to push more of it inside Scott's mouth. He let out a moan and bucked against Scott's mouth. Mike was now passionately kissing Leo while holding his arse cheeks wide apart. Patrick was between Leo's legs and licking his hole. Leo mashed his mouth against Mike as Patrick pushed a finger into his spit-lubricated hole. Mikes dick was as hard as iron and was leaking precum all over Leo's stomach. He knew that he was close and so started pushing Leo's arse cheeks causing him to rub his stomach up against his dick. Leo's stiff dick collided with Mikes and the heat from the young boys throbbing dick sent him over the edge. Seconds later his cum splashed all over the pair of them. Mike lay spent while Patrick brought Leo to his first ever dry climax by working his finger in and out of his arse. He reached in between Leo and Mike and using Mikes cum as lubrication wanked Leo off until he felt him pulsate in his hand. Scott and David were close too. Seeing the other three boys enjoying themselves excited them even more. Scott lay back and David positioned himself over him and then slowly lowered himself onto Scott's dick. It bumped against David's arse cheeks then found the mark and with a sigh from both boys it slipped in. In no time at all both boys were panting and then with a groan Scott came quickly followed by David. All five boys lay in a heap recovering and then decided to go for a shower. They all put their speedos back on and each grabbed a towel. Mike kissed Leo once more and then took his medal and put it back around his neck saying, "I think that you deserve this for being the cutest boy in white speedos" Leo giggled and gave him an angel like smile. Looking back at Mike he leant over and briefly kissed him. He whispered, "Gee thanks Mike, it was loads of fun" So they all headed to the showers laughing and joking as they walked from the tent to the shower block. As they went Mike gave Patrick a quick hug and whispered in his ear, "Leo is not the only sexy boy I know around here" Patrick smiled and grabbed his brother between the legs giving him a quick squeeze. Then he shouted, "Chase me" and ran off with his brother in hot pursuit in the direction of the showers. After their shower Leo went back to his tent to show his friends his gift from Mike and the other four returned to their tent to get changed. Soon they were dressed in clean shorts and t-shirts and on their way to meet the twins. Marcel and Pascal were already there when the four boys arrived. David introduced them to Scott and Mike and they all headed off to the chateau. Five minutes later they came out of the wood and had their first glimpse of the place. It looked huge and the boys learned that it had twenty bedrooms. Marcel led them around to the side and they entered through a big oak door there. The inside of the chateau was lavishly furnished, there were pictures hung all around which Marcel informed them were different long dead relatives. The boys headed upstairs and were soon in Pascal's bedroom. The bedroom looked to be about as big as Scott's and David's flat at home. Pascal opened a door and showed them the adjoining bathroom in which there was a huge shower and then led them through a door in there that led to his brothers bedroom. The twins had almost identical typical boys bedrooms. A bed, a table with a computer and a closet filled with clothes. In Marcel's room one wall had a huge corkboard attached to it on which lots of things had been written. It was also covered in pictures of him and some friends, postcards and various posters. The rest of both boys rooms were filled with various junk. The boys were then led back downstairs and Pascal asked if they wanted to see the dungeon? "You have a dungeon?" Patrick asked wide-eyed. The twins giggled and explained that really it was a wine cellar but they had taken over the far corner of it for them to play in. they had they said turned it into their own private dungeon. So they headed down to the wine cellar. The twins each took a candle in its holder from the table by the door, lit it then opened another huge oak door and turned on the light. The place still looked dark and smelled a little musty. After telling their friends to be careful of the old wooden stairs they carefully walked down them. The wooden stairs creaked as they stepped onto them and seemed to disappear into the darkness. Eventually they were stood on the earthen floor. All around as far as the eye could see there were racks with holes for bottles. The ones nearest to the stairs were full but before they could look any closer they were ushered deeper into the wine cellar. As they walked further the bottles stopped and there were only empty racks. At the furthest point from the door, against the wall were two huge wine barrels that the twins said were used when the campsite was a vineyard and they produced fine French wine. The twins reached into a few of the empty spaces in the wine racks that still lined the walls and produced some more candles and some other things. They placed the candles around the area and lit them sending a slightly eerie glow that illuminated the area. In the slightly better light they were all able to see a little clearer. David noticed that there was a slot cut into the front of both of the frameworks that held the huge barrels in place. It was explained to him that this used to be where they would place a slate on which would be written information about the contents of the barrels. Marcel looked at his brother and then at his friends and said, "Now though we have another use for them" Then he blew his candle out and slotted the candleholder into the space. The boys were still puzzled why he had done this. So he was about to explain when his twin stopped him and said, "Why don't you show them?" Laughing Marcel nodded and started to strip. When he was naked he got down on his hands and knees and slowly backed up to the barrel. The boys took this chance to admire his body and his now hardening dick. Now the boys began to understand, the candle still in the holder stuck out from the barrel and was at the ideal height. His half hard dick glistened in the candlelight and he gave it a quick pull as he looked at his friends and smiled. As he neared the end of the candle his brother spread his cheeks a little and helped him guide it in. With a sigh the candle penetrated Marcel's arse hole and he rocked on his hands and knees rhythmically backwards and forwards. Watching this made them all feel horny and soon they were all naked and slowly wanking. Mike stood in front of Marcel who opened his mouth and started sucking on the end of Mike's dick. David sat at the side of Marcel and reached under and started to wank him off while Scott, Patrick and Pascal cheered them on. Pascal led Scott and Patrick over to the other barrel and looped some rope around both of his ankles and both of his wrists. Looking closer at this barrel the boys noticed that there were two hooks in the top of the framework holding this barrel in place. Pascal tied the other end of the rope attached to his left ankle to the bottom of the barrel and hooked the rope around his left wrist over the hook there. Then he asked Patrick to tie his other leg and Scott to tie his other hand. Soon he was securely tied to the barrel. His back and arse glistened with sweat as he asked Scott to look in the third hole on left of the nearby wine rack. Scott put his hand inside and felt a small long box in there so pulled it out. When he opened it and looked inside he saw a wooden twelve-inch ruler and a big green feather. He took the ruler and gave the feather to Patrick. Pascal explained as best he could that he wanted Scott to spank him with the ruler and Patrick to run the feather up and down his body. Scott looked at Patrick and shrugged his shoulders then gently took a swipe at Pascal's arse with the ruler. The boy did not flinch he just said, "Harder please" So Scott took a step back and hit the boys arse a little harder while Patrick ran the feather down Pascal's left arm from the top to his armpit. Pascal shuddered and half whispered, "Ooh yesssss" As Scott used to ruler to turn Pascal's arse red Patrick tickled different parts of Pascal's body. Pascal was now writhing in his bonds and loving every minute of it. He would occasionally hump his dick into the barrel and the boys could see the muscles in his arms and legs flex as they worked on him. Suddenly Patrick stopped and whispered something to Scott who nodded and agreed. Patrick dropped the ruler to the ground and took hold of Pascal's arse cheeks spreading them. A drop of sweat ran down the twins back and ran over his arse hole and then Patrick ran the end of the feather over it. Pascal let out a long moan and the boys watched as his arse cheeks tightened. He shuddered and slumped in his bonds as cum trickled down the barrel and his legs. By now Marcel was also close, he had picked up speed and was now being furiously wanked off by David. Mike was still getting his dick sucked and Marcel was now taking all of it into his mouth. After another few minutes of this Mike pulled his dick from Marcel's mouth with a plopping sound and arching his back he grabbed his dick and started pulling on it like his life depended on it. Marcel kept his mouth open and soon Mike grunted and his cum landed all over Marcel's face and tongue. This was all Marcel needed to finally finish him off and with a yell he squirted his cum all over David's hand. David waited until the boy had finished and then brought his hand up to his nose and smelled it. With a grin he licked one of his fingers then offered his hand to Mike who licked some of Marcel's cum off David's hand. Finally David brought his hand to Marcel's mouth and he licked David's hand clean. Pascal had recovered and looking over his shoulder asked Scott if he would fuck him. Scott said he would but that they needed something to lubricate Pascal's arse. Pascal just nodded and told him to look in the wine rack next to where he had found the box. Scott walked over to where the twin had said his hard dick leading the way. He felt around and soon found a bottle of baby oil. He walked back over to Pascal and opening the bottle lubricated both his dick and Pascal's arse hole. Very soon both were shining and slippery with the oil and so Scott moved in behind the still bound Pascal. His hard dick slipped in between the boys cheeks and he prodded at his hole. Then it slipped in and both boys let out a moan. David stood behind Scott whole he was fucking Pascal and reaching around his body pulled and played with his nipples. Marcel Mike and Patrick watched as this went on slowly rubbing their own dicks. Scott now had his body pressed against Pascal's as he continued to fuck the French boy in long slow thrusts. David moved over to the other boys and stood next to Patrick, soon both of them were lay on the ground sucking on each other. David's finger found Patrick's arse hole and teased it with his finger which just made him suck on David's dick even harder. The only sound to be heard in the wine cellar was the four boys having sex. Then Scott suddenly pumped into Pascal with four quick thrusts and let out a moan as he came. Both boys were sweating and spent. Marcel moved over to his twin and began to untie him. When he was untied he slumped to the floor by Scott's side. David and Patrick were becoming more frantic in their sucking and David's finger was now sliding in and out of his friends arse with ease. After a couple more minutes of this David slammed his finger into Patrick's arse all the way and both boys shuddered then lay still. When all of the six boys had recovered they started to get dressed but the twins stopped them and said that they didn't need to get dressed. The four friends followed the French brothers upstairs and into their bathroom to shower. The shower was huge so all six boys got in at once and as the water cleaned away the evidence of their love making they gently played with each other and kissed. Much too soon they were all dressed and after one last hug and kiss they parted. Scott, Mike, David and Patrick said their goodbyes to the twins and headed back to the campsite. At a few minutes to ten the four boys were feeling really tired after their full day and so headed back to their tent. As usual they stripped but this time they all slept together naked cuddled in each others arms. Tomorrow morning after packing and having breakfast they would be heading home back to the UK.

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Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 00:39:55 +0000 From: novirk2@hotmail.com Subject: David's Slave (chapter 5) This is a story involving boy/boy graphic sex and not intended for reading by minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now, and go read something else! This is a completely fantasized story meant only for the purpose of pleasurable reading. This is the fifth chapter of David's Slave. It is a story about two boys one twelve and one ten who meet and fall in love. In this chapter David brings a school friend home and Scott spies on them. All comments are welcome as this is my first attempt at a story, so email me at... Novirk2@hotmail.com. David's Slave. CHAPTER 5. Here I was in school once again counting the minutes until I could be alone with David again. I would have never thought that I could have become so involved, so utterly and completely engrossed in another boy, but I was. What had happened between us had raised many questions in my head about who and what I was. I didn't have any answers to any of these questions, well only one. I was in love with a ten-year old boy that was for sure. If that made me gay then I guess I would have to learn to live with it. For now I was content to just enjoy the sex I was getting. It became a regular routine for us to sleep together naked in either his bed or mine, but we very rarely did anything sexual there. We were both far too tired by then. By the time we got into bed we had already had some sort of sex, so we just cuddled up to each other and slept. It was a different story in the morning when got up. We showered together to save time, I told David, but really it was just another chance for me to see and touch him. We were lucky, after all our moms didn't come home from work until we were already at school, otherwise they have thought it strange us sleeping nude together. The bell rang to signify the end of another school day. As we walked through the school gates Mike one of my friends caught up with me. He wanted to know if I wanted to come to the local football field and have a kick about with him and a few of the others? Taking a quick look at my watch and deciding that I still had time I agreed. Walking there with Mike was like old times and we were soon both laughing and talking just like we used to. We were once best friends and it was only now I realized how much I missed him and us being like this. Since I had started spending all my free time with David though we had sort of lost touch. He and I had shared a lot of firsts. When we were very little we first went to school on the same day. Once we had even bathed together, well really Mike's mom had bathed us because we were only three, but still I remembered it. We came to this school from our old one together, went to football practice together and did more interesting things for the first time together. Mike had let me watch as we both sneaked a look at his seventeen-year-old sister while she was taking a shower. He also showed me some of the magazines of people having sex that his sixteen-year-old brother had. One time I would never forget was when we were nearly eleven. We had both stripped naked to measure our dicks in his room. Thinking about this made my dick harden just as it had at the time. In my minds eye I could see how Mike looked at my dick as it started to stiffen and how his also rose until it was as hard as mine. Mine was slightly longer but his seemed thicker. He was the one who insisted that we both strip naked to do the measuring and also that he measure mine and I measure his. So he was the first other boy to touch my dick and it felt great. When it was my turn to measure his it felt so hot and big in my hand. A little moan escaped his lips as I touched it and when I looked at his face he had his eyes shut. The thought popped into my head to get down on my knees and suck it but I didn't. I wondered what his looked like now. I wanted so very much to play with his dick back then and for him to play with mine, but as always I was far too scared to even try. Eight of us played football for a couple of hours and then we all decided to head off home. I arrived back and let myself in. After shouting a quick hello to my mom I headed to my room. I was hot and sweaty and needed to get out of these clothes and take a bath or maybe a shower. I stripped out of my school clothes and left them where they fell. Being naked in my room had a new meaning to me these days. It always made me think of things that we had done to each other. I decided to play with my dick for a little while. Reaching under my pillow I found the pair of David's undies that he had given me and brought them to my nose. Taking a deep sniff of them I lay back on my bed as naked as the day I was born and slowly stroked my four and a quarter inch dick. After a few minutes of this it still wasn't enough. I got up and opened my school bag then my pencil case. I took two pens out and returned to my bed. I put both pens in my mouth and made sure that they were covered in my spit then hunching up my legs I slowly inserted them into my arse. Once again I picked up David's undies and started sniffing them again. David had taught me that it felt much better wanking with the something up my arse. Soon my imagination took over and I let the undies slip from my hand. I felt for the pens and slowly pushed them in and out in time to my other hand that was around my dick. I lifted my legs to give myself better access to the pens and pushed them as far as I could into my throbbing arse only to pull then nearly all the way out again. In my head the pens were David's dick but slowly this image changed and it was Mikes dick inside me while David urged him on to fuck me. By now both hands were moving far more quickly and then I was there. With a shout muffled by my pillow I came. I lay there getting my breath back then pulled the pens quickly out of my arse. As always now it felt empty and throbbed slightly. I returned David's undies to their hiding place and got up and put mine back on leaving the pens where they were lying on my bed. As I came out of my room towards the bathroom my mom came walking out of the kitchen and gave me a hug and asked how I was doing? We chatted for a few minutes about my day and then I told her that I needed to go and get cleaned up. I closed the bathroom door behind me and decided on a bath. I turned the taps on and watched as the bath was filling. I was about to pull down my undies until I noticed the wet stain on the front of them. Instantly I blushed. Had my mom noticed the wet patch, did she know what I had been doing before I came out of my room? Still blushing at this thought I pulled them down and checked the water in the bath. As I always did at times like this I sat down on the toilet for a moment and closely examined around my dick to check for hairs. Looking really closely I could see a few very fine ones but nothing more than that. I couldn't wait for my pubic hair to grow. Some others in my class already had it and I did not want to be the last one getting it so it was important to me. Nervously looking around the bathroom to make sure that I was alone, even though I knew I was I shrugged my shoulders and then tried the other thing I always did. I bent over and tried to suck on my own dick. As ever though I just couldn't reach. Sighing I turned off the hot tap and added some more cold then stepped into it and sat down. I loved taking a bath, the warm water felt so very good against my naked body. Absently I felt for my dick and pulled my foreskin back. The hot water made me gasp as it covered the tip of my exposed dick. It reminded me of the feeling when David sucked it, the warm sensation was wonderful. I lay there just relaxing and enjoying the feeling. After about ten minutes I heard David in his bathroom and it sounded like he wasn't alone. I assumed he was with his mom and was thinking about taking a quick look but I was also enjoying the warm water so remained where I was. That was until I heard the other persons voice say, "Well I will if you will" Making as little noise as possible I got out of the bath and climbed up to look through the vent. That voice was not his moms. What I saw through it nearly made me fall back into the bath. There was David and another slightly taller boy facing each other. David was standing facing towards the vent so all I could see of the other boy was his back. David said he would go first and pulled his t-shirt off then pulled down his shorts and undies in one go and stepped out of them. As it always did, just the sight of his naked body made me dick instantly hard and begin to throb. I started slowly stroking my own dick as I watched. I was feeling a huge mixture of emotions both good and bad. I was jealous that he was doing that with somebody else, angry with the other boy and him but also excited at seeing him fooling around with another boy his own age. He slowly turned full circle to let the boy have a good look at the whole of his body. Then he told the boy it was his turn. The other boy scrambled out of his clothes and I was treated to a view of his very cute and tight little arse. He then slowly turned to allow David to see all of him also. It was only when he turned to face the vent and I saw his face that I realized that it was Patrick, Mikes younger brother. His dick was hard and looked good enough to eat. The other boy reached out and touched David's dick. Wait, David said and reached over and got some hand cream of his moms from the shelf next to the sink. He opened it and told the other boy to use some of this. The boy dipped his fingers into the cream and then placed his hand back around David's dick. Now move your hand up and down on it slowly I heard David say. I know what to do he replied, my brother and me do this all the time. Hearing this made me think. Could he mean Mike or did he mean his sixteen-year old brother? The boy did as he was asked and David's dick responded and was soon hard. So was Patrick's and indeed mine. Then David put some of the hand cream onto his hand and started playing with Patrick's dick. Both boys became lost in the sensations they were giving each other. I don't know how long I was watching but a shout from my mom telling me to get out of the bath brought me back to reality and made both boys jump. David told Patrick not to worry that it was only Scott's mom next door, but as he said this he seemed to look up at the vent and smile. I climbed slowly down and sat back down into the bath. My dick grew soft as the almost cold water covered it. I pulled back the foreskin again and made sure to wash it properly to make sure that when I put on my clean undies in my room that I wouldn't make a stain on them too. Satisfied that it was clean I stepped out of the bath and pulled the plug. As the water emptied out I grabbed a towel and started drying myself off. After that I wrapped it around my waist and left the bathroom. My mom heard me leave and came out of the main room. You were in there so long she said that I was beginning to think that you had been washed down the drain. She laughed as she said this but I just groaned and said, "Oh mom that joke is so old" She ruffled my wet hair and sighing said, "Yes and so am I" I felt guilty. So guilty about the thought that maybe she had seen the wet patch on my undies and if she had seen it, what she would know it meant I had been doing. Guilty about what I had been doing to get that stain and even more guilty about spying on David and Patrick. Most of all though I felt guilty about making my mom feel old. After all she deserved far better. A huge part of me wanted her to find someone, a man to love. I knew that she needed someone to look after her, just like she had for me. Ever since my dad had left us both she had done everything she could to make me as happy as she could and make sure I had everything that she could give me. She had put her happiness on hold to bring me up. I looked up at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek and hugged her while telling her that she wasn't old at all and was still the sexiest mom around here for miles. This made her laugh and she lightly slapped my arse through the towel and told me to go and get dressed. I giggled and went off towards my room feeling a little better. Inside my room I pulled the towel off and put on a clean pair of undies and a t-shirt and shorts. Sitting on my bed I pulled on my white sports socks and then put on my right trainer. Now where was the other one? I looked around my room and couldn't see it so I scrambled around on the floor looking for it. Eventually I spotted it under my bed, how it got there though I had no idea. I had more important things on my mind so I pulled it from under there and put it on. Now I was ready. I opened my bedroom door and headed for the kitchen and some much needed food. In just over an hour and a half I would be back with David and I couldn't wait. After what I had seen I wanted him and his body even more than before.

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Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 21:50:54 +0000 From: novirk2@hotmail.com Subject: David's Slave (Chapter 3) This is a story involving boy/boy graphic sex and not intended for reading by minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now, and go read something else! This is a completely fantasized story meant only for the purpose of pleasurable reading. (Sorry for the delay, but my pc was broken) This is the third chapter of David's Slave. It is a story about two boys one twelve and one 10 who meet and fall in love. In this chapter the boys become even more intimate. All comments are welcome as this is my first attempt at a story, so email me at... Novirk2@hotmail.com. David's Slave. CHAPTER 3. The whole school day was a blur. All I could manage to concentrate on was the vision of David's lips covered in the milk that I gave him this morning as part of his breakfast. I know how seeing him like that had made me feel though, just like everything else he did or said it made me hard. It reminded me of a poster of Frankie Muniz that I had seen recently. In my minds eye though it was not milk on his lips. Twice during school I was shouted at by my teachers and threatened with detention for not paying any attention. To be honest I just didn't care. My whole world now seemed to just revolve around him and the feelings I was having about him. As soon as the final bell rang I rushed through the school gates and headed home. I knew that along the way I had to pass David's school and I hoped if I was quick enough that I could walk home with him. Out of breath I arrived at David's school gates. There he was in the playground talking to some other boys who looked to be around the same age as him. Seeing him with those boys made me feel angry and jealous and well stupid too. Damn what was happening to me? I had only known David for two weeks and here I was so emotionally involved with him. One of the boys noticed me and pointed in my direction He said something to David and he turned and looked at me. I smiled and waved but he ignored me completely and turned back to his new friends. I stood there shocked and wondering what was going on and then he looked back at me for a second. As he turned back to his friends he said something that made them all laugh. At that moment it felt like he had reached inside my ribcage and ripped out my heart. He had to have been talking to them about me, maybe even about us. I ran home with the tears stinging my eyes. I reached home in record time and went straight into my room ignoring my moms welcome home and after slamming the door behind me I flung myself onto my bed. I reached for the undies that he had given me and inhaled his smell, softly crying into them. A short time later the door opened and my mom came in. I only just had time to stuff David's undies back under my pillow before she saw. She sat on the side of my bed and while gently stroking my hair she asked if I was okay? Moms have this way of asking the most stupid questions sometimes, well at least my mom did but right now I loved her for it. I didn't know what to do. How could I tell her about my love for David and what had happened between us? I just couldn't. I just mumbled something about having a bad day at school and she softly sighed. She stood up and told me that she loved me and left. Since my dad had left us I had always told my mom everything, but this time I couldn't. She just wouldn't understand, I mean how could she? Even I didn't understand what was happening to me. Not being able to talk to her about how I was feeling just made me feel worse. Mom came back in later and shook me gently awake to tell me it was nearly 6pm and that David's mom wondered if I could look after him at their place tonight. I just nodded my head in agreement. The time for me to continue my baby-sitting had come around far too quickly. I was not sure how I could even ever face him after what had happened today, but I didn't have any choice. Today just seemed to get worse and worse as it went on. It was the first time that I had been in their flat. Even though the layout was exactly the same as ours the furniture made it seem so different. I sat in the main room and stared at some stupid television program not really taking it in. David was playing at my feet with some toy cars, planes and some action figures. Some other things were scattered around on the floor around him. We had hardly spoken since both of our moms had left and I had spent most of the evening feeling like breaking into tears. What had happened at his school gates kept replaying itself in my mind. David was ramming his toy cars into some plastic animals; a dog, some birds and what looked like a cow. He then drove a red toy car right at his superman figure and picked up his toy plane with the other hand. Superman was under attack and had to save the planet, or at least the farm animals so it seemed. I wasn't taking any notice until he rammed the car into my foot. Without thinking I yelled at him to stop it. He shouted back at me to make him. That was all it took I was up and wrestling with him on the floor. Soon I was on top of him and we were both breathing heavily. He had stopped struggling and just lay there on his back in just his shorts. Before I knew I was even saying it I blurted out, "Why did you ignore me today at your school?" He looked up at me then said it was because his mom had sent me to pick him up like some stupid baby. I shook my head and told him that I had not even seen his mom today. I just missed him and wanted to walk home with him. He seemed to think this over then he smiled and I could feel him relax under me. We stayed like that for a few minutes then he gave me a funny look and said, "Let me up and I will let you see me naked" As soon as he said that I felt my dick start to stir in my pants. I rolled off him and lay on the carpet by his side. He stroked the side of my face gently and told me to take off my t-shirt. I leaned up and he helped me pull it off then I lay back down. He stood up and went over to my feet then reached for the button on his shorts then stopped shaking his head. He sucked in his stomach and placed his hand down the front of them. I could see his hand moving around inside his shorts and it was driving me crazy. When I eventually looked back up at his face he had that great big grin on his face that always melted my heart. He pulled his hand out and brought it up to his nose and smelled his fingers. Using the same hand he pointed at me then curled his finger towards himself. He only said three words, "On your knees" I sat back up and got onto my knees in front of him. He rubbed two of the fingers that he had just had down his shorts across my lips and told me to suck them. It was almost as if I didn't have a mind of my own. My mouth just opened and I found myself sucking on his fingers and finding it the most erotic thing that I had ever done. He pulled them out of my mouth and they left making a slurping sound. Then he undid the button on his shorts and told me to use my mouth to unzip them. This meant that I had my face pressed into the front of his shorts and I could feel his hard dick with my mouth. I couldn't resist the urge and I briefly sucked him through them. Slowly I got the zip between my teeth and pulled it down. He took a step back and sucked his stomach in again and I watched as they slid down to his ankles revealing that he wasn't wearing underwear. When they were all the way down he stepped out of them and told me to get undressed. As I stood up to take the rest of my clothes off he walked naked out of the room and into his room, telling me to stay there. Soon he walked back in still naked and told me to sit on the low table that was in the middle of the room with my legs hanging over the edge. I was puzzled why he wanted me to do that but I did. Then from behind his back he brought out four pairs of plastic toy handcuffs. He dropped two of the four pairs onto the carpet and attached one of each of the remaining two around each of my ankles and the other end to the table legs. After getting me to lean back he did the same with the other handcuffs to my wrists. Now I was lay on my back, naked and secured to the table. He wasn't finished yet though; again he disappeared into his room and came back with some tape. He used the tape to bind me to the legs of the table more securely. Just as I was about to ask him what he was doing he placed a finger to my lips and said, "Ssshhh" He went down to the end of the table where my legs were and lay on top of my body rubbing himself against me. His body was red hot against mine and my dick started to harden both of us said nothing and soon our breathing became heavy. After a couple of minutes of this he got up and said that we were going to play a game. He went over to the pile of clothes and picked up my shirt. Placing it over my eyes he said that I had to guess what three items he let me feel but I couldn't look. If I won he would suck my dick but if I lost I had to suck his. He asked me if I agreed and I said yes. After all it meant that I couldn't lose, having him suck me would be great but I would settle on sucking him any day. I heard him pick up his toys and move them down to where my legs were. My arse was hanging over the edge of the table and I felt him press something against it. Okay he said what is it? I couldn't really tell but then I felt him pull my cheeks apart and he pressed it against my hole. I felt the tip of it slowly slide inside and I groaned. I had no idea what it was but I took a wild guess saying a bird. Your right he said, now number two. I felt him remove the bird and then felt the second item. Again he pressed it against my hole and I felt it enter. I was starting to enjoy the feeling as he slid it slowly in and out. Okay what is it he asked? This time I guessed wrongly. No it was a plane he said. Okay that is one you got right and one wrong so this is the decider he said. He withdrew the plane and then I felt something larger press against my hole. As this slid into me I winced, it was larger than the others and it hurt at first. Any ideas he asked, but I didn't. In the end I chose wrongly again. He laughed and then trying his best to sound like an American newcaster he said, "Is it a bird, is it a plane, no it's Superman" This made me giggle then I felt him pull superman out of my arse. He climbed onto the table removed the shirt from over my eyes and leaning forward told me to pay up because I had lost. His dick was just in front of my face and I opened my mouth and licked the end of it with my tongue. He sighed as I touched it and moved forward a little more. Closing my mouth around it I sucked it like my life depended on it. My own dick was as hard as a rock and aching slightly. Soon David's dick was hard and wet. He moved away back down to my legs giving my dick a quick lick as he passed. Then he was between my legs and I felt his tongue licking at my hole. This almost sent me over the edge and I felt my dick become even harder. As I was lost in the feelings he was giving me he stopped licking my arse and I felt him press something else against my hole then it slipped in. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was David's dick. He was fucking me and that thought made me hard all over again. Soon both of us were panting and I could feel his dick slide in and out of me. Then he picked up the pace and soon after I felt it pulse inside of me as he let out a deep groan. He collapsed on top of me and I came on my belly. David stood up and rubbed his hands through my spunk then licked one of his fingers. He rubbed the same finger he had just sucked back in the spunk and slipped it between my lips. Once I had sucked it clean he rubbed the rest into my stomach then lay with his back against the table and my chest. Without saying anything he picked up all his toys and went back into his bedroom. He reappeared a couple of minutes later dressed and sat down watching television. I tried to pull myself free but I couldn't. I was too securely tied to the table Hey David come on set me free I said after finding that I could not break free on my own. "I might if you promise me something", he said. Anything was all I replied. Okay then he said but you have to stay naked for another hour if I do. By now I didn't care so I agreed again and he set me free. At first it felt a little bit funny being naked around him when he was dressed but when I thought back to what we had already done it somehow didn't seem to matter any more. I was in love and that was all that seemed important. At eleven pm we slept in his bed with him curled up against me, both of us naked as the day we were born. My dreams were full of us, the things we had already done and other things that I so wanted to experience with him. I woke up in the morning with a smile on my face and my usual morning hard on.

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Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2024 07:39:07 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Dave's boi julian chapter 10 10. Aftermath I was obviously in a terrible state when I got Julian's message. Sure enough, I tried to send a brief reply and wish him well but it bounced back: "That address doesn't exist." I didn't bother trying to call but instead deleted his name and information. I, too, needed to take a break from it all. Fortunately, the Firm didn't contact me until several months later. There was nothing else for me to do, so I, too, turned my back on it all and considered the entire matter as just a kinky interlude that ended abruptly, as so many kinky affairs tend to do. Of course I grieved. At least I could take solace in what was happening in my relationships with my other two bois. I was able to share my pain with Murph, of course, but kept it "off limits" with Donovan. I'll make no mention of all this in their stories when I get to share them with you. When at last, the Firm did contact me, they offered me a position at almost double the salary I was making at the time. I'm still considering and they've been patient. Nonetheless, they notified me a month later that Julian had resurfaced�or probably, they had made Julian resurface. They wanted my help to "re-educate" him and informed me that he'd been given permission to contact me. This concerned me somewhat. What's this business about getting permission to write an old friend? What is this "re-education" all about? How could I manage to rescue him if necessary? Two days later I got a long email from Julian: Dear Dave, Sir. I tried being away. I got a new job and place to live in a part of my new city that was made up almost exclusively made up of corporate office buildings and places to eat and carts to snack at. At first, it was interesting to hear about all the things we were involved with. I also had to memorize a list of talking points I should be using when entertaining a client or prospective donor. Two such excursions a week was the maximum, they told me. I'd have to wear a bug so they can hear the entire conversation and make recommendations for further progress. I really think these were all bogus dinner-dates. I can't imagine they'd take any risks with serious prospective clients or donors. It was really strange, Dave, because when the met with me to make corrections and give further advice, I was left feeling like something was missing. All of a sudden I realized that since I was being corrected, my entire system began bracing itself for the punishment that was due me. I couldn't shake it. The job was okay, but its focus was mainly on increasing its influence in the industries they were involved with and increasing corporate wealth. I wasn't paid nearly as much as The Firm, but living expenses are a lot cheaper here so it balances out. I don't need a car. Everything is within a 15 minute walk in any direction. I soon had a favorite restaurant because it reminded me of the place you and I went to often. Most clients were happy with my choice, although a couple had dietary or ethnic concerns that I obviously was happy to accommodate. In each case, they had carefully researched the area before coming here. It they were going to have to attend meetings at corporate, they wanted to make sure they could eat in the types of places they enjoyed.. I guess I'm rambling, Sir, because I miss the hell out of you and I miss everything you taught me, even the punishments. I miss having someone like you in my life and for the first time I'm able to admit that to myself. I even miss Todd and Zach, but not the way I miss you. Sure, I miss being a sub. Not only that, Dave, but I really miss being trained and disciplined by men who were seriously interested in me, even if it meant becoming a slave. I miss working for a corporation�or enterprise, I'm not sure what to call it�that is so involved with organizations that help people who need help and are often without hopes. I actually felt I was helping save lives. Not only that, but the clients and associates were a hell of lot nicer than what I have to deal with here, even those who saw it as a matter of principle to keep me humbled and humiliated as a general rule. Okay, enough about that. Finally it all got to be too much for me. I felt so empty, so useless, so not cared for. I realized that I could not live as an openly free ordinary man, even a gay man. I wasn't meant for this way of life when I was put together. I was meant to be subservient and under someone's control and discipline. I guess we only fully appreciate something when we lose it or push it away. That's where I'm at now. Finally I gave up. I contacted Todd and he contacted The Firm. A couple days later, he flew out. On Friday night he beat the daylights out of me; he made sure I would be able to go to work on Monday, that I wouldn't be too sore to function. On Saturday and Sundy we had a Zoom meeting with the entire committee that had been overseeing my training. They said they would take me back under a stringent regime which they specified in detail. I couldn't believe what they were going to do to me, how I was going to have to live for several months, but they wouldn't specify how long. To tell you the truth, Dave, I was really excited about what they were proposing. It was like a dream come true for someone like me. They told me it was time for me to experience what life would be like as a slave, but without any other distractions other than the remote work I would be assigned. I got up and walked away from my screen. They disconnected and that was it. Todd caught an earlier flight home, on Sunday afternoon. Before he left, he gave me the address to contact when, as he put it, "you realize you're ready and you admit that you deserve the way they're going to `re-educate' you." And that was that. So anyway, here I am, Sir. I'm their prisoner and I have to admit that it's amazing. They've "housed" me in a room no bigger than a jail cell. It has a small toilet-shower cabinet off to the side. There's a bed and a desk with a laptop and, like they told me, I would be working remotely. There's a little table off to the side with a few items on it: a heavy wooden spoon, a cane (!!!), a blindfold and a plastic bowl looking like a cheap soup bowl. There is nothing else in the room. I', to be locked in here for as long as they think I need to be. I do have Internet though (I checked right away). I'm told I will have to earn my meals by working five hours�the program keeps track. I can goof off all I want if I'm not hungry but I was careful not to be too stupid about it. The food situation�or rather, "feeding," because that's what it is, is the hardest part of all for me. Actually, it's hellacious. When I've earned a meal a slot opens in the door and I hand over my bowl. They fill it with something warm, sometimes a kind of gruel, sometimes heavy soups, sometimes with some meat or fish. Sometimes it's absolutely delicious, other times it's just what I call slop. They don't give me any utensils so I have to eat with my hands or just shove my face in the bowl like a dog. Todd told me that I'll probably be eating like most of all the time now. They made sure I must constantly realize how much I deserve to be punished for running away the way I did. They show me faces and film clips that they started taking the day I left. These clips are on what was happening to the people I would have helped rescue if I'd been there doing my job. It took a lot of time to fill my position and that's why the help got delayed. They kept tell me it was all my fault, and I realize how true it was. Maybe this was all nothing but a ruse. Nonetheless, it was effective. I truly feel guilty for the cowardly way I had acted. Either Todd or Zach or one other guy whose name I wasn't told stop in every couple days. They're assigned in rotation. Todd taught me how to position myself for their visits. Legs up over my head and spread, slid down on the bed so my "hole" is open and exposed, ready to be fucked. Blindfolded sometimes, except for when it's Todd or Zach. They beat my ass and upper thighs with either the spoon or the cane, just enough to hurt enough to get me crying. Then they fuck me. They like to fuck me when I'm crying. Todd told me "It feels like we're fucking the tears of you, faggot." Oh yeah, I'm ordered to clean myself out before they visit so I always know when someone's coming. I have to stay in position that way, with their cum dripping from my asshole, until a signal lets me put my legs down. Sometimes they talk to me but I'm not allowed to say anything. Others come by, but only for blowjobs. They're allowed to slap my face, as much as they want, but that's all. Usually I have to be blindfolded so I have no idea who these men are or what they look like. All I know is their cocks. Todd tells me that it's a good way to train me�the only things that should have my attention are the cocks I serve. When do I sleep? When the lights go off. Total darkness. Dead laptop. I don't seem to have any trouble sleeping. they probably put something in what they give me to eat. That's fine. The sleep is good. And I get a cup of coffee when the lights go back on. The smell of the coffee wakes me up. The coffee isn't bad; I've gotten used to drinking it black. There's nothing much else to say right now. All this is certainly affecting the way I think. They tell me that there are going to be times when I'll wish I could be back there again. Life for me is work, food, sleep, thrashings, getting fucked and servicing cocks while blindfolded. I guess that's what they're trying to write into my core: cocks and punishments are all that matters. They want me to let you know that they will be contacting you soon with another offer that won't require you joining the Firm. Please, Sir, please take it. It will mean that I will be back in your life, this time as your slave, they've told me. Please, Dave." Julian D" Dom Dave continues . . . My goodness, these people don't fucking fool around. Their control over the boy goes far beyond simple punishment or even imprisonment. They're managed to get the boy convinced that he deserves to be punished by living as a confined victim with nothing pleasant in its existence and nothing distracting it from being a slave. I can't say for sure if Julian had been free to actually tell me what's really going on, or whether everything in that email was said for their benefit to prove to them that he's surrendered even the right to think for himself. In my opinion, this is psychological torture. Does he truly believe he deserves all this? I have no idea. He didn't say so in the email but I subsequently learned that there was only silence in his "room" during sleep periods and even those were rationed and controlled. A lot of the time it was simply brainwaves that supposedly affect his mind in positive ways. Some time they play music they know he enjoys. Maybe that's a reward for good work or something. All my attention was focused on the end of Julian's email, the "please" and the possibility that he "will be back in your life as your slave." I vow to myself that I will do whatever it takes to make that a reality for him. Then maybe I can find out the truth; then maybe I can help him recover if that's what's needed. If necessary, I will set up a "new reality" for him, much the way they do when someone who testifies against a criminal has to go into hiding. Whatever. It was two long weeks before they got back to me requesting an on-line conference. Needless to say, I agreed, keeping Julian's plea in my mind. The terms were better than anything I would have expected from them at this point. As usual, they summarized our agreement for me in a numbered list, much like one I'd received last year from them. "1. You do not need to have any further association whatsoever with The Firm for as long as you desire it. 2. The Firm will always be open to changes in your status when and if you so desire it. 3. Julian will continue as an associate on the level he was originally hired. 4. As per a new policy, Julian will always work barefoot as a sign the he is subservient to the Firm in ways ordinary associates are not. At the moment there are 19 barefoot associates working at The Firm. Julian will be the 20th and the only one on his Team. 5. You will be known as Julian's Master. Julian will be officially be your slave in all our personel records. 6. Julian will be with you only at times you specify. 7. It is agreed that because of your other obligations and commitments, Julian will never be required to live with you permanently unless you decide that is what you desire. 8. You have complete charge of Julian's life when he is not at work. You determine any restrictions, requirements, anything that needs permission, his meals and recreational activity, the extent and description of his sexual service to those you designate. You determine when the slave deserves to be punished, who will administer it, and how severe it will be. 9. When not with you he will continue to live with Todd and Zach but they will now both use him as a common whore. 10. If you deem it necessary, you can commit Julian to one of our "farms" where he will live as a ranch hand under discipline. Terms there are from 3 days to 2 full weeks as you determine. You are hereby invited to visit a farm to observe what happens there. 11. We ask that you consult with us if at any time you wish to cease being Julian's Master or wish to sell him or even give him to a new Master. 12. You are free to suggest additions or changes to this agreement. And so, that's that. Of course I've accepted it. All of it. SO THAT'S THE END of this Chapter. Please write and tell me what you think. subkodak25@gmail.com I'm also on Telegram as sub_kodak. Say Hi! And listen, since you probably spend a lot of time on Nifty, why not help with expenses by making a donation, no matter how small. https://donate.nifty.org

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Date: Mon, 9 Dec 2002 19:26:10 -0700 From: Richard Barber Subject: Condo Living, Discovering a Hole New World Story by RC Barber Copyright 12/2002 EyeMrich1@juno.com This is an adult man to man sexual related story. If you are offended by man sex or Domination then leave now otherwise enjoy the fantasies and love relations between men. Share with August, a young man living in a Condominium in San Francisco with 3 other men, as he discovers a secret opening to a New World of man-to-man sexual experience and voyeurism while living next door to four handsome masculine city firemen Part 1 DISCOVERING A `HOLE' NEW WORLD. I lived in the San Francisco area right after I have moved from Scottsdale, Arizona. I worked locally for a large nationwide Railroad company and had a good steady job. I had found a nice apartment in the Marina Area of San Francisco where I was to share a nice large condo with 3 other men. Each of us had our own bedroom and small bath. The condo had a nice size back yard that had been converted into a pleasant garden, patio, and a small pool. Next to the fence was a medium size storage shed connected to the next-door condo shed. The men living in the condo were all very hot macho dudes and worked different hours through out the day and night. This gave me time to spend by myself either reading or relaxing in the back yard area. Victor was a handsome local Italian decent police officer working for the city; He seemed quiet until you got to know him and when he did open up. He would joke and tell a few stories about the people he work with or his family presently living in New York. He was fun to be around and I especially liked his Brooklyn, New York accent. Bruce was the bodybuilder that worked at a Gym in the daytime and a bouncer at a disco dance club at night. We nick named him "Big Bad Bruce" but he was really a gentleman once you got to know him. Then there was Todd the male model and actor. He was a narcissus good looking young man that would spend hours in front of a mirror looking and talking to himself. He was an excellent and well sought after model and had been on the cover of several magazines including Playgirl. He had a great personality but had a dumb blond attitude. I always thought that was part of his act. I am August named after the month I was born. I consider myself a masculine well build 6 foot 2 inches tall man with blond hair and blue eyes. I am not ashamed of my body and could fit right in with these dudes. I didn't have the muscles of Bruce the pretty face of Todd or the humor of Victor but I held my own. I have a good college education and started working for the Railroad where I was place in management position. I liked the good pay and the idea of working at a variety of jobs at various locations. The first week at my new home, I was just relaxing and enjoyed the back patio and garden area. I like to read and sunbathe in my alone time so it was perfect for me. The patio was large enough for the men to use as a `workout' area. Nearby was a small storage building were the gym equipment was stored during bad weather or when we needed the space for small gatherings. A small pool had been build next to the patio and garden but not large enough for swimming. I was exploring the storage building one day and realize it could use some organizing and paint. I decided that during my spare hours alone or my days off, I would tackle this as my personal project. After discussing it with my roommates, they gave me full approval and chipped in to buy the paint and supplies I needed. They would occasionally drop in with new supplies or come by to chat. It started out as a small project but it seems to evolve into a much larger one as time went on. We took up all the old tile flooring and replaced it with indoor-outdoor carpeting. The lighting was replaced with `in the ceiling fixtures' and spots. One wall we covered with mirrors and added more storage space and shelves for our personal equipment. One unused area was expanded for a more secure location for our bicycles. We discovered an unused window air conditioner and installed it and opened one wall with French doors to the garden area. Everything was shaping up very well and everyone enjoyed helping out. It was an excellent way for us to get to know each other. I was working alone one day on an enclosed closet area. It was a somewhat darker space but I could see some small beams of light coming into the closet from the other side. I heard voices so I peeked through the holes and saw 2 men on the other side of the wall. Our part of the shed was one half of a larger building. The property line when down the center of the larger building dividing it into 2 buildings. I had been told that 4 single men, working for the city fire department, occupied the condo next to ours. I was curious who was on the other side so I continued to peek thru the small hole. I had a good view of two men working out with weights. I realized I was looking thru their closet to the other side. They either had no door on the closet or it was presently open. Whatever the situation I was enjoying my present view. I was not going to tell any of the dudes in my condo for fear it might spoil my voyeurism. I was curious so I sat on the floor of the closet to take a good look. I was getting aroused watching these two hot men working out. I could see right up the one man's workout pants and see his testicles. The other fireman had on tight cut off jeans and was showing a huge budge and nice firm ass. I wasn't sure whether he was excited while helping his friend or he actually had a large penis. I pulled out my cock and started to jack off while watching these two hot sweaty men work out. I had my eye pressed against the small hole when a larger section about the size a shingle, fell from their side of the wall. I was startled and set back quickly so they could not see me. One of the men hearing the noise looked over immediately then headed my way. I grabbed my tools nearby as to give them the impression I was working. "Hello?" He said as he bent over to peak into the hole. I didn't know if I should speak but I did anyway. "Hey there. Seems like we have joining room." I said as I set up to a kneeling position. "We have been doing some repairs here but seems like the wall is rather thin in this spot. I was painting and the shingle must have fallen off. Sorry about that. I will fix it right away." I said nervously as I gathered up some tools from the toolbox. The fireman set down at the other side of the closet by the hole slightly peeking thru then he said. "Oh that's O.K. That hole has been there ever since those gay dudes lived there. This was our `relief station', as we use to call it. Now that they have moved away it hasn't been used since." He said very nonchalant. It was still dark on my side of the closet and he could not see my face as I could see his. He had a nice strong face with a slight cliff in his chin. His face glistened with sweat and around his head he wore a sweatband, keeping his dark blond hair from his face. I had seen his body earlier in his tight Jean cutoffs and he looked great. His buddy walked over to see whom he was talking to at the hole. "Hey Brad, who the fuck you talking to? Did the cocksuckers move back or just come to give us a visit? I sure miss those hot cocksucking mouths." He said as he grabbed his cock thru his shorts. "If it is my buddies, I sure need some attention." He walked over next to Brad who was still kneeling on the floor by the hole. Brad didn't say anything but stood up as Carl pulled his cock from under his shorts and moved towards the hole. I was rather taken back by the whole incident and at the casual way they talked about getting a blowjob from the gay cocksuckers that had once lived here. Before I knew it Carl had placed his semi-hard cock into the large hole. I hesitated but figured I might as well take advantage of his situation, after all I loved to suck a good man's cock, so here was a sudden and unexpected pleasure. I was all ready on my knees so all I had to do was to lean forward and touch his cock with my tongue. He moved in further and I could hear him say to Brad. "Yeah, we are back in business. Our `relief station' is open. Wait for me to get my nuts off then you can move in." Carl said to Brad. " Man am I horny. Wow! That feels great. Oh yeah, cocksucker. Work it. Work it. My `ole lady' left me a couple months ago and I haven't had any pussy since. I need my fireman hose drained. At he rate this cocksuckers working it's not going to take me long to pop my nuts." Carl continued to tell Brad as he shoved his dick into the hole. "Oh yes, baby. Make it feel good. That's it. Suck it, suck it. I continued to service Carl's big hot cut cock as he moaned as sighed and still talking dirty to me. The hole was large enough that I could have full access to his balls as well as his cock. He moved back from the hole to pull down his shorts then returned his cock for me to suck again. He was still sweaty and musky from his workout but the manly scent was a real turn on. He was really hot to cum. I was going to try to hold him off to give both of us more pleasure. I sucked on his cock for a few more minutes as he started to pump my mouth and shot his load or popped his nuts, as he would say. His sweet bitter cock juices flowed into my mouth as he moaned and groaned on the other side of he wall. He came in several gushes as he shook with organic spasms. He must have been right about no sex for months because he came so much I couldn't swallow it fast enough. It ran out of my mouth and down my chin. I finished draining his cock and licked off the remaining juices from my hand as he was still jerking and moaning. He sure loved to cum. He slowly pulled his cock out of the hole and said to me. "Man, am I glad you are here. I needed that, but I need it every day. I come here to work out all the time, so keep watch. Thanks buddy. Later". Then he pulled up his shorts opened the closed door and motioned for Brad to take his place at the hole. I was hoping Brad would come back to the hole for a blowjob. I wanted to see how big that bulge in his shorts really was. He came into the closet and shut the door. He undid his buttons very slowly and let his cutoffs drop to the floor. His cock was already half hard and almost popped out of his cutoffs. I placed it in my hands before it got completely hard. He was uncircumcised and the foreskin was hanging down over his cock head. I pulled him closer and placed my tongue under his foreskin searching and tasting the pre-cum juices along with a salty taste of sweat and a hint of piss. He tasted as good as Carl. He knew he had a good appreciative cocksucker now servicing his cock. He relaxed and enjoyed my cock sucking mouth as he gave me his manhood. His cock quickly got hard as I beginning to work it up and down and in and out, sucking and licking every inch of his 8-inch cock. I held his balls in one hand and buried my nose next to his warm hairy balls. One finger was inching towards his warm hairy ass hole. I withdrew my finger and tasted his body sweat. He was sensitive near his ass hole and I did not want to arouse him too quickly and make him cum. I once again concentrated on his cock and balls. His cock head had emerged from the lacy pink fore skin. The head of his cock was very sensitive so I gently licked his balls once more. He slowly pulled away from the wall and turned around placing his tight buttocks over the hole. He bends over. Spread his buttocks placing his brown ass hole directly over the hole into my face waiting for me to eat his ass. I was glad to accommodate him as I leaned my face into his ass. I placed my nose into his ass crack and severed his sweaty ass. My tongue was searching for his sweet puckering ass hole as I continued to lick his butt crack. Soon I started my tongue action into his sweaty hole. He backed into the hole as far as he could enjoy my tongue fucking his delicious ass. He continued to jack off as I licked his tasty ass hole. His ass began to tighten. He quickly moved his cock back to the hole as he shot his hot cum on my face. I grabbed it quickly to sever his warm sperm as he gasps and leaned into my face again giving me the remainder of his load. I sucked his cock dry to the last drop. This fireman was hot too. Perhaps this one might be in for a good fucking sometime in the near future. I finished sucking and licking all the cum from his nice cock then as I blow-dried him while he pulled away. He stood there for a minute to catch his breath. He leaned down to the hole and said to me. "I must say I am glad you are here too. I was going to apologize for Carl's blunt approach but if he hadn't spoken out as he did, perhaps this would have never taken place. " Brad said as he sat on the floor by the hole. " I guess you know there are four of us here. I can see you like to give' head' so I can guarantee you will have enough dicks to last you through the weeks to come. I hope we can make this a regular session. The other 2 firemen are sleeping right now but they will be working out soon. We will keep this closet open and you can watch whenever you wish. If you want one of us just dangle your finger from the hole and someone will fill your mouth with dick and cum." Brad paused again then said. "Man, I am glad you are here. This is such a relief for us. We have such terrible hours and get so tense. Getting a good blowjob relieves so much tensions you wouldn't believe. I will be looking forward to our next meeting." Then Brad got up and left the closet with the door open. He went over to the open toilet, still within my view and took short piss. I watched Brad aim his still semi-hard cock to the bowl as he pissed a golden stream out of his cock. The foreskin was starting to cover his cock head again when he finished. He milked it down and squeezed out the last drop of piss. He was a hot looking man. I will look forward to servicing him again as well as Carl. I guess I should spoken more to Brad but it was all so sudden and unexpected that it almost left me speechless. I wanted to remain anonymous because it was more exciting this way. I wasn't even sure if my roommates liked man-to-man sex or not and didn't know how they would respond. I was hoping I would soon find out more about them because they were all such hot hunks in their own way. I heard the 2 firemen leave the gym shed and were laughing as they went back into their own condo. I place a temporary board over my side of the hole, as I didn't what it to be obvious to my roommates of my activity. I had time to work on it because it would be sometime before any of the 3 would be home. I was still setting on the floor of my closet trying to smooth down the hole when I heard the door open from the firemen's side of the shed. I had not completed my replacement covering so the hole was still wide open. I set quietly for a brief time when I head someone pissing into the nearby stool. I slowly peaked into the hole and saw another hot looking man standing in front of the stool pissing. He had lowered his workout shorts down over his firm buttock and was exposing his hard muscular ass. His ass was rather white due to lack of tanning but he had the firmest looking butt cheeks. As he drained his cock from piss, he flexed both buttocks with each push. I was not sure that he knew of the hole yet as he finished his ritual of pissing. He walked over to the barbell bench and set down and took a few deep breaths. He stood quickly and pulled off his shorts and dropped them to the floor exposing his soft hanging cock and balls. He adjusted his balls then lay back on the bench to do his exercise. I had such a great view of his full body and his big softballs now hanging down between his legs. He continued one exercise and went into another moving from one angel to another. He would pause briefly between each exercise. I was getting aroused again as he was working out. I once again took out my cock from my shorts and started to jack off as I watched this hunk do his thing. At one time I thought I saw him glance towards the closet. He pulled on his cock and adjusts his big balls once again. Much to my surprise and delight he started to manipulate his soft cock until it was starting to grow. His legs still spread over the end of the bench gave he a perfect view of his actions. His hot young body glistened with sweat from his previous workout and his stomach abyss rippled like a washboard. He started to adjust his balls and place his one hand around his cock as he started to slowly jack himself off. He pulled gently his balls while one finger slipped into his ass hole area. His body tightened up with the pleasure of his masturbation. His body muscles tighten as he masturbated his cock. . With his eyes closed he turned his head from one position to another minding a sexual fantasy as he moved faster and faster on his cock. He would rub his sweaty body as he caressed his nipples then back again to his balls. I was getting so hot watching this young fireman and tried to share his thoughts as he pleasured himself. I too was jacking off but wanted to wait for his orgasm. Suddenly he moved faster and faster while breathing heavier before he sighed and moaned out with a pleasure of ecstasy as he started to shoot his cum up and over his body. It shot in several long gushes as one hit his face near his mouth. His tongue quickly licked at his own sperm as the rest of his cum was shooting all over him. Some was running down his chest gathering into his naval area. He shook in spasms as he came but finally paused and rested his body on the bench. He took one hand and started to rub his body with his cum and occasionally bring it up to his mouth to taste. It was such a hot scene to watch. I was about to cum when he set up on the bench, looked down at his semi-soft cock and rubbed his remaining cum on his cock. He stood and walked over to the closet, carefully placing his semi-hard cock into the hole for me. I quickly caressed his cum soaked cock between my lips. He had mingled his body sweat with his cum. I was licking and cleaning the semi-hard cock in my warm mouth. He was pleased with my motions as I quickly and gently place my mouth over his sweet tasting cock severing the taste of his salty but pleasant cum. I could taste the salt from his body sweat now mingled with his spent cum. He sighed as he enjoyed the feeling of my mouth sucking on his sensitive cock. It was starting to get hard once again as I cleaned his cock and wet balls. He pushed his body closer into the hole and relaxed. It kept getting harder. I knew he needed to be drained once more. I was happy that he had given me such a hot show but was even more pleased I could get it hard again. Then he started to fuck my face. His body stiffened as he moaned loudly and shot another big load into my willing cock sucking mouth. "Oh my geezers" he called out as he shot another stream of cum. "Oh stop, please stop." He pleaded as his sensitive cock shot out his continues sperm. "Oh. Man that felt so fantastic. I never. . . had that happen so quickly before. You are great, you are great." He kept repeating as I gently but steadily sucked the last sweet drops of this hot young fireman. He stood there against the hole still shaking and trembling as I finished him off and licked the remaining sweat from his balls. He slowly pulled his cock away from his new cock slave and stood quietly a few feet from the hole. He walked away from the closet to the workbench where he first began. He picked up his worn jockstrap and wiped his armpits, cock, balls and the crack of his buttocks. He came back to the closet hole and pushed the jock strap into the hole as an offering for my services. "Here, cock sucker, you deserve a little prize for your job well done." Then he walked away once again and headed to the shower area and turned on the water. I was pleasantly pleased with the offering of his manly scented jock strap. I placed it to my nose and sniffed. I could smell the musk of his body, a hint of his piss, sweat from his ass and perhaps his dried cum. I continued to jack off my cock as I sniffed his jock strap and watched his perfectly fantastic body under the warm trickling of the shower. I noticed that on the back of the elastic band was an impression of a name in ink. It said "Robin". What a good name for such a hot man. As I continued to jack off and watch Robin in the shower, I heard another mans deep voice speaking to Robin. In to my view came a medium height man about 30. He had short cut hair and hard rippling muscles. A small tattoo was wrapped around one biceps of his right arm. It looked like a chain link of a fence. He strutted across the room watching Robin in the open shower, looking him up and down as if to admire his sleek tall body. He rested his eyes on Robin's lower parts, as Robin turned to talk to this man. End of Part 1, Discovering a Hole New World

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Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2024 21:03:11 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Dave's boi julian chapter 8 8. Houseboy I must say that every time I have anything to do with the Firm I come away impressed with how solicitous it is for the continued development and training of bois who have the potential to become slaves. When I met Julian in Atlanta and he begged me to take his virginity, I didn't know any of this. I just wasn't looking for that when I decided to make sweet "vanilla" love to the boy those two nights in Atlanta; I must say that I enjoyed watching Julian's face when I stroked his dick to the point of orgasm each time. Little did I know back then that a few months in the future the Firm would turn the boy over to me for chastity training. Then I'd be stroking his dick to the point of orgasm and then let go, leaving him so frustrated that he would cry and moan. I gently let him come to realize that for bois like him, orgasms were not going to happen very often. I can't help realizing that as severe as these restrictions may be, they in no way demand total chastity such as required by some religious sects. Yes, indeed, the boi is getting off easily. Another thing has intrigued me since I've been dealing more closely with the Firm. When I first met Julian and spent time with him, I saw him as a delightful and beautiful young man towards whom I enjoyed showing affection. As time has gone on, however, I realize that he's nothing more than a sub who's destiny it to be broken in as a total BDSM slave. Instead of wanting to show the slave affection, my attention is now directed to showing the slave the discipline it needs and deserves. Surely there will be a lot of affection for him after all the weeping or sobbing. The best way of being truly affectionate to a boi like him is to make sure he is duly punished when needed, and to save the affection for the aftercare. Good aftercare conditions a boi to accept discipline more readily. And this is only the beginning. Julian calls me the next night asking for permission to stroke off. It's too early so I have to take responsibility and punish him. I get inspired, remembering the night I edged him in the limo but then wimped out and let him cum before I left him there. I realize that if I hadn't let him cum that night he probably would have cried from frustration. What an excellent punishment that would have been! "I'll tell you what, Julian. Put a bid in for a car. Get over here and we'll take care of your situation. Don't worry; I'll have you back by 11 so you can get up for work tomorrow. "Not going in tomorrow, Sir. Todd made arrangements for me to have the day off so I can clean our apartment from top to bottom, all the laundry, beds and bathrooms." "So they're turning you into a houseboy?" "Not really, Sir. Just a naked slave cleaning house for my two Dom roommates. I have a long list of things to get done. I hope I can get it all. We just finished up a major project at work so tomorrow was going to be a low key day. That's why Todd could requisition me for the day. The rest of the team will be taking it easy tomorrow. I'll be working my butt off as a house slave." "Requisition you? It sounds like you're a piece of equipment, Julian." "Feel like that, too, Sir. Never had to do housework before." "Well, don't start feeling sorry for yourself or I'll give you something to feel sorry for, Julian." "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. Oh, I'll have a car in a few minutes. I'll be over there soon." "Keep your clothes on this time. I don't want you coming into my building naked." "Sure thing, Sir. See you in a little while." He sounds so eager, expecting some bliss in a little while. I won't be sorry to disappoint him. I figure I should at least be as strict with him as I plan to be with the other boy I'm breaking in. Neither one of them will get to cum tonight. He was so cute in his jeans and navy blue Henley, bright-eyed and eager as could be. "Should I strip, Dave? I assume you're watching me do it." "Yes, let me see you nice and naked. This isn't a social call, after all. This is about masturbation." He quickly strips off, leaving his socks on since he's obviously in a hurry. His dick is already getting plump. "I said I want to see you naked. Completely naked, boy." At first he looks confused. But then he realizes he left his socks on. "Oh damn, Sorry, Sir. I didn't even realize I didn't take them off. He reaches down and pulls them off quickly. I point to a comfortable chair upon which I'll already placed a towel since he'd be sitting there bare-assed naked. He tosses himself into the chair already toying with himself. "No, that won't do, boy. Hands off that dick. I'll be taking care of it tonight." "Oh, wow. a first!" he says with a smile, looking like he'd like to lick his lips. "Lay each of your arms on the arms of the chair." This is actually a bondage chair and I quickly have each of the boy's arms bound down snugly. "See if you can escape," I order, not to test the bonds, but rather simply to impress on him the fact that he is helpless and completely under my control. That wasn't all. I took each of his legs and placed them over his bound arms, then fastened them in place as well. So there he was, arms and legs bound, legs spread wide, his dripping dick hard and eagerly awaiting its pleasure. I wipe his pre-cum with my finger and put it to his lips. Immediately he sucks them clean. "Good boy. I can see you're benefitting from the training you're getting." "Suck anything put to my lips," is the rule he had to memorize. I feed him more pre-cum and think about feeding him mine as well because I was getting hard inside my own boxer-briefs. That was all I was wearing. One more thing before I took them off: blindfold him. "So you're in a kinky mood tonight, eh, Dave?" "Julian, do you think it's appropriate to address me by my name when you're bound naked with your legs spread and your junk easily accessible?" "Oh no, Sir. I'm sorry." I lean in and rap his balls three good hits. He grunts. "All you ever have to do is ask yourself how a sub like you should behave in every particular circumstance." "Of course, Sir. Thank you for pointing that out." Another check to the trainer. Learning to answer like the beginner faggot he is. And so fucking adorable! I peel off my boxers and wipe the pre-cum from my dick. Fingers to Lips. Right away he sucks. "That's funny," he says. "That tasted different." "Think, Julian. Why do you suppose it taste different? There must be a simple reason that has nothing at all to do with your body chemistry." He starts to laugh. "I was yours, Sir. I sucked down your pre-cum!" "Here's some more." He actually pushes out his lips a bit making it even easier for me to get my jism into his faggot mouth. "And more." I feed him his. "thank you, Sir," the sub says. "Now let's get down to it," I say and start toying with his lovely dick, only with my fingers, enjoying the sighs and other sounds he begins to make. Hetries to stifle them. How adorable is that! "You can make all the noise you want, boy. I enjoy hearing your reactions. I like hearing you behaving like a total slut" I start jerking him more, slowly and gently, listening to him sing for me. "So you'll be put to slave labor on Friday, you've told me. It think it's a good thing, a good way to further condition you." "Condition me? What do you mean, Sir, if I may ask?" "Helping you realize what it means to be trained not only as a sub but also as a slave. Subs are never made to do household chores. Only slaves are." "Oh" he says quietly, thinking over what I just told him. "Were you beginning to believe your role as a sub is only sexual, Julian?" "Yes, Sir." and quickly he gasps. he's building to an orgasm. "Oh damn, I didn't want to cum so quickly, sir. Sorry if you're disappointed." "Then we'll hold off right now." I let go. He gives a sigh of relief. "thank you, Sir. I don't want to cheat you of your fun either, Sir by cumming so quickly like a 13 year old boy." "Now back to my question, Julian. If a sub's role is only sexual, what does it mean, do you think, that they're using you as their houseboy on Friday?" "I thought they were just doing it so I'd have a way to show them my thanks for living there rent-free." Note to self: I suspect they're all living rent-free. It's probably a perk. The Firm most likely owns most of the building. The housing is a perk. "Did they say anything to you about that?" "No, Sir. They just informed me what would be happening on Friday and gave me a list of things I had to get done. No further explanation." "And , , , ? you just went along, because . . . ." "I thought to question it but then changed my mind and decided not to object." "Like a good submissive, Julian. You're developing a good instinct for that. All the men in your life should be obeyed even when they're only making suggestions." "Yes, Sir. I can see that now. OOOOO" Again I back off. "Still too soon, boy?" "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir?" "I'll do what I can, Julian. So they simply informed you that this is what you'd be doing on Friday and even provided a list of chores they expect you to complete. They didn't ask. They just told you what you had to do." His eyes go wide. "oh god. Like a . . like a. . . slave." I toy with only the head of his dick as a way of rewarding him. "Oh god that felt good." "It was a reward for you finally figuring out what's going on." "But, Sir, it's only regarding that. WE get along great otherwise, mostly. They never boss me around." "Right. And, of course, almost any roommate would ask the other one to stay naked all the time. That's just normal stuff between college roommates, right?" "fuck. NO. I get it, Sir. So am I naked as a sub or naked as a slave?" "Probably just as a sub. Will you work naked on Friday, Julian, when you're doing your um , , , chores?" "Yes, Sir. They tell me it would be stupid to put clothes on, so . . . I guess that was an order, Sir?" "Good thinking, boy. Here's another reward." this time I gently massage his balls for a bit, listening to the sweet music. "When you're with one of the fellows that come over to use you, do you do this for them?" "I've been asked to lick them, but never what you just did, Sir. that was awesome." "Well then make it a point to do it for those you serve, boy." "Will do, Sir, and that thing you did to my head." And here we go again, the buildup and I take it every bit as far as I possibly can then let go and hear him cry out in frustration. "distressed, boy?" "It's just that I thought it would be okay to . . . cum, Sir." "ah. Well, I'm having such a good time toying with this pretty dick that I want to do it some more." I start in again, very gently. He's breathing heavily. "Take your mind off your dick and listen to me, boy. I want to point out that Todd and Zach sometimes invite a friend over . . . . . to use you, and that these are aren't guys you picked out by yourself." "YYes, Sir. kind of strange but so far it's been okay. Nice guys. Very Dom. Put me through my paces." "and you go along with it without objecting?" "Yyyyes, Sir. wouldn't want to make a fuss." Yes, indeed, he's learning to think like the submissive he is. Always giving in to the desires of his superiors. "It probably wouldn't matter if you objected. Those men were are invited over to . . .what word did you use . . . USE you. Sounds pretty much like you're a slave and they're sharing you with their friends, or maybe even just pimping you out so they can earn money off your body." "Oh shit, yes. Sir." "And now Todd and Zach are using you to work like a naked slave on Friday, and I assume that means you'll be making their beds, doing their laundry, and cleaning their toilets as well." "Yes, Sir." "So then, I want you to face reality. On the one hand you're a responsible and productive professional. But on the other hand you're being systematically trained as a slave, bit by bit, by being given to their friends to use and now being taught how to serve as a house servant. Slave labor, Julian. Slave labor. And deep down inside, you're going to discover that the idea turns you on so much it could actually make you cum!!!! And I let go and this time he screams out. "Damn! Fuck! Let me cum, Sir, please?" "no." "huh" "Listen to me, boy: you called me asking me to let you jerk off. But you got off two days ago. This was awfully soon. In such a situation, The Firm says I'm to punish you. So I didn't have you come over here tonight so you could shoot your load. No, not at all. I had you come here tonight so I could punish you. And that's what I'm doing." I start stroking him again. This will be the last time. And when I take him to the peak and let go, this time he actually cries, not only from frustration, but also because he's now very sensitive and it's is starting to hurt. I wait until he calms down a bit. I bring a damp cloth to wipe his eyes and his face with. "I know you thought you would cum tonight, but it's not going to happen. We're done now. I want you to put your clothes back on and go back home. I'll summon the car.: "Not a word, boy. Not a single word. Tomorrow you can email me and thank me for punishing you for being selfish and asking for too much too soon." I release his legs and his arms and help him to stand. Then I swat his backside and leave him there alone to get himself together and head out. Punishment concluded. SO THAT'S THE END of this Chapter. Please write and tell me what you think. subkodak25@gmail.com I'm also on Telegram as sub_kodak. Say Hi! 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Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2024 10:21:44 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Dave's Boi Julian Chapter 9 9. "Thank you" and "please." His email came the next evening: "Dave, thank you for helping train me last night by punishing me because I was asking permission to jerk off too soon after the last time. Thank you for all the things you said and all the ways you'd helped me to think more realistically about what's been going on in my life lately. Thank you for helping me realize the Firm is having me trained as a slave. Thank you for helping me open my eyes. "Last night you used the phrase `too much too soon.' That got me thinking. This is all too much too soon, that I'd be punished for things most men took for granted, like wanting to jerk off, and the fact that I'm subject to corporal punishment even though I'm 22 years old. If any of my friends from school knew about this they'd be flabbergasted. It got to be unbearable living with two Doms who kept me naked and invited friends over for me to service sexually and I had no right to refuse to do it. I understand, thanks to you, Dave, that like I said, it was all too much too soon. "I've decided to leave and go away somewhere new. I haven't said anything about this to anyone at The Firm. By the time you get this email I'll be on a plane somewhere. Other than sending you this email, I will not look back. I'm going to change my name and email address as well. I'm worried that The Firm might try to track me down and then bring me back in chains to serve in some dungeon they have hidden away. Fortunately, I've got plenty of money saved up to tide me over while I look for an ordinary job that has no strings attached. "Thank you again for all you've done for me, Dave. I'm glad you're the man who got to take my virginity. I wish we could go back to those wonderful few nights we spent in Atlanta. "I'm sorry for disappointing you, but if The Firm had been honest with me from the beginning, I don't think I would have taken the job. I could have easily found a position somewhere else in the City. As far as my submissiveness and where I belong, I have yet to figure that out and I'm not in a hurry to find any answers. "I promise I will contact you again some day, but I have no idea when that will be. First I need to get settled into a safe new identity and start building my career from scratch, and make some decisions about how I'm going to live out my submissiveness, whether as an unattached sub or maybe even some day as an owned slave to a Master who will know how to re-educate me then train me to His specifications. If that ever happens he'll be something like you; I'm not going to be able to settle anything just because I'm horny. First, of course, I have to get a good distance from The Firm physically, sexually and emotionally. Unfortunately, you ended up becoming associated with The Firm yourself, so I also have to take that distance from you as well, at least for now. I'm sorry they sucked you in too. It was all my fault." Julian D.

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Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2001 20:03:12 EDT From: Bmw75ks86@aol.com Subject: gunge pig #2 This took place last year but I have been required to tell about. I had to be out of town for a couple of days staying at a hotel. Gunge Master too this opportunity to use me well. Master worked very hard completing my instructions. They ended up being 30 pages long!! He emailed them to me before the trip. I printed them off and put them in a manila envelope, I was only to pull the sheet out far enough to read each instruction. I was cautioned about trying to read ahead. This was forbidden. The trip was about two hours to get there but ended up taking me about five and half. I first needed to stop at a gas station and get some grease like goes in a grease gun a quart of motor oil and some fudgesicles. When I got back to the car I read from my envelope. My instructions were to remove my socks and shoes, place one sicle in each sock then put my shoes and socks back on. I was wearing a t shirt, shorts, socks and sneakers as instructed. I then proceeded to attempt to find some plastic pants. This turned out more difficult. I stopped at several pharmacies but to no avail. No one had any. I did pick up some enema equipment that was required, all the time sort of sloshing the melted fudgesicles in my sneakers. I was then given instructions to go to an adult book store and pick up a cockring and buttplug. Both of which I found at an adult store about 1 hour from my destination. I proceeded towards the hotel but was instructed to make another stop and purchase condoms and a snickers bar. I did this at then proceeded to the hotel. I was really beginning to feel excited. I knew this was going to be an exciting couple of days. I just didn't know how exciting. I got checked in to the hotel and carried my luggage and my purchases up to the room. I unpacked, smoked a cig and then read further. I was instructed to put on cockring and insert my plug, remain dressed as I was and I would be going shopping. Included in the instructions were things to get. I set out in my sloppy sneakers, and drove to a large discount store. The items on the list were a frozen pizza, cheese whiz, ice cream, rice crispies, a plastic cloth of some sort, mayonise, mustard, and ketschup. I purchased all the items, excited over what all I was getting and proceeded back to the hotel. Instructions then told me I needed to get dressed to go to the hotel restaurant for dinner. I was allowed to remove my clothes and put on dress clothes for dinner, of course I needed to keep my cockring and plug inserted. I was not allowed, however, to use the bathroom at all. At dinner I was instructed to drink a lot of iced tea. I was to take my manila envelope full of instructions with me to dinner which I did. After dinner I read further, I was now instructed to go the bar and continue to drink iced tea which I did. I was instructed to piss my self at the bar just a little, not a lot, this was so hard to do because I needed to go so bad. I followed the instructions felt really embarrassed, how much was showing?? I was then told to use the stairwell back to my room. When in the stairwell I was told to piss myself more, I did and then got back to my room. I tried to hide the wet condition of my pants the best I could. My next instructions consisted of putting on shorts, briefs, t shirt, socks, and sneakers. I was then told to open the condoms and take one and piss in it and tie it off, this was saved for future use I was told. The instructions now told me since I was a pig I should go scavenging for food. I was told to go up and down the hall ways of the hotel and take whatever food I could find on room service trays that people had not eaten and to stuff it down inside my briefs. Man what an order, so embarrassing and thoughts of people seeing me but I did it, seems like there were a lot of rolls and greenbeans, people must not have liked their green bean and rolls that night. The instructions told me to proceed back to my room and read on. I was told then to go exactly as I was to the hotel gym, that I was a pig that needed a work out. I was made to go and walk on the treadmill and do some pushups with all that stuffed in my briefs. I was of course worried it was all going to fall out and the plug had been in a long time, it was starting to get real uncomfortable. After that and back in my room I was told to strip naked, everything off and that I could remove my plug. That felt so good to get everything off and feel kind of clean again. This was not to last long though. I was then told to put the pizza, (now thawed out) on the plastic and to put plunk my fat ass down on it. I was then told to roll off of it and cover the pizza in a can of the cheese whiz. I was told then to sit on it again. I was then to pour the ketchup and mustard over me, and then fill my sneakers with another can of cheese whiz and stuff my feet in them. Then came the quart of motor oil, all over my head and let it drip all over me. I was told to spread the mayo and more ketchup on the plastic and roll all over it back and front. I was told to really get into my piggishness. I then had to open the can of black grease and spread the grease all over my legs, chest, this on top of all the other gooey mess. Man I was really looking and feeling the pig. Next came the rice crispies, poured all over me, and then made to grind them up by rolling all over them in my gooey mess. I was told to remain like this for at least 20 minutes, then I could clean up and get a good nights rest, but not to touch my cock at all. This was the end of my first night!!! The next day was filled with meetings for me during the day. I was allowed to not have any instructions to follow till the day was complete and I was back in my room. I was ordered to dress in my shorts t shirt cock ring and plug. I was ordered to fill my ball cap with the melted ice cream that I had bought the day before, what a sticky syrupy mess that was and then slam the hat on my head, oh man what a mess dripping all over me. I was ordered to fill up my enema bag and fill myself up, I was allowed to leave my shorts off, I was then made to lie in the tub like this holding it in as best I could. I then had to take the condom full of piss and break it over my self making sure it went on my face and all over my shirt, both covered all ready with sticky melted chocolate ice cream. I had to hold the enema for as long as I could, Master was very nice and allowed me to use the toilet to expel the enema. The bathroom was a complete mess from all the dripping ice cream. He then allowed me to shower and be a clean pig but to remain naked for the rest of the night. He allowed me to order room service but insisted I answer the door naked and take the food. It was very embarrassing to do that but Master likes for me to do things that are somewhat embarrassing and humiliating it seems. This was the end of my two days of use by Master and the end of the 30 pages of instructions. What a mess the hotel room was to clean up. Master knows how hard it is to clean all the mess up. I gave him a full report when I got home. Master perhaps will continue to use me as he sees fit and allow me to follow his instructions now that I have completed writing these two assignments for him and have them posted as he required. I of course find them exciting and enjoy them, (for the most part) because I am a slave gunge pig.

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Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2002 21:47:24 +1000 From: Phil Eden Subject: Just Joe and the Rhino whip Part 2 Just Joe and the rhino whip (Part 2) By Hornblower Just Joe's appetite for sex became insatiable. After that first night when he let me take his virginity he just couldn't get enough of it. It was as if he was making up for all the years of missed opportunity before finally coming to terms with his orientation and surrendering himself to another man. We fucked four, and sometimes five times a day and I marvelled at his stamina---and mine. We fucked in the bedroom and on the couch. We fucked in the barn and out in the paddock with Just Joe stretched over the back wheel of the tractor. One day we packed a picnic lunch and hiked up to the top of the rocky outcrop behind the farm and we fucked on the hilltop, with the great vista of the Australian plains rolling out far below us. I began carrying a packet of condoms and a tube of lube around with me wherever I went because I never knew when I was going to stumble across Just Joe waiting to ambush me with his impish grin, those big dark eyes of his checking me out from under his long lashes, and a big bulge in his tight cut-off denims telling me that he was hard and ready to go again. "Joe---we just did it. Not even an hour ago." A beseeching look of little boy innocence. "Please, Mike. I need it." For a 20-year-old Just Joe could contrive to make himself look incredibly young. It was his angelic choirboy looks and his mop of blond curls that had made me desire him from the moment he came jauntily up the path to my property, looking for work. That and his tight young body, his gorgeous butt with its two delectable cheeks of firm round flesh, and of course his chirpy personality. Maybe he was an out of work drifter but there was a pride in the way that he held himself. He looked you in the eye when he spoke to you and he had the confidence of a man who knew what he wanted. There was a refreshing honesty to his character that made him all the more desirable. Mostly what Just Joe wanted was sex. He wanted my big cock, and he wanted as much of it as I could give him. It had been a painful introduction for him because I'm pretty well endowed--Just Joe reckons I'm mega hung--but once he had learnt to cope with the size of it there was no stopping him. I would fuck my jism into him, powering into him with my big cock, pounding and thrusting until every last drop was drained out of me and I would collapse across him, too exhausted to move. Then he would snuggle up to me, nuzzle his angelic face against me and cover me with tender kisses that, tired as I was, would instantly start to reawaken my passion. In no time I would be hard again and Just Joe would squeal with delight. "Yeah! Fuck me again, Mr Bigcock!" I had set free a beast of uncontrollable sensuality. Just Joe was a sex machine, and the more I gave him the more he wanted. But I had also unleashed a darker side to his sexuality that I didn't entirely understand. I had seen it in his desire to be tied to the bed the first night we fucked, and I had seen it when he found an old sjambok in the barn. It was a wicked implement, made from rhinoceros hide, that my old dad had brought home as a souvenir from a visit to South Africa though God knows why. The old man wouldn't have hurt a fly and he never lifted a hand to me when I was young, never mind a whip. Just Joe had been fascinated by the whip. His breathing had become heavy when he played with it, and I knew that he was aroused. One evening I came back from a hard day's work in the upper paddock to find Just Joe at the computer. "Look at this," he said. "It's all about whips. Did you know you can buy them on the internet? There's a bit here about the sjambok." "Joe, there's a lot of things I'd buy off the internet," I said "but a whip sure as hell isn't one of them." He ignored me, engrossed in what he was reading. "Shit, listen to this. `The sjambok was used by the South African police to keep order during the apartheid era. This little beauty is capable of inflicting a severe punishment. Not for the faint-hearted. Applied to the bare buttocks the sjambok will cause extreme pain, extensive bruising, welts, and deep cuts. It can leave permanent scars. Ten strokes is the recommended maximum even for an experienced player,' " "Nasty," I said. I wondered why I had kept the sjambok. My father was long since dead but the whip had hung forgotten on the barn door and it wasn't until Just Joe found it that I had remembered its existence, otherwise I would have thrown it out years before. That night Just Joe came and sat on the end of my bed, knees pulled up to his chin, big brown eyes looking at me earnestly. "Mike, can I ask you a serious question?" "Of course you can." "You won't rouse on me?" "No. Why should I?" Just Joe shrugged. "Dunno. You probably won't like it." "It depends what you are going to ask me." "I'm going to ask you to whip my bum with the sjambok." "You're crazy." "Yeah, I know. I still want you to do it, but." "Joe, I couldn't do that," I said. "The sjambok would cut your arse to shreds. It's a fucking lethal weapon." "I need it, Mike." His tone was pleading. "Why, for fuck's sake?" "Because." I reached out to embrace him but he pulled away. "I'm dead set serious, Mike. I've got to get a whipping." I could sense his determination and I realised there was no point arguing with him. Just Joe had a way of getting what he wanted and I knew that he would wear down my resistance until I agreed. I sighed. "Joe, that's one hell of a thing you're asking. I don't want to hurt you, fuck it, I love you." Just Joe laughed. "No you don't. You love fucking me." He was right of course and we both knew it. For all his youthful innocence, he was wise enough to know the difference between love and lust. I was a fool to think that my feelings for him were anything more than a carnal desire for his lithe young body, so why shouldn't I hurt him if that's what he wanted? "Why don't you think about it?" I said. "Today's Monday. If you still want it on Saturday I'll do it for you." He moved up the bed and hugged me, kissing me on the lips. "How many are you going to give me?" His eyes were bright, and I could tell that he was excited. "How many what?" "How many strokes, of course. What do you think a guy my age should be able to take?" "Fuck it, Joe, I don't know. Maybe six?" "Six!" Just Joe was contemptuous. "That would be a kid's punishment. What should a man take?" "Joe, you saw what it said on the web. Ten strokes with a sjambok would be an extreme punishment. You don't want that." "You don't know what I want," Just Joe said. He was breathing heavily, very turned on by the thought of getting his gorgeous little arse flogged. "That's one hell of a lot of pain you're asking for," I said. "Have you any idea how much it's going to hurt? A whipping isn't like getting your bum smacked. It's serious pain." "Yeah, serious pain---you'll have to tie me up. Put me in leather straps so I can't move." He was getting himself more and more turned on and I decided to play along, surprised to discover that this talk about whipping was making me horny. I visualised Joe's young body suspended naked from a beam in the barn, legs spread wide, and his firm round buttocks trembling in anticipation of the torment to come. "You're going to have to learn what real discipline is all about," I said firmly. "And you better get it into your head that you are going to be very severely punished." A shudder ran through his body and I pulled him closer to me, nuzzling his ear. "You're really going to get it," I whispered. "You're going to get whipped like a man. You're going to be tied to a beam and flogged until you scream for mercy." "Yeah, Mike. Yeah!" He was clinging tightly to me. "You're going to hang me from the beam and whip me. You're going to make me take it like a man." I ran my hand over his smooth buttocks, feeling their firmness as he pushed back hard against me. We were panting, hot and ready for action, and I found his hole with my probing fingers. "Fuck me, Mike," he whispered. "Fuck me up the arse." I pulled his legs up over my shoulders and guided my cock into him, sliding it in hard all the way. He let out a small yelp but fucking my massive length was no longer the painful experience it had been for him when I took his virginity and he quickly settled himself to my rhythm, lifting himself to meet my thrusts, using his muscle to clamp the base of my cock and pull me into him. We were like wild beasts, our desire fuelled by the talk of the whip and the suffering that Joe would be forced to endure, and we surrendered ourselves totally to an uncontrolled frenzy of lust and passion. I used all the power of my muscular hips to ram my cock into him and still he wanted more, screaming at me to fuck him harder until we climaxed together in an explosive starburst of release that left us both too exhausted to move. As the week went by Just Joe became more preoccupied with his anticipation of the ordeal that lay ahead of him. I could see fear in his dark brown eyes but I knew that he was determined to go through with it. He prepared the barn, fixing two pulleys to the overhead beam, he used the old horse leathers to make wrist and ankle straps that would be used to restrain him when the time came for his whipping, and he spent an entire evening oiling the sjambok until the leather was supple and shiny. Then at last it was Saturday. The day of the flogging. The day when Just Joe would learn to endure the unendurable. I kept him occupied with tasks around the farm all day to take his mind off it but he was inattentive and he almost crashed the tractor. "Joe," I yelled at him. "Get off that tractor and come here. You're going to get whipped for that." He came and stood in front of me, looking down at his feet. It was the first time since I had known him that he hadn't looked me in the face. "I'm sorry, Mike." "Sorry isn't enough," I said. "You were stupid and careless and you could have had an accident. You'd better go to the barn and take your clothes off. I will come and deal with you when I'm ready." I left him for a couple of hours, alone with his fear, and went to prepare myself. I had a leisurely shower and when I was dry took a bottle of baby oil which I rubbed liberally over my hard upper body until it glistened. I dressed in a pair of very tight black lycra boxers that hugged my arse and fitted tightly around my big thighs, a pair of riding boots and a wide leather belt which I buckled around my waist. I checked myself in the mirror and was satisfied that I looked suitably intimidating. It was dark by the time I got to the barn. Just Joe had lit a couple of hurricane lamps which cast a dim, flickering light and he was standing there naked in their glow, looking pale and nervous. "It's time for your whipping," I said. "Are you ready for it?" Just Joe bit his lip and nodded. "Yes, Sir." "I have been thinking about what to give you," I went on. "Ten strokes of the sjambok is a very severe punishment. A lot of adult men would find that too much for them." "I can take it," Just Joe said defiantly. "I'm not a boy." I knew that he had psyched himself up for ten but I was about to destroy his self-confidence, to teach him the first cruel lesson of punishment, that however bad you think it is going to be the reality is far, far worse. "I know you're not a boy," I said. "That's why I had made up my mind to give you ten until that little incident with the tractor this afternoon. Now you're going to get fifteen strokes, and I expect you to take them like a man." "Fifteen!" "You heard me. Fifteen. Now get me the sjambok." Just Joe fetched it from its hook behind the barn door and handed it to me tentatively. "Get me the restraints." He fetched the leather wrist and ankle straps, standing passively as I buckled him into them. Next I fed two lengths of rope through the pulleys on the beam and tied them to the buckles of his wrist restraints. I positioned him under the beam then pulled on the left hand rope until his arm was raised up and he was forced to stand on tiptoe. I tied the rope off to a post then repeated the process with the right hand rope. Just Joe was spreadeagled, arms stretched wide apart, feet barely touching the floor. I fixed ropes to his ankle restraints and tied them to the support posts on either side so that his legs were spread wide and his firm white butt was forced outwards towards me. The scene was making me extremely horny. Despite his apprehension and the humiliation of his situation, Just Joe was still incredibly attractive with his lithe brown body and his mop of blond curls. He was trembling and the gorgeous white mounds of his arse were covered in goose pimples. His buttocks had the chiselled perfection of a Michelangelo statue and whipping them was going to be like whipping a priceless work of art. But he wanted it. He wanted to prove something and to do that he would have to endure the outer limits of pain, and maybe the scars that went with it. "Sir...?" "What is it?" "Can I have something to bite on?" I found a short length of rubber hose which I put into his mouth and he clamped his teeth on it gratefully. He was one hell of a tough kid, and he was determined not to cry. It was time to begin. I stepped well back, measuring the length of the sjambok against his arse. The whip was about three feet long with an ebony handle and it tapered from a three-quarter inch diameter at its widest point down to about a quarter inch. I stood about two feet away from Just Joe so that the end of the whip would do its work. It would land on both buttocks at once, ensuring that his pain would be intensified. "One!" I said and swung the whip high above my shoulder, slashing it down on to his arse with all my strength. His body jerked forward, stretching his restraints, and a livid weal appeared instantly on his white flesh. He didn't make a sound, biting hard on the length of hose to exercise his control. I waited until I was sure that he was feeling the full impact of the pain and then I let him have the next one. "Two!" I said and the whip bit into his arse, leaving a cruel red mark just below the first. Again his body jerked violently against his restraints and again, he endured it without a sound. "Three!" I put more force into this one, and I was rewarded with a grunt as the whip slashed into him. "Four!" Another grunt, stifled by the rubber gag. "Five!" His body was struggling to get away from the cruel blows, pulling against the ropes that suspended him from the beam. He let out a low moan, and I could sense his agony. "Take it like a man," I snapped and brought the whip down harder for Number Six. He groaned again, louder, but kept biting on the rubber hose. So far I had laid the strokes in neat parallel lines, each a millimetre or two below the other. I laid the next three strokes diagonally across the red weals and if the pain of the first six had been intense, the thrashing of his body told me that these strokes were much, much more painful. At least one of the strokes had cut the skin, and a trickle of blood ran down the back of his thighs. He had taken nine but there were still six to go, and I didn't intend to spare him. "Ten!" I put my full weight behind it and the whip cut deeply into his buttocks, drawing more blood. He screamed, but the noise was choked by the gag. I let him rest after that and he hung there suspended in his restraints, panting from the pain he had endured. "That's ten," I said. "That's a man's punishment. Now let's see what you can really take." He shook his head and his eyes dark pleaded for me to stop. But he had taken this much, and I knew that he wouldn't forgive me if I let him off now. I gave him a five minute respite then it was time to start again. "Brace up. You're going to feel some real pain now." "Eleven!" I let him have it with my full strength, swinging my body and arching the whip down from high above my shoulder. It slashed into his tender flesh with a noise like the crack of a pistol shot. Again his scream was stifled by the rubber gag but the thrashing of his body told me how much it had hurt. His buttocks were badly cut now and I had to wipe the blood away before I could continue. "Twelve!" It was the cruellest blow yet. "Thirteen!" The groaning stopped abruptly and I realised that he had passed out, his body hanging limply in its restraints. I waited until he came round. His eyes were wide and staring, vacant, like someone on drugs. He was lost in a dungeon of pain and I doubted if he knew any longer where he was, or what was happening to him. He spat out the length of hose that he had used to stop himself from crying out. I hesitated, not sure if he could take any more. His young body was bruised, battered and bleeding. He had endured an incredible amount of torture that would leave him scarred for life. And then I saw his cock. It was hard up against his rippled belly, its shiny head distended. "Do it, Mike" he croaked. "Fourteen!" I said and slashed the whip into him. He screamed out. But it wasn't pain. It was triumph. "Again!" "Fifteen!" He let out a deep primal roar and his handsome young face showed not pain but ecstasy. "YES!" he shouted and his hard cock shot great spurts of semen onto his chest and his belly, and then he slumped forward limply against his bonds and I knew that he had passed out again. I let him down gently and untied him. His buttocks were a mass of criss-crossing cuts and angry weals from the savagery of the whipping that I had given him. He was in a cold sweat, and I realised that I would have to get him back to the house as quickly as possible to get him warm. He was still barely conscious and I half dragged and half carried him. I bathed his arse in warm water and antiseptic, and then found a balm to rub into the cuts and after a while he began to compose himself. I wrapped him in a blanket and sat him in front of the kitchen stove with a can of beer while I made dinner. He managed a small smile, not quite his trademark impish grin but enough to let me know that he was ok. "Thanks, Mike," he said, fixing his big dark eyes on mine. The whipping was never mentioned again, though I won't pretend I didn't enjoy it. I did, and I thought of it often when we fucked, picturing his tight young body suspended from the beam, thrashing in torment as the whip bit into his tender flesh. Spring stretched into summer but we didn't notice. Just Joe and I immersed ourselves totally in the joy of lust, our lovemaking as intense as it had ever been, with just the scars on his buttocks to serve as a reminder of the ordeal he had insisted that I put him through. And then one night he came into my room, perching on the end of the bed in his familiar pose with his knees drawn up to his chin. "Got to go tomorrow, Mike," he said and I felt a terrible wrenching deep down in my gut. I wanted to plead with him to stay but I knew that it would be pointless. If he had made up his mind to go, then go he would. That night our lovemaking achieved new heights of passion. We fucked with an intensity that was almost superhuman, once, twice, three times, each one better than the last, and we were still going when the kookaburras screeched their pre-dawn cacophony. Later I watched as he set off down the path to the main road, his few possessions in the swag slung across his shoulder. "Joe!" He stopped and looked back. "You're a real man," I said and he waved, flashing me his dazzling smile. It was the tribute he wanted. The tribute that he had earned on that cruel night in the barn. He turned and went on his jaunty way, head held high. Just Joe had come to terms with his sexuality. He had endured the unendurable, with the scars on his arse to prove it, and now he was ready for the world. Copyright Hornblower 2002

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Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2024 09:20:27 -0400 From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com> Subject: Dave's boy julian chapter 11 Chapter 11. The Reunion Once we've legalized our agreement, The Firm suggested that I be the one to unlock Julian's cell and bring him out into freedom, that the symbolic meaning of this act would have a powerful impact on the young slave. He'll understand that I'm his Liberator, setting him free, free to become my own personal possession. Never again will Julian have an personal sense of agency. I agreed and the date was set. It was a Tuesday morning at 9 am. Julian was asleep in the usual darkness. I unlocked the door and quietly entered the room. The bust of light that came through the open door is what woke the boy up. Immediately I went and knelt at the side of his bed and waited for him to realize who I was and what was happening. His first impulse when he realized someone was in the room with him was to hurriedly try to get himself into position to be fucked. I must say I was tempted, but realized that was not the best way to help Julian realize what's happening. Gently I took hold of his hands and helped lay his legs down again. "It's good to see you, Julian. It's been quite a while." He gasps. "Dddddddave? Dave? Slr? OH MY GOD!!!!!" And he wraps his arms and legs around me and holds me so tightly I thought I might be crushed. "Yes, boy. I've done what you asked me to do. I'm your Master now. I've come to bring you home with me for a few days before you go take up your new position at The Firm." "Bring me home?" "Yes, Julian. You don't have to stay here any longer. So let's go and get free of this place." "But . . . . I don't have any clothes . . . and I didn't get my coffee . . . ." "I'll get you all the coffee you can drink when I get you home with me, boy." "with you Dave? really WITH YOU!!!" He's so excited that I can't seem to get him to focus enough to leave the room with me. I realize that his world has been very small for a while. "Don't worry, Julian, I'll take care of you. I'll protect you. I just want to get you out of here now. Finally, boy. It's over." I manage to get him out and into the parking lot. I brought a robe to put around him. I figured that would be easier than trying to get him into a pair of pants after being kept naked for so long. He wraps it around himself and tells me how good it feels. I stop at a drive-in to get coffee for us. I know he takes it black now so that's what I get. Mine is doctored up as usual. I pull off to the side so we don't have to drink it while the car is in motion. He asks me if he could have a taste of mine so I let him take a sip from my cup. "Tastes really weird," he tells me. "I'm not surprised. Most people who drink it black say they don't like it any other way." I also got a couple donuts but he doesn't want one. "Not used to eating right after I wake up. What day is it anyway? What's the date? What's the time? I had no sense of time back there. No idea whether it was day or night. When the lights went off I slept. Real simple, actually." He giggles. "Well regulated?" "I guess so, but it all depends on what you mean by regulated? "Just that it was all organized for you." "Like everything else. Didn't have any choice about anything. Once I told a guy I didn't want to suck his dick because it smelled so bad. I got caned on my back. Still have marks I think." He wanted to lower the robe to show me. I told him we'd take care of it later. "You're my slave, Julian. Just like you wanted to be. I make the rules now." "Yes, Master," he says, then leans over and kisses my fingers. "Kiss them nice, boy. These fingers are going down your throat and up your ass and around your nipples whenever I want. I can do anything I want to you now, boy." "You always could have, Dave. I never would have refused you anything. Even . . . ` "SSHH! I understand, Julian. I remember our first night together, how you asked me if you could lick every inch of my body." He chuckle. "Yeah. You were so gorgeous to me. I was such a horndog, starving for it. But you held me back. And you smelled so nice after your shower. I remember burying my face in your ass, sniffing then licking, all so sweet." "For practically being a virgin, you were surprisingly wild those nights. I hesitated to ask you for anything because I was trying with all my might not to act like a Dom." "You were an angel, Dave. And I'll never forger the look on your face when I asked you to fuck me." "You didn't ask that, boy. You asked me to take your virginity." "Same thing to me. I knew what I wanted to experience. And I'd been practicing. Even went and got a dildo to use. You were real gentle but you could slip right in." "it was delicious. Just like it's gonna be when I get you home." I finished my coffee and got back on the road. All this talk about fucking him was getting me hard. And eager. "You gonna be my good boy when I get you home, Julian? "Gonna be your good slave. Master," he says with an impish smile on his face. He's bouncing back from everything a hell of a lot easier than I thought he would. "I'm surprised you're recovering so quickly from that nightmare you were living in." "Nightmare? No, Dave. Sure, there were a lot of things I hated—the food especially, and eating from that fucking bowl, but mostly, it was all one big awesome orgy with nothing else to get in the way. Hardly a day went by, as much as I could tell, when there wasn't a cock for me to service. Damn, Dave, I understand now what I am: a faggot cock-hungry slut. I don't know if anyone has ever had as much sex as I'd been having and never having to put my clothes on and go back into the cruel world." This kid always amazes me, how he made the best out of what most people would think would have been an unreal ordeal. I guess that's the mark of a true submissive. Always able to submit and somehow get pleasure from the fact. I wonder if I should let him know that I plan to still have him eat from a bowl on the floor. Maybe from my hands once in a while, but I'm not sure yet. I know they told me I'd have complete freedom and full control. Maybe I should just believe them. Hmmmm. He told me that he could jerk off whenever he wanted and he usually did so only after Todd or Zach of "the other guy" fucked him. Zach used to make him do it while he watched. I didn't say anything about it but the first thing I did when I got the boy home was to lock up its dick in a snug cage. Not only won't the slave get to jerk off any longer, it would no longer be able to have erections! "This is a good way for you to always be aware that you are less than a real man. You are not free. You are under your Master's control. You sex organs are your mouth and your ass and that's the only sexual pleasure you're allowed to have now. You are almost always naked, and even at work you will remember who you belong to. Now that you have to be barefoot at the office is one reminder for sure, but this cage I'm locking you into says a hell of a lot more than just you're as sub. You're lower than a sub. You're a slave." He whimpered a bit as I put it on him but didn't protest or beg me not to do so. I sensed right away that he's been conditioned to be totally submissive, no matter what. That could be dangerous, but then again, I'm his Master now, the one who will protect him. Except for when with T and Z, I will always be there, even if I decide to share him with another Master. The kid's been through enough. More than enough. I had planned to take him over my knee as a way of "welcoming" him to the "family," but once I had him in the good light I could see that he'd recently been caned and the stripes are still quite visible. At most it happened three nights ago, but I doubt even that. He sat back on his heels presenting himself to me, a sight that will always make me start chubbing up. "You were caned. When? Who? Why?" He shifts uncomfortably. I think mentioning the caning brough back some of the pain. "Two nights ago. Zach. Because he was pissed off about something so he decided to take it out on me." "Wow. That's how low they saw you. Impressive. So tell me, how often were you subjected to that kind of treatment, someone beating you for no good reason." "Just twice. It was Zach each time. He more than made it up to me later on, though. He felt guilty because he lost control that way." "He should feel guilty. He'd be a dangerous Master." "Yes, Sir. He really hit hard those times. I was screaming and sobbing by the time he got done." "You'll be sobbing with me as well, Julian, so don't think that's all over now. You are a slave. You are my slave. Now I'll prove it. Get up here over my knees, faggot. Gonna whip your ass. I don't care it's sore. All the better. I'm gonna paddle over those stripes of yours, see if I can ignite them for you." So as you can see, I changed my mind. I've never seen him sobbing before, not with tears all over and snot coming from his nose. Not like I do it to Murph. So this will be a big step forward for Julian. He's gonna taste more pain than he probably ever imagined---all concentrated over where Zach had caned him two days ago. Exquisite. I won't beat him too badly; just enough to get him sobbing for me. It's important for him to know how far I will take him when necessary. It's important for him to realize that I can hurt him when he needs it. I can feel how nervous he is as he gets up over my ass. I can also feel that he's not hard at all. Good. There's nothing sexually pleasurable for him this time. Again. It's important. In the past, slaves were sometimes branded by their owners. Horrible horrible things done to people ripped from their continent and tortured by an awful sea voyage then sold to some sadist. Always have to remember that we're only playing at something that was a true nightmare for thousands and thousands of victims of a horribly cruel system, an example of the very worst man had done to man. What takes place tonight between me and Julian is totally consensual. We've both willingly take on the roles we have because of some opposing inner impulses that have brought us to this point. I'm the Master and Julian is my slave and right now he's in for a world of hurt just to drive that point home. And that is only the first part of what I have planned tonight to help the boy realize just how real his slavery is now. I only have to paddle his ass eight times before producing the desired effect. Right away I put the paddle aside and gently get him back on the ground and order him to service my feet while the tears are still coming from his eyes and, much to my amusement, he comes up with hiccups. I fight the impulse to laugh but I'm defeated. He doesn't join me in laughing. He's simply far too miserable. I let him be for a while, give him time to calm down. It's almost time to put the final nail into his coffin, so to speak, to do the one thing that will prove to him that we're not merely playing at this. I'm not playing. It's time for this. I'm in my office when it's really time. No time to waste. I call Julian. "Crawl in here, boy." The sight almost gets me hard, which would be counter-productive, considering. The slave gets to me and immediately kisses my toes. So well-trained. But I didn't call the faggot in here for that. Not at all. "Kneel up." "If you disappoint me now, slave, I will beat you far far worse than you've already been beaten. You are my slave. Take the tip of my cock in your mouth. I have to piss." His immediately impulse was to resist but he conquered himself and did what I ordered him to do. I have no idea whether or not anyone else has ever done this to him and I don't care. I'm proving this to myself as much as I am proving it to him. I am the Master. I own him. I can use him anyway I want. And my flow starts and he just surrenders himself to me. Soon I can hear him swallowing it. All of it. I think he just went out of his mind and settled for what I'm doing to him without reservation, without even a tiny hint of the pride and disgust that most guys would experience if anyone ever tried to make them do this. It's all finished. He still has my cock in his mouth. He knows better than to back away from me. I decide to offer a little consolation. "I am the only one who will do this to you. You are my slave and I will use you as a urinal whenever I want. Me and only me." I can feel how relieved he is. But let's not spoil the brat. I add two more words to what I've just said and then let it hit home. "For now." I wait for that to hit. "Crawl into the bathroom. Use it if you need to. There is a new toothbrush on the sink. Use it to clean out your mouth and get rid of the taste." "You can take me out to dinner next weekend. We'll talk about your new status and what it means. I want to know what it's like for you to realize you've become my urinal now in addition t everything else. For now I have no intention of letting T and Z know about this." Then I send him off to get dressed while I call for a car to take him back to his apartment. Monday will be his first day back on the real job as a barefoot associate. I wonder if they're have some kind of meeting so everyone knows what it means. SO THAT'S THE END of this Chapter. Please write and tell me what you think. subkodak25@gmail.com I'm also on Telegram as sub_kodak. Say Hi! And listen, since you probably spend a lot of time on Nifty, why not help with expenses by making a donation, no matter how small. https://donate.nifty.org

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Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 08:26:46 EDT From: BMW75Ks86@aol.com Subject: Gunge Pig #1 This has been going on for almost two years. I am an internet gunge pig. A man online has used me for almost two years now. I am a very obedient gunge pig and this story tells the latest episode in my life as an online gunge pig slave. I awoke that morning very excited because I knew I was going to get used that morning. I fired up the computer and waited for my gunge master to appear. I waited, and waited, still no gunge Master. He is usually so punctual. He is a very busy man though and gunge pigs need to learn to be patient, something my online Master is not I have to admit. He came on line about 3 hours late, but I have learned to wait. The first thing he always asks is, "What are you wearing boy?" I responded with what I had on, this morning it was jean shorts, boxer briefs, and a sleevless white t shirt. He first made me go the fridge and get some salad dressing, I think it was Parmesean Peppercorn. He had me pull out my briefs and shorts and empty the entire bottle down around my cock and balls, man was it cold. He then wanted to know what else I had handy. Did I have any peanut butter," he asked. I ran to get the peanut butter. I had to cover my ass with the peanut butter under my briefs and jean shorts. During these sessions he usually requires me to be drinking a lot of liquids. This morning I had about a pot of coffee and was now drinking huge glasses of iced tea. I was feeling like I had to piss pretty bad but knew I was going to have to wait as he had more instructions for me. He knows I sort of have a foot fetish and guess he does too. The next thing was to get my sneakers and some mayonise. Had to empty the mayo jar, split evenly, into my waiting sneakers. The came a hot dog bun, split in two and dunked in my tea. These halves were added to my waiting sneakers as well. Then came the order to "Cram your feet in there boy!" Oh what a feeling those sneaks had on my barefeet. I was really beginning to feel like the pig I am. He finally asked if I had to piss now. Of course I was overloaded. He told me to fill up my empty mayo jar and put the lid on, we would use that later. The next instructions were ketschup on my nips and chest under my white t shirt. I was really beginning to look and feel like a pigboy. He knew he was going to have sign off soon as he had a meeting to attend to so he began to bark out the instructions that I was to follow. At first he wanted me to be going to a public restroom to complete my tasks, but as I am just in training he allowed me not to this activity but of course I had extra punishments required of me then. One of these was to fill my hand with ketchup and then slap my face with it. I complied. I now learned I was going to be his mud and oil pig that day. It had rained all week here and was extremely muddy out. He ordered me to the garage and to dump at least a half of a quart of oil under my t shirt and let it run down. Man what a mess, all over my t shirt and dripping down my jean shorts. I then had to piss my shorts and dump the mayo piss over my head. I was such a pig. He knows the boy likes this though and he knows the boy likes mud. I was made to go lay in a big mud hole and root in the mud like a pig in my clothes. Man what a mess and what a feeling. With the oil on me and the warm mud I was a big pig mess. The instructions then were to sit in the mud and remove my shoes and then my shirt and wallow around some more. He wanted pictures of me being his pig boy like this. I set up the camera and began snapping pics of me. Then I was to get entirely naked and cover my self in the mud. I felt like the slave pig I am, let me tell you. There I was, my clothes in a muddy pile and me naked covered in mud. I tried to clean up the best I could to get back in the house so I would be able to email the pics to him. It was tough; I was such a mess. He looked over the pics and told me what a pig I was. I knew that all ready of course. His final instructions were that I had to write this story and send it to be seen or he would never use me again. So is the life of a slave pig boy.

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Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2002 21:35:59 +1000 From: Phil Eden <eden_phil@hotmail.com> Subject: Just Joe and the Rhino whip Part 1 Just Joe and the rhino whip (Part 1) By Hornblower He was 20, but he could have passed for seventeen with his choirboy looks and slender build. His open face was topped with a mop of tight blond curls that fell across his forehead, his big brown puppy dog eyes could melt you just to look at them, and an impish little grin lit up his features whenever his wicked sense of humour got the better of him, which was often. He came jauntily up the path to my rambling old farmhouse, all his worldly goods in a swag slung over his narrow shoulders, an attractive sight in a pair of tight cut-off denim shorts and little else, his tanned bare upper body glistening with sweat in the heat of the afternoon sun. I was working on the tractor, harrowing the big paddock behind the house in readiness for a spring crop of beans when I first saw him and I stopped to watch him approach. There was something about the self-assurance of his walk that captured my attention. He looked like someone who knew where they were going and what they wanted, and there was none of the hesitancy that some youngsters his age would have shown when approaching a stranger. I kept the tractor idling, leaning forward across the steering wheel to watch him as he came closer. His beauty was quite breathtaking and I knew instantly that I wanted him. "G'day," he said, giving me the traditionally laconic Aussie greeting, to which I nodded in response. "I don't suppose you've got any work around the place?" I get a lot of job-seekers come by and usually they are downcast and apologetic. They shuffle and hang their heads as if they are ashamed to be asking for work. This boy was different. He looked me straight in the eye when he spoke, and I felt an instant twinge of lust deep down inside me. It was too early in the season for me to be looking for casual labour to help with the harvest and except for the paddock I was working on, I had already finished the spring planting. "What do you do?" He flashed me his impish grin. "Just about anything," he said fixing his big brown eyes on mine, and I couldn't help smiling back at him. "Anything?" I asked putting as much meaning as I could into the word. He flushed, aware of the implication of what he had said, but then the grin became broader. "Sure. I'll give anything a go once," he said. "Twice if I like it." I switched off the tractor and climbed down. The boy was about my height which is a whisker short of six foot but where I'm heavily muscled from years of working around the farm, he was trim with very little bulk and a lithe grace to his long limbs. His muscles were defined, and there was a tightness about him that was most apparent in the twin mounds of his gorgeous backside that stretched the thin fabric of his faded blue denim shorts. I extended my hand, which he shook vigorously. "Mike Dewhirst," I said. "Joe." "Just Joe?" He nodded. "Yeah, just Joe." In the bush a man's entitled to tell as much or as little about himself as he chooses, so I didn't press him further. "OK, Just Joe," I said. "We had better see if we can find you something to do. Have you got somewhere to sleep?" He shook his head. "Nah. Been sleeping a bit rough." "OK," I said. "Here's the deal. You can bunk in the spare room and I'll give you three square meals a day. In return I want to see some work out of you. Do a good job and I'll give you a cash bonus as well. Fair go?" He flashed me his most dazzling smile. "You bet!" I must have been mad. There was barely enough work around the place for me to keep myself busy and after a couple of bad seasons I wasn't exactly flush with money. But there was something about Just Joe that made me desperately want to look after him and maybe, just maybe, get into those very tight denim shorts he was wearing. I told myself that I was being stupid. Because the boy was blessed with angelic good looks didn't mean he was queer, and he would probably run a mile if I came on to him. But I was mesmerised and I knew that I had to have him, or at least to try. I left him stacking boxes in the old barn that doubled as a packing shed and went back to the tractor, but it was impossible to concentrate. When I nearly put the tractor through the wire fence at the top end of the paddock I decided it was time to call it a day, and headed back to the barn. I parked the tractor and headed in to see how Just Joe was going. He had finished stacking the boxes and was playing with a whip that he had obviously found hanging on the back of the door with some old harnesses. They had been there since my mother died, which was the last time there had been horses on the property. I had forgotten about the whip. It was a South African police sjambok that my father had brought home with him as a souvenir after a visit to Africa. God knows why. It wasn't the kind of souvenir people normally brought home from their travels but my father must have had his reasons, and the sjambok had hung untouched on the barn door ever since. Just Joe slashed the whip through the air and it made a menacing sound. I winced at the thought of it biting into someone's flesh. The whip was about three feet long with an ebony handle and it tapered from a three-quarter inch diameter at its widest point down to about a quarter inch. It was a cruel implement and I regretted that I had kept it, though I had simply forgotten that it was there. "What is it?" Just Joe asked, swishing it a couple more times. "It's a sjambok," I said. "It's made of rhino hide. The police used to use them in South Africa to keep order." "Did people get whipped with it?" "I guess so," I said. "Jesus. Imagine getting your bum flogged with that. It would hurt like shit." "I reckon that would be an understatement," I said. "It would be sheer brutal fucking torture." "Do you think they tied them up?" I shrugged. "They probably had to. You wouldn't be able to take more than a couple of strokes of that thing if you weren't tied up." Just Joe was breathing heavily and I wondered if the thought of a whipping was turning him on. But I pushed the thought aside. The boy was simply too young and angelic looking to be into that kind of thing. "Did you ever get it?" he asked. "Me? Shit no. That's not my scene." Just Joe ran the whip through his hand almost as if he was caressing it. "You'd have to be a real man to take it, wouldn't you?" he said, his breathing still laboured. "I guess so," I said, taking the sjambok from him and hanging it back on the barn door with the horse leathers. "Come on let's go and eat." Just Joe kept up a cheerful chatter as I prepared dinner, a big bowl of spaghetti and meat sauce, though I didn't learn much more about him except that he had been on the road for a while and had been living on his wits. No mention of home or family and I resisted the urge to ask questions. He would tell me in his own good time if he wanted to and if not, it was none of my business anyway. The farm was a lonely place for much of the time and I was content enough just to have the company of this incredibly attractive young man. He went and had a shower and came back looking clean and scrubbed in loose fitting tracksuit pants and a sleeveless top. He smelt irresistibly of soap and boy, and I had to restrain myself from touching him, from pulling him close to me and burying my face against him. "You smell good," I said and he flashed me his dazzling smile again. He lifted his arm and jokingly thrust his armpit towards my face. The sexual tension was electric, and I wanted to drop everything and take him then and there. "Food," I said firmly, and put two heaped plates down on the kitchen table. After dinner we sat in front of the television for a while but there was nothing much worth watching and when the news came on I said I was going to bed. The truth was that I couldn't stand the tension of being close to him any longer. I wanted him desperately, perhaps more than I had ever wanted another human being, but I was afraid that if I made a wrong move I would frighten him off, that he would sling his meagre possessions into his swag and disappear into the night. I needn't have worried. I was just about to put the light out when Just Joe came into my room. Without waiting to be invited he climbed on to the end of my bed and sat facing me with his arms wrapped around his knees. He looked at me seriously, his big brown eyes searching mine. "Can I ask you a question, Mike?" "Sure." "You won't go crook on me?" "Of course not," I said. "Why should I?" "It's kind of personal." "Like?" "Like does it hurt getting fucked up the bum?" I was taken aback. The question took me totally by surprise. "What makes you think I would know?" I said lamely and Just Joe snorted. "Aw, come on,"he said. "I'm not fucking stupid. You've been perving on my bum ever since I got here." "OK, "I said "It can be painful and it can be the most wonderful sensation you can imagine. It depends. The first few times usually hurt a bit and after that you learn to relax and it gets easier." "Does it hurt a lot the first time?" "If the guy who's fucking you has a big cock and you're not used to it yes, I guess it can do." "Have you got a big cock?" "Yes." "How big?" I laughed. "Big." I pulled the sheet back to show him. "Holy shit!" "Don't worry I'm not going to try and fuck you if you don't want me to." Just Joe looked indignant. "Who said I didn't want you to?" "I thought you were afraid it would hurt." "That doesn't mean I don't want you to do it." This conversation was making me unbelievably horny. Just Joe was undoubtedly the most sexually provocative young man I had ever set eyes on and I knew I had to have him. I also knew that if he was a virgin I was probably going to hurt him and that worried me, even though he didn't seem to care. "Are you sure about this? I'm serious about it hurting." "So am I," Just Joe said, breathing heavily, very turned on now. He licked his dry lips a couple of times. "Have you fucked a lot of men?" "Yes," I said. "I've fucked a lot of men." Joe moved up the bed so that he could reach under the sheet and take my big cock in his hand. "What about guys my age?" "Yes," I said. "Guys your age." "Did they take it like men? The young guys, I mean" "Sometimes. Not always. Some guys don't cope too well with a big cock like mine." "Did they cry?" "Sometimes. That's nothing to be ashamed of. It can make it easier." "Did you enjoy hurting them?" I had never really thought about it. Pain and sex often went together and most of the men I'd had sex with had been willing to tolerate any pain there may have been in return for the pleasure that inevitably followed. I had never consciously taken pleasure in hurting another man, though now I thought about it I realised that I did get a buzz when my big, thrusting cock caused a partner to gasp and cry out or plead with me to go easy. "It can be a turn on," I said. "But don't worry. I won't be rough on you." "You don't have to go easy for my sake," Just Joe said. "I'm not a kid. I want you to fuck me like you fuck a man." His boyish looks belied his protest. He looked much more like a frightened boy, and it made me want him all the more. His face was pale beneath his mop of blond curls and I could see the apprehension in his big brown eyes. At that moment I needed to pull him close to me and cuddle him, to reassure him. I was going to fuck him---I was going to fuck him hard---and it was going to be an intensely emotional experience for both of us, but for him it was also going to be an initiation rite that would take him across a deep, storm-tossed river of pain and into the sunny meadowlands of pleasure that lay beyond. I lifted the sheet so that he could slide in next to me then wrapped my arms tightly around him as he snuggled up to me. Our faces were close and our mouths met, lips parting to let each other in, tongues exploring, pressed against each other in an intensity of passion. My hands roamed his body, stroking the firm round cheeks of his buttocks, slipping off his clothes so that he was naked against me, and my fingers toyed with the wiry curls of blond hair on the inside of his muscular young thighs before moving up to lightly touch his balls and the hard tumescent shaft of his manhood. I reached over for a tube of lubricant that I kept on the bedside table and squeezed some onto my index finger. I found his tight puckered hole but it resisted the intrusion and I had to force my finger into him causing him to let out a small yelp of surprise which he quickly stifled, not wanting to show weakness. He wrapped his hand around my cock, in awe of its length. I was fully hard now and its big distended veins throbbed to his touch. "Fuck, it's big," he said. "It's fucking mega huge." "And it's going right up you," I said. His whole body began to tremble and I had to hold him tightly to keep him still. "What if I can't take it?" "I might have to tie you to the bed." "Would you do that?" "Do you want me to?" "Yes." The word came out as a hoarse whisper, barely audible. I fetched lengths of nylon cord from a scrap box in the hall cupboard and when I came back into the bedroom Just Joe was lying naked on his back on top of the sheets, arms and legs spread wide. He was a delectable sight with his tanned young body spread out in readiness for me, big sexy nipples like two dark crowns against his hairless chest and his hard cock rising out of a lovely little blond pubic bush, flat up against his taut belly, signifying his eagerness for what was to come. His vulnerability made me want to gather him up and cradle him in my arms for an altogether more gentle experience, but I could see the determination in his face. He wanted me to tie him up, and he wanted me to fuck him hard, to show me that he was a man who could take it, no matter how painful. He was nervous, but he still managed to flash me his cheeky grin as I looped the nylon cord around his left wrist and tied it off to the bed head, repeating it with the other wrist so that he was immobilised with his arms spread wide behind his head. He tested the bonds, checking that I had trussed him tightly enough, nodding his approval. I placed a pillow under him, raising up his arse, and then recommenced my intrusion of his tight hole with my greased finger, massaging it gently in and out to relax him. Soon he was loose enough to take a second finger, showing no signs of discomfort. I lifted his legs up over my shoulders and pushed the head of my sheathed cock up against him "Ready?" He fixed his eyes on mine and I could see his need. "Fuck me good and hard, Mike," he said. "Really let me have it." I gave him the lot in one hard, merciless thrust, battering through his resistance and stretching him wide to take the entire length of my great thick rod. The tears welled in his dark eyes. His body writhed beneath me, thrashing against his bonds, trying desperately to expel the massive weapon on which I had impaled him. "Oh Jesus!" he shouted. "Please...I don't think I can take it." I pulled back slightly but only a few inches then banged it back in harder than the first time and he yelled again, more loudly. "Jesus, it hurts!" "That's what you want isn't it?" I said. "You want to feel my great big cock stretching your tight little man cunt." He continued struggling but the more he tried to push me out, the deeper he let me in. "Take it like a man!" I snarled. "Or am I going to have to give you a session with the sjambok so you can learn what real pain is all about?" I slapped him hard, twice, to emphasise my words. "Please, Mike...." He bit on his lip, struggling manfully to hold back the tears. "You wanted it hard," I said, "you're getting it hard." He was so incredibly tight that my every punishing thrust sent a shudder of pain through him. But he took it without a whimper, and his face showed the turmoil as he fought for control. This was his initiation, his river of pain, and we both knew that I mustn't spare him even though there would be a long way to go before we reached the other side. My cock was like a piston, relentless, until at last he began to relax, lifting his arse slightly to meet the upward thrusts, savouring the momentary respite of each brief withdrawal. He even managed a small wry smile, and I knew then that he was winning the inner battle. I could feel the first stirrings of release deep down in my balls as my cock continued to pound him. And then we were across the river and the contortions of Just Joe's angelic young face told me that his pain was rapidly dissolving into ecstasy. He bucked his hips, pushing forward to meet my thrusts and the wry smile became a broad grin as he began to manipulate my cock, working the tight ring of his sphincter around my shaft. "YES!" It was a yell of triumph. He was taking control now, dictating the pace as he humped his arse against me, drawing me into him. "Fuck me with that fat cock. Fuck me hard." I continued to thrust into him, grunting now with the exertion and the nearness of my release, and Just Joe was a wild thing beneath me, thrashing his body, tugging at the restraints that held him to the bed, screaming at me to fuck him harder. He began moaning, not in pain, but with uncontrolled passion. `FUCK ME!" he yelled and I quickened my pace, pounding him harder, pounding him faster, banging my cock into him in a fury of lust. `YES!!!! FUCK MY ARSE! FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG COCK!" We were both out of control now, beyond reason. I was grunting like an animal as I pounded my cock into him while Just Joe continued to scream at me to fuck him harder. We came at the same moment, me with my big cock buried deep inside him and Just Joe shooting powerful spurts of creamy white jism into his hair, into his face, on to his chest, on to his flat rippled belly, spurt after spurt shooting out of his rock hard cock until it was impossible for him to shoot any more and we collapsed together, breathless from our exertion. Finally I raised the energy to untie his bonds and we held each other tightly. We lay together like that for a long time, too exhausted to speak. Just Joe snuggled against me, his mop of blond curls resting on my chest. "Mike...." "Mmmmmm?" "Would you do something for me?" "Mmmmm." "Fuck me again," he said. (Copyright) Hornblower 2002

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Date: Fri, 13 Dec 2002 13:32:10 -0700 From: Richard Barber <eyeMrich1@hotmail.com> Subject: Condo Living, Part 3, Cock Slave. Condo Living 1:29 PM 12/13/2002 Story by R C Barber Copyright Pending 02/2002 EyeMrich1@hotmail.com This is an adult man-to-man sexual related story. If you are offended by man sex or Domination then leave now. Otherwise enjoy the fantasies and love relations between men. PART 3 COCK SLAVE "You are a good cock slave," Peter said as he pushed him away from his cock. August slowly arose from the bench hoping not to lose the entire warm cum now filling his well-fucked ass. He slowly walked over to the nearby toilet to reluctantly release his master's sperm from his own body. He wished it could remain but knew if he was to be fucked again tonight, he would have to deposit Peter's load. He did his deposit as Peter was heading towards the open shower. He said to August as he got finished, "Finish there and take a good shower. I might want to repeat this before I go in the house." Peter went over to the shower and turned on the water as August finished at the stool. Peter was showering as August joined him in the refreshing water. "Wow. How did I get into this wild session with my neighbors? I was wondering what my roommates would think of me if they knew. How would I ever explain this if it should ever come up?" I was thinking to myself as I showered with this hunk. Peter was such a hot and demanding stud. I assumed he enjoyed our sex as much as I had. I am looking forward to another session yet I was wondering if he really wanted to repeat our wild fucking. Sometimes after one has gotten their nuts off, they change their attitude. I looked over at Peter as he turned off our shower. He reached for a towel and handed me another one nearby. He smiled at me and then flipped his towel at my butt. I smiled back and flipped mine back in a playful gesture. Then we both laughed. "I hope you are all right with this," Peter said as he continued to dry himself. I felt better with his comment as I continued to dry his back with my towel. I was starting to get aroused again looking at his great body and that horse cock. "I can't believe I took that fireman hose," I said as I gazed admiring at his huge cock as I was drying. Peter laughed proudly and grabbed his dick once again and playfully grabbed at my ass. I quickly moved away. He suddenly pulled me over to him and turned me around with my bare butt backed up against his body. I wasn't sure if I was ready to take it again but he was very strong and commanding. He held me in his strong arms then gently started kissing the back of my neck, reaching around pulling on my hard cock as he held me. I could then feel his cock already starting to get hard again. "You ready for my love cock back in your love canal again? You have me aroused again and you are such a good fuck. How can I resist you?" Peter said as he once again started to finger my ass. He had already pulled my ass cheeks apart and was aiming the head of his cock into my hole. He walked me over to the nearby work out bench. He turned me to face him and laid me down pulling my legs over his shoulders. He was going to fuck me while I was on my backside. I was getting in position as he put the head of his cock into my hole. I reached around to guide it in my well-lubed hole. He pushed slowly and it went right in without any effort. I shook with delight as his 11 inches slid all the way. Peter shook too and laughed lightly as he looked down at me. I almost came as he entered. Peter moved his cock in me as he held my legs apart like a wishbone. Then he placed them on his shoulders and leaned forward over my body. I like the feel of his strong, warm, muscular body against mine and his huge cock in my ass. Then he started his manly fucking again as I put my arms around his neck and pulled him into me. "Oh yes, baby. You like my cock in your fuck hole. I like it too. Wow! That feels so good!" Peter commented as he started his plunge into me once again. I wasn't aware at that moment that two of the other firemen had quietly entered the room and were standing behind us. They were watching Peter's cock going into my willing ass. I saw Brad and Carl's reflection in the wall mirror. They were both removing their shorts and were jacking on their cocks. Both of the men had very good size cocks and even though I had sucked them both off within the last two hours, they were horny again. I didn't mind them watching because I was enjoying Peter's cock in me. They must have been fascinated by the show we were putting on. I realized Peter was aware of their presence because he motioned for them to come closer. Carl didn't hesitate and came right over and placed his cock into my mouth. His balls were rubbing on my cheeks as he moved in my mouth. I could already taste his sweet pre-cum. "We have a winner here, Peter. What a sex machine! Fuck that ass, Peter. That punk is in heaven," Carl said as he talked to Peter while looking down at his cock going into my mouth. "Fuck him hard. Give it to him, dude. Fuck that punk's ass. Hey, Brad. Come over here and sit on this whore's face. Let him eat your ass. He need a hot ass to eat." Brad came around to the other side of the bench and straddled my head and squatted on my face. He lowered his tight butt hole over my face as I guided his hole to my mouth. I looked up at his tasty hole and quickly stuck my tongue to his hole. I had been there before and knew how Brad loved my tongue in his ass. I pulled his body down on my face as Peter banged away at my ass. Brad's balls now were resting on my forehead. I was licking his hole as I sniffed his warm, hairy balls. Carl stood to the side enjoying the show while he jacked on his uncut cock. Carl had a beautiful low-hanging uncut cock. His hands held onto his balls as his other hand pumped on his cock. I wanted his cock back in my mouth again but Brad had taken my face to use for ass. I would get back to Carl later. I was really in a cocksucker's heaven. I was getting fucked by a huge cock and eating out this hot man now sitting on my face. I could feel Brad's balls sitting on my forehead and his asshole puckering on my tongue. I tongue-fucked him deep and hard as he jacked off his cock. I was really getting excited and could feel Peter's huge cock swelling in me. He started to fuck harder and wilder. He was gasping as he started to pump his load into my ass once again. His sweat was rolling down his body and dripping onto my stomach. Brad moved off my face and stood behind Peter waiting for him to pull out so he could fuck me next. Peter pulled out slowly as I lowered my legs, easing his cock out. Before I could move away Brad lifted my legs back into the air and placed his cock into my wet hole. It wasn't as large as Peter's but it was very large around. He was so excited he shoved it in with one lunge. I gasped and shot my load all over my chest. He didn't wait but started to pump his cock into me. He rubbed my fresh cum with his hand and placed it in my face. I licked his hand and fingers tasting my own cum. Brad looked into my eyes as he fucked my tight hole. "This is a good piece of ass, Peter. Where did you find this one? Is this the cocksucker from next door? He has such ass muscle control," Brad said to Peter as if I was not present. He looked back down at me and said, "You are a handsome son of a bitch and what a tight fuck. I thought after Peter fucked your ass, it would be all out of shape. Good fuck, good fuck. I don't think I can hold out too long. Oh, baby. You are hot," Brad said as he cautiously moved in and out of August's asshole so as not to cum too quickly. While Brad was fucking my ass, Peter sat to my side and Carl squatted over my face lowering his hairy ass on my willing tongue. I was being used again by these hot men. I was pleased I could get them so excited. I could taste the musk of Carl's hot ass hole and quickly lapped the brown tasty lips of his hole. I tongue fucked him like I had done Brad earlier. He squirmed as his balls rested on my chin. He was facing Brad and they would occasionally bump bodies. The sweat from both their bodies was now dripping onto my stomach and on my hard cock and balls. I tongue-fucked Carl's ass and penetrated his hole. My tongue plunged in and out of his hole as he squatted deeper on my face. Brad was still fucking me hard and rough. He leaned into Carl's sweaty body and put his head next to Carl. He was so turned on by our three-way that he was not going to last too long. He started to fuck faster and faster, then he shouted out as he pumped a hot load into my asshole. He continued to fuck and talk. "Oh, my God. I am going to cum in this hot young man's fucking tight ass. I'm cumming. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh yeah! Uuuuggggg!" Brad yelled out as his cock pumped his load into me. I could feel his spurting cum hitting the sides of my ass lining. He shook and leaned into Carl for support and put his arms around his waist as he came. Carl was getting so hot I was expecting him to cum also but instead Carl moved away from my face and went to take Brad's place in my asshole. As soon as Brad pulled out, Carl moved in. He was still hard from my ass rimming and placed his cock into my juicy hole. I was still filled with Peter's and Brad's cum. I was immediately impaled my Carl's hard cock. I was still enjoying my fuck session but my legs were beginning to get numb. I moved then around Carl's waist. Peter was aware of my situation and positioned my legs in a more convertible location then he sat at my head and placed his semi-hard cock across my forehead. It was still dripping with pre-cum and juice from fucking me. I looked up at his face as Carl was fuck me. He held my head as he rubbed his cock over my face wiping his cum juices on me. Carl fucked and fucked me in as many positions as he could without cumming too quickly. I was enjoying his body movements. He too liked to talk to me as he fucked and used my ass. "You are a good fuck, man. Take this cock. Take it all the way. Feel those balls hitting your fucking ass? Those balls are going to unload in your sweet asshole. Yeah. That is good. I'm going to cum in your hot fucking ass, you asshole. You like that uncut cock, huh? OK, babe, you are going to take my hot load. Oh yeah, Oh yeah. That is good. Oh fuck. I'm cumming. Awwwwww, yea, Awwwwww oh man, fuck." Carl kept talking even as he finished shooting his load. "Oh yeah, oh yeah. What a good fuck. Want it again, Peter? It is really full of cum now. Man, that is good ass. Good ass." Carl slowly pulled out, letting the cum run down my ass cheek and on the bench. I lowered my legs and put my feet on the floor. My cock was still hard but I was too exhausted to cum again. Peter was still straddling my head with his cock laying on my forehead and clear down to my lips. I could taste his pre-cum oozing from his cock. I looked up at his handsome face as he looked down at me and smiled. "Are you all right?" he said to me in a concerned voice. I nodded my head and licked on his cock juice. "Want to fuck me again, sir?" I said to Peter. He laughed and said. "You are O.K., cocksucker. Get the fuck up. Here, drink some water." He said as he handed me a bottle of water. He took another one and poured it over my head. I sat up, caught my breath and took a long drink of his water. He was looking deeply at me as he straddled the bench next to me. "You are a real cock hound, cumsucker, man whore. Aren't you?" Peter said. "Not normally, but I got caught up in this orgy besides, who could resist four hot and hunk stud firemen?" I smiled at Peter as the other two men sat drinking their water. I wanted to lick on that uncut cock of Carl's again before he left but figured I had better stop while I was ahead. I kept watching Carl as he stood by the mirror with his long cock still handing down his leg. Peter saw me admiring his cock and knew I wanted him again. "Carl, come back over here so this cock slave can clean that uncut hose of yours before you shower. He needs to be trained right," Peter said. Carl looked over in surprise and hesitated for a moment then understood Peter's motive. Carl walked over to August and pulled his head towards his soft cock. Peter sat there to watch him service Carl's cock again. August gladly took Carl's uncut cock and placed his tongue into the long section of foreskin. He could taste the remaining cum from the latest fuck up his own ass. He had never gotten this kinky but he considered himself to be the cock slave and ass whore to these four men. He continued his procedure as Carl closed his eyes and let August clean his cock. He had never had a tongue work on his sensitive uncut cock this way. It felt so good with that warm tongue lapping away at his cock. Cleaning and tasting his remaining cum under his foreskin. No one had ever serviced him this way before and he was going to enjoy every moment of pleasure. Even his ex-wife stayed away from his uncircumcised big cock. Now he had someone who appreciated his body and cock. August was really a good cock slave and enjoyed a good uncut man's cock. He knew he was going to get hard once again while he was servicing his cock. August continued over and under his foreskin and then licked and cleaned his balls. Carl lifted his one leg on the bench and said to August, "Lick my balls and clean out that asshole again, punk. You are an ass licker as well as an ass whore. Lick that ass. Yeah, that is good. I just may want you to do that every day after my workout. Would you like that, cocksucker?" Then he lowered his leg and shoved August's mouth back to his cock. "You want another load from that hose?" Carl said as he pumped his cock in his mouth once more. August could not speak with his mouth full of cock but mumbled and nodded his head. It wasn't long before Carl was hard and was pumping into August again. Peter watched very closely as his cock slave was enjoying the taste of Carl's uncut cock. He had never seen Carl's cock this close. It was interesting to see this uncut cock come out of the long foreskin to get pleasure from August's warm and talented cocksucking mouth. Carl continued to pump away until he shot his load into August's mouth. August was drinking down the juices as quickly as possible but Carl shot so much it was now dripping from August mouth. Peter got even closer and put his finger in August mouth along with Carl's cock, to feel the warm cum dripping from his mouth. Peter could not resist placing his hand to Carl's dripping cum then place it to his own mouth to taste. It didn't taste bad at all; in fact, it was rather sweet and tasty. He understood now why August was such a cum slave. Carl patted August on his head as he pulled his spent cock out of him. He then picked up his shorts, gave a quick thumbs-up and left the gym and went back to the house. Brad had finished his shower and he also left the gym leaving an exhausted and satisfied August and Peter sitting on the bench. "Well, August, do you think you have had enough for tonight?" Peter said as he loving looked at August. He had never had such a good time in one night. He realized he had a good piece of ass and didn't want to lose it. This dude was not only a man's man but he was a good-looking stud himself with a big cock and a sweet fuckable ass. "I think I should head for my hole and get back to my condo," he said. He was aware that Peter was looking seriously at him and would occasionally adjust his balls and cock on the bench. Peter was a hot man, with a hot and big satisfying cock. "There is one more thing I want you to do. I want you to bend over that bench one more time and let me make love to you ass again. I am not going to fuck you. I just want to eat your ass out one more time. I don't know how to say this, but I want to eat the cum from you ass. The cum my buddies deposited in your love canal." August looked quickly at Peter as he looked directly into eyes. He was sincere. He wanted to eat his ass and slurp out his buddies' cum. How hot and kinky, he thought to himself. August slowly got up, positioned himself over the bench and offered his ass still full of cum, to Peter. Peter got on his knees and kissed August ass. He parted his buttocks gently and moved his face into his butt. He started kissing his ass crack and on to the entrance of his ass hole. He was making love to the sweet pink asshole that he and his firemen buddies had used to deposit their cum. It was sweet to the taste yet had a musk smell and the salty taste of man sweat. Peter put his tongue deeper into August's asshole and tongue-fucked him deeply and quickly. It was more exciting that eating his girl's pussy. He heard August sigh and start to jack himself off while Peter licked on his hole. Peter continued his tongue-fucking motions until he started to suck on his hole. He could taste the cum from the ass and it was good. He pulled August down on his face as he fell to the floor. August's asshole was directly over the stud that had fucked him earlier. Peter was now sucking on this sweet ass until he realized August was gradually releasing the warm cum from his body. Peter was now drinking his buddies' juices from his man whore's ass. August suddenly spoke out to his ass sucker. "Peter, please fuck me again before I cum. I need your cock in me again. You make me feel so good. I am your ass whore. Please fuck me. Please, sir," August begged his ass eater. It did not take a second plea for Peter to stand up and put his cock in August's ass. It went right in as August sighed and gasped. Peter started his normal fuck but was so hot eating the ass that it did not take him long before he shot another hot load into his man whores ass. Just as he came in August, August shot his load all over the bench again. This time August thought he had enough for one afternoon. It had been an unusual and fulfilling event. It was about time that his roommates would be coming home and he needed to make an appearance before they wondered were he was. Peter looked rather exhausted too. Besides why spoil them so quickly? There was plenty of time for more hot sessions with these hot and horny firemen. "Hey, Peter, don't you think we should rest? I should be getting back to my 'hole' in the wall," I said referring to the crawl hole between our gyms. I lay in my cum on the workout bench as Peter pulled his 11-inch cock slowly out of my well-used ass. I had gotten accustomed to his cock but was not tired of it or him. He was such a wild fuck and such a demanding master. I was already looking forward to our next sex session. "I guess we should call it a day, but don't think I am finished with you yet. I will let you go today back to your 'hole' but remember who your master is. I need to get some rest anyway. I think I have duty for the next few days and won't be around here as much. I want you to service the other men and treat them as you would me." Then he added, "But not better!" Peter slapped me hard on the butt. I was pleased he enjoyed being with me. I'd even seen a little bit of jealousy. I was flattered. I had a grin on my face as I joined Peter in the shower. "I saw that," Peter said as I approached him. Then he laughed and smiled back at me and threw me the soap. I missed and it fell to the floor. "Oh, no, you don't. I am not going to pick that up with you around." I said as Peter laughed and handed me his soap. Then he playfully grabbed me and started soaping down my body and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Peter looked at me and said, "I have a little present for you before you leave. I want to give you something to remember me next time you jack off. You know that last fuck we had? Well, I put a condom on and came in it instead of your sweet ass. Here is some cum for you to taste over the next few days. I know you are such a cum slut. I will get the other dudes to fill some rubbers for you too so you can have a good time remembering us. I realize you like fresh cum the best, but this should hold you over." Peter handed me the cum-filled condom. It was twisted so the cum would not run out. I blushed as I took it in my hands and kissed his hand. He smiled as I looked at the big load he had put in the condom even after he had all ready cum 3 times. I was looking forward to our next live load. End of Part 3, Condo Living, Cock Slave. If you want more of this story or have any comments, please e-mail me at EyeMrich1@juno.com Sir Richard

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Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2002 14:55:41 -0700 From: Richard Barber Subject: Condo Living Part 2, Peter's Peter Condo Living Story by RC Barber Copyright 12/2002 EyeMrich1@hotmail.com This is an adult man to man sexual related story. If you are offended by man sex or Domination then leave now otherwise enjoy the fantasies and love relations between men. Part 2 PETER'S PETER "Hey, Peter. How's it hanging? Robin called out to his partner fireman. "It's hanging lose but needs someone to swing on it." Peter said as he grabbed his dick in his tight fitting spandex shorts. They both laughed. "Not me, you horse cock sex maniac. Don't come near me while I'm in the shower. I've seen you in action and man and you have no mercy." Robin said as he continued his shower. Peter went over to the urinal and pulled his tight spandex shorts down over his hips so he could manage to pull out his cock. "I have been out ridding that new Italian bike of mine. It is awesome. I think I went over 15 miles today and my balls ache from the seat. Either that or all that load I have been carrying around this week." Peter continued to chat with Robin as he finished up his shower. Robin reached for the nearby towel and continued drying as Peter was finishing his pissing. Peter left his spandex shorts still around his hips as he set on the nearby bench and continued to pull off his riding shoes. His cock and balls rested between his legs. After he removed his shoes, he continued to pull his shorts over hips, down his legs and over his bare feet. Peter stood up and pulled on his cock and balls. His cock was very large even soft. Peter continued to adjust his cock and air out his ball after being contained in his tight spandex. His uncircumcised cock hung down about 7 inches. He had big hairy balls; one hanging lower than the other but still perfect in every way. "Man am I glad to get those things off. Now I can breath." He said as he once again pulling on his cock and scratching his smooth hairless balls. He glanced over to the closet where the hole remained in the closet wall. He took a closer look then said to Robin, "When did that hole emerge? I thought that was covered up when those gay dudes left. Are they back? I could sure use some action again. " Robin spoke up casually to Peter. "Oh yea. I was going to tell you about it but you just got here. Someone is over there because I got one of the best blowjob I ever had about 15 minutes ago. I could be wrong but I think someone is still at the hole and ready for more action." Robin said "You ass hole! You were going to keep this action for yourself. Man, I am going to try it out. Hope they are still there cause my cock is dying for a draining." Peter said as he headed toward the closet. He bent over slightly to see if he could see anyone. Then he stood there playing with his balls waiting for a response. I was nervously excited as I saw him approach the hole. My first thoughts frightened me at his overpowering masculinity. Perhaps he did want some action after all. I placed my finger in the hole but quickly withdrew it. That was just the sign that Peter needed. He walked slowly towards the hole as I watched his growing cock. Peter was a good-looking man but was so `moncho', I didn't think he would consider letting a cocksucker suck on his cock. He definitely was a ladies stud. His dick flopped around when I first saw it soft but now that it was starting to get harder. This was going to be a challenge because it was so big. His cock was semi-cut. As it got harder the cock head began to slowly slip out of his foreskin revealing a big tulip shaped pink head. His cock was darker than Robin's cock and much bigger. I sensed that he shaved his balls because they were completely hairless and smooth. Robin was still drying by the shower but was eyeing Peter as he stood by the hole. still playing with his cock. Robin was starting to get hard anticipating the action. Perhaps Robin was fantasizing about what he would do with Peter's big cock if he had the opportunity. Men like looking at other men's cock and even wish they had the nerve to touch and caress their sex organs. I motioned once more hoping Peter would let me get it hard before he got it in the hole. He immediately adjusted his balls and placed the head of his growing cock into the hole. I gently guided it with one hand as I placed my tongue to his piss slot to taste his juicy pre-cum. This cock was going to be a challenge, but an exciting one. It was growing at an alarming rate. Robin was correct when he said Peter had a horse cock. Now that I had rested from sucking off the other 3 firemen's wonderful cocks, I was prepared to make love to the 4th cock in one afternoon. I had turned into a real man whore cock-sucking slut, and I loved it. I pulled his cock into the hole, as I was about to worship this studs big cock. I was admiring how perfectly beautiful his cock head was. It was so smooth, and the cock shaft was firm with a big piss slot opening. Down one side was the hint of blood vessels holding up his huge manhood. It keep growing and growing until it must have been a good 10 1/2 to 11 inches just on my side of the wall. His smooth hairless balls hung down another 3 inches. I knew I could not suck this one off because I could never relax my mouth to take it all the way. I would have to use hand manipulations on him. I wanted to please him so I started to lick, kiss and rub my tongue around the head tasting his sweet pre-cum. I could taste and smell some of his body sweat and a manly musk scent under his balls. His foreskin had the taste of pre-cum. He was a hot and sensuous man with lots of sexy smells. I was enjoying his manhood and was trying to please this hunk. I would occasionally set back just to look and admire his huge manly cock then go back to make love to it once more. Robin was still in the gym watching but then he called out to Peter and said he was leaving. Peter moaned something back to Robin as I continued to suck on Peter. After a few minutes he slowly pulled his cock from my mouth. Peter leaned over to the opening of the glory hole and said to me. "Hey dude. You are doing a fantastic job but I am hard to get off this way. You are good but it would be better if you could come to this side of the wall. I would like to shove my cock up your ass. Are you willing to try? This closet has a larger opening. If you want to come over I can open it from this side. You will have to crawl though the opening and come to my side. Do you want to come over?" Peter asks. I was willing to try because I wanted his cock in the worst way. I didn't usually take a cock up the ass but it might be exciting to try. I placed my mouth to the hole and said. " Yeah, I will give it a try but won't promise you anything." Then I heard some locks being released from his side and with some effort he pulled open a small door at the bottom of the closet. I didn't know it was there because it had been painted over. He pulled once more and it opened. He reached his large strong hand through to me as I crawled to my destiny. I was rather nervous at this new adventure and though how silly I must have looked as I crawled into his area. I already had taken my shirt off but still had on my shorts and work boots. My pants were still opened where I had been jacking myself off. "Hey Dude." Peter said as he offered my hand. "Are you sure you are gay? You look as straight as we do. You're a good-looking dude. I can see your work out." "Hey." I said back as Peter looked me up and down. "My name is August. I just moved in next door this past month. I was working on the storage shed when I discovered this hole in the wall." He was still as nude as before but looking even better. He was a very sexy looking man. More like a young Yule Brenner only with more muscles. I looked shyly at him as I shook his hand and impulsively place my other hand around his big cock. He laughed as he hit me on the back and said. "Yeah, you're a cock sucker all right. You like that cock, don't you? I haven't had any good sex for about a month and I am tired beating my meat 2 times a day. I sure hope you can manage to take my cock up your ass. I promise I will be gently, at first, but I won't promise you what will happen after I get it in. I am like a wild stallion once I get it going." Peter said as he started inspecting my body and feeling my ass. I was still caressing his cock as he spoke. I didn't mind him calling be a cocksucker. In fact, I was proud to suck his manly cock. I didn't even look up when I said. "Hey stud. I am going to be your `mare in heat' and hope you can manage to hold on. I need your cock up my pussy ass." Then I dropped to my knees as I started to wet his cock again for the entry. He sighed out again and said. "Oh boy, this is what I have been waiting for; a man that can take it like a man. I want us to take our time. I'm sure no one will bother us for a while, and even if they do, they can join us." Peter said as I sucked on his cock getting it hard once again. I continued to lick on his smooth balls as I removed my shorts over my work boots. Peter waited patiently until I was undressed then he pulled me up in his strong arms. He placed his arms around my body caressing my ass and spreading my buttocks for inspection. I turned so my ass was facing him and leaned over the bench to give him full access to my ass. I did feel like a Mare in heat waiting for the stud cock to penetrate my pussy. He wet his fingers and placed them to my ass hole wetting the opening. His cock was wet from my sucking and his pre-cum as he pulled my muscular tight buttocks apart. One of his fingers quickly went into my ass. I jumped at the sudden intrusion hopefully anticipated the entry of his man tool. I had not been fucked for several months so felt like a new virgin. I wasn't sure if I could manage his large cock but was so engrossed with this man, that I was willing to do it. My body was wet and sweaty from the heat of the room. I could feel his large masculine finger working my hole. Then he dropped to his knees behind my ass still feeling it with his wet fingers. And gently place it into my hole. It felt good already. He then placed his face into my ass and started licking up and down my butt crack with his nose and tongue searching for my hole. He found it quickly and placed his long hot tongue into my hole quickly moving in and out of my sensitive willing hole. He ate my ass rough and hard as I sighed at his deep tonguing. His rough unshaven beard rubbed against my butt cheeks adding to the wild sensation of this butch hot man eating out his pussy boy. He continued to eat my ass then immediately pulled away taking a deep breath as I could hear his say. "Nice sweet hole, better than pussy. Love your pussy ass, man." Then he went back in for more. He continued for a few more minuets then quickly stood up and placed 2 of his fingers back into my relaxed hole. "Now I think that pussy ass is ready for a nice stud fucking." Peter said as he parted my buttocks again and with one hand on his cock and one on my back, started to place his cock head into my wanting hole. I felt it start in then he paused. I could feel the head ease in. He pushed in again and the cock head went right in. I gasp with delight. He moved in slowly but deliberately and put the whole 11 inches into me. I immediately let out a moan and came all over the floor by the bench. He paused as I had my orgasm, then started to push in and out of my warm ass hole. "Oh, Man. You are so tight. This is hot. Oh yeah. Good pussy ass." Peter said as he started to gradually move in and out of my ass. I thought I would have a hard time with his big cock but it felt so good in me. I was still leaning over the bench with my cock hanging down. Perhaps this position was good. I rested my body as I let Peter have himself with me. He was a hot fucker. I could feel his balls hitting against my balls as he went in and out of me. Peter started talking dirty to me as he fucked harder and harder. "You like that cock up your ass, don't you cock sucker? It's better than a pussy and I don't have to worry about getting you knocked up. Man, this is heaven. You are my man whore. I am you stud cock and you are my fuck mare. Your ass is mine. Isn't it? Answer me pussy ass. You are my man whore." Then he slapped my butt as he pumped into me. "Yes sir. I am your man whore. I am your pussy Mare to fuck, as you like. You are my stud cock and I am your man pussy. Oh, fuck me, sir, fuck me." I said as he plowed into me harder at each plunge. Then he would slap me again harder than before. Peter was getting more and more excited but still did not want to cum in his new found man whore. He was going to enjoy this pussy ass. It had been sometime since he had fucked any pussy or ass. Especially a man ass. Most of his women couldn't take his big cock. Only a whore he would visit in Oakland could half way satisfy him. This man whore was the best ever. He enjoyed being able to shove it in without complaints. He knew he could be rough with him because he was a man. He finally found a man that could take it and make Peter happy. He was enjoying this ass tremendously. He would pull his cock all the way out of his new pussy ass, then let himself shove it all the way into August. His ass whore was enjoying his rough but loving moves. He could feel his balls hit August balls each time he went all the way in. He would move around and around making his big cock feel so good. He knew his man whore was enjoying it too because he would hear a sigh or a moan of ecstasy as he fucked. This pleased him. He knew he was about to cum so he would slow down to let his cock soak in the tight ass provided to him. He paused for awhile to let his man whore rest, then started in again. August could feel the huge cock of Peter stop and felt back to caress his balls. He felt the warm pre-cum juices oozing from his ass. He brought his hand back to his mouth to taste the warm cum and the dripping sweat from Peter's body. He started backing into Peter letting him know he was his and needed his cum in his hole. Peter responded with a deep lunge almost knocking August over the bench. August gasps but braced himself on the bench and sighed as Peter studded him. August had never enjoyed a fuck so much in his life. He wanted it to last forever. Peter knew he could not hold out much longer so he started once again with his long deep plunges. Peter would pull it almost all the way out of August's ass then plunge it deeply in again. Then Peter started plunging deeper and harder. He held onto August's ass plunging harder and wilder each time as his big balls hit against August. It was happening. Peter started to unload all of the cum he had been holding back. It felt so good to both men as the sighed moaned and gasps. Peter let out a deep growl and shook with spasms of delight. His body felt so good as he went into a trace of enjoyment cumming in his man whore. His eyes closed and he felt as if he would black out from the sensation. Cumming was such a fantastic feeling. Peter couldn't hold back his feelings as he spouted out lode and dirty words of love to his man whore. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. I am cumming, cumming in my man whore; you feel that cock, cocksucker? Take that mother. Yeah, Yeah. That's it fucker. Drain that juice you whore, you hungry fucking man whore. Oh yea...fuck, fuck, fuck. I' m cumming. Awwwwww." Peter blurted out. August felt his cock coming at the same time. His ass tightened heightening the already great feeling of both their orgasms. His own cum shot into the air and down his leg while Peter unloaded his fireman's 11 inch hose up his ass. Peter came so much August could feel the trickle of warm cum and his ass juices running down his leg and into his boot. He came again for the second time as Peter used his ass. He and Peter was both yelling out in ecstasy as they had their orgasms. Both men fell forward on the bench with legs still on the floor. August's cum was dripping down his leg as Peter's cum was oozing out of August well-used ass. After a long and wonderful pause, Peter lifted his sweaty body off August with his cock still in his ass. He slapped his buttock again and said. "You are a man's man. You can really take it. I have never had such a good orgasm. You're ass is mine, I guess you know it. I'll be off two days and I want you here to satisfy me." Then Peter slowly started to pull out his cock and let the warm juices flow down August ass. "You are not finished yet, cock sucker. Clean off my cock. You were a good fuck and you deserve to taste my love juices. Now get your mouth on it and do a good job of cleaning it. That's it cocksucker. Clean it good. Now lick my balls. Get all those juices." Peter continued to instruct August. Peter's cock was still wet and shinning from the cum and ass juices. He started to milk down his cock of the remaining cum but instead he pulled August's head down on his cock to honor him with his remaining sperm. August gladly took his master cock and milked down the godly nectar severing the cum and licking his semi-hard cock. August could still taste Peter's body sweat and musky balls. He continued on to Peter's balls and licked them dry also. Peter looked down at his new cock sucking cum slave. He knew it was a good sign. He now had a male whore ass pussy to use whenever he wanted. He would make August his relief slave. August continued to lick Peter's cock and balls until they were clean. He was pleased with himself for finding a man that could fuck him the way he needed to be fucked. Even as Peter pull his cock out of his ass it felt good. He was not sore at all. August realized Peter was now his master. He didn't mind because he liked the idea of being used by this stud. He kept on licking and cleaning Peter's huge cock. It had softened and he could go all the way down on it. He could still taste the juices of Peter's cock and of his own body. Peter looked down at August as he serviced and cleaned his cock. End of Part 2, Condo Living, Peter's Peter If you want more of this story, e-mail me at eyeMrich1@hotmail.com Sir Richard

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Date: Tue, 8 Oct 2024 07:40:14 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Dave's boi julian chapter 5 5. Chastity So this is what they wanted to ask me: Zach begins. "We've been asked�told, rather--to hand off the boy's chastity to someone outside the Firm to supervise, someone who would understand and who could be depended on to put the kids' best interests before all else while also making sure he's well aware he's being trained to become a slave.. Someone like you." ". . . that's what we're asking, my friend." Todd gets to the point. "We need someone to Master the boy without actually being his Master. Someone who understands what it takes to exercise authority along with affection and admiration. Someone who can make humiliating demands on the boy without doing it simply for selfish means. When Julian told us how you had edged him in the limo but then finally allowed him to cum, and how you'd gotten him to ask you to punish him for actual things he'd done wrong in his life long before he ever met you, we knew you were the right person to handle it. We're not asking you to make the boy your personal slave any more than we're interested in doing it ourselves. Like Zach said: service without ownership." "Nonetheless, The Firm simply will not allow this valuable asset�and that's what we think he is, an superb asset in fact�to end up being collared and officially enslaved by any outside party. Ultimately, The Firm will determine any bond like that, but it's far into the future until we're sure just how much potential the future slave has. Most Firm slaves aren't enslaved by a Master until their late thirties." "So, let me get this straight. You're saying that the boy will never be owned exclusively by one Master, you want me to serve as his disciplinarian�which I've already agreed to do, and gladly. Now you're also want me to control his chastity but without locking him into a cage. Do you really believe I can exert that much control over the kid without there being a constant possibility that he could just cheat when I'm not around?" Todd looks to Zach who nods agreement. "Dave, the boy is already in love with you. We don't believe he'd have it in him to try to deceive or cheat you in any respect. You're our best resource as far as this is concerned. I hate to make it all sound so transactional, but let's face it. This is the best way to frame the entire matter. Julian is itching to have you become his Master. And yet we can't allow that to happen. At least this way, he can at least experience a lot of what it means to have a Master. to put it another way, you're kind of like the training wheels on his bicycle long before we�or he---is ready to set out without this support." What am I to make of this? And why the fuck is it so strangely appealing to me? I decide to come clean about Donovan. "I have to tell you, guys, that I'm not living out your `service without ownership' way of playing the game. Just recently I've begun working with a subject who I'm seriously considering making my permanent slave living with me and serving me in all things. I'm not interested in Julian that way, sure. But I am interested in owning a slave. I'm not like you or the others in your Firm." "All the better, Dave! This is perfect. We couldn't possibly find anyone willing to exert this much control over a sub without wanting to own him outright. You're just what we're looking for. Take all the time to think this over, but please give it careful consideration." "On one condition." "Name it," says Todd. "You tell the boy that we've met and have agreed that from now on, he will need to ask me for permission to masturbate." They look to each other and nod. "Agreed," they say, greatly relieved. "This will help the three of us live together more simply. We will no longer have any jurisdiction over the boy's sexual behavior other than keeping him naked. We appreciate your willingness to assume more authority over the boy." Something else comes to mind. "I have a question. Julian told me that you bring men in for him to serve and have talked about sending him to others. It sounds like you're pimping him out but for free. My question is what happens then? It seems he'd end up cumming more than I might want to allow." Zach chuckles. "When a boy serves any Dom or Master, the standard agreement is that the boy doesn't get to cum unless it happened anally by accident. There are exceptions, but not at this stage of the game. All the slave's orgasms have to be allowed by you." Wow. Why am I so pleased about all this? Sure, I want to be part of Julian's life, but I never thought things would get to this point. Don't forget that those first couple of nights with him in Atlanta were totally vanilla and I had absolutely no intention of giving the boy any reason to suspect that I was actually a Dom. Now he knows we're not just fuck buddies. Now he's subject to me. Julian calls me at 11 that night. "Hello, Sir. Todd let me know the new arrangement. I'm calling to ask for permission to relieve myself, Sir." "When's the last time you jerked off, boy?" "Two nights ago, Sir. They wouldn't let me do it yesterday." "Are you hard right now, Julian?" "Yes, Sir. Really need to take care of it, Sir. Please?" The very thought that this boy is probably on his knees begging me for permission to do what most guys his age do all the time thrills me. The fact that it's Julian who's begging makes it all the more delicious. "You really don't need what you think you need, boy. You don't need cheap selfish pleasure. You need to realize that your craving for pleasure is unbecoming for a boy like you. You need to stop thinking about that dick, boy. If I had my way, it would be locked up and you'd be much better off than you are now. Just listen to yourself, Julian begging me to stroke yourself like some horny college boy who's free to do whatever he wants. You are not that type of boy. You should start feeling really ashamed of yourself for wanting to cum like real men." Silence. "How can I stop myself from wanting it, Sir?" "You can't. But you CAN stop yourself from thinking you have a right to an orgasm. No, you do not have my permission to touch yourself, Julian. The next time I let you jerk off will be here with me watching you do it." "then Sir, may I come to see you now? Please?" "It will be midnight by the time you get here, Julian. Don't you have work in the morning?" "Yes, Sir, but I'll have trouble falling asleep if I can't jerk off tonight." "Well then, get yourself over here, boy. Bring what you need for work tomorrow. You'll sleep here after I let you cum and then lick it up. AND I'm going to be beathing your ass while you stroke your miserable slave dick. And from now on you'll always eat your load, boy. So go ahead, call for a car." "thank you, Sir. I'll get there as quickly as possible." It only takes 35 minutes. The kid lucked out and was able to get an Uber right away. He looks really sheepish when he arrives, obviously embarrassed by how desperate he is, obviously experiencing more humiliation than ever before. "Strip, Julian. Then go into the kitchen. Clean up my supper dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Then come kneel at my feet and ask me for permission to jerk off." He rushes to the kitchen without a word and I admire the sight of his naked ass and wonder how sore it will be by the time I get done with it. And then I think I'll fuck him after he gets rid of his load. Good. I let him cum. It will be good for him to realize having an orgasm spoils most of the pleasure he'll have from getting fucked, especially after that ass got a sound beating. Soon he's down in front of me. "Get on all fours, faggot and start stroking." I've got a paddle I just bought. I tested it a bit on myself and it really can hurt. I start spanking his ass while he's jerking himself. , boy. Talk to me while you're doing it. Tell me about the way our relationship is shifting now." What a sight, him blushing like crazy while he strokes himself. "We were friends before, sir, but now, everything has changed. I'm not your friend any longer, Sir. Now I'm just a boy you spank sometimes. Now I'm just a dirty boy who has to beg you for permission to do what ordinary boys do all the time. OUCH! SIR!" His voice starts breaking. I go easier on him now so he can finish. "Sir, now you're in charge of my sex. Now you get to watch me do the dirty deed, and oh, Sir, I'm almost ready to spill my load! Please, Sir!" "Go ahead, faggot. Come here quicky. Shoot it all on my feet. Then get right down to to lick it up and get my feet clean. Don't slack off just because you got to cum or it won't happen again for a long long time. Understand, boy?" "Yes, Sir, anything! It's cumming, Sir. Oh shit!" And with that he shoots several blasts of cum covering my toes and the floor in front of them. What a sight. I go easy on the kid. I let him free to feel every bit of pleasure until finally he settles down and I notice his dick slowly softening until it hangs there with a drop of semen leaking from the tip. "Clean up your dick with your fingers then put them in your mouth and suck the cum off them." He does so and it's obvious that he's ready to check out like most boys are after they've cum. Too bad. "clean up your cum, Julian. I know it's probably the last thing you want to do, but you gotta learn, kid: cheap pleasures come with a price now. You can't just roll over and go to sleep after you shoot your load. NO. That's for free men, not for subs like you. Get down there and suck your cum off my feet then lick them clean." His agony is exquisite to me. This is really hard for him to do. For an instant, I'm tempted to go easy on him and let him get away without having to lick all of it up. But no, let him suffer his way through this. It will be good for him to realize how determined I am to train him this way. All he can do is accept his fate. Actually, I'm surprised. Back in Atlanta I wasn't really aware he had the potential to be submissive, but then again I didn't have it in mind those nights. It was just sweet sex with a boy who had little experience but who was eager to learn. "Put each of my toes in your mouth and suck them clean." I can still sense the reluctance and how hard this is for him. And you know what? I think this is more than enough tonight. I won't fuck him, nor will I punish him any more even though he deserves it. He's had enough. I'll have him suck me off and then I'll reward him with a nice cuddle session before he falls asleep. "What time to you need to wake up in the morning so you can get to work on time?" "6, Sir." I can hear how sleepy he is now. "I'll set my clock for 6. Suck me off now, Julian, and then we'll get some sleep." He really has to learn to push through his reluctance, but I'll save that for another day. Fortunately for him, I cum quickly after everything that's happened. I'll never forget how much it turned me on to watch him force himself to suck his own semen off my toes. As he lies in my arms I speak softly to him. "You were a good boy tonight. I made you do things that were very hard for you to do. I probably should punish you for being obviously reluctant to do what I made you do, but I'll let it go for now. It's something we'll have to work on, Julian. You must always appear eager to obey the Superiors in your world no matter what reluctance you may be feeling. You're a slave. You have to learn to push through it. Keep that in mind for the future, Julian." He's practically asleep now. I let him drift off. He looks like a little boy now and I feel so much tenderness towards him. I realize I was really hard on him tonight but he did well. In the morning I take pity on him and make coffee while he showers. He's surprised that I'm not still in bed and even more surprised when I hand him a travel mug fixed just the way he likes it before I swat his behind and send him out the door when his car arrives to take him to work. A couple days later Julian calls me. There's something I'd like to ask you about, Sir, if that's okay? "Something simple or something we should discuss over dinner?" I ask, since it's been a while since we've gotten together that way, although we had agreed that it could happen from time to time. As dear as the boy is to me, I`m not training him or grooming him as my slave. Nope. I've made that perfectly clear. That's why we could have dinner together with none of that baggage on the table taking up too much room. He hesitates to answer so I know he's thinking about how to answer me. "Actually, it's just something I'd like to pick your brain about." "Well then ask. If I think it warrants a large discussion I'll tell you. What's all this about, Julian?" "I'd like to know what you think. It's about emotions we have that sometimes we have no control over or are involuntary." I have no idea where this is leading. "Continue," I suggest. "Give me examples if you can." "Well, like falling in love. We can't just decide to do it. It just happens, sometimes when we least expect it. And if it does happen, it's very hard to turn off. Happened to me twice in college and made me miserable because the guys were straight." "That's happened to all of us at times, I'd venture to say. So is that what this is about? Falling in love?" "Not really, Sir. But things like that. Reactions or emotions that come up in us without our consenting or thinking them up. Like sudden anger, for example." "Where is this going, Julian? I think we should be discussing this at dinner. Check your calendar and let me know when. I'm open every night next week except Tuesday." "What about tonight?" That surprises me. Three nights ago he was licking his own cum off my feet. I raise the issue. "It's entirely possible, Julian, but consider what you were doing with me just a few nights ago. Are you sure you've recovered to speak with me more casually than as a slave?" "Maybe not, Sir, but what I need to talk about is coming up because of that night. Please, Sir?" "Then say no more, Julian. You'll come round to get me?" "Would 6:30 be okay?" "Fine. Only one thing, Julian." "What's that, Sir?" "Have your clothes on in the limo." He laughs out loud. "Three piece suit, Sir. Highbrow place this time." "Check." So I wonder what this is all about. SO THAT'S THE END of this Chapter. Please write and tell me what you think. subkodak25@gmail.com I'm also on Telegram as sub_kodak. Say Hi! And listen, since you probably spend a lot of time on Nifty, why not help with expenses by making a donation, no matter how small. https://donate.nifty.org

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Date: Fri, 11 Oct 2024 13:49:07 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Dave's boi julian chapter 7 Before I get to the story I want to say that the only reward we writers get for the work we do is when we hear from our readers. Please keep this in mind and drop me a note from time to time if you're enjoying these stories. This chapter is rather short�that will give you some time to write to me subkodak25@gmail.com Dave's boi julian Chapter 7. Masturbation The night after I poured Julian back into his limo home, exhausted, he calls me around bedtime, so I automatically assume he wants to jerk off. I'm sure the memories of what's happened this week are arousing him and he's almost ready to explode. "Hello, Dave. Are you having a good night?" "Spare the chit-chat, boy. You want to jerk off, don't you?" "Please, Sir? Thinking about all you told me and everything else is driving me crazy. Please?" I've given this some thought and have come up with a unique way to train this slave-2-b. "I'm going to start a custom, beginning tonight. I give you permission to jerk off three times within the next seven days, including tonight. You decide when it will happen. You'll report to me when it happens and tell me what you were thinking about�you should send that email almost immediately after you cum. Don't put it off because you'll forget the hottest parts. That's all. So between right now and a week from now you can jerk off three times. So sure, if you want, go ahead and do it now. But remember: you only have two more chances left for the week. Got it, Julian?" "Yes, Sir. Thank you. Can I just quickly report that it's going to happen as soon as I get off the phone?" I chuckle. "sure, pup. that's fine. Enjoy yourself. Don't rush it. Edge yourself a couple times to make it last longer and feel better. Just don't forget that the time is coming when you'll never be able to do it again if that's what your Masters want." There! I'm still helping it face reality no matter how frightening it may be. It's part of the training process I've been developing. This is a good idea. Now I don't have to be bothered with him contacting me to beg for permission. What I do get to do is read about what goes on when he does it. I've also been able to weed out a lot of unsophisticated subs running around who think it's all about the jolt of subspace pleasure and the pleasure of servicing cock all the time and that is all. They'll try hard, but when I go into teacher mode and start something more cerebral, they bail out confused and sometimes even turned off. Go figure. It's the same way with how I'm telling this story. Even though I warned in the beginning that there wasn't a lot of hard-core sex going on, that it was very cerebral and spiritual, they probably started reading but after a while couldn't deal with not being able to get off while they're reading it. Anyone who's gotten this far is enjoying himself, as I assume you are. Please write and tell me. So, sorry for the commercial. Julian. Julian jerking off. Julian abstaining. This is the hardest way to do it. Whenever someone finally decides to lock up his dick, he'll probably be relieved. Now he won't have to fight to deny himself. He'll be shut down completely for as long as the Master wishes. No more temptation. That's why most Doms want their boys caged; it really does make them much calmer. They're not having to deal with all that internal battle any longer. As for me having free reign over Julian's chastity, I stand corrected. This morning I received a registered letter from the Firm. It's long and somewhat pompous, so I'll spare you the exalted language and just give you the gist of its message in several points: 1. The Firm appreciates that I'm willing to handle the boy's discipline and chastity. 2. The Firm is concerned about my giving the boy the freedom to choose which nights he would jerk off as per my limit of 3 times each week. 3. The Firm prefers that the boy be given absolutely no freedom to make any decisions regarding its own dick and its own orgasms. This is the general policy for all Firm slaves once their chastity is enforced. 4. The Firm explains that at this stage in the boy's development restrictions are vitally necessary, especially regarding what is mentioned in #3. 5. The Firm insists that the freedom I offered the boy to choose when to masturbate be withdrawn. 6. The Firm has notified the boy that he must beg permission to masturbate each and every time, and to realize that each time he asks for permission is selfish and immature. He has to be trained to think this way. 7. The Firm encourages me to deny permission more often than give permission. 8. The Firm reiterates its desire to have this new slave restricted in as many ways as possible. 9. The Firm welcomes any suggestions I have about additional restrictions on the slave's freedom. 10. The Firm understands if I find this unacceptable and offers to appoint another Dom to handle this aspect of the boy's life if I so choose. 11. The Firm sincerely hopes that I will continue with this new understanding. 12. The Firm encourages me to punish the boy should he beg permission too frequently. 13. The Firm informs me that the boy be denied permission for at least two days after each act of masturbation. The most the boy should be given permission to masturbate is once every three days. The Firm's aim is to reduce permission to once a week as soon as that can be accomplished. 14. The Firm's eventual goal is to prohibit all orgasms other than those induced by anal intercourse. 15. The Firm informs me that the boy will not be informed of this 3-day restriction so that it may request permission more frequently and in that case, should be punished for his selfishness. 16. The Firm has decided that it is time to use a neuter pronoun to refer to the boy in place of the usual masculine pronoun which should be reserved to Doms and Superiors. Henceforth the boy will be called a slave and will be referred to as "it." 17. The Firm is aware that I've promised the slave sessions of affectionate love-making but insists that the slave be caged when these sessions take place. The Firm requests that such sessions eventually cease. 18. The Firm insists that every precaution be taken never to give the slave any sexual pleasure other than the pleasure it gets from satisfying its Masters. And so that's that. I'm given a link to use to indicate my compliance with its recommendations or, if necessary, request that another Dom be assigned this all-important matter. SO THAT'S THE END of this Chapter. Please write and tell me what you think. subkodak25@gmail.com I'm also on Telegram as sub_kodak. Say Hi! 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Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2024 08:15:27 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Dave's boi julian chapter 2 Dave's boi julian. Chapter 2. The Job So anyway, Julian got the job. Housing was part of the package. The Firm placed him in of the best luxury condominium complexes in the City. It so turns out that his two "roommates" were Doms from other divisions of The Firm. They also gave him a generous signing bonus, so he really couldn't complain about living with Doms who would probably take advantage of his submissiveness once they figured him out. Little did he know, of course, that Todd and Zach had been given all the information The Firm had been able to put together about him, including some of the submissive experiences Julian had over the months he'd spent in San Francisco before applying for a position with the Firm. Julian and I were both pretty busy; it was two months before we had time to get together. I invited him out to dinner so he could tell me about his new life. He countered and wanted to take me out to dinner as a way of thanking me for everything I've done for him. Fine by me. We penciled in a date for the next Sunday evening�my suggestion because it's so much easier to get seated then. He said he wanted to surprise me with where we'll be having dinner. Wow! How adorable! Julian surprised the daylights out of me. I didn't know where he was taking me for dinner so I texted to ask about the dress code. "Casual. Western. Denim. Rustic. The limo will pick you up at 6 pm." That was all. No further comment or explanation. I haven't really had anything to do with him since that time in Atlanta and that almost 8 months ago. I know he's already doing quite well for himself but I have no idea how he was developing sexually, if he was developing sexually. I was the one to take his virginity in every way possible when we were in Atlanta back then. I have no idea what happened after that. I knew about The Firm's reputation and, of course, I was very curious about if that had anything to do with why they've been so generous to him. Of course I know he preferred being on his knees, and that he was a bottom. Maybe I hadn't picked up on it since I was being so gentle with him, but now I found myself wondering if they might be planning to groom him as a slave. But that's stupid. BDSM slaves aren't groomed, they're trained. Just as one finds oneself to be gay without having chosen it, I've always felt is was the same with true subs and slaves as opposed to those who were just playing at it from time to time. The true ones must have been born that way. Whatever the case, Julian has obtained admission to the big leagues financially and professionally. He and I are really quite different, it seems. His world is on the upper East s=Side while mine is on the West Side, more or less down by the docks. Two different worlds altogether. I'm not sure where he's bringing me tonight, but it seems like he's making some kind of gesture to me. Rustic denim? Do that extend to leather as well? I decide to wear my leather vest and see what happens. Little did I know, but the surprises were only just beginning. I was texted when the limo arrived--a long black luxury limos with windows darkly tinted so it was impossible to see inside. The chauffeur greeted me, saying "Julian is here, looking forward to seeing you again." Well, that was nice. I got in, and there he was, sweet Julian, wide-eyed with rosy cheek and beaming with happiness. Not only that, but except for the cowboy hat he had on, Julian was completely naked. It was a lovely sight, to say the least. Julian had changed somewhat, or else my memory of him was deficient. This naked boy is more mature and self-confident than he was the night he was practically cowering in the hotel lounge when I first caught sight of him. Not only was he naked, but the hair on his chest was gone and I soon realized he was bare all over. Hairless. Shaved. He made it easy for me to notice. As soon as my door was shut he got up and knelt the seat facing me, legs spread wide, just the way I always train subs to sit�or rather, to display themselves. And here was Julian, who was nicely displaying himself to me. "What's brought all this on, not that I'm complaining, and do I have time to devour you?" "Our ride is a little over an hour. My roommates dared me to do this." "Roommates?" "Oh yes, I live in an awesome suite with two other guys who are both Doms, Dave, and they've heard of you. One of them was at the Mineshaft the other night. He told me you'd left alone, carrying someone's boots." Well that proves he was really there, whoever he is. The boots were taken from another boi I'll write a story about. His name is Donovan. Donovan Lamb, to be precise. "So go on. I'm sure there's more to this story." "Indeed. So anyway, we've had a lot of good conversations about all sorts of things, and they're working with me a bit on different kinds of behavior." "Such as being naked?" "Such as being naked when I'm the only one. There's a name for that." "yes, I know. CMNM. So do you practice it with them?" "Every night after 9 pm and all weekend, even if they have company. At first it was just a little bit at a time. It was hard to get used to at first, but now I really like it. I like that right now you can see every part of my naked body while all I can see are your clothes." He chuckles. "So this is one of my ways of saying thank you. You can always have me naked, whenever we can work it out. And Dave, I'm being honest with you, this is really turning me on." "It would probably also turn you on if I take you over my knee and redden your cute ass for you." "Um, . . not so sure about that yet. But you can use your hands on me in other ways." I reach for a nipple and he presses it into my hand. Dammit! Someone's training this kid! I growl a little. "Just don't make them hurt, please." So I just caress them for now. When I get down to his junk, so smooth now, I remember he's been shaved. "Tell me about losing your body hair." He raises his arm so I can see his bare pits as well. "It started slowly, first just my armpits, then my chest and ass crack, then finally this afternoon they shaved off all the rest so I could look nice for you, Dave. Or should I call you Dom Dave? They told me about you. And hey, thanks for treating me so nice and not trying to Dom me back then." Holy fucking shit! This kid has a hell of a couple roommates! He must have praised me to the max, because they wanted to prepare him and present him to me as a gift tonight, even if Julian didn't realize that was what they had had in mind. In a sense they were telling me that they respected me as someone who is important to Julian and since they know I'm a Dom, maybe that will mean I'll have a role to play in training this boy as a sub or slave. That would be awesome, because I really like the boi. So I enjoy the gift. I literally do devour as much of him as I can. His skin is subtly fragrant with something intensely seductive. I lick and nibble and bite and taste as much as I possibly can until we hear a quiet chime. "Ten minute warning," Julian says. He opens a case I didn't notice he had and takes out jeans and a plaid corduroy shirt. I help him put them on. "Boots?" I ask. He shakes his head no. "Barefoot." "Another part of their dare?" "Yes." "Helping you or bothering you." "Helping, I guess, mostly. At least that's what they tell me." I have something else that would help a lot, Dave." He doesn't call me Sir. Good. For some reason I don't want to relate to him that way. Not yet, anyway. Besides, I'm somewhat involved with another sub of my own I'm sweet on. "What's that? What would help and why?" He reaches into his case again and brings out an elegant black leather collar. A slave collar. "Would you collar me even if it's just for show?" "I don't do things just for show. If I put that collar on you it means that I am collaring someone meant to be a slave even if I don't possess you completely." He takes the collar and raises it in his hands to me. "the slave you were the first to conquer," he says with admiration in his eyes. "Provided you continue to call me Dave, not Sir." "As you wish, Dave. Anything else?" "That remains to be seen. I admire how much progress you've made and how you're thanking me tonight by giving yourself to me as a slave. That's not something to be taken lightly, boy. And I hate to burst your bubble but despite the fact that you're doing this, as a Dom I realize that by shaving you and preparing your body for me, they were in fact presenting you to me as a thank you gift. They are thanking me for what I've done FOR THEM by getting you to the city." He closes his eyes. It seems to me he's taking it all in, especially the part where I just recognized that they have some level of ownership over him already. Slowly I put the collar on him. Just in time, because the limo has come to a stop. A couple moments later, my door is open. I get out. To Julian he says, "Crawl out this way, Julian," and Julian obeys him. Interesting . . . . I help him take the last couple steps so that his bare feet land on the beautiful tiling and not on the dirty road. He thanks me. "We walk right in. They knew we're here. I'll follow you." And so we do, past the ma�tre d', through a carpeted corridor that apparently runs between different sets of dining rooms. Our is country-Western, surprise, surprise. I'm glad I wore the vest. It goes well with Julian's collar. Awesome atmosphere. "It's a steakhouse but you can order just about anything and they'll get it for you." "Steak is fine. After that ride in the car, I'm in the mood to chew on something." He makes big eyes at me, amused. His smile is one of God's works of art. We're seated at a comfortable table in a somewhat private alcove. There's a golden card at our places with a message. "In order to simplify things, all diners are treated as equals regardless of their appearances or status within their dining parties." I chuckle when I see it. "In the final analysis we're all here to enjoy an excellent meal. No distinctions. Do you want 12 or 16 ounces?" I go for the big one. We have wine. Julian does all the ordering, and this seems strange considering he's the collared one. Everyone acts as if its completely ordinary. At table we're equals, even if the exquisitely collared and barefoot boy is my slave, so to speak. Or maybe it would be better if I just said "a slave." If that's what he's going to turn out to be. Damn, I sure wish I could meet his roommates, especially the one who saw me at the Shaft the other night. "I know it's been over half a year, but aside from the obvious, you look like you've changed in very good ways. Self-confident, assured, clear, to say nothing of being courageous enough to ride through the streets of New York City totally naked to meet a man you know has a reputation for being a Dom. I wonder how it's all come to pass, especially as concerns the obvious." "To tell you the truth, Dave, it's always been part of me. In fact, when we were kids, a few of us boys used to play master/slave games all the time. Sometimes we make up some kind of a battle and the losers would become the slaves, or kidnap scenarios, things like that. A lot cheesier than just playing cops and robbers. But we did that too, even made a cell we could lock the victim in." "I bet you were usually the slave," I said with a wink to Julian. "Pretty much." And we'd all swim naked, se we had no secrets from each other concerning our bodies---but that wasn't really an issue back then. Once when we were playing that I was the slave they were talking about keeping me naked . . . . but it never . . " "Never happened then but now you're reliving it." "Indeed. None of it ever involves work. The Firm placed me with these two men because we don't work together at all. The Firm told me it was a perfect match. Then one night, one of them�Todd�had a sub over and I walked in on him when he was naked, much to his embarrassment. We talked about it later. One thing led to another. They told me about their scene and then about knowing you, and about how you're all into the same type of things. Then one time I was getting out of the shower and I heard the two of them talking in the living room so I just took a deep breath and walked out into the room naked, leaving my towel behind." "that must have gotten quite a reaction." "And then some!" They brought our dinners, so we took a break and concentrated on this scrumptious meal. So that's the end of the first chapter. Tell me, have you ever been in a CMNM scenario? subkodak25@gmail.com If you click my name you'll get a list of all the other stories I've written. I'm also on Telegram as sub_kodak. Say Hi! And listen, since you probably spend a lot of time on Nifty, why not help with expenses by making a donation, no matter how small. https://donate.nifty.org

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Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2024 09:26:49 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Dave's boi julian chapter 6 6. The Dinner Date 6 pm. I'm showered and dressed and looking forward to seeing Julian again, especially since he's really got me intrigued about this line of questioning he's opened up. I don't have a clue where it's heading or what it's about, especially since he told me that it's somehow related to what happened the other night when I was pounding quite a bit of humiliation onto him, and then threatening him with punishment for his reluctance to obey me promptly and eagerly a couple of times. Told him it was something we needed to work on. Hmmm... and now he's questioning me about voluntary and involuntary emotions and reactions . . . . hmmmm. interesting indeed. The limo arrives. Always top of the line on these types of evenings since, as I told you before, the Firm foots the bill for what it considers to be mandatory mentoring opportunities Once again I'm breathless at his beauty, so well-healed and proper in his well-tailored suit and yet still a babe in the woods, not because of the way he looks tonight but because of everything I've come to know about him. I immediately realize that there's a good chance he'll have to blow me after dinner on the way back here, or even better, come upstairs and offer me his ass like a good sub. But first, let's see how the conversation goes. "This is perhaps the most expensive steak-house in the entire city," I tell him. "Are you sure you can put this meal on your expense account?" "I don't need to. The Firm has an account here and prefers us to take advantage of it rather than establishments where we need to use credit cards. As a matter of fact, I was reminded of this possibility the other day because I've never been here yet. I considered that almost an order." "Just like any good sub should. Suggestions to boys like you should always be considered direct orders." He blushes. Maybe it's because the boy pouring our water overheard what I just said. "Speaking of involuntary emotions," I say. "You're blushing. That's as involuntary as well. But there's still something that provoked it. Can you tell me what it is?" He laughs nervously. "It was when I saw the look on the busboy's face when you said what you said. It was saying "so you're a faggot, eh?" "Oh. So a bit of pride was getting rubbed off. Is a spanking in order?" "From what you've told me, Sir, a spanking is always in order." "Good response. So let's get back to our conversation. Last time you gave anger as an example of involuntary reactions." "Yes, Sir. Something that can't be prevented from happening when, say, we see some being unnecessarily cruel to someone else." "Or hear of a terrible tragedy caused by a corporation's greed," I offer. "there are a great many causes for involuntary anger. Is it really a good example for you to use to get to the point of all this questioning?" "Probably not, Sir. No, definitely not. I'm sorry, I didn't think that through well enough. I'm speaking of something involuntary but very normal." "And your question?" "Should a sub be disciplined or punished for having an involuntary feeling or thought? "Such as?" "Such as reluctance to do something, Sir, like what happened the other night that you said needs to be corrected." "You're referring to the fact that I asked you to suck my cock and you were reluctant because you were so exhausted." He blushes again. "Yes, Sir. Precisely that. But I did push through and think I did a good job, Sir?" "You certainly did, Julian. As good as ever." "Would you say that I should have been punished for that particular instance, Sir?" Same busboy is putting our meals in front of us and gets another earful, this time from Julian. "This is a very fine point, Julian, and far too intricate for you to be able to negotiate right now at your stage of training. I frequently have to remind myself that you're still a novice." "But should I have been punished even though I pushed through and did a good job?" "three years from now, definitely, but not now. So no, Julian. A slave doesn't deserve to be punished for having an involuntary emotion. However, a seasoned slave most certainly would deserve a whipping if it showed even the slightest sign of that reluctance�which is what you did that night. You made it perfectly clear that you were pushing yourself despite the fact that you were so tired you wished you didn't have to do it. I could read you loud and clear that time, boy." He toys with his food. "And right now you're showing me that you're completely embarrassed by what I just told you. Another involuntary emotion that I provoked by what I said. Correct?" "yes, Sir. May I ask how I showed you I was embarrassed?" "because you began picking at your food where before you were eating with obvious appetite." He chuckles. "Caught red-handed, Sir." I chuckle as well to lighten up the mood or I'm going to start picking at my food as well. "So let me summarize if I can, Julian. We all experience involuntary emotions and some of them can be very powerful at times. It's normal and is to be expected. Follow me so far?" "Yes, Sir." "Okay. Now when in polite or even professional situations, as we mature most of us learn enough self-discipline and self-control not to give away the fact that we're, says, embarrassed, or angered, or annoyed, or simply reluctant to go along with whatever's being proposed or requested of us." "Like when a sub learns not to show that he really doesn't like one of the Dom's friends?" "Prefect example. So, you see, all of us sometimes find ourselves in situations where we have to stifle emotions, hide them, force ourselves not to act on them. Like for example when a nine-year-old boy is told to stop doing something so he storms off letting everyone in the house know he's pissed off." "And sometimes he'd be punished for that if his parents are strict." "Yes. Now consider what this means for a sub or slave under strict discipline. Can you see that a sub has got to learn to stifle all of it, all the negative stuff even more than ordinary free men? It's all part of the humiliation of being a sub or slave. And, of course, even more is expected of slave and slaves tend to be punished more severely than inexperienced subs would be for the same offense." He gets quiet again and I'm pleased to see that he's deliberately eating as well as before. "Humiliation. It's humiliating, having too much put on us." "And if you were my slave I would most likely hit you for feeling sorry for yourself. You're going to become a slave, dammit. Of course there's a lot put on you. Of course it's often not fair. Tough." He gets quiet again and that's just fine. "thank you, Dave. You've given me a lot to think about." "So, Julian, make sure you show no reluctance when we get back to my place and I tell you to come upstairs with me so I can fuck you." Immediately, Julian looks around to see if the busboy heard that remark. No. He looks relieved. "Yes, Sir. Please use me for your pleasure any way you want tonight." "good boy. And just to make your offer more meaningful I want you to know that you may not masturbate tonight when you get back home. Tonight you serve me like a slave. It's all about my pleasure and you get nothing back in return except for what it feels like to get fucked by one of the Doms in your life." He has an impish smile on his face. "Please, Master, enjoy this faggot's ass. That's the only thing that matters." "You haven't been told to call it a pussy or a cunt, boy?" "No, Sir. Actually it's forbidden. Any form of feminization for those of us who were never effeminate when they found us." I must say I'm pleased with how he's getting more comfortable telling me things like that. It's just one of those things I have to deal with. Personally I often call a butch slave's ass his "pussy" because it insults everything he's ever thought of his own manhood. In fact, on our way up to my flat, I put my hand on the back of his neck and say "get naked the minute we get in the door. go clean yourself out for me then and lube it up. The dear boy sighs deeply and starts to strip off his suit. I enjoy the unveiling and quickly remove mine as well while Julian is in the bathroom doing what a good sub does before offering himself to his Master. In time he comes out on all fours, head lowered, and follows me into the bedroom. "Up on the bed on your back, faggot. Hold those legs up and let me see that hole." I've never seen him this way before and it's clear he hasn't done it much himself. "That's not good enough. I can't see it. You have to slide down a bit more and then pull your legs back until you feel real tension." Better. I'm tempted to use a dildo on him first but no, I'm too eager to breed the boy. I use my fingers first to open him up more and make it less painful when I press myself into his body. "Okay, Julian. Get ready for me. You've been a good boy so I'll take you slowly." And I do just that and he moans and then says "thankyou, thank you, thank you, Master Dave, for everything you do to help me become a good slave. thank you, Master Dave, for enjoying my hole, for training and breaking me. oh wow you feel so good, Sir." He keeps up a long monologue that he must have read somewhere, or maybe Zach taught him. I still find it hard to believe that neither of them ever fucks this boy. At least he hasn't told me that one of both of them have started using him that way. We'll have to discuss it some other time. You know, of all the ways a slave can be fucked, this is the one that I think is the most invasive, the one where the sub deliberately holds himself in the most vulnerable way possible. If this were Donovan beneath me I'd be working a lot harder�spitting and slapping to drive home the fact that he's meant to be treated that way. I guess I could do the same thing to Julian---oh fuck, sure I could---but no, that's not the way I want to be with this precious young men. It's enough that I'm fucking him this way tonight instead of the more romantic ways I usually do it, or even just by making him mount me and do all the work. No. This is enough. This will keep the boy remembering that our relationship has shifted considerably since those nights in Atlanta. Now the boy gets taken. He's forced to display himself in the most humiliating way possible, in way where he has no possible way of fighting off whatever invasion I want to inflict on him. The only thing that could be worse would be if I fucked him this way while there were cane welts across his ass. But no. I'll save that for Donovan Lamb. Julian isn't meant to feel the excruciating bite of a Master's cane. Julian is meant to be loved into service. This is more than enough tonight for Julian. Not only am I fucking his body now, but I've also spent a good part of the evening fucking his mind and spirit as well. And it's all for a good cause. Somewhere there's a young Master out there who is going to enjoy owning this kid lock, stock and barrel. I just hope The Firm will make sure he'll be in good hands. They won't want him to come to any harm. They'll want him to be a happy slave, for happy slaves tend to be far more productive than ordinary guys who are mainly interested in advancing their careers. That's not for Julian. Julian's main preoccupation will always be to serve his Masters to the best of his ability, no matter what it means, no matter what it demands of him. SO THAT'S THE END of this Chapter. Please write and tell me what you think. subkodak25@gmail.com I'm also on Telegram as sub_kodak. Say Hi! And listen, since you probably spend a lot of time on Nifty, why not help with expenses by making a donation, no matter how small. https://donate.nifty.org

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Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2022 17:33:43 +0000 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin - Student and Model 59 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men. We would love to hear from you if you are enjoying this story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com Bill COLIN � STUDENT AND MODEL Chapter 59 �(Midsummer in Stockholm - last modelling session) "May I undress you?" Kurt had trouble speaking. His jeans were tenting, giving Colin a very clear signal. "Please go ahead. I have to travel down to the boat in the robe, I think. I hope that will be okay." Colin let the man undress him. Carefully Kurt folded the suit and the shirt after taking them off Colin. He even helped Colin off with his shoes and socks. Colin had opened his belt, but then put his arms behind his neck to signal that he was leaving the strip to the young boss. Soon Colin showed that he was wearing a red thong. Normally he had underwear with a rear when wearing formal suits, but now he was naked but for the super thin string between his arse cheeks and the almost see-through pouch that tented at the front. "This was to be my first item at the show," Colin stated. "But now you have made me wet them, sir." "Damn, damn." Kurt knelt in front of Colin and put the hard cock covered in the thin silk into his greedy mouth. He sucked like a toddler. Colin could not stop himself touching the young man's blond hair. "So typical Swedish," he said. "What?" Kurt looked up with a wild look on his face. "Nothing, nothing. Maybe you'd better suck me without my thong, horny man." Colin pushed the underwear down. Again Kurt sucked like a man who probably was good cunt-sucker, but he wasn't professional with a cock. "May I fuck you, Colin? Please let me fill you. It won't take long, I'm damn horny!" Kurt was very straightforward about his wishes. "Maybe you are a better fucker," Colin thought. "Okay," he said. "Let me see the monster you have hiding inside your pants. I'll soon be on stage, you know." The truth was that Colin was eager for a fuck. He had only given Bill a blowjob earlier that morning and he was eager to compare this man's body with Kenny's. It took Kurt just two minutes to undress completely. "Wow, you are a model!" Colin commented. "You are a damn hot model. American-style cock, eh?" He looked at the cut cock that was cut very tight, but straight and nice. "A bit smaller than Kenny's but thicker," Colin murmured. He caught the smooth balls with both hands and ended up wanking the man who was shaking like a teenager being wanked by a senior for the first time. "Find the lube!" Colin commanded. "The black box in the small bag. Grease me up and don't hurt me. I have a long day ahead. But fuck me for real. No lady-pussy business! Okay? And I want to cum, you will make me cum. Understand?" Colin was suddenly very bossy. He placed his upper body over a bench, spread his legs and lifted his hips. "Damn!" he thought. "I have no time to teach him, I'll do the job myself. Use your fingers, all the way inside. You don't need to be that careful, and you can use your tongue too. I'm clean." Kurt had started the job as if he was afraid to really touch the younger body, but when he finally placed his cock against Colin's boy-cunt he suddenly showed his macho side. He fucked Colin wild and a bit ruthless. But Colin loved every second of it. "Yeah, yeah! This is almost child-porn, Kurt. Fuck the brains out of your teen model. Let me cum, cum, harder, harder. Please, please, all the way," Colin begged. A roar followed from the Swede when he spunked off deep inside Colin. Colin couldn't feel him cumming, because his own orgasm was extremely hard. He used his arse muscles and squeezed the intruder's tool as he spunked off hands-free all over the bench and the floor. He spurted as if he was pissing. "Go on, go on, more, give me more!" Colin shouted. "But, but I've..." A sort of complaint from the man who still was inside the boy. But Kurt was still hard, and he continued to fuck. Colin found his own dick, wet and slimy, and then he started to wank while he again used his muscles on the Swede. For four minutes - five minutes - Colin cried, and roared and yelled. Then he shouted, "I'm cumming again, I'm cumming!" He wanked and spurted and sent new threads of seed all over the place. A second orgasm after a very ordinary fuck, he told Bill later that evening. "Let me!" Colin turned around and knelt before Kurt's cock, still hard and covered with his own spunk. Colin licked the man who resembled Kenny clean, while he was standing with his eyes closed, like he was far away. "We have to hurry, haven't we?" Colin asked. The man seemed to wake up but he didn't speak. "I'll take a shower. Please ask the stylists to come in ten minutes. And you had better get dressed, sir, don't you think?" *** The old-fashioned wooden summer boat was decorated for midsummer, with green leaves and flowers all around. The full flag standard was used when `Floriss' slowly found a place in the harbour of the eastern township. Hundreds of people waited, mostly youngsters, all decorated for midsummer. Colin had never felt more stupid. Just now he was standing in a sort of basket down below the deck. He was dressed in a JustColin white bathrobe, but underneath he had put on his sexiest bathing gear, one made like a jockstrap, but with some rear covering. On his wild curls, he still had his flower wreath from the morning. Beside him were two sailors that on a given signal should start the machine that would lift Colin up in the air and then lower him on the stage that was built on the front deck. "All the girls in town are waiting for you, son!" The grandfather-like sailor said. They could now hear the cheering from the crowd. "I hope some guys too. They are the ones to buy my swimwear!" Colin commented with a smile. "Swedes don't use swimwear!" A young helper grinned. "I'll have to give them a sexy alternative then!" Colin heard from above that his Danish models Ib and Daniel were being presented to the audience. The two were dressed in the mankini, a version with harnesses and naked bubble butts. The response from the crowd in the harbour was growing louder. The sailors started the lift. "Don't move boy, or the cables will give you a real swing." The old man tried to stabilise the basket when Colin stripped off the robe and threw it to the youngster. The man wolf-whistled when Colin showed off his almost naked body. Colin heard that the speaker presented him as a `midsummer elf'. But the `elf' himself was not at all comfortable. The basket was like a balloon basket hanging from the boat's pulley-system. But the view was fantastic. The township with hundreds of Swedish flags looked like a perfect Instagram picture. By the side of the boat were hundreds of viewers waving to thirty young men dressed in JustColin swimwear and midsummer flowers, all standing side by side on the deck. In front of the bridge was a huge group of bikini-dressed young girls. The cheerleaders did their best to entertain. It was the first time Colin saw his young boy models. They had been recruited by a local newspaper. It had been a sort of young-midsummer-prince event. Now all of them welcomed Colin who was slowly lowered down to the mid-deck where Ib and Daniel waited for him. In the shadows Bill and Christian applauded the entrance. In a superb white costume, Kurt welcomed Colin and presented him to the audience. "Not a perfect fucker," Colin thought. "But a very professional and entertaining showman!" He gave the man a wink when he secretly squeezed one of his round sweaty globes. Half an hour for the show, and then half an hour for the boat trip to the next harbour. A very different public this time. The `maypole' was already in the park, and a group of youngsters in national costumes played summer melodies on their fiddles. Mr Sieger was a bit over-enthusiastic when using his camera and Bill had to give him a hand or he would have had an involuntary swim. *** The sun was really hot when the boat reached the destination for the day. Colin was not informed about the show here. He thought it would be like the previous events. But now a diving board was placed on one side of the boat. Kurt presented each model by number, name and JustColin swimsuit type, and then the youngsters entered the diving board and either dived or jumped into the seawater, swam fifty metres until they climbed a ladder to the quay and then entered a summer-stage dripping wet. Ib and Daniel entered the board side by side, and jumped hand in hand into the water. The applause was very loud. "Rumours suggest that you are a good swimmer, beside all the other skills you have!" Kurt placed a microphone in front of Colin. "Well, don't be afraid. I know how to swim!" Colin grinned. He entered the diving board. If the board had been like a trampoline Colin might have impressed with a salto. Instead he placed himself backwards at the edge, jumped backwards and peaked, before hitting the water with his arms straight above his head. He made a show through some underwater swim, until his black curls were seen in the middle of the harbour basin. He turned and swam back very easily to the waiting ladder. Colin had had one single thought in mind during this sudden event. He knew that the fabric of his swimwear became more or less transparent in water, so he had to stay soft and `innocent', but just the thought of a public erection made the `little devil' awake. Luckily for Colin, but probably a disappointment for the gathered press, the water was cold and Colin behaved. A towel thrown to him on the stage also made him `proper' for the family event, and when he went through the crowd giving away JustColin underwear for the youngsters, he had put on a golden JustColin robe. *** A speedboat brought Colin and Bill to a small island with only 10 to 15 houses, and a green garden decorated for the Midsummer Party. The two of them were installed in a guesthouse, near what they understood was Kurt's family's summer-house. Colin dived onto the summer duvet on the bed. "I wish we could have been all alone this evening, Daddy. I love you so much, I love how you support me, always." Colin opened his arms for Bill who gladly took up the invitation. The two had probably been in dreamland for some minutes when they heard the music, the fiddler and the shouting from the crowd. "I think they are lifting the `pole' now," Colin said. "And I have lifted mine. I really have to piss!" He had a solid grip around his erection. "And I could eat a horse, Dad," he added. "No proper lunch today!" The outdoor tables were filled with traditional midsummer food; fresh new potatoes with dill, pickled herring, smoked salmon and Swedish meatballs, and a huge selection of spare ribs. Colin did not know where to start, and he almost forgot his manners. At the side-bar there were beer and schnapps - at least three different aquavits- and every time you had a drink, you bottomed it and were supposed to sing a drinking song. The most popular song seemed to be `Helen g�r' - meaning the whole goes down - refers to the drink being the first in a series of schnapps. Colin was very careful with the drinks. He smiled when he saw his dad with his editor Christian and his own Mr Sieger. They seemed to be very `happy' already. With a young fiddler in front, the young girls brought out desserts. This year's fresh strawberries arrived first. A Swede would say the best strawberries in the world. The whipped cream and a huge selection of cakes followed. At the end of the procession was a huge strawberry cream cake which was placed beside the `maypole'. Colin was really well satisfied. He sat down on the stairs of a traditional farmhouse. Everybody wanted to serve him more, but now he just had to stop. He was invited to take part in a `cub-game' - a typical summer play in the open fields, and he was even grabbed for the dancing arena next to the glittering fjord. The day was about to change to evening when a sweating Colin looked around for his Dad. He hadn't seen him for a while. "I hope he hasn't had too much to drink," he said to himself. "Maybe he has gone for a rest." Colin entered the guesthouse by the steep stairs. He heard laughter and sounds of joy from the bedroom. The bedroom door was partly open, and Colin smiled when he saw his dad with both Ib and Daniel in the bed. Colin wasn't an onlooker at sex-actions if he wasn't invited to take part, but now he just had to think what to do. The three inside would have welcomed him, but he wasn't just in the mood for group sex just now. "Deeper Bill, please all the way!" He heard nineteen year old Daniel ask for service. Colin turned around and went downstairs. He was not jealous. Bill and himself had full freedom for sex with others as long as they were open about it. And Colin knew about his dad's admiration for the two Danish brothers. In the entrance doorway, Colin met Klaus Sieger. "Have you seen Ib and Daniel lately?" he asked. "I saw them running off into the bushes with some other youngsters earlier." "They are being taken care of - well taken care of!" Colin pointed upstairs. He grinned. "And you, Colin. Nobody is taking care of you, eh?" Klaus was a bit more direct than usual. "I'm fine, very fine. I just can't eat any more or drink any more, and you know I'm not a great dancer!" Colin answered. "Have you seen our host's private beach on the other side of the island? I know you have had your swim for today, but I haven't. Please come with me, since Bill probably will be busy for a while!" He put an arm around Colin's shoulder. The lad gladly followed. "I'm sorry Robin didn't come with you this time," Colin said. "I miss him." Klaus Sieger's 18 year old son had been close to both Colin and Bill at previous events. "He has a boyfriend now - a man my age!" Klaus said. "And the man is very jealous of his other friends." "Some old men are!" Colin pinched the 35 year old editor. "So if you want a `Sieger-cock' this time, you have to make do with me!" Klaus pinched Colin back. The small beach was surrounded by birch trees. Up a small path was a building that looked like a sauna. "You want sex first and a swim afterwards, or do you prefer to swim first?" Colin asked. He was about to undress. "There's a third possibility!" Klaus grinned. His underwear was tenting to Colin's joy. "Sex first - then swim - and sex again afterwards!" "I will buy that!" Colin answered. Completely naked, he knelt in front of the man whom he had sucked for the first time the day he was selected as the new model, almost two years ago. Now he pulled down Klaus' underwear. Again he admired the 25 cm (10 inch) long timber-like cock, very dark and very veiny. Klaus was dripping horny. "Maybe we should use the small house," Klaus suggested. "We are not alone on this island, you know!" He took Colin's hand. Together the two hurried hand in hand up the small path. On the beach remained two sets of clothes telling their own story. Klaus lifted Colin in his strong arms and placed him on an upper bench. He spread his legs and just looked at the naked boy with the dripping erection. "I don't know what I love the most!" Klaus said. "Your round inviting butt or your sexy inviting dick?" He knelt and had his head between the open upper legs. "Not much I can do with that pygmy dick," Colin grinned. "Some men would probably cage the tiny one away and forget it. But you like my milk, don't you Klaus, and you like to have sex with me dreaming about your own son, don't you?" Klaus suddenly blushed, but he did not answer. He reached out his long tongue and caught the slimy drop of pre-cum that had just left the kid-like cock's piss-slit. "Yes, I love your milk. You want to give me some, kid? You have teased me all day, you know, and a lot of the pictures are too hot for the magazine, but will cause great entertainment among my staff." "Go on then and give me your cock too. I'm sure the strawberry cream cake was just a pale substitute." Colin laid down on the bench and made room for the German who climbed onto the bench and spread his legs before placing the knees beside Colin's head. A very sexy 69 followed. Klaus could mouth-fuck the youngster almost without his protest, while he could swallow the youngster's cock and balls at the same time without problems. Colin used his hands to play with the man's round butt and for the first time he also put fingers inside the top-guy's man-cunt. Klaus moaned at this unexpected service but did not try to pull away. The moaning made it possible for Colin to fill up the man's mouth with his jerking and shivering balls. "Stop or I will cum!" Colin managed to get free from the slimy timber cock. "I want you to fuck me now, Klaus. I know sucking is your speciality, and you have teased me all the way since that toilet in London, but I need a real man's cock inside me now after all the young men around me all day." "You think any of them wanted sex with you, Colin? I saw some real boners after the last show." Klaus placed Colin on the lower bench with his upper body down and the round buttocks spread and ready. "If I had invited them," Colin answered. "I could have arranged a real bukkake session in there - but they were too young - too young. But you didn't find me too young when you made love to me at my audition, Kurt." "I was the winner, love. Or some of the others would have done it. Rough business!" Klaus was playing with Colin's boy-cunt. He spat on the crack and let Colin suck his fingers before he put them inside the partly open entrance. "You have some lube, Klaus? Last time you fucked me your son had spunked inside me remember, and you just had to finish his job. A father and a son with the same grand equipment." Colin moaned and almost yelled when Klaus put the third finger inside him and rotated it. "I have some outside - in my jacket pocket. Just let me fetch it." The fingers left the boy-cunt with a heavy moan from the boy. Colin watched the man open the door. The beautiful German, 35 last year, hurried down the path to the beach. Colin gave his own cock some jerks and closed his eyes. He knew the huge man-cock would do him good, and he was so damn horny. "We have a visitor!" Klaus shouted. He almost tore down the door to the small cabin. Colin could see a man coming through the birches and stop to look at the clothes spread around, before he started to undress himself. "It's Christian, Dad's editor," Colin whispered as if Klaus didn't know the man he had seen more or less all day. The door was open and the two looked at the scenery outside like it should have been part of a Swedish midsummer show. Colin had never seen Christian without clothes and now the well-built man acted like a stripper. That was how Colin described the story for his Dad later that night. Colin suddenly started to wank. The naked Swede was a beauty in the evening light, smooth and tanned. Without turning around, Christian went down to the water's edge and made a splendid dive into the water. Colin moaned when the man hit the glittering surface. Klaus understood what was going on and like a young gymnast he turned around, knelt and was hit by Colin's splattering white juice. He managed to open his mouth and was happy to receive the last spurts inside. With his own fingers, he collected the dripping milk and feed himself with the rich protein. "The Nordic faun made you cum, professor!" Klaus grinned. "Maybe we could join him in a swim?" Colin looked at Klaus who was still super erect. "And please leave the lube here. I will have this one inside me later, be sure!" With both hands Colin played with the dark and veiny dick. Colin was the first to cross the small beach and do a perfect dive into the water. Klaus followed soon after. The two were really good swimmers and they caught up with Christian in seconds. "Nice to see you, Christian. Have you seen my Dad?" Colin swam close to the Swede. "Bill is looking for you. He is occupied with some old ladies who are trying to teach him a Swedish folk dance." Christian grinned and swallowed some water when Colin made another round. Colin made some back strokes and was really happy with the two hunks beside him. "Be aware of the jellyfish, they burn!" Christian shouted. "Not nice if you burn your noble parts." Again he grinned and swallowed some water. For the next twenty minutes the three played and swam like youngsters and ended lying naked beside each other on the grass by the beach. "You like the sauna building out here?" Christian asked. "All built with driftwood. Not warm today, is it?" "No, but very convenient," Colin commented. "Convenient? Convenient for what?" Christian continued. "For hiding. Please come inside with us, Christian. I'm sure my daddy is well occupied!" Colin was in front as they walked towards the building. He was the only one that still sported a full erection. He did what he could to check out Christian. The man had been covering his cock after the time in the seawater. Now he, without shyness, showed off his full nudity. The half-hard cock was a beauty in Colin's eyes. "You are happy with my equipment, son?" Christian put his smiling blue eyes on the youngster. "Sorry for my curiousity," Colin said. "I have read many of your stories, and all the men are huge, so.." "Yes, that's the writers privilege, you know. The truth is what we believe, that's all! You like this building?" Christian changed the subject. "As I said, built with driftwood from the seashore." "Have you been here for sauna party?" Colin had again jumped to the upper bench with Klaus below him. Christian was standing in the doorway. From time to time he pulled his dick downwards as if he was afraid to get a boner. "Yes, I've been here for just a sauna, but also for more specific parties." Christian grinned. "Specific parties, how?" Klaus was suddenly interested. "You see the hooks in the ceiling?" Christian pointed. "And you see the strange short bench over there with holes in all four legs." "Good if you want to bind up people, eh?" Colin saw suddenly the possibilities. "Take a look at the wall here!" Christian removed two bouquets of dry birch from the wall. Now they could see four wooden knobs on something that looked like a X-cross. "Let me try, please!" Colin jumped down on the floor and lifted himself by the upper knobs. He spread his legs to find the lower ones. He managed, but could hardly hang there without ropes or cuffs. "Hit me with the birch, Christian! That's what you do, isn't it?" Colin was sweating with excitement even though the sauna wasn't heated. "You can't use these dry ones, Colin. They will be like knives on your flesh. What do you think Bill would say if I left you like a bloody beefburger?" Christian touched the young body for the first time. With an open hand, he followed Colin's spine from his neck down to the round globes. Klaus moaned softly as Christian let his hand slowly follow the crack and stay there a second when Colin opened up. Klaus had to give his own boner some light jerks. "But you use birch in saunas. I've seen Finnish movies!" Colin turned his face to the man in the doorway. "Okay, give me a minute!" Christian said. He turned and was gone. Shortly afterwards he was back with some twigs of fresh birch which he put into a freshwater barrel by the entrance. "Lie face down on the short bench, Colin, and pretend your arms and legs are bound up!" Christian used the birch on his own body, across the shoulders, hitting his upper back. Again he watered the fresh birch in the barrel and went up to the naked body lying in front of him. The first strokes were like play. Then Christian went on much harder. Colin's butt became pink, partly covered with green leaves from the twigs. Colin couldn't see it, but Klaus looked at Christian's 20 cm (8 inch), very thick erection while he worked Colin's body. With soft, very innocent strokes, he played with Colin's upper body and the back of his stretched legs. He ended with a real hit on both buttocks and then handed the twigs to Klaus. "I have to go back to your Dad, Colin! Are you okay?" Christian played with Colin's wet dark curls. "Never been better, Christian. Tell my dad I'm well taken care of!" Colin moaned. Christian left and closed the door behind him. "That was a real turn-on," Colin said. "For whom?" Klaus asked. "For all of us. Could have been a hot threesome." Colin waited just a second, but stayed in position. "Fuck me now, Klaus, and let me cum, and spread you man-milk over me, please." Klaus Sieger was easy to ask. He knelt behind the boy and dived into the opened butt with nose, mouth and tongue. Colin smelled of saltwater, pre-cum and fresh birch, a god-given combination. Colin moaned and yelled when Klaus opened him with three fingers, this time greased up by real sex-lube. The man hooked his long fingers and found the love-knot inside the youngster. Colin gasped again. "Please, give me more, more, or I will cum again now. Please give me your cock, Klaus, your great family cock!" Colin used his arse-muscles on the man's fingers. Klaus greased up his long cock and pulled the long foreskin all the way back. He placed the shining cockhead just outside Colin's partly open arse. With one long slow stroke he burst through Colin's sphincter. Without a stop he pushed his 25 cm (10 inches) all inside - balls deep. Colin's cry filled the wooden shelter. "You okay, love?" Klaus stopped for a second. "Aye, aye, just waiting for more. Please do it again, all the way, all the way!" Colin wriggled on the rough bench. Klaus went on, and fucked Colin with hard strokes. From time to time he slowed down and rotated his cockhead near Colin's prostate. "I'm cumming soon, cumming, Klaus. Do you want to eat me?" Colin knelt on the bench now while Klaus almost fisted him with his fingers while taking Colin's cock in his mouth. "Aye, aye, aahhh!" Colin yelled and filled the man's mouth with his spunk. Again and again, his balls contracted, and jets of boy-juice filled Klaus. Still with fresh boy-spunk in his mouth, Klaus found his own slimy cock and started a wild wank which ended in a real geyser all over the birch-covered young wet body. With dripping cum, he forced his cock back inside Colin, all the way to the bottom. Then he swallowed before he started to breathe normally again. "A winner!" Colin said. "You are the winner! Give me your cock now." Klaus withdrew his still very hard pole and gave it to Colin for licking, cleaning and treatment. "You fancy another swim, sir?" Colin sat up and kissed Klaus for the first time. *** There were still some party sounds from outside when Colin curled up in Bill's arms. The day had been eventful. Colin had done his jobs and beside that both he and Bill had really been celebrating the highlights of the famous Swedish midsummer. Bill had probably had too many schnapps and he was far away into dreamland when Colin asked, "Daddy, have you ever wanted to be straight?" Colin was very close to his dad's naked body. "No, not really!" Bill answered from far away. "Maybe when I was bullied as a teenager, but I made them shut up." Colin did not follow up. He knew that story. "I wished I was straight today," he said. Bill opened his eyes. "Really, darling? What's up? He pulled Colin closer. "All of them had girlfriends or boyfriends. They were couples, Dad, young loving couples. Didn't you see that too? I have only had old guys all summer!" Colin sighed. "Really honey, you have been with Kenny the last two weeks - day and night." Bill used a hand to caress Colin's curly hair. "Kenny is Kenny. He's not my boyfriend, he's into girls. I'm just his substitute!" Colin talked as if he was far away. "But you say you love him!" Bill played with the boy's earlobe. "Aye - and I do. Next to you he's the best fuck in the world!" Colin was serious, so Bill tried not to smile. "Did you see how they showed their love, Dad? All the small signs, the touching, the hugs, the teasing, even the small non-sexual kisses. You belong to me! I belong to you!" Colin swallowed. "Non-sexual?" Bill repeated. "I saw a lot of young couples hurrying into the bushes, and I saw very happy youngsters coming back. What you think happened in there?" Colin did not answer. "Any of the girls out there you fancied?" Bill whispered and pinched one of Colin's nipples. "No, no, of course not!" Colin answered. He sounded a bit stressed. "What about the boys then? Any you could make love to?" Bill was uncertain about what Colin was up to. "All of them. All of them." Colin placed a hand on his Dad's chest. "But you used to say you only fancy older men, mature men, and that you don't get horny looking at youngsters," Bill wanted to find out what was Colin's real question. "What about me then?" Bill was a bit more direct now. "That's totally different. I'm yours, Daddy. I love, you. I will always will - always - you are my life - my lover - my dad. But we are not behaving like the couples out there." Again Colin sighed. "You wished I had followed you hand in hand into the forest and fucked you?" Bill was very direct. "Could have been fun, Daddy!" Colin grinned. "But that's not what I meant. Being straight seems so easy. I had nobody taking care of me today!" "But both Christian and Kurt would have fucked the brains out of you if you had opened up for it. And I watched you having some real fun with Ib and Daniel. You were even in the bushes with them, weren't you?" Bill yawned. "Maybe we should sleep on the matter." "Aye, you are right, Daddy. I don't think any of those boys out there would have left their girlfriends for me." Colin helped Bill with the duvet. There was a cool breeze from the open window. "I miss Olav, Daddy. He would have danced with me around the maypole, and he would have kissed me without dirty intentions." "Why didn't you just tell me you missed your piss-brother? Colin love, we could have made some arrangements!" Again Bill yawned and closed his eyes. "I will just take a short walk outside," Colin said. "Will be back soon. Don't worry, I'm not on my way into the bushes as you called it." Colin kissed Bill's forehead. The naked youngster jumped out of bed and found his baggy shorts. Half an hour later Colin was on his knees beside Bill. He lifted his pillow and Bill was suddenly awake, a bit irritated. "What are you up to, son? Your legs are so cold. What the hell is going on?" "I'm testing the Midsummer spirit, Daddy. You have heard about it, haven't you? I have picked seven different wildflowers. I place them under my pillow, and in my dreams I will see who will be my next lover!" Colin grinned. "I thought a girl had to do this?" Bill smiled now. "You are too much of a man, Colin. Christian told me that some youngsters became almost crazy because of this midsummer nonsense in the light summer nights. Some can't even tell reality from dreams, he said." "Christian is a good storyteller, Dad, but I think he should stick to light porn, eh?" Colin showed off a real boner. "Why are you stiff by the way?" Bill squeezed Colin's cock and balls. "Because I looked at your cock to see if you were horny, Daddy. You are, aren't you?" Colin placed the flowers on the bedsheet and placed the pillow on the top. The sound told Colin that his dad was back into dreamland. The Swedish schnapps still worked well. Colin pulled the duvet tight and put his head down. *** The sun was shining into the room. Colin woke up and hurried to the bathroom with cum on his front. He must have had a wet dream for the first time in years, but he couldn't remember the dream. "Well, did the midsummer spirit help you, Colin? You have had a crazy night!" Bill grinned. "You called me Kenny, and sometimes Olav, and sometimes Daddy. And you mounted me, son. You were in a real fucking mode. I didn't know you could act like a top!" "I don't remember. Nothing, a blackout, but I had wonderful sex, but I can't remember who fucked me!" Colin scratched his head. "Nobody fucked you. You were the fucker. You tried to penetrate me, young man, with that iron-hard little poker." Bill played with Colin's cock again and gave him a full erection. "You tried to penetrate every possible hole - my ears, my mouth, my crack. Are you sure you don't remember?" "Sorry, Daddy. Did I hurt you?" Colin felt ashamed. "Not at all, love. I even turned around and gave you my butt." Bill wanked Colin lightly. "And, did I? I mean, could I? Did you�?" Colin stemmed. "Yes, you fucked me okay. You fucked me like a rabbit. I'm sure you dreamt about Olav. You shouted his name when you spunked off inside me." Bill smiled. "You're a better top than you think!" "But I had cream all over my body when I woke up." Colin used a hand to touch his own body. "That was mine, love. You went on until you brought me to a crazy ending. I shot my load all over your body, but you just said some words I didn't understand. Latin perhaps?" Bill hugged his son tight. "Must have been the magic words..." Colin curled up close to Bill. "Sure you aren't teasing me, Dad? Did I really? I mean�" Bill put a finger on Colin's lips to stop him talking. "No more speculations. We had a midsummer night to remember - thanks to the flowers. He lifted the cushion. The wildflowers were a bit soft now, but they smelled of Nordic summer. Colin was still in bed when Bill came back from the bathroom. "I have made a decision without asking you." He sat down close to Colin. "You need a break from the work and the shows now. No old men but me for a while. The day after tomorrow you go to Bergen, while I return to France. You stay with your boyfriend over the weekend and then you return to me and we prepare for the London shows." "But Daddy, we have planned two weeks in the log-house, just the two of us!" Colin looked at his dad with his dark eyes almost filled with tears. "Yes, but we can make changes. Some days in Bergen and then back to France. No discussion, love." Bill placed a hand on Colin's neck. "But you will be all alone then, Daddy?" Colin sounded worried. "Pierre will help me finish off the kitchen. Reynard is back in Switzerland, I understand." Bill stopped and almost blushed. "And Kasim's nephews will come for a holiday tomorrow." "So my dear cuckold, my stay in Bergen will give you some freedom too!" Colin grinned. "I hope Habib will save some energy for me then!" "You still have some energy left, love?" Bill forced two wet fingers deep inside Colin's love-hole. The sudden pressure on his prostate made Colin howl and shoot a clear drop of pre-cum. Bill hurried to catch it with a playful tongue. His boy was ready for some more Midsummer fun. *** The building looked dark and empty, but there was a doorbell with a tiny rainbow flag beside it. And above the door was a working security camera. Christian pushed the button. A hoarse sound was heard when the door-key unlocked the door. The first room was a sort of reception or changing room. "I have two guests, international," Christian said to a young, blond man behind the bar who was dressed all in black. "Your passports, please gentlemen!" The man gave Bill and Colin a welcoming smile. "We need a cubicle," Christian went on. "Any specific dress code for tonight?" he asked. "Normal! But the slaves must be nude and caged," the man informed him without enthusiasm. He watched Colin blush. Colin said nothing, but he was very uncomfortable. "If you didn't bring a cage, I'll be happy to help." The man sent Colin an inviting smile, and Colin, not at all happy for `his' dress code, could not but feel attraction to the beautiful Swede who ended his welcome by pushing his bulge tight up to the desk in front of him as a sort of invitation. "I have one stored for you." Christian tried to smile. Colin's hatred of caging was probably not known to his dad's colleague. The next room smelled of basement, oil and chlorine - no doubt they were to visit a real dungeon. "No midsummer here!" Colin whispered. "Actually this is real midsummer. There are even some male witches here!" Christian grinned. He opened a door with his key and they entered a small cubicle with a bench and a small table. "Please wait for us here, Colin love. It's damn hot in here so you may just undress if you please. And please help yourself to water." Christian looked from Colin to Bill. "Please, love!" Bill repeated. He was not happy for Colin's lack of enthusiasm. Colin saw that his dad was very excited, and so seemed Christian. Colin felt all of a sudden a bit ashamed of himself. Everything had been about him since they arrived in Sweden. "Let me give the old ones some fun," he whispered and started to strip. He was a bit uncertain about what was going on, but on the other hand he was quite sure that Christian would be part of the sex tonight. He had been a bit disappointed when Christian had walked away from the sauna the previous day after the use of the birch. "They told me there would be heavy sex around. But why cage me then?" Naked, Colin sat down on a bench and found the bottle of water. "Wish I had a cold beer!" he said just as Christian and Bill returned to the cubicle. Colin was about to laugh, but he managed to stay looking serious. His men were dressed like real masters, all in black leather and black military boots. The reason for the laugh was the black military hats. Colin had never fancied that part of the master uniform, and Bill looked funny in the new hat. But their bodies were as sexy as hell in Colin's eyes, both lightly-haired men with huge bulges in leather jocks, and with tight harnesses on oiled upper bodies. "Rise!" Christian spoke with a commanding attitude and Colin followed the instruction. "Kneel on the table and push your cock forward!" Colin looked at the wrinkles beside his dad's eyes. Colin had never seen or used the type of cockcage Christian placed on his flaccid dick. It was golden, just like a metal thong, and covered both balls and cock. It was in place in seconds and was more a sexy outfit than a cage. But the treatment from the man made Colin's cock grow and now he felt that the space was very limited. "How can I piss? There's no hole!" Colin grinned. "You can't. It's part of the caging!" Christian looked at Bill. "You have the leash?" Bill placed a leather necklace on the boy and then attached a leash. Together they entered the huge room that looked like a workshop for cars and bikes. The room was very crowded and some of the actions around were familiar for Colin. "You are going to buy me a bike for the pleasure, Dad?" Bill stopped in front of a huge motorbike. A young man had been bound tight, front down on top of the bike and he was being fucked rather hard by a mature daddy. In front of the boy, two younger men were being given service by the youngster's mouth and throat. "You want to please my new kid, Christian?" The man did not stop the fucking while speaking. "I have brought my own beauty tonight," Christian answered. Colin felt the man's fingers searching for his love-hole. He spread his legs and let the fingers inside. They went on to see the rest of the set up. There were small cabins around, no doors and no covers, the sex actions were rather obvious. The group ended up in the middle of the room where a youngster was just being taken down from chains hanging from the ceiling. Behind Colin were two younger Swedes, probably in their late thirties. Colin had seen them following him for a while, commenting in Swedish. Colin understood well that the comments were about him, and since the words were followed by hoarse laughter he did not feel comfortable. "What did the guy say?" Colin asked Christian. "Nothing special!" Christian answered and looked a bit embarrassed. "Tell me - and translate it exactly!" Colin met Christian's eyes. "He wondered how they allowed children in here," Christian whispered. "And the other guy?" Colin was blushing red. "He said you looked like a fuckable princess!" Christian whispered again while both he and Bill saw the guys doing fucking movements with their hands behind Colin's back. "Bind me to the chains!" Colin looked at his Dad who hesitated. "Do it now, don't make me a prize doll! And bring us the real whip over there, Christian!" Colin pointed at a sort of stand just beside the chains. Bill did not like the situation. He remembered a similar show when Colin was eighteen and felt provoked by some loud speaking guys in Gran Canaria. Bill ended up almost flogging his son and he did not want that to happen again. Colin was already standing underneath the chains and lifted his hands upwards. "Don't push me, love. Don't make me hurt you, okay. Normal rules? Okay?" Again Bill hesitated. "Go on Dad, show them I'm not a soft pussy!" Colin let Bill put handcuffs on him while Christian used the lift and made him stretch his body so that his toes only just reached the oily stone floor. Something happened in the huge room. Suddenly all eyes were on the group in the middle of the room. A ring of black leather and some kneeling slaves watched what was going on. Bill used the whip on his own back twice and he hit his own hand. The whip was not dry, very oily and in a way soft, and there was no knot at the end. The first strokes were light, but made marks on the pale body - across Colin's golden globes and on his upper legs. Bill tried not to hit the same place twice. Not a sound from Colin - not a cry. Bill folded the whip and went up to his son and used an open hand to comfort the sweating body. There was no broken skin. "Don't play games, Dad! Do it for real, and let me scream, but please remove this steel instrument soon!" Colin shook the chains. He was far from comfortable. The next stroke hit parts of his back, and so did the one after. Colin's scream was heard, more because he was surprised and also irritated. The next two strokes hit the rounded buttocks. There were visible red marks. Bill lifted his arm for the next stroke, but a young fist locked his arm. "Enough, sir!" The young man from the reception, now shirtless with bulging biceps stopped Bill. "Agreed, but you have to help me with this youngster. He desperately wants to cum!" Bill grinned and turned Colin around. "Free him from the cage, Christian!" Bill looked at his Swedish editor who, with a fast move, freed the boy from his lockdown. To the audience's amusement Colin was rock-hard in seconds. His cock was dripping pre-cum. "I think this young man needs some more treatment, but we do it softer now, I think. Agreed?" Bill looked at the reception guy and fetched a rather soft cockwhip. The young man said nothing when Colin begged for rough treatment. Soon Colin's front turned pink from nipples to hips and when Bill went on to hit his balls and finally his dripping cock, he moaned and asked for more. "Yes, yes, Dad. Let me cum, please let me cum, please, harder!" But Bill suddenly stopped and placed the cockwhip on the stall. A bit frustrated, Colin moaned. "No! Dad please, let me cum!" Bill looked around. A lot of the guys had played with themselves for the last minutes, and Bill looked at the guys who had made the comments that was reason for the show. Both were secretly wanking in the shadows. "Make sure the youngster gets his balls drained or he'll be hard to take home!" Bill grinned. "But no more whipping and no more dirty jobs, okay?" The two were on their knees in front of Colin before Bill had finished speaking. Colin had cum twice and he had pissed in front of the audience when Bill and Christian carried him to one of the smaller rooms. "You asked for a bike, son. This is very special!" The bike was red and silver and the naked Colin was placed on the top. Over the next hour he was fucked by his Dad and by Christian both from behind and frontal. His sore back was treated with the best medical treatment, men-milk and boy-milk. Some foreign visitors to the `chambre separe' added liquids to Colin's sore back. *** "Give Olav my love, Colin!" Bill waved Colin off at the airport outside Stockholm. "And tell him to be careful with your back!" "Take care of Christian! I guess you have some stories to write - make them soft for your housewife readers, Dad" Colin grinned and hurried through the security on his way to a weekend with his `piss-brother' in Bergen. To be continued.

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Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2024 15:51:15 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Dave's boi julian chapter 1 Dave's boi Julian Hi! I'm Dom Dave, I'm 32 years old. This is the first of a series of stories about the subs I've broken in. If you're a Dom, call me Dave. If you're a sub, call me Sir. Make sure a Dom or Master has given you permission to read this story. If you're neither . . . . . really? 1. The Hook-up I was away for a few days at a yearly work conference being held in Atlanta this year. We had meetings all day but our nights were free. I'd been thinking of hitting one of the gay bars in town, but for the first night I decided to check out bar in the hotel lounge. Much to my surprise, a nice young man was there just waiting for me to find him. Right away, I spotted an adorable young fellow in a corner by himself nursing a drink and looking around with wary eyes that hinted of hunger. He was a twink with black hair that looks like it could have been styled by his mother before he left home. Younger than I usually prefer, but when I'm on the road I tend to lower my standards. I got a drink and sat with my back to the bar with my legs spread. I caught him sizing me up. The minute he realized I was watching him he started chugging his drink, like he was going to make a hasty escape back to his room. I had to act quickly. "It's okay, you know," I said to him in a calm voice as I approached his table. "Nothing to be ashamed of, guy, looking at me the way you were. In fact, I'm flattered that you were checking me out. My name's Dave, and I think you and I have something in common. May I join you?" He nodded, obviously nervous as hell. "Take a deep breath and see if you can relax a bit. It's safe here. All the other guys in here have their eyes set on the women. Let's face it, none of will be happy if we have to sleep alone tonight. No one notices a sweet young guy like you who has an eye for what's between a dude's legs." He closes his eyes and does what I said, breathing deeply. When he opens his eyes, I'm already seated across from him at his table. "I'm . . . I'm not very good at this," he says to me. I chuckle then smile at him. "I'd bet you're from a place where there aren't many guys like us," I say, wanting him to know that I'm as much of a queer as he is, that we're both in the same boat. "No. And oh, I'm not here for those meetings you're at." I realize that I still have my ID tag on my suit jacket. I take it off. "So what does bring you here?" "Family wedding. I'm actually here with my parents. Isn't that pathetic for a guy my age?" "Which is . . . " "22. Only graduated last May." Oh my. Younger than I usually get interested in. "Well, congratulations to you . . . . You know my name is Dave, but I didn't catch yours name since you don't have a tag on." "J J ... Julian. My family calls me Julie, but I guess I should get rid of the boy's name and become an adult." "Hey, it's okay, Julie or Julian. Some guys always remain boys no matter how old they are.." "How so, Dave, if I may ask?" "Well, I'm from, New York City, where there are lots and lots of us around. The word "boy" is a kind of code word the men in my crowd use. We're all men, but some of us are really "boys," meaning somewhat submissive. I have several friends my age�10 years older than you�who are still known as boys. Dudes who prefer being on their knees most of the time." That gets a rise out of him. "Was only on my knees once," he tells me, then blushes. Adorable! "And do you think that's a place you should rightfully be more often?" I ask. He nods, blushing. "I went to a small Catholic college where it wasn't really very safe to come out. I had a crush on my roommate but didn't let anything happen until senior year and by that time we had private rooms. That was a relief because I was driving myself crazy wanting him, wanting to do something, anything at all." "And so how did you end up on your knees before him?" "Senior year, shortly before we all moved out, Tommy�that's his name---came to my room one night and told me he knew I'd always been hot for him. He said it was okay, but I was a fucking nervous wreck. This guy could have beaten the shit out of me. I tried to deny it, but he stood there with this weird smile on his face, pulled down his fly and took it out of his pants. `Come on, J, you can have it. Consider it a graduation present. From me to you and from you to me. Shit, dude, I want to be in your mouth as much as you want me in yours. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Sorry I never took advantage of it all year. So come on, Julian. Give us both something to remember long after we leave this place." "And you got down on your knees like a good little faggot?" He winced at the word. I shouldn't have been so blunt "I don't mean anything insulting like that. It's just the way we talk back home where things are a lot more open. I decided right then and there I was simply not going to come on to this innocent fellow as the Dom I am. So where are you from, anyway?" I ask, diverting his attention to the F word that slipped out by habit. "North Dakota. I didn't really get on my knees at first. I was sitting on my bed. He walked right over to me and stood there. His dick was just a little lower than my head. I took it in my hand---the first time I ever held some dude's dick. I almost shot in my pants from the feel of it. "`Hey come on, Julian. Don't be shy. You can put it in your mouth, good buddy. This is your big chance and I'm giving it to you free and clear to enjoy.' So I slid off my seat. Next think I know I'm really on my knees and after a couple awkward moves, there I was sucking my friend's cock. Wow, did it feel good to be doing that! Better than I even imagined. Oh shit, I'm talking too much. Sorry." "I like hearing you tell me your story, boy. (!!!) I'm sure I'm probably one of the few people you could ever tell it to." "The only person, Dave, and I have to thank you for that." "So anyway, I'm glad your first time was someone you cared for a lot." He chuckles. "We're still friends even after that. Talk almost every week. He got a job in Kansas so I don't know if we'll ever get together again. He says he's straight but he'll always have `something special' for me to enjoy if I ever get a chance to go visit." "Oh, nice. You really lucked out, Julian. Your first time was under perfectly safe circumstances." "First time and last time, sadly enough." "Kansas isn't that far from where you are, is it, boy? I'm completely ignorant about that part of the country." He reacted to what I called him. Gave me a look like it registered. After all, I told him I tend to call submissive guys "boy." "It would be about a ten hour drive from my parents' place to his, Sir." I note that he used the "S" word unbidden. I intensify my eyes briefly . "Tell you what, Julian? I'm in room 555�easy to remember. I'll be here the next three nights. I'm going up now to shower. I'll be in for the rest of the night just playing on my phone. Stop by if you feel like getting down on your knees again." I finish my drink, say goodbye and leave the lounge. Forty minutes later there's a light knock on my door. I answer in my boxer briefs. "Come on in, Julian. I'm glad you decided to stop by. Good boy." Neither of us got much sleep that night. Poor Julian kept apologizing that he wasn't very experienced and I'm probably used to excellent cocksuckers. I told him I'm a good teacher so not to worry. I coaxed him to strip himself down and get up on the bed with me. "I'm betting that no one's ever given you a blowjob. Is that the case?" "No, Sir, Never," he said and the lovely blush appeared, so endearing to me. "Listen, Julian, we're all born virgins. A lot of guys a lot older than you haven't had any experience either, believe me. So anyway, I'm going to teach you how to give a good blow job�by example. So just lie back, close your eyes if you want, and relax. I'm going to take care of you for a while. Then you can get down on your knees if you want and then do to me what I was doing to you. So let's see what happens, okay?" Now I got a lusty smile out of the boy. Already he's getting a lot more than he bargained for. I gave him the best blowjob I knew how to give; I'd been trained the same way by an Uncle who took my virginity by him blowing me, then stopping short of letting me cum. I did the same thing to Julian, and, of course, he groaned in frustration when I stopped. "No way, boy. If I let you cum now you won't be able to do what you came here to do. I come first tonight, boy. Then, if you're good, I'll let you shoot your load. Deal?" He agreed. I remind myself to be careful, not to talk like the Dom I am. Don't want to scare the kid away. Sure enough, Julian gets up off the bed and down on his knees. It seems that's how he'd always pictured himself. Well, guess what? Julian is a natural-born cocksucker. All it took was just a bit of coaching. Damn. Not only did the kid suck my dick, by the time he headed back to North Dakota he got himself a taste of every inch of my body and couldn't get enough of it. Before we had to finally say goodbye I gave him a list of some cities that would be good possible places to move to. Told him I'd help him out if he decided to try NYC, even told him he could stay with me for a while until he got settled. Six, almost seven months later, I heard from him. He decided to take my advice. He'd done some investigating on the Internet and even sent out a couple feelers about finding a job in his field. Julian obviously had a lot going for him because he had several offers for Zoom interviews. One potential employer offered to fly him into town for in-person meetings with the associates on the team he'd most likely be training and working with. Like I said, this guy was obviously no slouch. Since he had just graduated, my thought was that they were hiring him on the basis of the potential they saw in him. Little did I know at the time just what kind of potential they were looking for. Julian asked me not to say anything more about his professional life. so mum's the word unless you decide you want to write some fan fiction and come up with the whole story about Julian's career. I did ask whether he'd be completely out or would he have to live with a secret like he did back home. He said he was up front when he applied. It wasn't an issue in the company he was speaking with. Several of their associates were somewhere on the LGBTQIA+ spectrum. They preferred it that way. He came in for the interviews. They put him up at the Park Plaza. Holy cow! I was impressed! He wanted to visit me while he was in town, but a couple of the gay men who on his Team offered to show him some of the "better spots" in the city. I encouraged him to go with them, knowing full well that this sweet boy was not in any way suited for the type of bars and clubs I hang out at. I'd explain all that to him some other time if the issue ever came up. Oh, I almost forgot. He told me something that has me a bit intrigued: They guys he went out with came right out and asked, "Since you're from North Dakota, can we assume that you haven't had much experience sucking cock?" "I was in `Frisco for a couple months, so I'm not a complete beginner, now." "Well if you get hired, you'll get a lot of practice. Most of the so-called "straight" men we work with like to get regular blow jobs from gay associates, especially the newly hired." Wow. Nothing like that where I work, unfortunately. I hope Julian gets the job. I'd love to have more sweet time with him, even if he's actually vanilla. . I had certainly enjoyed nights with him back in Atlanta. The second night we were together he and me if I would away take his anal virginity�that's the way he said it. How could I turn down such an sweet opportunity? In the long run, it was a smart move on his part. I could make sure his first time probably more gentle and pleasurable than he would ever get from anyone else. It seems that Julian had found his way into an upper class sector of corporate society. I asked him the name of the company that was thinking of hiring him. "The Firm," he told me. It already sounded like he was proud to say it. Wow! "The Firm" was one of the most respected corporations around despite the fact that it was reasonably well-known that in addition to all the wonderful work that was part of its portfolio, The Firm also had what we might call a "dark underbelly." Hence that remark about new hires giving blow jobs. I knew that some on the Board The Firm were active in the gay BDSM sub-culture. I know a couple from parties. I've seen one of them in action in our sleaziest clubs down by the docks. I've also used a couple boys who told me that were from The Firm. It seems they were told to be sluts at sex clubs while a couple of Firm associates there would keep an eye on them so see how they handled themselves. Little did I know that I would soon become one of those associates. As far as I'm concerned, The Firm is making a wise investment by hiring a qualified boy right out of college because he seems to have not only professional potential but might also be turned into at least a sub if not even a slave. They intend to find out how far they can take him. During working hours, nothing ever happened, but nights and weekends were another story all together. They've only recently been offering corporate positions to "associates" who showed promise as subs or slaves. The Firm wanted clear evidence that a sub is self-aware and understands that it might even end up as an owned slave. They don't invest anything in boys just seeking some kind of "escape" or a few thrills in D/s roleplays. The firm hires its associates for life, I've heard, although this is not seen anywhere in official documents or transcripts of committee meetings. The truth is that there has seldom ever been an associate�they never use the word "employee"--who decides to seek greener pastures elsewhere. Actually The Firm is the only place those greener pastures may be found. I have to say that I've been very impressed with everything I've come to learn about the Firm and their mandated culture. I'm obviously quite fond of Julian and I'm honored that they trust me even though I don't hold a position with them. 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Date: Thu, 3 Oct 2024 08:56:23 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Daves boi julian chapter 3 "Dom Dave's boi julian" Chapter 3. The Disciplinarian After we finish eating, I ask Julian to tell me more about what happened "They were so pleased that I had the courage do to that. They helped me realize the meaning of it all and about CMNM situations. I stayed that way with them and we began discussing what they're into and about how I feel about myself. I discovered that I liked being the one naked guy. Yes, it did make me feel inferior to them as well, and that was also cool�or, well, hot, actually!" "So did they pick up on your potential to be a sub?" "Of course they did. They also made me tell them in detail about my first time, about losing my virginity to you. They helped me realize that since you're a Dom you naturally started taking charge and I willingly went along with all of it. I kept protesting that I had to. I didn't know what I was doing. But they wouldn't accept that." I had to ask this to satisfy my curiosity: "If this is too personal just let me know, but I'm wondering if they make use of you sexually now that all the cards are on the table." He blushes. "One of them�Todd�does sometimes. Only bj's though, and he's gentle with me. He talks a lot about fucking--or even raping�my face some night, but he's never like that with me. Lets me control the entire act. Pretty much like you did when..." I interrupt. "... that wouldn't happen now, let me tell you, boy. Not when your body hair has been shaved off and they're thinking about keeping you naked all the time. No, the next time I decide to use you�if there is a next time�I intend to really use you just the way I would do with any slave." I know that turned him on. I could hear it in his breath. "they've started making up rules, trying things out with me to see if they'd work out." "And do they?" "Not always. They had this one rule that I had to ask permission to jerk off . . . but I couldn't wait . . . . The one about being naked is fine now." "Any others?" "I'd rather not say." The blush intensifies. "that's perfectly fine, boy. You set the limits. Always. And by the way, just in case it's crossed your mind, or theirs, I am not in the market for a permanent slave." He smiles, relieved, I think. "Nor am I,," he says, chuckling. "I'm glad we got that out of the way. However, . . " ---"However, what else did they tell you?" "To show you what a good sub I'm learning to be," he answers, almost robotically. ---"I'll keep that in mind, but not for tonight. Unfortunately. I made plans for later. I never imagined things would turn out this way with you. I figured that by now you were probably some horny young pup running wild around town." "I never run around, Dave. They come to me. Todd or Zach bring them." ---Holy shit! "Really? Like you're some kind of a whore they're pimping for? Are they making money off your ass? Are they treating your home as a bordello with you as the whore?" Silence, but I can hear him thinking. . . . "I guess they probably are, because I'm living there rent-free. The Firm owns the unit." --I chuckle to myself It's not really rent free. They're finding all sorts of ways to train this boy even without using the specific jargon. He's naked when they want him to be. He sucks one of them off, and apparently has sex with whoever they tell him to. I decide to point out what is obvious to me. "I hope you realize that this is only the beginning," I tell him, using my Daddy voice. "I guess, until I draw the line. But you're right. They both shaved me this afternoon, telling me they were `getting you ready for you,' Dave. Then that whole scene in the car, naked. Not knowing how you'd react." ---"And I'm sure there are other things they're planning for you as well. You set the pace for now, but they already have a map outlined, a map of your journey to become a faggot slave. You can deny this if you want, but you have no reason not to trust me about this, knowing what you know about me now. I can see what they're doing. And I also see that you're thriving. You're an entirely different person now than when I first met you." He's quiet for a while. I know he's processing it all. "Thanks, Dave. For caring for me so much that you would tell me this even if it meant I wouldn't want anything to do with you again." ---"that's right, boy. I am a risk-taker. And just so you know, even two years ago I never had tried any of this. Now I know." "know what, Dave?" ---"Now I know . . . . what I know about myself . . . . . and how it doesn't mean that I'll turn out to be a brute." He laughs out loud. "Brute," he bursts out. "You are the fucking least brute-type person I have ever met. But it doesn't mean you're a wimp. I'll never forget how smooth you were when you picked me up that night." ---"Like I said, risk-taker. Either I'd win or I'd lose. Both of us." "Well we both won. You've had more impact on my life than anyone I've ever met and I'll never stop thanking you for it. So if you ever want to work me over just for your own pleasure or break me into being your slave, you can have me. I really mean this, Dave." ---"Did they order you to say that?" He blushes again. "Yes, Sir." Yes, I said I didn't want him to call me Sir. But now, considering everything, it's just appropriate for him to call me that. ---I push for more information: "Have they started punishing you for anything, Julian�corporal punishment, for example?" He inhales quickly. "Um . . . we've talked about it but that's all so far. I'm not sure . . . . " ---"You're probably going to have to let it happen to find out what it does for you or to you." "Maybe you could be the first, Sir?" ---"would you like that? Me to be the first to take you over my knee?" A quiet voice says, "I think so, sir." I can hear the nervousness in his voice. ---"Well then, talk to Todd and Zach about it. See what they have to say. Get used to the idea that you shouldn't be making sexual decisions on your own. Not about this stuff. Let them decide who will the first man to whip your ass.." "Yes, Sir, although I get nervous when you say `whip' my ass instead of just `spank' me." ---"Understood. I mostly prefer using the word `whip.' It's more evocative. And it obviously had that effect on you. I could see how you started quivering when you heard me say it." ---"Yes, Sir. It is powerful word." We're pretty quiet the rest of the time we spend together. I make him get naked in the limo again and I edge him all the way home. When the limo stops at my house, before I get out, I tell him "If I owned you, this would be the perfect time to lock up that cute dick in a cage so the orgasm you've been hoping for would never get to happen. That's how I like to break a faggot and make him understand that only real men get to cum whenever they want. . Don't forget that, boy." "I...I won't, Sir," he calls out from the limo. I turn and look down. He's still in the same position with his legs still spread and his dick still hard. ---I take pity on the boy: "Take your shirt and hold it over the head of your dick, Julian." He does so. ---"So now, boy, I've decided to let you cum. Get ready for it. . . . . .okay, CUM NOW!!!!!" I stay to see the look on his face. It's an explosive orgasm after being edged, and therefore probably be painful at first. Sure! That's what I see. He's wincing! I bet he remembers that orgasm for the rest of his life, the night he first admitted it to me that he thinks of himself as my slave. Feeling very satisfied, I got out and made my way inside the house. What an amazing evening! A week later Julian called to let me know Todd and Zach decided that they didn't want to spank him themselves because it might by too intense to introduce that into their living space. "I have something to ask you about, Dave, but first I want you to know that this was entirely my idea, not theirs. I told them about it and they gave me their permission to ask you for what they say I need." ---"Okay. That's all clear. I'm glad you asked for permission. I suggest that you should never do anything on your own without a Dom's permission�for example, one of the three of us. So what is this thing that you decided on your own you want to ask for? "Would you be willing to spank me?" ---"I told you I'd give you your first spanking if it was okay with them. So sure. When do you want it to happen? "No, there's more than that, Dave. It's not just my first spanking. It's spankings. Plural." ---"So bringing you along, breaking you in, so to say?" "More than that. Todd gave me a word to use. To be my, um... disciplinarian." ---"I should probably speak to Todd about this more to see exactly what he was getting at." "He explained it. That since you're a big part of my life, I'll tell you everything that goes on if you think I deserve to be disciplined or punished for something, you'll take care of it. He said he could even imagine they're upset with me about something I did or didn't do, so they send me to you to be punished for that as well. It's just they don't want that kind of relationship with me. It would ruin things. We really like living together and don't want to spoil it." ---"He makes good sense about that, Julian. It would have been a big mistake. Really complicate things. It makes me feel good to know they're careful and considerate of you, honoring your needs to become a sub. It shows how trustworthy they are, at least in my eyes. And you should realize that as well, boy." "Oh I do, Sir, I really do. They told me they had a couple friends who would be happy to `break me in,' but I thought of you and they said it was an excellent idea. Then they explained about the whole disciplinarian idea." ---"And you're convinced you need to be under a disciplinarian, that you will always need to be someone who will have that power to use corporal punishment on you. I want to make this perfectly clear, boy. You're an adult and yet you realize that you are meant to be more of a boi than an adult. At work you are an talented and productive adult. At home and even with other people in your life who know your secrets, you're a boy. You will always be a boy. You will always be subject to punishment if you upset your Superiors, who are all your betters." Heavy sighs. "that just got me hard, Dave." ---"Are you naked?" "Yes, Sir. Oh, I didn't tell you. Now I'm always naked here, even when they have friends over. All their friends are into this as well or are used to being around naked bois at Firm events." ---"Good. I figured that would happen eventually. Now, as for being hard. Don't touch it." "No, Sir. Oh, and they've been talking about caging me." ---"Already? I'm impressed." "They found out I jerk off a lot." ---"Are they curtailing it at all? Because if they aren't, I will." "Just a little, Sir. A day at a time." ---"And is this a jerkoff day or not?" "It is, Sir." ---"Well then, Julian, now it isn't. Understand?" Breath. "Yes, Sir. I'll try." ---"If you fail you'll be punished, boy. Now as for that first spanking . . . . let it be soon. My place or yours?" "Yours, please, Sir? Not here. Tonight? Tomorrow night? Whatever, Dave." ---"Fine. Then let's do it tonight. Call a car. Get right over here. Don't shower. You can shower here right before I spank you." "On my way, Sir." click! Disciplinarian. Hmmm... Damn I'm so glad I picked this guy up that night in Atlanta. 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Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2020 11:13:16 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin - Student and Model 9 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men. We would love to hear from you if you are enjoying this story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com Bill COLIN � STUDENT AND MODEL Chapter 9 (Blake) "Do you have anything planned for Saturday morning?" Bill asked Colin during a telephone call. "There's an open day for new students and relatives at university and I have to assist Professor Thomsen in the afternoon, but I've nothing arranged for the morning. Why?" responded Colin. "Reynard is coming to Glasgow for a business meeting with a guy who wants his client to appear in one of your private shows. I think we should be there," replied Bill. "Why didn't Reynard tell him I chose my own partners and that I'm not interested in having another one?" Colin asked. "Oh, this isn't a potential partner," said Bill. "He is only seventeen for a start. Apparently this lad is eager to get into porn movies and he wants to experience some face-to-face contact with punters. Reynard talked about him doing a strip show as a warm-up act. I'm not keen on the idea of an underage lad being part of the show." "What's in it for Reynard? I can't imagine the guys coming to see one of my shows paying extra for a strip show," said Colin. "I get the impression that Reynard is quite keen to have the lad as a model. He described him as being very photogenic," Bill explained. "Surely not as another JustColin model." Colin frowned. "No. Since he is keen to do porn, I imagine Reynard hopes he will pose for erotic photos," said Bill. "There is still a market for them." "Hmm, okay," said Colin. "Do you know anything more about this boy and his agent?" asked Colin. "The boy's name is Blake and he lives up north somewhere," Bill began. "His agent is Dutch, name of Hendrik. It seems he was in the audience at your last private show in Paris." "I remember a Dutchman. He didn't say much," said Colin. "Oh, I remember him talking to Reynard after the show ended. Okay, I'm happy to come along." "Great. I'll take the train up to Glasgow on Saturday morning. Please meet me at Central Station at 10.30am. The meeting is at eleven," Bill concluded. *** "He is taller than me but he hardly looks seventeen," was Colin's first thought when he saw Blake. The fair-haired lad was 170 cm (5ft 7in) tall with a swimmer's build. "We are both blessed, or cursed, by looking younger than we are." Hendrik, the Dutchman, spoke first. He introduced Blake and a man named Dan who was described as Blake's friend. "Daddy more like," Colin thought as he shook hands with the man in his early forties. "I remember you from Paris," Colin said as he shook Hendrik's hand. Reynard introduced Bill and Colin, and then suggested everyone take a seat. He indicated a big table behind him and they all sat down. Reynard was on one side with Colin and Bill, his manager, next to him. Hendrik, Blake and Dan sat opposite them. "It's not often I'm in the same room as two such beautiful boys," Reynard began in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere. Dan smiled and said, "We appreciate you coming all this way to discuss a potential business arrangement, Mr Reynard." Then he turned to Colin and added, "And of course it's a delight to meet the famous underwear model." "I don't normally get invited to meet younger boys," smiled Colin. "Normally it's daddies and granddaddies who want to meet me." "I like meeting daddies and granddaddies," said Blake. Then he put a hand over his mouth, realising he should have kept quiet. Colin laughed. "We're two of a kind, I see." "Shall we get down to business?" Reynard suggested. Hendrik nodded and stated that his side were hoping that Blake could perform at one of Colin's future sex shows. He emphasised that they expected only a short time on stage. "Please explain the benefits for both sides," Bill requested. "Blake's ambition is to be a porn star. He has made one sex video but of course we can't make any for sale to the public until he turns eighteen. We would like to give him more exposure - forgive the pun - and let him gain some experience of meeting the public," Dan explained. "We think having a cute seventeen year old will be an added attraction when you sell tickets for Colin's next show." "I'm not sure that having Blake - cute though he is - on stage would make much difference," Reynard said. "Demand for Colin's shows always exceeds the number of places available in our small venues." "Well, my studio is very successful and we can offer you better than normal rates if Colin wishes to appear in erotic videos," said Hendrik. "Colin will not be making videos," Bill stated firmly. "Have you done any photographic modelling, Blake?" Reynard asked. "A little, as a favour to a business friend of ours." Blake looked at Dan as he spoke. "Ordinary clothes and some underwear. Not as sexy as JustColin underwear." "Any nude work?" asked Reynard. "Just private photos. Not professional," replied Blake. "Would you be willing to pose nude?" Colin asked. "Oh yes, definitely. I used to be shy but then I discovered that many gay men liked seeing me naked," smiled Blake. "Now I love getting naked and making men happy." Colin smiled. "I like making men happy too but I wouldn't want naked photos or videos of me out in the public domain. I want to be a teacher when I finish at university and it wouldn't be good for my pupils to be able to see me in explicit sex action." "But you are able to pose almost naked for JustColin and do sexy stuff in front of men in your private shows. Sounds like a very good deal," grinned Blake. "We need to confer," Reynard said to Bill and Colin. "Let's split up for coffee and meet back here in thirty minutes." "What do you think?" Bill asked when he was with Reynard and Colin. "I'm not keen." "I think he's cute and I love the way he wants to get naked and perform for older men," said Colin. "It might be fun to get to know him." "He is very cute. Nearly as cute as you, Colin," smiled Reynard. "I don't know that he would add much to your show but I would love to have him pose for nude photos. He clearly isn't shy and I can picture him in all sorts of erotic poses. Maybe even some with Kasim. However we might have to allow him to appear on stage to get him to agree to modelling for me." "I say we allow him a short spot," said Colin. "Bill?" Bill shrugged. "Okay. He seems very eager so he will probably perform for a small fee." "Good! We need to get him signed up before I raise the subject of him modelling but I think he might agree to that," said Reynard. "I have seen a photo of him in tiny speedos and I'm looking forward to seeing him naked." "I bet he would strip off if I asked him," smiled Colin. "Let's get our coffees." When the meeting resumed, Reynard said, "We might be prepared to let you do a short scene to open the show but you'd be on your own. The only real sex action would be with Colin in the main part of the show." "I would be happy with that," smiled Blake. "Would I be allowed to spunk off on stage?" Colin giggled. "You are keen to show off, aren't you?" "Sorry." Blake wondered if he'd gone too far. "No need to apologise," smiled Colin. "In fact, there's something I would like you to do for us before we reach a decision." "I'll do anything. Name it," replied Blake. "Get up on this table and strip off. We want to see if you can get and keep an erection in front of strangers," Colin said. Blake stood up smiling and said, "I'm happy to do that." "Is Colin serious?" Dan asked Reynard. "Yes. I'd like to see Blake naked," replied the Frenchman. Dan shrugged and told Blake to go ahead. Blake took off his shoes and climbed on to the table. "Obviously I would work out a routine and perform to music if I was to strip in one of your shows," Blake said, looking at Colin. "I wasn't expecting this so I have nothing prepared." "It's not a problem. We just want to see your body," smiled Colin. Blake grinned and then pulled off his polo shirt. He removed his socks and then stood up. He squeezed his crotch and then stood up. Turning his back to Colin and the two men sitting beside him, Blake ran a hand over his bum in a sensual manner. He was of course wearing a pair of made-to-measure trousers, which clung like a second skin and showed off his shapely buttocks. Facing his small audience once more, Blake opened his trousers and then slowly unzipped the fly. He then slipped a hand inside to rub the growing bulge before pushing his trousers down and stepping out of them. "I should have worn JustColin briefs to win your approval," Blake said. "I hope you like these ones." He walked up and down in front of the three guys. His stiff little cock created a tent in the low-cut white briefs. He turned his back again and looked over his shoulder to see all three staring at his bum. A circular hole in the rear of the briefs allowed them to see most of his arse crack. Blake slowly eased the skimpy briefs down and then stepped out of them. He kicked them towards Dan and then spun round with his hands on his hips and his rock-hard 9 cm (3.5 inch) cock pointing skywards. Colin grinned and applauded. "Sexy and very cute. Nice to see another boy who isn't ashamed of having a small cock." "Is yours small? I know there isn't a big bulge in your posters but that doesn't mean it's small when you're stiff," Blake asked. "Hendrik has seen it," Colin said, nodding towards the Dutchman. "I'd say mine is slightly longer and thicker than yours but it's still way below average in size." "I used to be ashamed of having a little one until Dan made me realise it didn't matter for a bottom-boy like me," smiled Blake. "It's just one part of the package." "Exactly," smiled Colin. "I like your attitude." Blake moved to stand in front of Reynard and then Bill. "Shall I bend over and show you my pussy?" "Yes, if that's something you would be prepared to do on stage," replied Bill. "There isn't much I wouldn't do on stage if you were in the audience," Blake said with a smile and a wink. "Hey, keep your hands off. He's mine." Colin grinned and put an arm around Bill. Blake simply nodded before turning around, bending over and using his hands to spread his arse cheeks. He let Bill get a good look and then moved to let Reynard get a better view. "Perhaps Colin will allow you to think about fucking me, Mr Reynard," he said. "Luckily I don't need Colin's permission," responded Reynard. "You can get dressed now." While Blake was getting dressed, Colin whispered to his two companions. Finally Reynard announced that Blake could have the opening spot on Colin's next show as a trial arrangement. Blake cheered and then immediately apologised. "The venue and date have still to be finalised but it will be on a Saturday to fit in with Colin's studies. I trust that is acceptable." "And Blake's fee?" Dan asked. "To be negotiated once the size of the venue is known," replied Reynard. Blake nodded to Dan and Hendrik and the deal was agreed. The boy then smiled across at Colin and said, "Thank you. It's going to be fun." "It will certainly be different having you around," smiled Colin. *** Reynard was in a hurry. Bill and Colin understood that their French companion was on a day-trip from a larger conference in London, and that he was to return by plane during the early afternoon. "A pity you don't have time to stay overnight, Reynard. Both Colin and I would have loved to show you our hometown." Bill helped the French photographer and businessman to find a seat in the Glasgow pub. They were a bit late for lunch, but Bill had booked a nice table, and pre-booked a light meal. "And you could have seen our house for real, sir. Not only through spy-cams!" Colin looked very serious. "I promise to visit you on my next trip to Scotland!" Reynard placed a hand on Colin's arm. "I understand that you were not too happy for the hidden cameras. Je te comprends, mon cher! But how did you like the concept? Impressive, eh?" "Aye, marvellous technique and a cool setting, but did you get the action you wanted, sir? What did Kasim say? And Pierre?" Colin asked. "You know Kasim. He would have loved to take Bill's place, and Pierre adores you, Colin - just like me - so he was not happy to see you with a sore bum." Reynard smiled. "Okay my friends, let's eat and drink now. The food is arriving. I've ordered Crofters Pie for us � the Scottish version of Shepherds Pie. We look forward to exciting events this autumn. And once again, thank you very much for the great summer at your beautiful estate. Both Colin and I loved it. Cheers!" Bill lifted his glass of beer. Colin had chosen to stick to water as he had his meeting at the university in a short time. "You seem a bit upset, son. Not too happy with the event today, eh?" Bill and Colin were ending the meal and Reynard had hurried to a taxi some minutes earlier. Colin had been unusually quiet and thoughtful for the last half hour. "In a way I feel a bit sad, but also relaxed. Sad because I feel that my modelling career will be coming to end soon, and relaxed because I won't have to pretend for much longer. I'm not the innocent-looking kid any more, Dad. I was like Blake once, remember?" Colin smiled. Bill swallowed. "I love you, son. You will always be my kid! You don't have to pretend with me. Be yourself!" He understood Colin's feelings very much. At the same time he was very happy that the young man he loved so much had a luminous career ahead of the model business. "Been to a funeral, eh?" Kenny entered the pub with a huge grin on his face. He had made an appointment to meet Colin and Bill after Reynard's departure. "No, no. We were just waiting for you. You are driving? No beer for you!" Bill winked. "What about sharing a grand ice-cream with us? You order, son, please." Bill gave Kenny the free seat. "I hope you will come me to the rugby match afterwards," Kenny said to Bill. "I will meet you at the gate after you have met Colin's teachers. He wanted you to meet both Professor Thomsen and his new French teacher, I think. You know he's in hunting mode?" Kenny winked and turned to see Colin returning from the bar. "What are you two up to?" Colin was back in teasing mode. Kenny always brought humour into situations which were a bit stressful. "I've just made a date with your daddy, Kiddo. We're going out for a pint or three while you lick the ass of that professor!" Kenny was not a lad that held back with his expressions. "Good! I'm pleased for you guys," Colin commented with a grin. "Dad has to share a bed with you tonight, you know. I'll take the sofa. Ready for a big banana split now? There's both gooey chocolate and strawberry jam, and double vanilla ice cream." *** "It will be nice to meet Bill again, Colin. We had a small chat this spring at the party for Thor as I'm sure you remember. He's very proud of you, very proud!" Professor Thomsen placed a hand on Colin's shoulder. "He takes a keen interest in my studies, sir!" Colin responded. "And he became very close with your predecessor. They had a lot in common." Colin carried a pile of papers into his professor's study after the plenum presentation of the students' new linguistic projects. "A lot in common, yes. And they shared you as well, he told me � in bed too, I understand." The professor had suddenly raised a topic previously unspoken between the student and his new tutor. "You know that Bill is not my father. I call him dad but he is simply my partner. And I think I fitted well into Thor's rather special international studies. It seems you know Thor Olsen very well, sir." Colin was straightforward as always, and Professor Thomsen blushed and coughed. "I've been hoping you share some of his interests, not only academic!" Colin continued. The Danish guest professor made some small and nervous corrections among books and papers on his desk. Then he turned around and pulled Colin tight. Seconds later, with no words spoken, hot lips met in the middle of the old-fashioned teacher's study. The man sat down on the only chair in the room. Colin placed himself in front of his teacher and lifted his bum to sit on the desk. Silence followed. Colin expected this from the professor's lectures. The man would often take a break as if he had to reflect on what he had just said, or as if he was planning what was to come. New students thought Professor Thomsen was a bit phlegmatic, but Colin liked the breaks as a part of his own reflection. Now Colin found the man's blue eyes. "You have studied me for three weeks now, sir. Do I satisfy you?" Colin asked. "More than satisfy, Colin. You're an excellent student, and you are developing a scientific mind. Well, you have that already. Thor Olsen was sure about that too!" The professor was serious but smiling, maybe teasing. Colin recognised the smile lines from his dad. He blushed at the sudden review. But this was not what he really wanted to know. "Are you afraid of me, sir?" Colin asked after a small break. "Yes, I am, absolutely!" Mr Thomsen grinned. "Why, sir? I don't bite, do I?" Colin looked into the man's eyes. "No, not at all. But I promised myself not to fall in love with any of my students again." The man was very straightforward. "Thor warned me. He said you were the sexiest student he had ever met." "But sir. You haven't even touched me. When we had our naturist tanning session last Monday and you hardly looked at my body, far less touched me." Colin tilted his legs. Sitting on the desk, his feet did not reach the floor. "I wish you would touch me now, sir. Get to know my body, and stop being afraid of me." Colin opened the buttons of his formal shirt and pulled it off. The white tight singlet couldn't hide two erect nipples. The lad used his fingers to squeeze the small love-spots. The professor stood up with a light smile, went up to the door and locked it with an old-fashioned key. Then he went back in front of Colin. He stripped the singlet from Colin's body and stared at the dark areolas and the lighter pointed nubs. He touched them lightly, then stretched them. The needle holes from summer were just visible. "You into piercing, kid?" Mr Thomsen asked. "Far from it, sir. Needles are not my favourite things, you see, but I let it happen for a show during summer," Colin answered. "May I lick them?" The professor seemed uncertain about the situation. "Lick them, please. Bite them. Make me crazy. You're my tutor, sir. I'm all yours. You want me to strip off my jeans too?" Colin kicked his shoes off and hurried to pull down the socks. Sitting on the side of the desk the professor helped him to get rid of the formal jeans he had put on for the presentation in the auditorium. Underneath he wore a tiny thong, next to nothing. The pouch in front had two visible wet spots telling of his excitement. "Go on, sir. Fulfil your studies, please. See if my body can satisfy you!" Colin looked into two blue eyes that made him shudder with desire. The boy took hold of the professor's tie and helped him to unbutton his shirt. Professor Thomsen was soon shirtless. He looked well-tanned and sexy. His body was smooth and well-trained with some light body-hair like most Scandinavian men. The heavy breathing told Colin that the man was very aroused. When he started to lick Colin's neck and play with his earlobes Colin was so close that he could feel the man's bulge touching his upper leg. What he felt was big and hard. When the man then went down to work on his nipples as he had asked, Colin let his hands follow the hot man's back all the way down to his belt and below. "Let's get rid of these papers!" In a hurry the professor emptied his desk and let Colin lie down. "Please, sir! Don't be shy. I have waited for this moment for a long time." Colin smiled. It was a sort of signal for the Danish teacher. He nearly dived onto the young body. With tongue, lips and fingers he played with Colin from top to bottom. He sucked the nipples. He sucked his navel and he used his tongue to lick the wet spots in Colin's thong. "Let me feed you, sir. Please get rid of the wet jock!" Colin helped the professor to pull off his last piece of clothing. The tiny, but very hard and quite thick cock, was red and throbbing with excitement. Colin used one hand to pull back the foreskin. Then he used one finger on the underside of his cock, and pushed from root to glans. The result was a huge drop of shiny pre-cum dripping from his piss-slit. "Go on, sir! Please taste me. See if I'll do!" Colin pushed his hips upwards. Again Professor Thomsen hesitated and looked at Colin as if he might ask for permission. Colin smiled. "I want you to suck me, sir. Please eat me, and make me cum if you feel for it!" The 38 year old professor had hesitated up until now, but he didn't need to be encouraged any more. After a hard and very intense suck of cock and balls, he pulled Colin around. "Show me your pussy, Colin!" That was the first command from the man since he had locked the door to his study. "Thor Olsen told me your boy-cunt was tighter than a virgin girl's pussy". The man snuffled with excitement. "Please let me help you get comfortable, sir. You are still dressed!" Colin found Professor Thomsen's belt and unzipped his fly. The white boxers inside were as wet as if he had already spunked. The sock-free shoes were removed in a hurry and Colin helped the man to strip both jeans and boxers in one movement. For the first time Colin could see his tutor's stiff cock. He had looked at him secretly during their last two tanning sessions, but now he looked at the tool he longed to taste. Wet and shining, the head was enthroned on the top of a dick with average length, but with the thickness of a child's arm. Colin swallowed and found the man's eyes. "Do I frighten you, young man?" Professor Thomsen asked. "You look marvellous, sir!" Colin grinned. "Please prepare me well." "You mean now? Here and now?" The uncertain professor was back on stage. "Don't you need to prepare?" "I'm prepared. `Always prepared'. I'm an old boy scout, sir! Come on, we are both horny, and I have to cum or I'll just explode on your desk. Please fuck me, sir! Let me taste a real Danish sausage. They are usually red, aren't they?" Colin played with the dark cock in front of him. He needed two hands to do the job properly. The low-hanging balls were closely shaved, but the red-brown bush was how Colin remembered from other Scandinavian friends. Professor Thomsen spat pre-cum like a teenager. Colin's hands were coated with slimy clear juice. He collected and licked it. He sucked his fingers and wet the man's glans with spit. "Stand up, boy, and spread your legs!" The man pushed Colin face-down on the desk. The boy gripped the old-fashioned oak desk in this no-window chamber tightly, pushed his butt backward and waited. The professor knelt behind him and ate the arse with his tongue and lips. The rimming was heavy, and Colin was about to cum. "Please spank me, or I will cum too fast!" Colin looked to the side and begged. The four spanks that followed were spanks from a man that could deliver with force, but also from a man who was afraid to hurt the student in front of him. "Hope some sun-cream will do! Penetration-jelly isn't a normal part of the equipment in here!" For the first time since the action started, Colin heard a sort of joke from his professor. The fatty cream filled Colin's arse. Professor Thomsen used his grown-up hand to prepare Colin for the fat cock. A minute of rubbing white cream on his weapon and he was ready. "You sure about this Colin? I want you to have fun too, not pain." The man kissed Colin's neck before he collected some pre-cum from Colin's dick and sniffed. The professor placed his cockhead outside Colin's love-tunnel and pushed. Nothing happened. He was not firm enough, and Colin was suddenly scared � a cock even thicker than Mr Morrison's at home. "But just half his length," he thought. Then he changed position and became the aggressive bottom again. He rammed his open arse onto the waiting cock. A howl from him filled the room when the monster-cock stretched his sphincter. The professor placed a hand over his mouth. "Silent, lad! My colleagues might think I'm killing you," the man not more than whispered. "Not far from the truth!" Colin grinned. "But go on now, you are inside me. I'm starting to feel the heat!" The professor rested for a while, then he pushed forward and filled Colin's love tunnel in slow motion. Colin moaned when he felt the low-hanging balls hit his perineum. "Fuck me now, sir. Do me hard. Make me cum now. You're the toughest I've taken, oh God� just fuck�please don't stop!" Colin tried to squeeze the intruder with his arse muscles, but he was too fully stuffed. The lad could hardly move. The man placed his hands on Colin's shoulders and started a very careful pounding. Colin was comfortable, but soon he felt this was like teasing only. "Go on now, sir. Show me your Viking skills. You showed no mercy when you fucked the English centuries ago, I've heard. Please let me cum, sir. Harder! Harder please! "Colin managed to wiggle his butt. He tried to get pressure on his prostate. "Yes, yes. Good Viking. Good cock, good cock. I'm cumming, sir. Sorry sir, I'm cumming!" Colin erupted. He shot his load all over the old furniture and down onto the floor. "More, more...go on please. Don't stop, sir!" Colin wanted the man to go on. He loved to be fucked until his balls were drained. The professor was breathing like an animal; the sound was more like a barking dog than a fucking man. Colin felt that the fat cock was growing even more and that the man bottomed him with great force. "I have to�I have to�Colin. Take it, take it!" Professor Thomsen emptied his balls into his new favourite student. For every eruption he fucked into Colin, again and again, pulling Colin by the shoulders closer to his own body. In the end he let his body fell upon the youngster. Still with his softening cock inside, he kissed Colin's neck. "You are a dream, boy...a dream!" the man whispered. "And you have the fattest cock I have ever taken!" Colin managed to get free from beneath the heavy body, but the professor pushed him half way back down. With a hand like a spoon he collected his own spunk dripping from Colin. Together the two shared the cream, both what leaked from Colin's boy-cunt and then what was collected from the table and Colin's body. When he was finished, Professor Thomsen hugged his student and found his waiting wet and tender lips and tongue in a soft and long-lasting kiss. "Did I pass the test, sir?" Colin asked before leaving. The two had tried to get the room back to some sort of normal order. "Did I, young man?" Professor Thomsen opened the door and tried to get his formal attitude back. To be continued Note to readers The meeting in the first part of this chapter can be seen from Blake's perspective in chapter 38 of "Blake's Adventures" in the adult youth section.

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Date: Mon, 9 Dec 2024 10:23:40 +0000 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin - Student and Model 84 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men. We would love to hear from you if you are enjoying this story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com Bill COLIN - STUDENT AND MODEL Chapter 84 (Meeting Ali - Jacob - Trip to Crete) Since moving into his student apartment in Glasgow, Colin had invariably done his grocery shopping in a big supermarket. Recently, when helping Jacob, he started using a nearby convenience store. It was on his fourth visit there that the owner, a Pakistani-born man in his early fifties made conversation. "Nice to see you again. You are becoming a regular," the man said to Colin as he rung up the items on the till. "I guess you have recently moved into the area." "No, I have lived in Glasgow for nearly three years," said Colin. "I have recently befriended an old man who lives around the corner so your shop is handy if he needs something." The man smiled. "Okay. I'm always pleased to have new customers. Nice to know that someone famous like you has time to help an old man." "Famous? Oh, maybe you saw me on tv when I was involved in the healthy eating campaign," said Colin. "No. I have seen posters and magazine advertisements of you in swimwear and sexy underwear," the man responded. "You are the famous JustColin." Colin smiled. "Yes, that's me. I didn't think someone like you would have paid much attention to things like that." "Someone like me? You think Pakistani men can't find boys like you attractive?" Colin shook his head. "I meant a busy shopkeeper who works very long hours. Nothing to do with you being Pakistani." Then he smiled. "Do you really think I'm attractive?" The man nodded. "Very sexy." Colin thanked the man and was about to say more when another customer entered the shop. He paid for the items he had bought and said, "I will see you again, Mister�." "Call me Ali," the man replied. "Okay, Ali. Maybe we can chat more next time." Colin smiled and left the shop. "Nice to meet another adult fan," he thought. On arrival at Jacob's house, Colin put the few grocery items away and made tea for both of them. He asked Jacob whether his son had been back to see him, he was sad to learn that he hadn't. "Tell Joshua that he might get to see me totally naked if he comes back when I am here. That might encourage him to see you more often," he told Jacob. Jacob smiled. "That would work but I haven't seen you naked for a while." Colin grinned and quickly stripped off. "Happy now?" he asked as his cock began to stiffen. Jacob nodded. "Very happy." "I hope to make you happier after I finish my tea," said Colin. "Today I am going to give you a blowjob." He could see that the man was about to argue and quickly added, "And I am not going to take no for an answer." "But�" "Jacob, if you don't allow me to give you some sexual pleasure occasionally I won't come back." Colin had a serious look on his face when he spoke so Jacob said nothing. When the pair had finished their tea, Colin helped Jacob to move from his wheelchair into an armchair. "Comfortable? Good. Now I want to see your cock. I have been looking forward to this for a while." "It's nothing special," said Jacob. "You know you don't have to give me a blowjob. I am happy enough having your company and looking at your sexy body." Colin stood with his hands on his hips. "Jacob, you know me quite well now. You know that it turns me on having sex with mature men. I want to suck your cock. I'm hoping that eventually you will agree to fuck me." Jacob couldn't hide his surprise or the fact that Colin's words made him happy. Colin just smiled and knelt down between the man's legs. He soon had Jacob's sweatpants down at the man's ankles. The boxers followed and Colin was able to see the eighty-year old's equipment for the first time. The cut cock was still only semi-hard but Colin reckoned it was about 10 cm (4 inches) long. Beneath it were a pair of low-hanging, hairy balls. "Nice!" Colin said. Then he leaned forward and kissed the cock. There was a faint smell of sweat but this didn't put Colin off. He knew that a carer gave the man a bath every morning. The kiss was followed by some licking and this encouraged Jacob's cock to grow. It took some minutes but then the stiff cock was 15 cm (6 inches) long. Colin squeezed the cock and said, "It's a lot bigger than mine. It's also thicker than mine. I like it." Jacob gasped when Colin took the cock between his lips and began sucking it. Until recently, it had been a very long time since he'd had done anything sexual with another person and he'd never imagined having sex with someone as young or as handsome as Colin. Looking at Colin sucking his cock was a huge turn-on. He also enjoyed the feel of Colin's fingers playing with his balls. Colin was soon bobbing up and down on the man's cock. Jacob wasn't the first eighty-year old he'd had sex with but he got a special thrill being with someone so much older than himself. Figuring that Jacob might need some extra help to reach an orgasm, Colin started to wank the cock while sucking it. "Oh! Oh, Colin," murmured Jacob. "You are making me feel things I had almost forgotten." Colin smiled up at Jacob without taking the cock from his mouth. A few minutes later, Jacob started moaning. "Oh, Colin. I think I am going to cum." Colin gripped the cock harder and wanked it faster. Seconds later Jacob gasped and started spunking off in Colin's mouth. Colin swallowed every drop and licked the cock clean. "Thank you, Colin. That was wonderful and I will never forget it," Jacob said when Colin moved off him. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," smiled Colin. "I enjoyed it too." He stood up and Jacob saw that Colin's cock was wet with pre-cum. Jacob smiled and asked Colin to step closer. He then took Colin's cock between his lips. It wasn't long before Jacob was swallowing Colin's cum. Colin helped Jacob get dressed before putting his own clothes back on. "This wasn't a one-off," Colin told Jacob. "I won't always have time for sex when I visit you but it will happen again." "You can have sex with others who are younger and more active than me," said Jacob. "I don't want sex out of pity." Colin shook his head. "Pity doesn't come into it. Didn't you see how turned on I was doing that? You're a really nice man and I enjoyed giving you that blowjob. I'm hoping you will fuck me next time." "I don't know what to say," said Jacob. Colin smiled. "Just tell me that you want to fuck me." Jacob laughed. "I would love to fuck you but I don't know if I can manage that." "We'll see. Now I'd better get home. I will visit you again soon." Colin gave Jacob a hug and said goodbye. *** The turbulence was strong when the plane met the winds from Africa. Colin grabbed his neighbour's hand as he feared he might be lifted from the seat, even with his seat belt fastened tight. "Relax, Colin. We are safe, and the Mediterranean lies beneath us!" Professor Adam Lorenzo tried to comfort the boy who wasn't happy with flights, and especially when he travelled without his dear Bill. Bill had jobs to do at home, but he had promised to join Colin for some days in the sun after he had finished his Mediterranean studies. "We have just passed over the island of Santorini, or Thera as the ancient Greeks called the island." The professor tried to occupy his student. "From the air, it is obvious that something really dramatic happened here long time ago." "A volcano split the island, created the biggest known tsunami in history, and destroyed the Minonian culture." Colin spoke from memory, almost whispering. "Well, that's one of the theories, but it seems that some of the famous temples like Knossos were rebuilt. We will see that tomorrow if Pavlos has managed to make the arrangements." Adam checked his safety belt as the cabin light had been switched on. "Will Pavlos be at the airport?" Colin asked. He looked forward to meeting the sexy professor from Sheffield. Half American and half Greek, the man had watched Colin being fucked in the old library by the professor sitting beside him, now squeezing the young student's hand. "We will be landing in Heraklion in ten minutes. Cabin crew, please prepare." The voice from the flight deck was heard. Colin stopped talking and closed his eyes. Pearls of sweat formed on his forehead. A silent gasp was heard from him when the aircraft landed rather roughly on the short Cretan runway. "I'll never learn to enjoy flying," Colin whispered. "Take me to a dungeon, bind me and whip me. That's nothing compared to this." "Maybe I'll ask Pavlos to organise a test." Adam Lorenzo grinned. "I'm sure he would like an excuse to use the whip." "He's into that stuff? I didn't know. Thought the Minoan culture is all about soft women. I've even read some novels about a lesbian queen." Colin was about to rise as the seat belt sign had been turned off. The heat from the sunshine outside was obvious. "Well, could be, but I've been to a Spartan night with Pavlos, and that was far from soft," the professor whispered close to his favourite student. "I see him outside the fence." Colin waved and shouted as they left the terminal building. Pavlos waved back with a bright smile. He looked more Greek than American, and far from a traditional English professor. Pavlos hugged Colin tight before giving Lorenzo his hand. "Good to see you down here. It's damn hot and there's a lot of tourists, but I'm happy to be back to my old ways!" He winked at his colleague. "So you have been drinking ouzo and fucking under the stars like in the good old days then, instead of preparing the week for the youngsters." Lorenzo tried to sound serious. "I have to piss!" Colin whined. "You gentlemen seem to have a lot to talk about regarding your younger days as hippies down here." He looked around for a public toilet. "I wasn't even born when this hunk lived in the wilderness down here. Can you imagine Pavlos as a long-haired, weed-smoking hippie in the Sixties?" Lorenzo grinned. Pavlos was about to argue, but he saw that Colin really was in need. "You take care of the luggage, Adam. My assistant will be here with the van soon, but you know traffic� Come on, Colin. I know where the toilets are." Pavlos placed a hand on Colin's shoulder. The smell of the public toilet, some hot pissing men and a real need made Colin rock-hard. He pulled down his shorts and bikini-brief in one movement. With a rock-hard erection, he sprayed his yellow liquid all over the urinal in front of him. Pavlos found a place next to him and, without paying attention to the other men present, he used a hand to play with Colin's spraying cock and piss. Out of the side of his eyes, Colin saw Pavlos' long, stiff cock trying to copy his own yellow jet. Colin slowed down to let the entertainment go on, but soon Pavlos was wanking him instead of playing with the piss. "Come on, son." Pavlos took Colin's arm. Before Colin managed to dress properly Pavlos pushed him into an open cubicle. Without a word, he lifted him and placed him on the toilet seat. He almost knelt in front of him and took the small boy-cock into his mouth. The sucking was almost brutal but Colin purred like a cat. He was happy for the treatment. Pavlos found his eyes. "You can manage a bit more? I'm damn thirsty!" Pavlos took care of the cock again. Colin pushed his hips forward and managed to serve the man some final drops. The man swallowed all of it and then started to lick the glans and the area around the glans. With two fingers he pushed the foreskin as far back as possible. Colin had problems standing with the combination of pain and excitement. Pavlos sucked two fingers and then pushed them deep into Colin's arse while he almost bit the naked cockhead. Colin moaned. The situation was too erotic. Normally Colin would have managed to cool down, but Pavlos held him in a sort of vice while he worked on both his cock and his prostate. "I'm cumming, cumming, take it, take it!" Colin whispered as he sent blast after blast into the partly kneeling man's mouth. With tear-filled eyes and a sort of coughing, Pavlos swallowed. He sucked and ate the youngster's spunk directly from the source. Again Colin managed to open up his bladder and supplemented the white cum with some yellow drops. Pavlos took it all. In a hurry he stood up and dried his bearded face with the back of his hand. "Welcome to Crete, son. You fancy a double again - like in Glasgow?" He gave Colin his lips in a big kiss. "I fancy both singles and doubles!" Colin grinned and re-dressed himself. "I hope you can persuade my professor to take part like in Glasgow. He's a bit stressed you know, having a report to make. I'll help him, as this is not my first excursion of this type. We'd better find him now, okay?" He gave Pavlos a light kiss. The man, older than his dad at home, had behaved like a horny student on his first school-trip. Professor Lorenzo looked at his watch when the two arrived. Beside him was a dark-haired, smiling youngster who was about to carry the bags out from the terminal. "Didn't Tryfon take care of you, Adam? He's a very charming young man, you know." Pavlos touched his colleague`s arm. "Yes, yes, we have discussed both the traffic and programme for the days ahead. We have an appointment at the Archaeological Museum this afternoon, but first we need lunch. The other students are waiting for us, I hope!" The professor seemed a bit stressed. "Slow down, Adam. It's extremely hot outside, and you need to think of your blood pressure." Pavlos pushed Colin forward. "Meet Colin, Tryfon. He's a student like you, and he is Professor Lorenzo's assistant," said Pavlos. Colin raised his hand in a greeting and the Cretan beauty answered the same way. "Tryfon is my right hand this week, and he will do the very best for both of you." He winked at Colin. "Now for some lunch." The food had been excellent and so had the local wine. Colin and his fellow students from Glasgow were waiting in the shade outside the museum. Colin was really tired after the early start and now the heat, but he was also very curious about this Tryfon who wasn't just a driver and an organiser. He was also the one to welcome the Scottish group to Crete. "Welcome, everyone! It's a great honour to have you all here. I hope this visit will give you a rich understanding of the ancient history that connects us all, from Crete to Scotland." Tryfon spoke excellent English and let everybody meet his eyes. "This museum is considered one of the most important in Greece and is of international significance, mainly because it holds the largest collection of Minoan artefacts in the world." The young student took a break. "Isn't he sexy?" A girl from Scotland whispered to one of the other girls. Colin was about to say something, but he felt a hand on his lower arm. "Isn't that what we all think?" Pavlos whispered in Colin's ear and pinched his arm. "All of you know the background well. The Minoan culture was one of the earliest advanced cultures in Europe, and this museum helps preserve and showcase that heritage with incredible detail. So, my friends, please follow me inside. Together with my colleagues I will try to give you the best possible service!" Tryfon ended his speech. Colin blushed. For some seconds he had mentally undressed the Greek youngster who in many ways looked like his room-mate Kenny, and he had wondered if Tryfon's cock was cut or not. Now he hurried inside. The group had stopped in front of a huge fresco. "You have already seen a lot of the Minoan artistic expression in pottery and jewellery, but the frescos tell us much about their values and beliefs, and also about their unique clothing." Pavlos was delivering the lecture now. "Looks very Egyptian!" one student said. "More like a loincloth than a kilt." Another pointed at a group of painted men. "Sexier than the kilt? What do you think, Colin?" Tryfon whispered. Colin had been very occupied with the huge fresco-painting and hadn't seen that Tryfon now was close behind him. The two bodies touched each other. "Better in this climate, I guess." Colin blushed. When he moved a bit closer to the guy behind him, he felt something very hard against his lower body. Again he thought about Kenny. Kenny would have been a slave in Sparta, he thought. Only slaves and male whores showed their naked cockheads. All free men had long and tight foreskins. Tryfon didn't move away. "That's enough for today, ladies and gentlemen! And thank you, Tryfon! The minibus to Knossos leaves the entrance at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. We want to be there before all the tourist buses!" Professor Lorenzo ended the afternoon lecture. Colin felt a hand down into his pocket and reacted fast but when he turned he saw nobody there. And his phone was still in his pocket. But he found a small note - a note with a phone number on it. *** It was dark outside, but still very hot. Colin opened the window to the narrow street below. He heard music, and he heard laughter from people passing by. The smell from the ground floor restaurant filled the room. "Alone on the first night in the Garden of Eden!" Colin thought. He was really frustrated. Pavlos' heavy welcome at the airport had given him hope for a stay in Crete filled with a lot of sex. The dinner had been great, and the wine combined with a shot of ouzo had increased Colin's body temperature. "See you in the morning!" had been Professor Lorenzo's final words before he asked Pavlos to walk him back to their hotel. "I wonder how many young studs have fucked their girlfriends here," Colin said to himself. He looked around in the simple student accommodation. The mattress was very hard. Naked, he found his stiff cock. "Maybe Kenny is at home, or maybe Olav is keen for a virtual fuck?" He closed his eyes and found an erect nipple with the other hand. "Damn! A wank is too pathetic. I will call Olav!" He jumped from the bed and found the phone in the shorts pocket. The note from Tryfon fell on the floor. He looked at the time - eleven. "Too late!" he thought. "But maybe not. The dinner had lasted till after ten." "Hey man! I though you would never call!" Tryfon answered immediately. "You horny?" "I'm damn horny! Anything you can do about that?" Colin's voice was hoarse. "I'll be outside in ten minutes. I'll take the bike. Oh, it's hot so you don't need warm clothes!" Tryfon didn't wait for any comments. Some minutes later, Colin dressed in shorts and open summer shirt, put his arms around the shirtless youngster as they hurried through the narrow streets of Heraklion. Colin understood that they were now in the outskirts of the old town. Tryfon drove through a park, and with a crazy laugh he forced his way up some old stairs, and parked the motorbike underneath a huge mulberry tree. Without words, he jumped from the bike and undressed. Colin did not have to be told. He undressed too. The two youngsters used both hands to explore the excited bodies. "I know you're a bottom-gay, eh? Pavlos showed me pictures from Glasgow. You like a hard fuck, eh?" The boy had his hands on Colin's buttocks and he pinched them. "And you are the man for that, I believe!" Colin used both hands to play with a hard cock, Kenny-sized. "Yeah, I'm an all-rounder, you see. Must make the best out of life. And I understand you are not hot for my ass." Tryfon squeezed Colin's wet cock. "I'll serve your ass if you wish, but with this!" Colin kissed the boy and let his stiff tongue search the waiting mouth. Tryfon gasped from the sudden action from the Scot who was a bit shorter than him. Colin used both hands on Tryfon's head to keep him still. "No more talk, eh?" Tryfon managed to lift his head. "I have lube in the bike-pocket. "You ride me?" He pushed Colin up to the old bench that went all the way around the mulberry tree. Under the branches, they were covered as if they were in a summer-cottage. "You want my tongue, stallion? Give me your macho ass, eh?" Colin watched Tryfon bend over and place his hands on the bench and then he spread the boy's legs. "Just like Kenny," he whispered. A wreath of soft dark hairs surrounded the pink cunt. "Not a virgin, I think. Good for my tongue." Tryfon moaned with pleasure when Colin started to rim him, and when he fucked him with his stiff tongue, he moaned in pleasure. Colin lifted his head and saw a slimy thread of pre-cum dripping from the lad's super stiff cock. "Temptation!" he thought. He turned Tryfon around and managed to get his mouth around the stallion-like cock. "Stop, please, or I will cum before I have even touched you!" Tryfon was no doubt close to the edge. "Let me suck you now, please!" He lay down on the bench and almost lifted Colin on top of him. The 69 sucking was intense and forceful, the two youngsters had for sure sucked cocks before. "You want me to fuck you, baby?" Tryfon tried to speak and lick at the same time. "Yeah, come on. Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck me like my buddy at home!" Colin climbed onto the strong young body. "You grease me up, okay!" "Find the lube then, in the front!" Tryfon pointed at his bike. At the same he gave his dripping wet cock some wanks. "Maybe I can ride you first! You open me for that huge cock!" Colin climbed back upon the body and sat down on the boy's chest with his legs well spread. Tryfon spat in the partly open boy-cunt while Colin used both hands to grease up the lad's spear. Surrounded by a bush of black hair, the 25 cm (almost 10 inch) cock pumped and pumped as if he was about to cum. Colin squeezed Tryfon's balls with his fingernails. The boy screamed, but stopped the pumping. Colin gave him a break for his own purpose. Without more foreplay Colin lifted his body and lowered his open cunt down on the waiting tool. A moan of lust was heard when Colin let Tryfon bottom. "Now, fuck me from underneath. Enslave me, slap me if you feel for it, be my stallion. And don't stop if I call you Kenny. For some minutes Colin tried to be just submissive and let the Cretan guy take command, but he wasn't satisfied - too slow and too soft. Colin was afraid this guy would cum before he himself was half way there. "Let's change position!," said Tryfon. "Let me fuck you like I fuck my girlfriend, okay." A sweating youngster lifted his body from the bench. "And what does she like?" Colin asked. "To be fucked like a cow!" Tryfon grinned. "Okay, you be the bull then, but not just a calf!" Colin gave the huge cock a slap with his open hand. Pre-cum dripped like piss from the young cock. Colin turned around, placed his hands on the bench and spread his legs - ready for the bull's penetration. He suddenly heard a sound as if a branch was broken. Soon afterwards came another sound of damage. He turned his head and in a glimpse at the shadows he saw a man - grey-haired and black-bearded. Tryfon entered Colin like a real bull. No mercy, the long cock bottomed in him without hesitation. Colin screamed at the pain. He was still a bit too dry. "Add some spit, please, and do it as if you rape me, again! And sir!" he now yelled in the direction of the shadows. "Stop larking around. Give me your cock and I'll suck the spunk out of you, while your assistant does the job from behind! Undress now, I want to see you properly!" Colin was wild now. He didn't give a damn about who and how. He just wanted raw manly outdoor sex with a young Adonis and an old voyeur. "But, but, I'm�" Tryfon's young body spasmed and send his spunk deep into his new colleague. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Show me you're a man!" Colin used his arse muscles to keep the still hard cock inside him. The young man yelled, but went on fucking, while Pavlov suddenly tried to stop Colin's commands by forcing his long, thin cock down into the boy's throat. The fuck was not romantic, and not at all loving, but Tryfon was soon rock-hard again, and Pavlov mouth-fucked the youngster as hard as a sixty year old English professor could manage. Colin had dripped pre-cum as if he had been pissing. Now he turned around and placed his body on the bench. In almost the same second, he started to shoot his boy-milk like a geyser. At one side of the bench Tryfon wanked himself to a second orgasm and sent his clear milk all over Colin's body and face. Pavlos followed closely behind and Colin wanted a reward. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes. The professor managed to send his man-cream directly into Colin's mouth. Colin swallowed with a licking tongue. Beside him knelt Tryfon who did his best to get his share of the vitamins. Finally Tryfon let his head rest on Colin's chest. "You are amazing!" Tryfon found Colin's eyes and then his mouth. In the warm breeze they rested under the mulberry tree. "What happened to my boss?" Tryfon looked around. "He lives in the shadows!" Colin smiled. "Perhaps we can drive naked back to the campus?" "Yeah, come on. Let's go!" The naked youngster found his shorts and placed them on the seat of his bike. Colin, still partly wet from man-spunk dripping from his boy-cunt, used his own shorts as a cover. The two hurried into the poorly lit streets of Heraklion. It was one hour after midnight. *** Colin felt extremely fit and ready for breakfast the next morning. He gave his professor a big smile. "How has your night been, Colin? Too hot for a good sleep, I believe. Sorry that I didn't contact you last night. Have you seen Pavlov anywhere around? He looked like a real `morning after' guy when I knocked on his door some time ago. "Maybe he was just up late preparing for the guided tour in Knossos." Colin grinned. "We need a local guide up there!" A morning-fresh Tryfon placed a caring hand on Colin's shoulder. "The Union, you know?" He let the hand rest on the shoulder and then squeezed it as if giving Colin a light massage. "Okay. Let's be tourists then!" Colin placed two more pancakes on his plate and added local honey at the top. *** The student group found some shade inside the famous Knossos temple. The thermometer at the entrance had shown 43 degrees (109.4 Fahrenheit) - the warmest day this season. "Where is the local guide? We need to start!" Pavlov drenched his head with cold water from a bottle. "She has almost fainted, sir. She is over there underneath the red umbrella." Tryfon grinned. "Then we have to break the rules, but it's okay. The scene is yours, Colin. You know this place as well as any local guide!" Professor Lorenzo pushed Colin forward. Colin had hoped for a day as a tourist, but he loved to teach and he was happy that his professor trusted him. "Okay, some facts first!" Colin started and found a couple of faces to focus on, Tryfon was one of them. "The Minoan civilisation flourished on this island from around 2600 to 1100 BCE. It was centred around large palace complexes like this." Colin used his arms to indicate. He went on. "The Minoans were named after the legendary King Minos and we talk about vibrant art, advanced architecture and significant maritime trade all over the Mediterranean. Use your eyes and you will see examples out here!" "But Colin, you said up till 1100 BCE, but wasn't the volcanic eruption on Santorini that destroyed the palace in 1600 BCE?" One of the girls tried to correct her fellow student. "Yes, you are right. But after that came the Greek invasion, to make it simple, and Knossos was rebuilt." Colin went on. "A lot of the frescoes out here are from that period. I think Tryfon has some maps which tell how to see the most interesting parts of the palace." "But folks!" Colin looked around and raised his voice. "This is Knossos how it could have been. Remember it was the British archaeologist Sir Arthur Evans who in many ways created the Knossos we see today." "So it's a fake then!" The girl was back. "It's up to you to decide." Colin looked at the group and then continued. "It's based on fundamental studies and also a lot of findings. Use your imagination. That's probably what Arthur Evans did! Any more questions?" He looked at his professor. "Be careful in this heat!" Professor Lorenzo almost shouted. "And thank you, Colin. And all of you, you will find bottles of water in the old bathroom underneath." He used a hand to wipe his forehead. The sweat was dripping. "I need a real bathroom!" Colin whispered to Tryfon who handed out the papers. "A piss, or?" Tryfon grinned. "Aye. I don't have a party bladder!" Colin grinned back. "Too much water." "I'll show you the old toilet in the temple walls!" Tryfon grinned. "Combine your studies with joyful needs." He grabbed Colin's arm. A hole in the wall and some stripes of sun from the roof opening above met them when they entered the nasty smelling room. The walls were filled with names, and dates and some rather obscure details. "No originals from before Christ!" Colin said as he looked at the dirty stone wall. "Probably written by horny students like us." "My boss told me that you didn't stay back for some piss-play." Tryfon was about to open his khaki shorts. "We could perhaps�." He showed a half-hard version of the cock that had been inside Colin the night before. "Okay, but don't spill any. There's no shower here and I don't want to smell like a urinal, even if that's what I might pretend. You pause if I pinch your butt." Colin knelt on the yellow stone floor and kissed the circumcised cock in front of him. He managed to get it inside his mouth before the boy started to leak. Colin placed his open hands on the round butt and pulled the boy closer. Tryfon had for sure done this before and he managed to go slowly. Colin swallowed every drop of the yellow liquid. After a dry pause, Colin felt the young weapon growing to a full erection. He guessed that the youngster would have been happy for a real mouth-job, but he was too filled up himself. The two students changed positions. Tryfon knelt and opened his mouth and let Colin decide on the action. Colin was rock-hard and knew he would need to go slowly. Despite being in desperate need to empty his bladder, he managed to let Tryfon swallow before he filled his mouth again. For a while Colin managed well, but then he felt that he had to empty himself faster. With a moan, he pulled away from Tryfon, turned around and sprayed his liquid onto the 3,000 year old piss-house wall. Still dripping when he finished, Colin turned back to Tryfon who cleaned the stiff, wet cock with lips and tongue. "Let me give you a blow-job, Buddy. I didn't really taste you last night." Tryfon was still on his knees. "Better hurry, man. We need to end the visit here soon. Too hot I think." Colin handed Tryfon a bottle of water. He drank some and poured the rest over his head. Tryfon was an excellent cocksucker and Colin was super excited. He heard people passing and he heard laughter from girls. Without warning two fellow students bumped into the quite dark room. "Sorry!" one of them shouted. They turned and left. Colin mouth-fucked Tryfon rather brutally, but Tryfon managed to avoid using his teeth. "I'm cumming, cumming, damn, take it, take it!" Colin sent his cream into Tryfon's mouth. The lad coughed and coughed again. Then he swallowed and licked his mouth. Without warning his stood up, gave his own cock a fast wank and spat his jizz all across the room. "Let me taste!" Colin said, knelt and cleaned the Kenny-like cock. Tryfon found his own water bottle and sprayed it all over the two who hurried to dress. In the sun they would dry in a few minutes. "Great, Buddy!" Tryfon gave Colin a quick kiss and left. "Your turn!" he shouted to the two new ones who had been just outside the doorway and probably witnessed some of the show. *** "Don't eat too much now!" Pavlov instructed the students. "We have been invited to a village party tonight. Lots to eat and drink, I'm sure." "Yes!" Tryfon nodded. "The famous `pig-party' as the crazy Scandinavians call it!" Olav, Colin's Norwegian piss-brother, had been in a really joyful and teasing mood when Colin had phoned him earlier that day. "I thought those events died out in the eighties," had been his comment. "But for you who fancies oldies it will be a night to remember," was Olav's sarcastic ending. *** Colin clung to the warm body in front of him on the motorcycle. They had left Heraklion and were heading west on the highway. They had just passed Chania and the small beach town of Platanias when Tryfon turned off the main road and started on the slopes up the hillside. It was still early afternoon and very hot, but Colin was wearing next to nothing. He was looking forward to this strange event, mainly because he thought it would be another hot night with his new friend. At high speed, the boys raced through the gate and into the village square. A lot of people had organised outdoor tables and there was a small stage decorated with lights and flags. Tryfon stopped in front of the stage and was greeted by a smiling, elderly man. "Good to see you. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to take some time off. And I see you have brought reinforcements with you." The man smiled at Colin, who was trying to adjust the short-sleeved denim shirt that had almost blown off him in the wind. "You have to say hello to Grandpa!" Tryfon looked at Colin. "Opa is the whole village's grandfather. He is responsible for both the food and the entertainment, and it is he who has spent weeks on the production of the local wine and our own spirits." Colin held out a hand and it was received in a strong grip. "I hear you're from Scotland," said the old man. "Tryfon is certainly very excited. He called this morning and talked about his Scottish colleague, his sexy colleague." Tryfon blushed and looked down. "And I can understand that." Opa put a hand on Colin's shoulder. "You look like a model, young and sexy. The German ladies will keep you busy tonight." Colin didn't answer, just smiled. German ladies weren't what he had looked forward to meeting. "Now you have to find clothes for the boy." Grandpa continued. "You said Colin is the same size as Gyros, even if Gyros is just a kid." Opa pulled his earlobe. "But I think it will fit him. We must show off that bum of yours, Colin. You'll make them wet, you see! Gyros' costume is very tight around the hips. Show off some flesh and they will cry!" "Who will cry?" Colin grinned. "The German ladies!" "Stop it, Opa. This will be far from a strip show, even if I know you would have loved to strip my friend here!" Tryfon wasn't too happy for the elderly man's direct talk. "Are we sold out tonight?" Tryfon changed the subject and placed the motorcycle behind the stage. "Yes, a full house. A German bus and a lot of Swedes and Norwegians, and a large group of Finns too. But we have enough food and plenty to drink." Opa was about to jump from the stage. He moved like a young man even if he probably was nearer to seventy than sixty. He was dressed in his Cretan costume already with high black riding boots. "But we lack a dancer. I hope you will join in, Colin. As I said you will capture the ladies here." "And probably many of the old men too!" Tryfon placed his eyes at Opa. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm no dancer!" Colin tried to protest, but in vain. He understood that this was already settled. "You just follow me on stage, Colin. I'm not a dancer either, but we end up with Zorba you know, and then everybody thinks they know that dance. Has the photographer arrived?" Again Tryfon sought the older man's attention. "You go and look for him. Tell him you and Colin will share tonight! And come with me, son. I will help you with the costume!" Opa grabbed Colin's arm and took him to a shelter behind the stage. "What's with the photos?" Colin asked. "We try to earn some money of course, so when the tourists arrive a professional photographer will take pictures of the guests in company with some of the village youngsters. The photos are for sale after the party. Not a good business these days with all the mobile phones, but the youngsters are happy for the pocket money. "And you want me to assist Tryfon today, cool. I'm a better model than a dancer!" Colin moved inside. "Stand up here, and let me look at you. We will find a good costume for you!" Opa helped Colin up on a low stool. Opa's fingers were shaking when he unbuttoned the shirt Colin just had put on. Colin did not protest when he was stripped. "Nice! Damn nice!" The man said to himself when he touched Colin's erect nipples. The unexpected sudden touch from the working fingers made Colin whimper. "Are you ticklish, boy?" Opa teased and used both hands again, harder this time. Colin felt the small devil inside his underwear start to grow. "No, but I love my nipples being squeezed, so just be hard, sir, if you like to inspect my body before you dress me!" Colin's face was next to Opa's even if he was standing on the stool, He guessed the dark bearded man could be around 190 cm (6ft 3in). "You allow me a small inspection then?" The man had his trembling hands on Colin's waistband. Before waiting for an answer, he pulled the shorts down very slowly. Colin had been travelling barefoot and now he was naked in front of this Cretan grandfather except for a tight black jock - a traditional jockstrap that left his bum all bare. Colin turned slowly around. "Oh, Holy Maria!" Opa shouted. Very lightly, he touched Colin's shoulders and turned him around once more. Colin was dripping wet, but he was happy for the black underwear. Opa used two fingers, and slowly, very slowly, he followed Colin's spine from the neck down to his crack. "Go on, sir. Please, go on." Colin spread his legs just some centimetres more and pushed his bum a bit backwards. Opa licked his two fingers and without hesitation put them deep into Colin's boy-cunt. He knew how to find the `love-button' in there and more pre-cum wet the lad's front. With eyes closed and an electric stream working through his young body, Colin almost fell into the old man's arms. "What the Hell!" Tryfon shouted. He entered the room with clothes in his arms. "We have to be at the gate in twenty minutes. Keep your hands off the lamb, old wolf! You couldn't wait, eh?" Colin left the stool and just grinned. The grandpa said nothing. "Help him now, Opa. I brought Gyros' white boots. They will make you look very innocent, Colin. The black trousers will be tight on you, and the white shirt was handmade by my mum. The red scarf you use as a belt. Will be sexy!" Tryfon and grandpa helped Colin to dress. "He needs a black sariki," Opa said. "His hair is a dream of curls." "What's a `sariki'?" Colin asked. He felt a bit stupid because he should have known, but the whole situation was a bit unreal. "Oh yeah!" he added when he suddenly remembered. "That's the headscarf with dots hanging down in your forehead." "Yes. I have another. I brought you my own. My present for you!" Without shyness in front of his grandfather, Tryfon kissed Colin on his mouth, hot and tight, and Colin did not withdraw. "You help Colin to put on the sariki, Opa! Make him manly, not a softie. Let him show Cretan pride in front of these tourists. And bring him to the gate soon. We have to make money, okay?" Tryfon turned around and left. "Jealous!" Opa touched Colin's shoulders. "I think he fancies you, that young horny stallion! Let me put the sariki on you now." He tried to adjust Colin's curly hair and then let it be partly covered by the black net. He folded the ends so that black dots could be seen like a crown around the head. "Go out and help Tryfon! He's such a great youngster. He cares so much for this village!" The old man had wet eyes. "And he adores you, Opa. He gets his charm from you, I'm sure!" Colin let his head touch the man's broad chest. "No need for flirting, son. I think you fancied my fingers!" Opa grinned. "Not only your fingers, Opa. I would love to have that cock inside me!" Colin lightly groped the bulge in the old man's trousers. "Hurry now, you know where to find me later on. This barn is my `office' and you can't leave tonight until I have paid you for your service!" Opa pushed Colin out the door and stopped in front of a mirror to adjust his own costume. There was no doubt he had been excited at meeting Tryfon's newest friend. *** "I'm almost done, Dad." Colin called Bill at home in Scotland. "I have posed for hundreds of photos, I'm sure, and I helped with serving supper." "Nothing fancy, but very tasteful. There was chicken, pork and lamb, great salads, and plenty of red wine." "And yes, yes, raki as much as you want. The Norwegian aquavit Olav brought you is a kids' drink compared with the local raki. How strong? 60% I guess, could kill a horse! Not my drink, you know!" "And I have been dancing, you wouldn't believe it. I'm all wet, crazy. They are really entertaining, and they seem to like it, a real party. Both Tryfon, my friend, and Opa, his grandfather, lead the dance." "Yes, we ended with the Zorba. You should have been here, Daddy. Hundreds more or less aroused tourists tried to dance. I have never been groped by so many old women." "No, no, I will take you to the Zorba beach, Daddy and then we will dance naked in the moonlight, and you, only you will make love to me afterwards." "True! True! See you Sunday, okay! I have promised to meet Opa in his office. He wants to pay me for my services, he said!" "Don't be jealous, Dad. I remember. Goodnight!" *** Opa lowered an old-fashioned wooden bar to close the entrance to his private shelter. Tryfon just grinned when he tried to open the door. "Let the old man have his fun. Colin will love his timber-hard cock," he said to himself and went back to the outdoor kitchen. Colin was already in the nude. He had been dripping with sweat after the dancing in the sunshine and the high afternoon temperature. Now he was happy for the cold shower in the corner of the room. He used some old-fashioned hard soap and some got into his eyes. Through tears, he saw the naked old man like a giant. The black beard and the grey body hair suited a man in his seventies. Tryfon had told him that Opa just had celebrated his 75th birthday. Colin tried to get some better sight. The man's cock was a giant's as well, pointing straight forward above two huge hanging balls and a forest of grey pubic hair. The cockhead was shining free and the man was dripping of sweat like Colin. "May I give you a hand, son. Maybe you could wash my back as well!" Opa spoke English with a dramatic accent. "I'll wash any party of your great body, sir, and I hope you continue your inspection from this afternoon. I was hard more than once during our show hoping that you would fuck me." Colin made room for the man who in a way invited to be groped by young hands. "But I thought you were into younger cocks. You must have seen Tryfon checking you out." Opa had started to wash Colin's back with his big hands, and soon he continued on the golden globes and the crack between. The sexy youngster spread his legs and hoped Opa would do what he really loved in a shower - one hand's finger play inside his boy-cunt cunt while the other hand played from behind with his cock and balls, tugging the tiny cock down almost until breaking point. Colin moaned in lust and was afraid that he would cum too fast. To avoid that he turned around and started to wash the elderly body, ending with full hand and soap service for his cock and balls. "How do you want me, sir? You want me to suck you?" Colin was about to kneel. "I'm very old-fashioned!" Opa smiled. "Either I fuck you from behind, or what I would prefer, you ride me." "Just like what Uncle George likes," Colin thought. "You have some cream, Opa? Your cock is huge and I'm tight you see." He tried to play more innocent than usual. "You think you are the first dancer to be rewarded in here?" Opa grinned. "You are probably the sexiest, and you have the tightest entrance I've ever seen. You think you can manage this tool?" Opa slapped his stiff cock with open hand. "I have grease, plenty!" He almost lifted Colin, still wet, and carried him to a sort of leather stool in the back of the room. He sat down, or more correctly, lay down with spread legs and the huge cock, 25 cm (almost 10 inches) long and very thick, pointing upwards. On the floor beside him was a huge tub of lube. "For pleasure and joy!" Opa grinned. "Maybe you are not into sucking, but I hope you will taste my boy-cunt. You have just washed me, even deep inside." Colin climbed onto the man without waiting for an answer. He knelt over Opa's face and opened his clean and smooth arsecrack. "My God!" was the last expression Colin heard before the tongue started to play with his rosebud. The old man's lips and tongue were rough, very rough. "Yes, yes, more please, just be hard, lick inside please. Please!" Colin wriggled like a worm and Opa formed his tongue like a small dick and penetrated him. At the same time, he used his rough fingers to twist Colin's sore nipples. Opa's nipple play with him in the shower using a small towel made of burlap had made the nipples dark red and swollen. Colin was about to cum again. He let his body glide down Opa's wet body. "Let me ride you now, but I'd love you to be the real man. Fuck me from underneath please and don't be light. I know you are an old-fashioned warrior, sir. Show me please, make me cum. My balls are almost blue after the dance and your treatment with that hard soap!" Colin placed his feet beside the man who used fingers to add lube inside his boy-cunt. Opa placed some grease on his cock as well and Colin did his best to make the hard cock glisten. Colin used both hands to spread his buttocks, before he opened his cunt and lowered his body down towards the spear. He waited some seconds and felt the tip of the glans near his cunt. "No mercy, you said, son!" Opa lifted his body from the chair and filled the lad to the brim. A surprised Colin met the man and he screamed because the sudden pain was more that he had believed possible. The man was huge and the foreplay hadn't been very deep or very long. "You okay, boy?" Opa stopped and placed his hands on Colin's shoulders. "Aye, aye, just let me get familiar with your monster, and please go on. Do it again, just the same, sir!" Colin lifted his body and felt the huge cock penetrate him again. "Yes, yes, go on now, I'll meet you sir, meet you!" Colin was riding like a real stallion. He was sweating and the old man was sweating as well. Colin was a bit unhappy. He knew he wold spunk off soon, and he hadn't given the man some real value, but he couldn't hold back. "I'm cumming sir, sorry sir, cumming, cumming!" He sent his white milk into the air without touching his dick. The boy-milk dripped down Opa's legs and some spots hit the floor in front of them. Opa roared, but he didn't stop the fucking. He rose from the chair and pulled Colin rather brutally into a doggy position in front of him. "You take more, young man. Nor dead yet, are you?" Again he found Colin's arse and his nipples and did just what Colin had told him. He was a tough man, and he wanted to show the boy who was in command. After some minutes Colin was fully hard again, and when Opa stopped and rotated against his prostate, he started to drip slime down onto the floor. Opa collected some and used it on Colin's nipples. He added spit and then made the lad shiver with tit-torture. "Yes, yes, again, more!" Colin shouted. He tried to use his arse muscles and he managed to squeeze the intruder. "Holy Maria, I'm there, there. Heaven!" Opa trembled and filled Colin with his man-cream. Again and again he erupted. Colin felt his body giving the man the answer he wanted. He found his wet cock with a hard grip and wanked himself to a second orgasm. He managed to turn from the chair just when the first jet flew from his young cock. Opa grinned when the jets hit his hairy body. "Good job, son! A really good job!" That was the last Colin heard before he let his body fall back onto the leather stool. He was exhausted. To be continued

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Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2022 19:53:33 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin - Student and Model 58 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men. We would love to hear from you if you are enjoying this story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com Bill COLIN � STUDENT AND MODEL Chapter 58 (Action with Kenny in France � first days in Sweden) "I'm going to miss Kenny," Colin told Bill as they lay in bed. "Do you think we could invite him to join us in a threesome before we leave for Stockholm?" "I'd love that but would Kenny want a threesome?" Bill responded. Colin smiled. "Kenny loves sex almost as much as I do. I don't think he'll say no." "I don't think he will allow me to fuck him again," said Bill. "No, but he might fuck you," said Colin. "I know you'd like that." "I would. Very much," agreed Bill. "And both of you can fuck me so I'll be happy," grinned Colin. *** Kenny and Colin were sunbathing nude by the pool when Colin said, "I'm going to miss you when you leave here on Friday." "You'll be flying to Stockholm to parade semi-naked for your underwear fans. You won't have time to miss me," responded Kenny. "Anyway I can't impose on Reynard any longer. I've got to go home." "Back to your girlfriend," said Colin. "Sex with me isn't good enough." Kenny gave Colin a gentle punch. "You know how much I enjoy sex with you! You also know I don't get much from her." He sighed. "Anyway I think it's time I moved on and found a girl who actually enjoys sex." "Finding someone who enjoys sex is a good idea," smiled Colin. He paused and then said, "How do you fancy joining me and Dad for a hot threesome before you leave?" "Sex with Bill? I'm not sure about that," responded Kenny. "I'm not suggesting he should fuck you but he thinks you're hot," said Colin. "Yeah, I know." Kenny smiled. "When we were watching Kasim fuck you during the first show, he told me that he'd like me to fuck him." "Did he? Dad likes to bottom once in a while but I can't be a top," said Colin. "I'd love to see you fuck him�but only after you have fucked me." "He's probably quite tight since he rarely gets fucked," suggested Kenny. "I'm not really into hairy men though." "We can dim the lights but you'll probably be too horny to worry about something like that by the time I'm done with you. Anyway I will prepare his hole for you so you can just stick your cock in," said Colin. "Talking of rimming, if you let Dad rim you it will really turn you on. He's much better with his tongue than me." "Really? It drives me crazy when you tongue my arse," said Kenny. "So can I tell Dad that you'll spend tomorrow night in the log cabin with us?" Kenny smiled. "Yes, I suppose so." "Great! You won't regret it." Colin hugged Kenny. "I'll tell Dad when he gets back from the village. Oh, look. Reynard is coming towards us. I wonder what he wants." "My favourite sexy boys!" Reynard smiled and added, "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" "No, Monsieur Reynard," replied Kenny as he sat up. "We were just chatting." Reynard sighed. "Pity. I love watching you two make love. I just wanted to let you know that the car - your new car, Kenny - will be picked up tomorrow. It should arrive in Glasgow on Monday of next week." "Fantastic!" Kenny jumped to his feet and hugged Reynard. "I really appreciate that." Reynard smiled. "You earned it. I'm going to miss having you around here." "You'll see me again when I come down to London for the next two sex shows," said Kenny. Reynard nodded. "I know but that is some weeks away." "You want to see Kenny fucking me again before then," suggested Colin. Reynard smiled and nodded. "Well, you could watch a video or maybe�Kenny, are you in the mood? I don't think you'd mind an audience of one." Kenny smiled. "I'm always in the mood for sex with you and I'd be happy to put on a special show for Monsieur Reynard after all he's done for me." Reynard smiled broadly. "Please come inside and use my bed. Fresh bedding was put on a short time ago." Colin grinned as he stood up and hugged Kenny. "I'm horny but we'd better shower first. We're covered in sun block and sweat." "You're not usually so fussy but okay," said Kenny. "You go first. I want a quick word with my French friend." As soon as Kenny left, Colin turned to Reynard and said, "You just have time to set up your video camera. Kenny won't notice and I know you'll want a recording." "You know me very well, mon petit chou," smiled Reynard. Colin gave Reynard a quick peck on the cheek and went off to join Kenny in the shower. Reynard was sitting in a corner of the bedroom when Colin and Kenny entered. "Please ignore me. I will remain silent," he said. Colin smiled, confident that Kenny could now perform easily with the Frenchman watching. He turned to hug Kenny before kneeling down to take the long, thin cock between his lips. Kenny rested his hands on Colin's shoulders and then realised that he was blocking Reynard's view so he moved his left arm away. It wasn't long until Colin started to take the cock deeper, humming quietly when it touched the back of his throat. Kenny moaned softly as Colin worked his magic and then bent down to lift Colin up. He tossed him onto the bed and then climbed onto the bed so that they could suck each other in a sixty-nine position. Reynard loved watching the pair. Although Kenny claimed to be straight, he obviously loved sex with Colin. Reynard knew that Colin had a very special bond with Kenny and that showed in the way he made love to his university friend. Kenny switched from sucking Colin's cock to rimming Colin's arse. Reynard enjoyed seeing Colin being fucked so he leaned forward to watch his arse being prepared. Colin came off Kenny's cock and whispered to Reynard, "We need some lube." Reynard nodded and tiptoed to a drawer to pull out a tube which he tossed to Colin. Colin mouth a silent "thank you". Kenny began tongue-fucking Colin, causing him to gasp and leak pre-cum. Lots of practice told Kenny when it was time to move on to using his fingers. "Yessss," hissed Colin as Kenny finger-fucked him. A short time later, Kenny greased up his cock and then entered Colin from behind. Colin sighed with pleasure as he took the long, slim cock. "Yeah, that's it," he said when Kenny began his in and out movements. "Fuck me, Kenny. Fuck me and make me cum!" Kenny speeded up a little and then slid his hands forward to Colin's chest. Finding the erect nipples, he pinched and tugged them in the knowledge that Colin loved having them abused. Reynard played with his cock as he watched in silence. His eyes switched back and forth from Kenny, where he enjoyed the sight of the young man's buttocks as Kenny pounded away, to Colin and his handsome face and throbbing, dripping cock. Colin suddenly remembered that he had an audience and said, "Let's change position, Kenny. I don't want to cum too quickly." Kenny had been close to the edge too but he was happy to pause and change to another position. "How do you want it?" he asked as he eased his cock from Colin's hole. "On my back�and I'd like you to pull out and shoot over my face at the end," Colin replied. "It will be a better show for Monsieur Reynard." Kenny agreed. He added more lube to his cock before re-entering Colin and was soon pounding hard and fast once more. Colin began to whimper. "I'm going to cum soon," he said. "Me too," said Kenny. Colin smiled at Kenny and then at Reynard. Seconds later he gasped and started spunking off. With the added thrill of Reynard (and his camera) watching, Colin produced a big load. The first couple of shots landed on his face. More landed on his chest and then the rest pooled on his stomach. "Ready for mine?" Without waiting for an answer, Kenny pulled his cock from Colin's arse and pointed it at Colin's face. He moaned as he sent blast after blast of cum towards his mate. Colin ended up with white cum in his hair, on his eyebrows and eyelashes, on his nose, on his cheeks and in his mouth. Colin turned towards Reynard to ensure that he got a good view before he used his fingers to push the cum on his face between his lips. Kenny watched for a few minutes before he bent down to lick the cum off Colin's chest and stomach. Colin then opened his arms wide and Kenny fell down on top of him to allow them to kiss. Reynard sat in stunned silence. "How can that boy call himself straight?" he asked himself as he watched Kenny. "He clearly loves Colin and he loves sex with him." The two young men moved apart and saw Reynard smiling at them. "Did you enjoy the show?" Colin asked. "I loved it," replied Reynard. "You two are the perfect couple." "I don't think Bill would agree," said Kenny. Colin laughed. "You know I love you and Bill. You will always be part of my life, Kenny. Even when you're married with kids." He gave Kenny a quick kiss on the nose and sat up. He looked across at Reynard and said, "This room smells of sex. You should probably open the windows wide for a while." Reynard shook his head. "It's the smell of you and Kenny. I shall savour it as I drift off to sleep." Colin went over to Reynard and hugged him. "Goodbye my friend. I must go back to Bill now." Kenny wished Reynard goodnight too and then gave him a hug before leaving the room with Colin. "That was fun," he said. Colin smiled. "We'll have more fun tomorrow night, with Bill." "That will be quite different," said Kenny. "Should be good though." *** The next day was fairly quiet. Colin and Kenny swam and sunbathed. Then Kenny packed his bags in preparation for his journey home. He would take the train to Paris and fly back to Glasgow from there. Colin said that he would drive Kenny to the railway station in Lyon in the morning. "I'm going to miss having you around. It's lucky that I'm flying to Stockholm in a couple of days." "You will be too busy to miss me," said Kenny. "Anyway you'll be back in Glasgow with me soon.' Colin sighed. "Yes, our lovely summer break is almost over. We will have the long weekend in London for the private shows and then it's back to the old routine at uni." "Not quite the old routine for you," said Kenny. "You will be off to Iceland shortly after the semester begins." Colin grinned. "Aye, that should be fun." *** Colin was excited by the thought of a threesome with two of his favourite men - Bill and Kenny. He had invited Kenny to dinner in the `log cabin' knowing that Reynard would be visiting a friend to allow his Scottish guests to have a final evening alone together. With sex on the menu, Bill had prepared a fairly light meal but it was enough to satisfy the young sexual athletes. He could see that they were horny but insisted that they relax for a while after they finished eating. "You're going to miss regular sex with me, aren't you?" Colin said to Kenny. "Maybe a little." Kenny smiled. "It will be an incentive for me to find a new girlfriend." "They will be queuing up when they know you're available," Bill told Kenny. Kenny laughed. "Dad's right. A few boys might let you know they're available too," said Colin. "I don't want any other boys. Just you," Kenny stated. "Aw, you're so sweet." Colin blew Kenny a kiss. Kenny grinned and gave Colin a gentle punch. "Only while we're roommates. Not for life." Colin grasped his chest and gave a look suggesting he'd been wounded. "You've broken my heart already!" "Shut up! You have Bill. He's your number one," said Kenny. Colin turned to Bill and flattered his eyelashes at him. "That's true," he said with a smile. "Can we strip off now?" Bill rolled his eyes and then said, "Yes, I suppose we can start now." "Great!" Colin stood up and began to strip. "Come on, Kenny!" Kenny smiled and pulled off his t-shirt. Colin was naked and playing with his little stiffy before Kenny had dropped his shorts. Colin walked over to Bill and helped him to undress. "Come on, Dad. Let's see that sexy, hairy body." Bill was pleased that Colin still considered him sexy. The forty year age gap had never mattered to Colin. He smiled as his boy knelt to open his shorts while he was still unbuttoning his shirt and then looked over at Kenny. Kenny was now naked and displaying an erection as he watched Colin strip Bill and then kiss the growing cock in front of him. Kenny admired Bill's cock. Although not quite as long as his own, it was much thicker and so looked very impressive. "My favourite cock," Colin said as he took Bill's cock into his mouth. Kenny watched for a minute or two before kneeling down beside Colin. Colin looked at Kenny with smiling eyes and came off Bill's cock. Kenny leaned forward to lick the right side of Bill's cock and then Colin licked the left side. They worked together, licking and taking turns to suck the big cock while Bill looked on in amazement. He never expected `straight' Kenny to go that far. This was soon too tame for Colin. He stood up and said, "I need two cocks in me but first� Dad, do you want to join me in double-sucking Kenny's cock?" Bill nodded. "I'd love to but let's get more comfortable. We should move through to the bedroom." Soon Kenny was lying in the middle of the bed with Colin and Bill licking and sucking his long uncut cock. "You get to do this anytime you want," Bill said as he refused to give way to Colin again. "You suck his balls." Colin just smiled and did as Bill suggested. Kenny wasn't used to two men working on him at the same time and it wasn't long before he warned, "I'm close to cumming." "No, it's too soon," said Colin. "Turn over and you can experience something else." "I'm not ready to be fucked," Kenny said firmly. "Nobody is going to fuck you," said Colin. Kenny turned over and soon felt Colin caressing his buttocks. "Isn't this a lovely bum, Dad," Colin said to Bill. "How about showing Kenny that you are just as good as him when it comes to rimming?" "I'd love to!" Bill pushed Colin away and grabbed hold of Kenny's firm buttocks. He squeezed them a couple of times and then spread them apart before shoving his face between. His licking soon had Kenny moaning softly. Kenny grunted and grabbed hold of the bedsheets when Bill started to push his tongue into his arsehole. Colin watched as Kenny look of surprise turned to a look of pleasure. "Feels great, doesn't it?" Colin said in a soft voice. "Hmm, yeah." Kenny opened his legs wider and Bill continued to tongue-fuck him. He was soon moaning again. "You're going to make me cum, Bill," he said a short time later. "Don't make him shoot off, Dad," Colin cried. "I want his first load inside me! Kenny, you have to fuck me." Bill sat up and told Kenny to choose whichever of Colin's holes he wanted. Colin knew what Kenny's first preference would be so he quickly lay on his back with his legs pulled back. "Yeah, I'm going to fuck that hot hole." Kenny smiled as he pushed a pillow under Colin's bum. "I want a taste of something else first though." He could see that Colin's cockhead was wet with pre-cum so he bent down and sucked the clear juice off. Then he used his hands to spread Colin's arse cheeks. Bill was always impressed by how eagerly Kenny ate Colin's arsehole. Once again he thought that Kenny was not a typical straight boy. He tossed the lube to Kenny as soon as he sat up. Kenny thanked Bill and applied lube to Colin's hole, using a finger to push some inside. Then he greased his cock and moved into position for fucking. Colin sighed as the long, slim cock entered him. He felt nothing but pleasure as the cock he was very familiar with slid all the way inside. Kenny wasted no time. He started fairly slowly but was soon pounding hard and fast. Bill watched for a few moments before moving to feed Colin his cock. Colin was happy now. He was taking cock at both ends for the first, but definitely not the last time, that night. It didn't take long before Kenny gave another warning that he was close to the edge. This time he didn't try to hold back. Everyone present knew that he'd easily be able to cum a second time. "I'm cumming!" he cried as he spunked off, flooding Colin's insides with a big load. Bill took his cock from Colin's mouth. He wasn't ready to cum just yet and he knew that Colin would be disappointed if Bill didn't give it to him anally. Colin smiled at Kenny as he sat up. "That was a good one," he said as he moved to suck Kenny's cock clean. "Yeah," was all Kenny said. He whimpered a little as Colin worked on his still tender cockhead. "What next?" Bill asked when Colin had finished his cleaning job. "I'm sure you've made a plan." "Well, I'm going to suck your cock again and then you're going to fuck the cum out of me," Colin replied. "Then I'm going to rim you and Kenny will fuck you. That's all I have planned." "Sounds good to me," said Bill. "Are you up for that, Kenny?" "I am," smiled Kenny. Colin had given him the option of being fucked by Bill but Kenny said he couldn't take "that thick monster" again. He had suggested that Colin might fuck him but Colin laughed at the idea of fucking his university roommate. Kenny sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Colin sucked Bill's cock. He knew he'd never be able to take much of that thick cock in his mouth and he was somewhat amazed to see how easily Colin managed. "Of course, he's been doing it for years," he told himself. He watched as Colin wriggled and made soft noises when Bill began tongue-fucking him. His cock, which has never gone totally soft, was rock-hard when Bill started fucking Colin doggy-style. He was leaking pre-cum when Bill took Colin missionary. The expressions on Colin's face and the noises he made when Bill fucked him to a hands-free cum were quite familiar but seeing him take that huge cock up his arse time and time again brought him close to an orgasm. He had to fight with himself not to jerk off. "Almost time for you to do some more work," Colin told Kenny when he had cleaned Bill's cock. "I'll prepare Dad for you." Bill moved face-down on the bed and placed a pillow under his midsection while Colin drank some water. Colin caressed the large beefy, lightly-haired buttocks, kissed each one and then spread them before diving down to kiss and lick the puckered opening. Kenny noted how different Bill's arse was from Colin's smooth bubble-butt and wasn't sure that he would want to lick it. However he had no hesitation about fucking Bill. As Colin occasionally said to tease him, Kenny would fuck almost any hole. Bill was now moaning softly and Kenny guessed correctly that Colin's tongue was now probing the man's hole. He thought about how good it felt when Colin used his tongue on him and leaked some pre-cum. Finally Colin sat up and smiled at Kenny. "He's ready for you. You'll need to put some lube on your cock but not on Dad." Kenny greased up his cock and climbed between Bill's spread legs. "Okay, Bill?" he asked. "Yes, and you don't need to be gentle with me," Bill replied. Colin smiled to himself. Bill rarely got fucked these days so he was glad to get the opportunity when he met up with Kasim. Now Kenny was going to give Bill a treat. Kenny lined his cockhead up with Bill's entrance and pressed for entry. Colin watched as the cock slowly slid inside. His own arsehole twitched as he remembered how that felt. He envied Bill as he watched Kenny begin to fuck him in earnest. Colin slowly wanked his cock as Kenny pounded away against Bill's arse. He expected that Bill was enjoying having his prostate worked on and told himself that he shouldn't be jealous of him. Eventually Kenny reached the point of no return. "I'm cumming!" he shouted as he started blasting off inside Bill. Colin smiled when Kenny finally collapsed on top of Bill, hugging him as he came back down to earth. "It looks like you both enjoyed that." "I loved it," said Bill while Kenny nodded. "It's getting dark but let's have an outside shower," suggested Colin. The other two agreed and there was laughter and a lot of touching as they used the basic facilities outside the log cabin. Colin retained his hard-on from the start and the other two soon became stiff again. "I'm still horny," Colin said as they went back indoors. "I reckon I could cum again," said Kenny. "This has been even hotter fun than I had expected." So the evening ended with Kenny fucking Colin to another climax. Bill was happy just to watch. "Do you want to share our bed on your last night with us?" Colin asked Kenny when his mate started to yawn. "Yeah, I'd like that," said Kenny. "Are you sure it won't be too warm with three of us in one bed?" "The temperature is already falling. It will be fine," replied Colin. Bill was happy at the thought of sharing a bed with two sexy young men. *** While Colin was driving Kenny to the railway station in Lyon, Reynard was with Bill discussing plans for the London shows. "So many fans of JustColin and the porn videos are eager to see Colin in person that I have sold tickets for twenty five men at each show. I could easily have sold twice as many," said Reynard. "Colin will be happy to have more men touching him, won't he?" Bill smiled. "You know Colin. The more men, the better." "Good. I don't think we need make any changes to the show," Reynard went on. "However I wonder if Colin might agree to a small addition to the second show. The men are mostly from within Britain and Ireland but some are from elsewhere. A number of men who have all of Colin's videos made a special request and they will be attending the second show." "What kind of special request?" Bill asked. "They want to see some piss action," replied Reynard. "Ah!" Bill frowned as he gave the matter some thought. "I'm pretty sure Colin will agree as long as the audience are merely onlookers. I doubt that Kenny would be into that though." "I didn't think he would but Kasim will be willing," said Reynard. "Maybe you could take part in that section too?" Bill rubbed his chin. "Oh, I'm not happy with that idea." "Think about it and discuss it with Colin," said Reynard. "You don't need to decide now." "I assume those wanting this special�err, feature will be paying extra," said Bill. Reynard nodded. "Yes. Twenty per cent extra. With minimal additional outlay, it will be quite profitable." "Okay. I'll discuss it with Colin when he gets back," said Bill. As Bill had expected, Colin was happy to add some piss action to the second London show. He was disappointed that Bill didn't want to take part but felt that Kasim alone wasn't going to be enough for the audience. "We will need to ask Reynard if he can find someone else," he said. *** Colin was excited as he and Bill boarded the plane which would take them to Stockholm. Reynard had booked business class seats for them and so he knew he'd enjoy the three hour flight. Flying from one country to another within the Schengen Area meant that there were no passport formalities when they landed at Stockholm Arlanda airport. Reynard had pre-booked a car to take them to their hotel in the city centre and they were settled in their large, comfortable room before three o'clock. "Plenty of time for some sightseeing before dinner," said Colin. "Yes. We need to start now because we've got our trip to Uppsala tomorrow," said Bill. Colin nodded in agreement. "I'm looking forward to meeting my new Nordic Studies professor tomorrow. Professor Sverrisson. I wonder what he looks like." "I don't think his looks will matter much," responded Bill. "It's extremely unlikely that he will be into sex with his male students like the previous two." Colin laughed. "You're probably right but a horny boy can dream." Bill shook his head and said, "I'll give Christian a quick phone call to let him know we're here and what our room number is. He will pick us up after breakfast tomorrow." Christian was the editor of the Scandinavian magazine that had been publishing articles written by Bill for several years. Christian told Bill that he'd like to take them out for dinner that evening and the invitation was accepted. Christian had made a reservation at a restaurant in the Old Town. He gave Bill the details and they arranged to meet at 7.30pm. A short walk from the hotel found them on the Vasabron, a bridge linking to Gamla Stan, or Old Town. This was Stockholm's original city centre on Stadsholmen Island. They visited the Royal Palace and the nearby Royal Chapel before stopping for a refreshing drink in the main square, Stortorget. They strolled through the Old Town and then took a sightseeing cruise along the Djugarden Canal. "That was fun," Colin said as they left the boat. "Do you remember we passed the Vasa Museum? I wonder if we will have time to visit it. I've heard that the ship is worth seeing." "I don't know but I seem to remember that the first of your fashion shows takes place there tomorrow," said Bill. "I think we should head back to the hotel and freshen up before we go out for dinner." "Good idea! I'm starving," said Colin. Bill hadn't met Christian before and had no idea what he looked like. Christian had seen a photo of Bill though and he was well aware of the famous JustColin so he had no trouble identifying them. He stood up and waved as they entered the restaurant. "Bill and Colin, welcome. I'm Christian." When they reached him, Christian said, "It's really good to meet you at last, Bill." As Bill and Christian were shaking hands, Colin was checking out the Swede. The man was close to 183 cm (6ft) tall and looked fit. There were some streaks of grey in his blond hair and, when Colin looked into the smiling blue eyes when they shook hands, he reckoned he was in his early forties. Christian was a good host. He made some suggestions regarding the food but didn't press either Bill or Colin. They both wanted to try something traditionally Swedish and both had gravadlax as their starter. Colin insisted on having Swedish meatballs while Bill had reindeer stew. Both of them found room for dessert. Bill had Swedish apple pie and Colin chose kladdkaka, a sticky chocolate cake. It was a warm June evening so they strolled along the waterfront after saying goodbye to Christian. "I think he fancies you," Colin told Bill. "He hardly took his eyes off you." "Rubbish!" Bill laughed. "He looked at me because we were sitting opposite each other. That's all. And we spoke a lot because we've corresponded for years without meeting until now." "If you say so," said Colin. "He paid very little attention to me." "Ah, that's it. You're jealous," smiled Bill. "No, I'm not. I don't think he's my type," retorted Colin. "He's a man. That's your type," Bill joked. "Anyway I saw him glance at you a number of times. Perhaps he was in awe of the famous model." Colin smiled. "I'm not that famous in Sweden." "You will be after the after your fashion shows here," said Bill. "Now let's go back to our hotel to make love. I fancy you even if Christian doesn't." *** Colin was impressed by the selection available at the hotel's buffet breakfast. He was tempted to try lots of things but took only small portions. Bill however stuck to things he knew. He was normally happy to experiment and try new foodstuffs but never at breakfast-time. Christian phoned Bill to let him know that he was on his way and should arrive about 9.15am. Bill managed to have Colin ready and in the lobby before Christian arrived. They were soon in Christian's Volvo car and on their way north to Uppsala. "I see him! That's him over there, on the stairs. He said he would meet me here!" Colin was very excited. He pointed at the summer-dressed, bareheaded man with a big leather briefcase who was standing outside the main entrance to the huge Uppsala Cathedral. "He doesn't look very Swedish with that red hair, but he looks very sexy!" Colin went on. He was sitting in the back seat of the old-fashioned Volvo. Bill, who sat in the front with Christian, turned to Colin and grinned. "A new professor and all you think about is sex." "Aye. Both the previous guest professors, both Thor and Svend, became my lovers. Don't you think I should try to hook up with this fellow too?" Colin became stressed and wanted Christian to stop the car. "I can't stop here, Colin. I'll have to find a parking spot. I'm anxious to meet this Adonis and I'm sure Bill is as well," Christian said. When the car was parked, Colin hurried to the front of the cathedral where he was met by the rather chubby, but very tall, man in his forties. He gave Colin his hand. "I'm Ewald, Ewald Sverrisson." The handshake was firm. "So here you are, young man. The student I've heard so much about. I hope you didn't find my emails offensive, but I received very interesting information from your previous professors. I really wanted to see you when I heard that you were to visit Stockholm this weekend." "Yes sir, I am excited as well. Both Thor and Svend have been very important to me. They made me the student I am. However I will start the next semester in Iceland, as I think you know, so I will not see you for some months in Glasgow. It's a pity and the reason why I was keen to meet you today." He smiled his broad smile and then turned to introduce Bill and Christian. They also gave the Swede formal handshakes. "My Dad would like to see the beautiful cathedral too, and Christian here was kind enough to drive us up here. You probably know I will be in my underwear for much of the rest of the day!" Colin grinned and started to walk up the stairs to the entrance. Bill just rolled his eyes. "Interesting that this church, the biggest in Northern Europe, is consecrated to three different saints," Colin said. "St Olav of course, but also St Laurensius and your own St Erik. He was a Swedish king, wasn't he? Important place." "And in the time of Vikings, there was probably a temple here for the old Viking gods on this site�" Colin went on lecturing as if he was the guide and not the visitor. Now he went up to a plaque and read the text. " "You understand Latin as well, Colin?" Christian asked, quite surprised. "Some, sir, and this is a very interesting text. Sorry gentlemen, I am taking up too much of your time. This place is magnificent!" Again Colin turned around. Now he followed Professor Sverrisson who showed them around inside the cathedral. "Gentlemen!" The professor ended his guided tour. "You know that Colin and I don't normally study churches. Colin has been invited here because we have found a text written in runes, and I want him to interpret it." Colin looked at his Dad and the magazine editor and guessed they were a bit out of their comfort zone now. Christian looked a bit bored, and Colin believed that his dad had had enough too. "Christian, sir, why don't you take my dad to the pub down the street. He would love to taste this summer's aquavit, I'm sure. Professor Sverrisson and I will need at least half an hour. We will join you at the bar soon. Okay?" The men took this as a pleasant order and left after further handshakes. Ewald, as he asked Colin to call him in private, led Colin through a side door and straight through a dark garden to a black tent, closed off with red and white barrier tapes. "We have the new Viking relics here." Ewald locked the door after them. "You want me to undress here in the holy grounds?" Colin asked. "Yes, yes, please! I can hardly wait to touch the body I've dreamt about!" The man started to unbutton Colin's white summer jacket, then the tight silk shirt underneath. Four fingers found Colin's erect dark nipples and squeezed. The boy moaned in pleasure. He hurried to drop his blue city shorts and was naked, but for his shoes and a tight white jockstrap. "Oh, my holy�!" Ewald put a hand in front of his mouth when Colin pulled down the jock and his small, but rock-hard erection was free for the redhead man's touch. A small wank followed and then Ewald lifted his hand to sniff the glistening pre-cum. Again Colin moaned. "Let me see you, sir. Please, sir. The pictures you sent were a bit blurred. I don't think you are used to sending dick-pics!" Colin started to undress the man who was more than normally excited. The upper body was lightly-haired, but the lower body hair was well trimmed. Colin pulled down the man's trousers and the tight boxers in a single movement. "You want me to suck you, sir? I don't think we have time to�." Colin had already the plum-like cockhead deep inside his mouth. The man was well hung, but not extremely so and Colin did a good job on the wood-coloured Swedish man-cock. He hoped that this would be a new toy for him when he returned from Iceland in late October. Without gagging, Colin managed to swallow the 20 cm (8 inch) erection. With both hands on the back of the boy's head, the third guest professor in Colin's life began a wild throat-fuck. Spit and slime dripped from Colin's lips. "They never told me�aahhh!" The man yelled. Colin was rough in return as he gripped Ewald's buttocks. "You are damn, damn�yes, yes." The man closed his eyes. His body trembled as if he was about to cum. Colin was not happy with the one-way treatment and pushed himself off the slimy cock after giving it a final lick. Professor Ewald took the signal. With little apparent effort, he lifted Colin and laid him down on a work-desk filled with historic papers. Seconds later he spread Colin's legs and almost lifted his butt as he got into position. Colin screamed when the man used a dry finger in his arse. "Please lick me, sir. I'm not yet prepared!" he shouted. The redhead was again very open to receiving `commands'. He fell on his knees, spat in Colin's crack and filled his open butt with his nose and mouth. Soon he slurped the boy-cunt as if this was his first male rimming. The rough treatment was what Colin wanted and when the man tongue-fucked him and then found his wet cock with a wanking hand, Colin was close to cumming. "I'm going to�soon. I will, sir, please, I'm�" Colin's balls were pulling back. "Stop, stop�Svend told me, I will� I want to eat�" The professor managed to turn Colin around just in time to receive the first jet. The white string landed on Ewald's forehead. The two next landed inside his open mouth while the rest of the load was spread upon the academic papers. "Sweet, sweet!" The man licked his lips, but pushed Colin backwards. Without warning he placed his naked body between Colin's legs. Two hard wanks were enough to let the professor baptise his new student with a large amount of man-cream. A short time later the two academics joined Bill and Christian in the bar. "You look as if you need a drink, both of you." Christian found seats for them. "You had an interesting session, professor? Could Colin give you some help?" Bill asked. The professor suddenly stammered and couldn't find the words. "We had a very friendly discussion," Colin said. "Professor Ewald and I have already made an appointment for the next step." *** "He will be a good replacement in Glasgow, but he needs some education!" Colin commented after seeing the professor off. Bill and Colin followed Christian to the car. "Will you drive us to the hotel, Christian? We need to freshen up for the organising committee," Bill said. "I think Kurt would like to meet Colin privately before the meeting. He'll see you in the hotel when you give him a call to let him know you're back." Christian started the drive back to Stockholm. "Who is Kurt?" Colin yawned in the warm afternoon. "Sorry - Kurt Cadiz - is the organiser for the show tomorrow. He only uses his first name Kurt for professional purposes. He has also invited us to a midsummer party in his private summerhouse. He wants us to stay overnight!" Bill had been given the information earlier. Colin was already asleep in the back seat. "Hard academic meeting!" Christian looked in the rear-view mirror and grinned. "Wish I was a student again," Bill commented. "Could do with a real party!" "I'll see to that, my friend!" Christian placed a hand on Bill's knee. *** Colin was dressed in his tightest city shorts and a golden t-shirt with JustColin in black across the back. A man, similar in build to Kenny and probably not more than thirty, met Colin with a handshake. Colin was more used to meeting old or fairly old men and was very comfortable with their admiration. This Kurt looked like a model himself, and gave Colin a welcoming hand without any signs of specific interest. "You look damn young!" the man said. "You could pass for fifteen!" "Does it bother you, Mr Cadiz?" Colin asked. Something told him that this was a sort of test. The Swedish organisers had for sure received all his papers and videos from earlier shows. He knew that. "No, no, but you have become a sort of young sex symbol down in Europe, among teens of both sexes. We don't want to be accused of making child porn!" The man didn't seem to be joking. Colin didn't know if the man was serous or not, but now he was rather irritated. He just put a thumb in his belt and prepared to turn away. "You have to meet my adviser. I'll send him down. And Mr Sieger, the editor of `Young Fashion', will see you as soon as he arrives from Hamburg." Colin frowned. "Child porn! What's happened with the liberal Sweden I've read about?" he said to himself as he headed for the door. Then he turned back and shouted, "Just tell me where and when to meet for rehearsal!" Colin gave a very clear message that he wasn't happy. *** It was Midsummer in Sweden, always celebrated on the Saturday nearest to June 23rd. The weather was nice and people regarded this as one of the most important party weekends in the year. It was a celebration of summer, fertility and youth. Colin was happy that his company had chosen to show their new collection onboard one of the famous coastal summer boats that connected the islands in the Stockholm archipelago. The boat would take them to many of the small harbours and villages where people gathered for the Midsummer parties. A very fit Colin was ready for the opening of the show. A lot of people were gathered just after breakfast in probably Stockholm's most exclusive arena - the Vasa Ship Museum. Colin could not but smile when he compared the Viking ships in Oslo that were built to bring people across the Atlantic with the Vasa warship that was built in1628 and sank after sailing roughly 1,300 metres (1,400 yards) on her maiden voyage because of construction mistakes. Colin had promised Bill not to mention this in his opening address. A lot of people waited for Colin who was guided by a young Swedish girl in her national costume. She had even placed a flower wreath on his head to celebrate the day. A bit embarrassed he had accepted, and he looked both nice and sexy with midsummer-flowers in his curly dark hair. In his grey Armani suit with a pink shirt, he was the obvious star. "Dry the flowers and put them in your Christmas bath," she whispered to Colin when she placed the wreath on his head. "Will increase your fertility!" She grinned, while Colin blushed in the young girl's presence. "Young Colin here is our special guest this morning. I understand he will present his youth fashion later in the day but the young man is also something of a specialist regarding Nordic languages, Old Norse and mythology. So I have asked him to compare the summer traditions in our countries up north. Please welcome him!" The very professional guide made room for Colin on the stairs. Bill saw that his boy was apprehensive for some seconds, but then Colin cleared his throat and smiled. He knew most of the people here, but was a bit uncertain about the local and national press. "Ib and Daniel, our Danish models today," Colin pointed at the Danish boys who had arrived with Mr Sieger the day before, "would celebrate `St. Hans' with the lighting of bonfires, burning dolls symbolising the witches, and ask for protection from evil forces like they have done hundreds or thousands of years. They call midsummer `St.Hans' in parts of Norway too, but the original Norwegian name is `Jonsok' - the night they stayed awake for the prophet St. John the Baptist who was born June 24th." "Like many so-called Christian traditions they are mixed up with beliefs and customs from before the arrival of Christianity." The young student made a pedagogic break. "When we raise the `maypole', the symbol of a male erection in many local societies today, we celebrate the magic, the re-birth, the harvest." Colin heard Bill coughing. "And it's not a stone phallus like in other places in Europe, but a pole and the two rings. The male sexual organs are decorated - a tradition in Sweden for hundreds of years. Just look at the stone paintings all around us in these countries, symbols from thousands of years back. The male erection is symbol of growth, of nature. So, ladies and gentlemen, the Swedish Midsummer traditions are based on facts far from St. John the Baptist." Colin smiled at his Swedish hosts, Kurt and his group, and he smiled at Mr Klaus Sieger who represented the European youth magazine which was publishing a special edition with details of Nordic midsummer traditions. "Thank you for the flowers, my dear!" Colin gave the young girl a rather distant hug. "I hope you remember walking barefoot in the dew when the night turns to dawn, and you will keep your beauty forever!" Now the young girl blushed and hurried to wave for the servants who brought small pieces of dark bread with pickled herring, and glasses of `schnapps' or Aquavit. Colin was happy for the herring, but left his glass to Bill, who was more than happy for two glasses. He poked Christian, his editor, and lifted his first glass for a `sk�l'. Speedboats waited for the group outside the Vasa Museum in the middle of Stockholm. They would take them from the capital to the first local harbour. Colin looked at his watch. Still two hours to the first show, and he had to be styled for the strong sunshine. Like a real performer he had been given his own dressing room. He left the company who were having a second round of drinks and snacks. Just inside his dressing room, he was pulling off his jacket when he heard someone arriving. There was a very direct knock on the door. Colin had locked the door to have some privacy so he had to go up to the door to open it. Kurt himself, the event director, was outside. "May I come in?" he asked, while he looked behind Colin. "Please!" Colin tried to catch the man's eyes. "I'm sorry for yesterday!" Kurt said. "Damn sorry!" "I'm sorry too!" Colin's and Kurt's eyes met. Seconds afterwards their lips met - wet, hot young horny lips. Colin was hugged in the same way as Kenny would have done - Kurt almost lifted the smaller guy from the ground. To be continued

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Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2022 16:08:16 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin - Student and Model 57 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men. We would love to hear from you if you are enjoying this story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com Bill COLIN � STUDENT AND MODEL Chapter 57 (Sex shows in France) "We'd better get dressed now," Colin told Kenny. Both were currently in bathrobes after taking a final shower. Kenny took a deep breath and stood up. "Okay, Kiddo." "It will be fine," Bill told Kenny. "The men might have paid to see Colin but they will admire you." "Yes, and sex between us is always great," smiled Colin. "It is." Kenny smiled and removed his bathrobe. A short time later Kenny stood before Colin and asked, "How do I look?" He was dressed in a dark blue rugby shirt with a white collar, white shorts, white socks, and boots. "You look hot," replied Colin. "You'll look even hotter when you're only wearing a jockstrap." Kenny smiled. "You're looking pretty hot yourself, even if your JustColin fans won't recognise you with so many clothes on." Colin grinned. "I'll be down to my knickers shortly after the show starts. Are you going to watch it all or will you wait here until it's time for you to join me?" "I'm going to watch from the back with Bill," replied Kenny. "He said that you're a natural performer so I'm forward to seeing how you entertain all those old men." "They're not all old," said Colin. "It's fun acting slutty. It turns me on knowing they're sitting there with hard-ons looking at me." "Don't forget you need to act a bit nervous at first," Bill told Colin as he left the room. "The audience is under the impression that this is your first private show." Pierre knocked the door and stuck his head in the room. "Five minutes, Colin." "Tell Reynard I'll be with him in a moment," responded Colin. As soon as Pierre had gone, Colin kissed Kenny. "We will have a great time tonight, Kenny. After you are introduced to the audience, forget about them. It will just be you and I having sexy fun like back at home. You know I love having sex with you." "I love it too," smiled Kenny. "Sometimes I think it's better than sex with a girl." Colin pouted. "Only sometimes?" Kenny laughed. "You'd better join Reynard." Colin grinned, gave Kenny's cock a quick grope and dashed off. Colin met up with Bill and Reynard. "I think Kenny will be fine, Dad. However I'm glad you're keeping him company until he joins me on stage." "He'll be okay," agreed Bill. "He will be horny too watching you tease the audience." "I hope so." Colin smiled and turned to Reynard. "Do we have a happy group of men this evening?" "I think so," replied Reynard. "Some have already asked if it will be possible to buy photos of you nude at the end of the show. Others wanted to buy some of your used underwear so maybe we can arrange that for our next destination." "That's only a couple of weeks from now," said Colin. "Do they want some piss or cum stains in them?" Reynard laughed. "I didn't ask but it's possible." Don came over and announced that he was ready to begin filming. "The audience are aware that they can't take photos or record any part of the show. Right?" Colin asked. "Yes, that's correct," replied Reynard. "All phones and electronic devices have already been taken off our guests this evening so there will be no unauthorised photos, films or sound recordings online. Don's film will be the only record." "Okay. Then I guess we can get started," said Colin. Don returned to his camera while Reynard and Colin took up their positions on the stage. Reynard signalled to Pierre who dimmed the lights in the makeshift theatre and then opened the curtains. "Welcome, gentlemen," Reynard said as he stepped forward with a smile on his face. "I hope you will enjoy tonight's show. Before we begin, I would like to mention the cameraman you may have seen before the lights were dimmed. As you know, we are going to be filming the performance this evening so you will be able to order a copy later if you wish a special souvenir. Just imagine watching the famous young Colin - JustColin - in the comfort of your own home, naked and all in glorious high-definition." There were murmurings of approval. Reynard raised his hands and went on. "I would remind you that case your faces will be blurred out. However no part - and I emphasise no part - of Colin will be hidden from view in the video." Again there were sounds of approval. "I can also tell you that what is being filmed will be shown on the big screen above the stage so you might get good close-up views on it." Reynard smiled. "Are you now ready to meet the young model who was been turning us all on this past year?" Cries of "yes" and "oui" filled the room. Reynard turned and called out, "Colin! Some men want to meet you. Please come out." Colin smiled as he walked onto the stage and waved at the twenty men surrounding the U-shaped stage. There were gasps as the men looked at Colin barefoot and dressed in white - a partly-open short-sleeved white shirt and knee-length white shorts. Colin couldn't see Bill or Kenny but he knew they were in shadows near Don and his camera. "Hello to all you sexy men. I'm very happy to be here with you this evening," he said. "Doesn't he look sexy?" Reynard said. "You all know that Colin is over eighteen, even if he does look younger." The men in the audience murmured their agreement. "I hope you like his white outfit. Is he wearing white to signify that he's still a virgin?" "I don't think so!" "No, he can't be!" Various other comments were made by the roomful of "JustColin" fans. Reynard smiled and raised his arms to call for silence. "Before you leave here tonight, you will know for certain that he isn't. Now I will let Colin introduce himself." Reynard waved his hand at Colin to step to the front of the stage and then he left. Colin stepped down onto the lower U-shaped part of the stage and smiled at the men on either side as he walked slowly. "This is something very new for me. I am used to appearing in front of huge crowds now but not for a small group of sexy gay men like you. Yes, I do like mature men." He smiled as he listened to the murmurs of approval. Then he went on. "You know that my name is Colin and that I am a model. Modelling is just something I do occasionally. I'm a university student, back home in Scotland." Colin reached the end of the stage and reversed direction. "You don't want to hear about my studies though. You want to see me wearing skimpy underwear�or maybe nothing at all?" "Yes, we want to see you naked," was the most common reply. Colin smiled. "I will pose for you in some underwear and then I will undress completely for you." Pierre switched on the music and Colin started the striptease routine he had practiced under Pierre's guidance. He danced as he unbuttoned the shirt while moving up and down the stage, occasionally pausing to rub his bum while smiling at the men. He smiled at the men as he slowly unzipped the shorts, then teased them by zipping up again. Moments later there were off and tossed onto the main stage behind him. Some of the men were disappointed to find Colin wearing boxer shorts rather than a pair of his famous JustColin brand briefs but the boxers were another tease. When Colin dropped the boxers, he was wearing a tiny white thong. Colin found it impossible to remain flaccid with the cheers and comments he received while dancing semi-naked. His cock tented the front of the thong long before he finally removed his open shirt. The cheering became louder when he made thrusting movements to draw attention to his little stiffy. Finally, with the music building to a crescendo, stood still and ripped the thong from his body. With his legs spread and his arms in the air, Colin stood in the centre of the stage allowing the audience to see him fully naked and erect for the first time. As the men stood and applauded, Bill hugged Kenny from behind and whispered in his ear, "I'd love to see you doing a strip like that." "That's never going to happen," smiled Kenny. "I could never do that in front of a bunch of strangers. Not even if they were girls." The pair watched as Don moved over to get some close-up shots of Colin in front of the audience. "Thank you, gentlemen," smiled Colin. "That was more of a turn-on than I expected. I wasn't sure that I would get an erection," he lied. "Now please sit down." Colin waited until everyone was seated and calm. "Most of you probably know that JustColin has a range of erotic underwear - items too sexy for me to be seen wearing in public. I would like to wear a few for you now and I look forward to hearing what you think of them." Colin walked back to the main stage and went behind a chest-high barrier to put on the first item of sexy underwear. There were cheers when he returned to the u-shaped stage wearing a tiny blue item with yellow trimming. His stiff cock was in a yellow tube and there was a round hole at the rear allowing most of his bum to be seen. "You like it, eh? Let me show you the next one." Colin removed the briefs before going back behind the screen. The second item was a rather sissy pair of black lace knickers with a see-through pouch where Colin's cock and balls could be seen. This received less support. Colin then went on stage wearing a sort of jockstrap but one where the waistband and rear straps were so thin that it looked like he was wearing only a pouch. The final item brought the most applause as, in addition to a circular hole at the rear, there was a circular hole at the front which left Colin's cock and balls on display. "You like seeing my stiff little boy-cock, eh? Would you like to see it up close?" Colin walked the end of the u-shaped stage as he spoke. Roars of "yes" filled the room. "Maybe you'd like to see my boy-pussy close-up too?" "You'd better hurry backstage," Bill told Kenny as the audience made it clear that they'd love to see Colin's boy-pussy. "Okay, okay!" Colin smiled at the audience. "You can come up to the stage one at a time and touch me. Just touching though - no squeezing, pulling or poking. Monsieur Reynard would not like that. Understand?" Colin looked around the room to see nods and murmurs of agreement. "Good. I will ask my university roommate to help me. Kenny, please come onto the stage." There was polite applause as Kenny came on stage dressed in his rugby outfit and carrying a huge cushion for Colin to use as a mattress. "Isn't Kenny handsome? Take off that rugby shirt and let the men see your hot body." Kenny had already agreed to be seen topless so he did as Colin requested. However he didn't look at the audience. "Nice, eh?" said Colin. "Kenny has seen me naked many times but he has never seen me display myself to anyone else before, much less a roomful of men. He probably thinks I'm crazy," Colin told the audience. "You are crazy," said Kenny. "It's your body though so you can show it to others if you wish." Colin winked at Kenny as he removed the sexy briefs he was wearing. He then lay down on the giant cushion. Kenny knelt on the floor behind Colin and took hold of Colin's ankles when he threw his legs back. Colin raised his head and looked around the audience as he lay spread for inspection with a hand holding his cock in a vertical position. "I don't think I could display myself any better than this. Please come forward one at a time, starting with you, sir, on my left. You can look and touch briefly before returning to your seat." The first man, a fifty-something with a huge belly, was on his feet before Colin had finished speaking. He had a huge smile on his face as he approached the end of the stage. When he stopped facing Colin, he said, "This is a dream come true. You are even more beautiful naked than I imagined." His eyes switched focus between Colin's face and private parts a few times before he reached out to touch Colin's inner right thigh and then move towards the stiff cock. Colin let go of his cock and the man's fingertips gently ran over the cockshaft and the hairless balls before hovering over the small pink opening. "You can touch my pussy-lips," Colin said, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. A fat fingertip circled around Colin's arsehole before pressing gently on the entrance. Colin moaned softly and then Kenny said, "Your time is up. Next gentleman, please." The fat man smiled and thanked Colin before returning to his seat. Several members of the audience noted that the man had an erection. Of course, he was far from the only one in the room with an erection at that point. Even Bill had one. The second man, who was in his late sixties, stood in front of Colin and said, "Quel beau garcon!" (What a beautiful boy!) He placed both of his hands to the side of Colin's cock and balls, framing them. He smiled at Colin. "Tu as une jolie petite bite." (You have a pretty little cock.) Colin understand and thanked the man who was now running his fingertips all over the cock and balls. "Je voudrais la sucer." (I would like to suck it.) Colin shook his head. "Pas possible, monsieur." (Not possible, sir.) The man nodded and gently wrapped his fingers around the cockshaft before blowing a kiss towards it. He then said, "Merci, mon beau Colin," before resuming his seat. "He loves you," Kenny whispered to Colin. "He loves his image of me," Colin whispered back just before a small, grey-haired gentleman stopped in front of Colin. "Gee, you really are perfect," the man began. "Not only do you have a fabulous ass, your dick is just as I'd hoped. Small, uncut and leaking pre-cum." He grinned at Colin and touched the cockhead to get some pre-cum on his fingers. He then licked his fingers and said, "Delicious!" "I'm glad you like it, sir," responded Colin. "I tend to leak a lot when I'm excited." The man smiled and said, "You really are my dream lover. If you were mine, I'd spend all day sucking your dick and fucking your ass." His fingertips ran up and down Colin's arsecrack as he spoke. "I might enjoy that," smiled Colin. "Next gentleman, please," shouted Kenny. The next man to stand in front of Colin was dressed in a very expensive suit but he was big and rough-looking. He stared at Colin's cock, balls and arsecrack without speaking. Colin guessed him to be in his late forties or early fifties. He smiled and said, "I hope you like what you see." "Oh yeah. You're cute. I'm just imagining what it would be like to fuck you," he said. "I'm pretty well-hung so I'm guessing you'd squeal." He gave Colin a smile that was far from pleasant. Colin heard Kenny give what almost sounded like a growl and responded quickly. "Maybe I would. You are free to imagine what you like about me. Maybe I am into bondage and rough sex. But I might be a top." The man slowly shook his head. Kenny was the next to speak. "If you don't wish to touch Colin, please move away. Others are waiting." The man caressed Colin's buttocks and then returned to his seat. A balding man who Colin reckoned had to be at least seventy was the next to arrive. "You have a great body but I am more turned on by your big nipples than by your ass," he told Colin. "May I please touch them?" "Of course," smiled Colin. "I love having my nipples played with so you can do as you wish to them." The man's wrinkled hands reached out for the erect nubs and pinched them hard. Colin groaned and then smiled. "I liked that." That encouraged the man to pull and twist the nipples, causing Colin to pump out more pre-cum. "I think that's enough," said Kenny. One by one the men came forward. As Colin had forecast, the majority focussed on his arse - his hole in particular. Several played briefly with his nipples as well as with his cock or arsecrack. The men were mainly white and aged fifty or older, although there were two blacks and one Asian. Receiving intimate touches from so many different men had Colin leaking a lot of pre-cum and he was relieved when the twentieth man moved away. He couldn't cum this early in the show. Colin stood up and smiled at his audience. "Now you all know exactly what has been hidden under my JustColin briefs. Please thank Kenny for assisting me. You will see him again later." There was polite applause for Kenny as he gave a wave and left the stage. Bill was waiting in the wings and he greeted Kenny with a smile and a hug. "You did a great job, Kenny," he said. "I don't know how Colin can let so many unattractive old men touch him like that," Kenny said to Bill. "Colin doesn't care what they look like," replied Bill. "He knows he brings them sexual pleasure and that's all that matters." Colin meantime was addressing the audience. "I'm sure many of you have fantasised about me and wondered about my sexuality. Well, by being invited here you knew that I was happy to be seen naked and indulging in sex with other males. I can now confirm that I am 100% gay. I will also tell you that I regard myself as a bottom. I like�no, I love being fucked by a big cock." There were a lot of murmurings at that announcement. Colin smiled and held up his hands for silence. "Would anyone like to see me using a dildo?" There were cries of "yes" from almost everyone in the room. Colin grinned and went behind the small screen. "This one?" He held up a black latex dildo appropriately 19 cm (7.5 inches) long and there were more cries of "yes". Colin placed the dildo beside his own cock and said, "You can see it's almost twice the length of my boy-size cock." This brought some cheers. Colin reached behind the screen for a tube of lube and then walked back to the giant cushion. "You can leave your seats and gather round if you wish," he said as he applied lube to the dildo. Then, with the men jostling for the best view, he lay down on the cushion, spread his legs and applied lube to his hole. Colin smiled at the men. "Please move back just a little, and make room for the cameraman. I'm sure you will want a clear view if you watch this again on the video." Once Don had a central position, Colin rubbed the fake cock up and down his arsecrack before placing the head against the pink-puckered entrance and skewering himself. He gave a loud gasp as the head of the dildo entered and then moaned as it sank deeper. "Oh, it's so big. It's really stretching my little boy-pussy," said Colin. "Does it hurt?" asked one man. "It does hurt but in a good way," Colin replied. "It's all inside me now. Can you all see?" "Yes." "Oui." and "It looks good." were some of the responses. Colin began to fuck himself slowly with the dildo. "This feels good," he said after a minute or so. "Not as good as a real cock though. I wish it was a man's cock fucking me now, not this rubber toy." He started to fuck himself faster. "Maybe you wish you were fucking me." Most of the men nodded or gave a loud, "yes". "It's a black dildo. I think I'd enjoy being fucked by one of you two big men." Colin looked at the black men who were seated together. "Not me?" asked the Asian man who happened to be near the centre of the group. Colin smiled. "I like Asian men too. I was fucked one time by a man in Hong Kong whose cock was even bigger than this dildo." His eyes went around the whole group as he continued to fuck himself with the dildo before he added, "I think I would enjoy being fucked by everyone of you but sadly that can't happen. Tonight I am here to put on a show and I will do my best to entertain you." "We're enjoying it very much so far," one man said and a few others nearby agreed. "Would you like to see me cum? I'm close to shooting off," said Colin. Not unexpectedly, all the replies were positive. Colin pinched, pulled and twisted one nipple while his other hand worked the dildo. "I'm going to cum!" he cried, letting go of his cock moments before spunking off. The men watched open-mouthed as jet after jet of boy-cream landed on Colin's chest. Finally the flow stopped and Colin smiled at Don's camera and then at all the men. Applause followed and then Colin scooped the cum off his chest with his fingers and ate it. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," he said. The men seemed in no hurry to return to their seats so Colin stood up and let them see his almost flaccid cock close up. "When hard, my cock is only 10 cm (4 inches) long. What do you think of it now?" "Cute" was the most common response. "I used to worry that my cock was too small," Colin said. "Then I realised that the size didn't matter for a bottom-boy like me. It's something to play with, not for fucking." "It's lovely," said one man. "If you were mine, I'd keep you caged," the man who had suggested that Colin would squeal when being fucked. "I hate the idea of being caged," said Colin. "I wouldn't be yours if you kept me caged." "A little cock as cute as that should never be caged," declared another man. Colin held up his hands for silence. "Please return to your seats now, gentlemen. There will be a five minute break and then the show will continue." Colin bowed and left the stage. Reynard came onto the stage and addressed the twenty men. "I think you will agree that was pretty hot. Well, there is hotter action to follow." Whoops and cheers followed. Reynard smiled. "Please don't feel you need to keep things bottled up, as it were. Feel free to get your dicks out and play with them as you watch Colin. There is a box of tissues under each of your seats for use if required." Some of the men felt a bit embarrassed but most were grateful to know that they could jerk if they felt it necessary. Reynard waited for a few minutes and then went on. "You heard earlier that Kenny is Colin's university roommate. Can you imagine what those two get up to when they are alone?" Some murmuring followed. "Do you think that Colin might suck Kenny's cock? Let's see," said Reynard. The lights dimmed and Colin and Kenny entered the stage. Colin was now dressed in jeans and a t-shirt similar to Kenny. "I'm horny, Kenny," said Colin. "I want you. I want your cock." "I have an essay to finish," Kenny said, pushing Colin away. "You can finish it later," responded Colin. "You'll work better after getting rid of any tension." "I don't know�." Kenny watched Colin's hand as it ran up his thigh towards his crotch. He was doing his best to ignore the audience. "You always say I suck cock better than your girlfriend," said Colin. "That is true," admitted Kenny. "She doesn't always let you fuck her but I never say no," Colin continued. "She definitely doesn't rim you and you love what I do with my tongue." Kenny groaned. "I do." "So let's do it." Colin tugged at Kenny's t-shirt. "Let's get naked and have fun." "Okay," smiled Kenny. The men in the audience watched spellbound as the two sexy young men slowly stripped. Bill, who was standing in the shadows close to Don, was already stiff in anticipation of what was to come. Kenny's upper body wasn't as defined as Colin's but he was bigger and more muscular so he provided a nice contrast. When the pair removed their jeans, it was obvious that Kenny was well-endowed even though his briefs weren't tenting like Colin's. Colin was fully naked while Kenny was still pulling off his socks. "Let me help you," Colin said as he knelt in front of Kenny and rubbed his face in the bigger boy's briefs-clad crotch. "How is that helping?" Kenny asked. "Just wait," replied Colin. He rubbed his nose along the growing tube-shaped bulge and then kissed the cockhead through the cotton. "I love your big cock," he said. When he was satisfied that Kenny was almost fully erect, he took hold of the waistband and slowly pulled the briefs down. There were gasps from the audience as the size of Kenny's cock became clear. As Colin tugged on Kenny's balls, his cock stood proudly at 25 cm (10 inches) before it received a kiss. "You really love my cock, don't you?" Kenny said with a smile. He knew there were twenty strangers plus Don, Bill and Reynard watching him now but he was feeling more confident. Colin always knew how to turn him on. "I love every centimetre of it," Colin replied. He kissed his way down the shaft, kissed each of Kenny's balls and then kissed his way back up before taking the cockhead into his mouth and sucking it. The audience watched in awe as Colin sucked and licked the top half of Kenny's cock. Most followed the pair on stage but a few watched the close-up action on the screen above the stage. "You mentioned rimming me a short time ago," Kenny said after a few minutes. "Are you going to do that for me now?" "Yes, of course," smiled Colin. "I know that turns you on." Kenny turned around and Colin kissed and caressed each buttock before spreading them apart. Those watching the screen saw Don zoom in on Kenny's arsecrack and noted the ring of hairs around the puckered entrance. Colin pushed his face into the crack and gave it a noisy kiss. Then he pulled back a little so that the men could see him using his tongue. Colin tongue-fucked Kenny for a few minutes and then pulled back. "I think it's time you worked on my pussy now," he said. "I need to be fucked." Kenny turned to face Colin. "Suck my cock again first." "Gladly!" Colin took Kenny's cock back into his mouth and sucked it noisily. Then he started bobbing up and down, gradually taking more and more between his lips. Few in the audience heard Colin begin to hum but they all watched in amazement as he swallowed the whole of the long cock. There were tears in his eyes when his lips reached the pubic hair. "That was great, Colin. I love it when you do that," Kenny said when Colin moved off his cock and wiped the saliva from his lips. "You can reward me by fucking me hard," responded Colin. "How do you want me?" "On your hands and knees," replied Kenny. "Yeah. Fuck me like a bitch," Colin said as he moved into position over the large cushion in the centre of the stage. Kenny knelt down and spread Colin`s arse cheeks, pausing to let Don capture the sight on film. Then he bent down and gave the hairless arsecrack several long licks before concentrating on the pink pucker. Colin moaned softly and then said, "Yes. Open me up for your lovely big cock." Kenny tongue-fucked Colin for a few minutes and then reached under the cushion for the KY jelly. The audience watched in silent anticipation as Kenny applied gel to Colin's entrance. A few gasped when Kenny slid a finger deep inside. Kenny finger-fucked Colin with one and then two fingers. Don managed to get a close-up of the pre-cum dripping from Colin's throbbing cock. Colin smiled and glanced around at the men watching him being finger-fucked. Don recorded Colin's obvious enjoyment and his words. "Guys, this is such a turn-on. I never imagined that I might one day have sex with an audience of older gay men." Kenny pulled his fingers out and gave Colin's bum a gentle spank. "Don't remind me about the audience," he whispered. Colin grinned while Kenny greased up his own cock. "Hurry, Kenny. I want your big cock deep inside me." He glanced at the sixty-something Frenchman who had said earlier that he wanted to suck him and thought he was staring at his cock rather than at Kenny's cock like everyone else. He was wondering whether the man gave good blowjobs when he felt the cockhead pressing against his entrance. "Yes, Kenny. Fuck me," he said. There were a number of loud moans from among the audience when Kenny's cock entered Colin and then plunged balls-deep in a single slow thrust. Kenny waited, savouring the familiar warm, tightness, until Colin spoke. "That feels so good. I love having your big cock inside me, Kenny." "You like getting fucked, don't you?" Kenny said as he began to move slowly in and out. He was following Colin's instructions to talk more than normal when they had sex. "I love it," replied Colin. "I love your big cock, Kenny." Kenny was soon fucking Colin hard and fast. Colin's cock bounced up and down as Kenny pounded into him, and he leaked more pre-cum. The sound and smell of sex filled the room. Suddenly Kenny pulled out. "Lie on your back. I want to see your face when I cum inside you." Colin lay down on the big cushion, pulled his legs back and hooked his arms under his knees. Don's camera had a good view of Colin displaying himself open and ready for cock before Kenny edged forward and rammed his cock back into Colin. Colin moaned. "Yes, Kenny. Fuck me hard and make me cum!" Kenny looked into Colin's eyes as he resumed fucking him. Both knew each other very well and it was obvious to both that they were close to orgasm. Kenny tried to go slowly but he knew he couldn't hold back for much longer. "I'm going to cum!" he cried. "Yes. Cum inside me!" Colin responded. "Fill my pussy with your man-cream." Kenny gave two more thrusts and then grunted as he started spunking off. Not having cum earlier that day, he sent masses of hot spunk deep into Colin's arse. The audience realised what was happening and the noises they made, in addition to being totally aroused by Kenny, took Colin over the edge. "I'm cumming too!" he cried as he began to fire cum from his cock hands-free. The first drop landed on his chin, the next three on his chest and then the rest landed on his stomach. That resulted in a round of applause. Colin smiled up at Kenny. "You did a great job," he whispered. Kenny smiled. Then as previously agreed with Colin, he eased his softening cock out and crawled over Colin to feed it to him. There were gasps from the audience as they watched Colin lick and suck the cock clean. Finally Kenny stood up, gave the audience a wave and started walking off the stage. "Say thank you to Kenny," Colin shouted. He was still lying on top of the cushion. "He really fucked me good." Cheers and cries of "thank you" followed. Colin raised himself up on his elbows and looked around the room. "I hope you enjoyed seeing me being fucked," he said with a smile. The response made it clear that the men loved it. "I was a bit nervous about doing that in front of an audience but I loved it." Colin grinned. "I'm more of an exhibitionist than I realised." When the laughter died down, Colin asked, "Would you like to see my just-fucked pussy?" Cries of "yes" and "mais oui" came in response. Colin smiled, lay back and hooked his arms under his knees once more. Relaxing to allow some of Kenny's cum to leak out, he said, "Stand up and come closer. You can look but please don't touch this time." One by one the men stood in front of Colin looking at the cum leaking from his arsehole and the cum splattered on his body. "I feel so slutty," Colin said. "However I want you all to see how much I love being fucked by a big cock." The men were reluctant to take their seats again until Reynard appeared on the stage. "Please be seated, gentlemen." As the men sat down, Colin stood up and moved to stand beside Reynard. As soon as there was silence, Reynard went on. "I promised you that you would see all the parts that the famous JustColin normally hides. Now you have seen and touched him. You also now know for certain that Colin enjoys sex with men." There were murmurs from the audience at that last remark and Colin said, "I particularly enjoy sex with mature men like you." That resulted in some cheers. Reynard smiled and held up his arms for silence. "Colin needs to get cleaned up and prepare himself for the next part of the show so we will have a thirty minute break. Drinks and snack will be served in the adjoining room. My assistant Pierre is waiting to serve you." Colin waived to the audience and left the stage to be greeted by Bill. "You were fantastic as always," Bill told Colin. "Kenny should have finished showering by now so you can get cleaned up. I'll get you some water." Colin met Kenny coming out of the shower. "Did you enjoy it, Kenny? I loved it." Kenny shrugged. "It wasn't as scary as I feared." Then he smiled. "The sex was good though." Colin grinned. "I knew you wouldn't have a problem maintaining a hard-on. Anyway your part is over. I need to get ready for Kasim's cock now." "Yeah. You'll love it," smiled Kenny. *** Reynard invited the men to take their seats for the second part of the show. Once they were seated he said, "I hope that you have enjoyed the refreshments, and that you are ready to see more of Colin." "I think we have seen every part of him already," one man called out. "Indeed," smiled Reynard. "However you can't have too much of a good thing. Let's see what Colin is wearing now." Reynard stepped back and the curtain opened to reveal Colin in an almost see-through bikini. After waiting for the applause to die down, Colin walked forward. "I love to swim and these become fully see-through when wet. Shall I take them off?" Colin smiled at the cries for him to get naked. "Okay, okay," he said and then took the skimpy item off. "That's better. Did you all enjoy seeing me with my roommate, Kenny?" Colin tugged his balls as he spoke and showed off his stiff cock. It was obvious that the men loved it and were envious of Kenny. "Kenny isn't always around when I'm horny," said Colin. "I sometimes use my special exercise bike then. Let me show it to you." Colin walked to the centre of the stage and removed the cover from the fuck-machine." There was some excited chatter when the men saw that there was a dildo in place of a seat. Colin knelt beside the machine and slowly turned a pedal, making the dildo go up and down. "Would you like to see me ride my exercise bicycle?" Colin received the expected response. The dildo had been greased up moments earlier so he simply swung his legs over the crossbar and took hold of the handles. He rubbed his buttocks against the dildo to tease the audience and then let in slide between his arsecheeks. There were some soft moans from the men watching but Colin moaned louder when he impaled himself on the dildo. "It's not as good as a real cock but I like having it in my pussy," he said. "Now for the fun part." Having deliberately only taken half the fake cock inside him, Colin knew that the men would be able to see it move in and out as he pedalled. He pedalled slowly at first, making noises to suggest both pain and pleasure. Then he went faster and made little whimpering noises. He went faster still for a moment or two and then stopped. "That was fun," Colin said as he climbed off the fuck-machine. "I was close to cumming again. Look at all this clear juice," he said as he walked up and down the stage. His stiff cock bounced as he moved and the thread of pre-cum was visible to most. Then he stopped and used a finger to transfer some pre-cum to his tongue. "Hmm, that tastes nice." Colin stood with his hands on his hips, allowing the men to gaze at his leaking cock. "I like being naked at home and sometimes I'm stiff and leaking like this in front of daddy. Do you think that's naughty?" A few men suggested it was very naughty but the majority just said that they liked the idea. "Can you keep a secret?" Colin asked. "Older men turn me on much more than ones near my own age." That comment resulted in lots of murmuring. It seemed that the audience liked the idea of Colin paired with older men like themselves. "I like daddies and granddaddies," smiled Colin. "Older men tend to last longer and I love being fucked for a long time. Maybe in a few different positions. I wonder what position you would like to fuck me in?" "Missionary!" "Doggy!" "Standing up!" Colin smiled as the men shouted out. His cock pumped out more pre-cum and that was visible to everyone on the big screen because Don had zoomed in on the cock. "It turns me on hearing that you'd all like to fuck me," Colin told the audience. "Sadly, that isn't possible." The men knew this but they still groaned and complained. Colin held up his hands to call for silence. "Maybe you'd like to watch me having sex with a mature man?" That idea was popular. "How about a well-hung, former porn star?" Cheers and cries of "yes" filled the room. Over in the corner Kenny whispered to Bill. "I know you are content to let Colin have sex with other men but how do you feel about watching him do it in front of a bunch of strangers?" "Honestly? It turns me on," replied Bill. "I like knowing that other men find my boy incredibly sexy. Many cum while watching him. Colin loves being adored by them but at the end of the night he will be in my bed. It makes me feel good that he always chooses me." Back on the stage Colin looked around the room and smiled. "Okay. Some of you may have heard of a porn star who was called the `Stallion of Morocco'. Say hello to Kasim!" Kasim came onto the stage dressed in a Tunisian jebba - the loose-fitting, long robe worn on top of pants called sarouel. These pants have wide legs but are gathered in at the waist and the ankles. Kasim came and stood beside Colin with a stern look on his face, towering over Colin as he crossed his arms and then looked around the room. "Isn't he magnificent?" Colin asked his audience. "A real man. The type of man that I want to dominate me." There were nods and murmurs of agreement that Kasim was very masculine. Kasim put a hand on Colin's shoulder. "You want sex with me? Then suck my dick!" Colin immediately dropped to his knees. His head and upper body disappeared under the jebba and moments later the sarouel was at Kasim's ankles. Movement under the jebba made it obvious that Colin had taken the cock into his mouth and was bobbing up and down on it. "Not like that," growled Kasim. "The men want to see you worshipping my cock. Remove my clothes." "Sorry, sir." Colin came out from under the jebba to unfasten the sarouel from Kasim's ankles. Kasim stepped out of the sarouel and then pulled Colin to his feet. Together they removed the jebba and Kasim stood naked on the stage. There were gasps as the audience took in the sight of Kasim's body. His brown skin contrasted with the suntanned but paler Colin but of course it was Kasim's cock which the focus of everyone's attention. At marginally over 25 cm (10 inches), it was virtually the same length as Kenny's. However Kasim had trimmed his pubic hair and the cock was quite a bit thicker and so it looked enormous. Colin knelt in front of Kasim's cock. He gazed at it and then looked around the room. "Isn't it that a beautiful cock? No wonder he was referred to as the Stallion." He waited a moment then kissed the cockhead. He followed that by kissing his way down to the base of the cock and then giving it long licks. The audience looked on. Some smiled and some were just stunned by the scene in front of them. All of them had erections. There were a few groans when Colin took the cock between his lips and sucked it. Colin gradually took more of the cock into his mouth but stopped when he had taken just over half of its length. Kasim took hold of Colin's head and began to face-fuck him. Colin gagged a few times when Kasim pushed his cock deeper. "Too big for your little mouth?" Kasim asked. "Well, you have another hole for me to use. Let me see it." Colin grabbed the large cushion which had been sitting at the side of the stage, lay down on it and pulled his legs up and apart. Kasim knelt down and fingered Colin's hole. "It's going to need a lot of preparation before you take me," he said. "Check out my toybox. There are things in there which will help," responded Colin. While Kasim went to fetch the box marked `toys' which Pierre had just slid onto the stage, Don and his film camera moved closer. Apart from giving those purchasing the video a clear view, this allowed the men in the audience to watch the action on the stage in close-up on the screens if they wished. Kasim put the toybox down beside Colin and opened the lid. "You have some interesting toys," he said as he pulled out a double-ended dildo about 38 cm (15 inches) in length. There were smiles and a few laughs from the audience when he waved it in front of Colin. Kasim put the double-ended dildo down and pulled out a black latex dildo close to 18 cm (7 inches) long. "I think we will start with this one," he said. He took the lube from the toybox, greased the dildo and pressed the head against Colin's puckered entrance. Colin gave an exaggerated groan as the fake cock entered before smiling and saying, "I love getting my pussy stuffed." Colin was fucked with the black dildo for a few minutes and then Kasim brought out a long slim vibrator. He switched this on and applied it to Colin's cockhead. Colin moaned and leaked more pre-cum. Kasim then slid the vibrator into Colin's arsehole. Colin moaned louder when it touched his prostate and pumped out yet more pre-cum. The next `toy' was a blue dildo some 20 cm (8 inches) long which had ridges along the shaft. Not surprisingly, Colin groaned when this was slowly pushed into his hole. "This hurts but in a good way," he said when Kasim fucked him with the ridged dildo. Finally Kasim brought out a string of five anal beads. "I've only ever managed to take the three smallest beads," Colin stated. "The final two are much too big." "I think you might manage them today." Kasim gave what he thought was an evil smile. He added more lube to Colin's hole and pressed the smallest ball against it. Colin gasped but the 25mm (1 inch) diameter ball entered him quite easily. He winced when the second ball entered him even though it was only marginally bigger. "You said this is the biggest you've taken so far?" Kasim asked as the pressed the third ball against the pink puckered entrance?" "Yes, sir," replied Colin. This was a lie as Bill had fed him all five in their playroom at home on more than one occasion. He let out a howl when the middle-sized globe - 30mm in diameter - passed through his opening. "I'm sure you're capable of taking more." Kasim applied lube to the fourth ball which was 35mm (just under 1.5 inches) in diameter. Colin gritted his teeth and pretended to be experiencing severe pain when it entered him. "No more, please. I'm stuffed," said Colin. Kasim shook his head. "You want my cock and I'm much bigger than what you've taken so far. Just one more ball to go." He held up the final ball which was some 45 mm (1.75 inches) in diameter - about the same as a squash ball. "That's the size of a tennis ball. I'll never manage that!" Colin exaggerated for effect. "You will," said Kasim as he applied more lube. "Your boy-cunt needs to be stretched further if it's to take my cock." Colin moaned loudly as the Kasim applied pressure but everyone could see that his little cock was still rock-hard and leaking pre-cum. He gasped as the ball disappeared into his hole and then he smiled. "I've done it. I've taken all five balls." "Yes, and you will take my cock too," said Kasim. He tugged the end of the thick string to pull the fifth ball back out, pausing when almost half was poking from Colin's hole. "It hurts," groaned Colin. Kasim gave another short tug and the ball popped out. Colin sighed while the camera focused on his arsehole slowly closing. He cried out again when the next ball was partly visible and when it popped free. One by one the balls were removed from Colin's arse. Kasim greased up two fingers and pushed them deep into Colin's waiting hole. Once again Colin moaned. "Do you want my cock or not, boy?" Kasim asked. "I want it, sir," replied Colin. Kasim finger-fucked Colin for a few minutes and then stood up. "Kiss my cock," he demanded. Colin scrambled onto his knees and kissed the cockhead. Like Colin, Kasim was now leaking pre-cum and Colin took the opportunity to lick the cockhead and swallowed some of the clear juice before moving away. "Now get on your hands and knees like the bitch you are," said Kasim. Colin quickly got on all fours with his knees spread. He looked around at the men watching him and smiled. He knew that they could all see his dripping cock, either directly or on one of the screens. "I'm going to get fucked by a huge cock," he said unnecessarily. Kasim finished applying lube to his cock and knelt down behind Colin. He used his hands to spread Colin's arse cheeks and then rubbed his cockhead up and down the crack. Taking hold of his cock in one hand, he lined his cockhead up against the quivering hole and paused. There was total silence in the room as everyone waited to see the huge cock penetrate Colin. Men were holding their breath. Then Kasim applied pressure. Colin pushed back and after a few moments he let out a scream as the cock burst through his sphincter. Kasim paused, waiting for Colin to reassure the audience that he was okay. "That hurt but I know it's going to feel wonderful very soon," said Colin. "Please push the rest in and fuck me, sir." There were some sighs of relief from the audience. "I'll fuck you, boy. I'll fuck you good," said Kasim as he began to push in. Bill heard Kenny moan softly as they watched Kasim's cock slowly go deeper. "Are you jealous, Kenny? Do you wish you were alone with Colin, pushing your cock into his tight hole?" he whispered. "Yeah," Kenny whispered in reply, his eyes never leaving the pair on the stage. Bill glanced at the bulge tenting Kenny's jeans and gently touched it. "Don't, Bill. I'm close to cumming," said Kenny. "Maybe you now understand why I get turned on watching other men fuck Colin," suggested Bill. "Take your cock out and let it breathe. I'm going to do the same. Nobody will see us here in the shadows." Colin moaned loudly as Kasim gave a final thrust and drove the rest of his cock into his arse. "You have it, boy. A real man-size cock in your tight boy-cunt," said Kasim. "I've never felt so stuffed," responded Colin. "It feels like you have pushed your arm inside me." Kasim shook his head. "I'm not into fisting. I get pleasure from using my cock. You ready to be fucked good?" "Yes, sir. Please fuck me and make me cum," replied Colin. Bill watched Kasim begin to move and then he took hold of Kenny's cock. Kenny jerked at the unexpected touch and then he reached for Bill's cock. They slowly wanked each other while watching the action on the stage. Kasim began with short, slow movements but soon he was moving faster with only his cockhead remaining inside Colin when he pulled back. He pinched and tugged at Colin's nipples as he fucked, encouraging Colin to leak more pre-cum. "Kasim has fucked me," Bill whispered in Kenny's ear. "I want you to fuck me, Kenny. Before you leave France." Kenny was excited by what he was seeing in stage and by the thought of fucking Bill. As Kasim pounded into Colin, Kenny spunked off in Bill's hands. "Oh sorry, Bill," he whispered as he pulled away. "No need to apologise." Bill smiled and lifted his hand to lick of Kenny's cum. "You taste good. No wonder Colin loves your cream." Kenny was too embarrassed to respond. On the stage, Kasim had manoeuvred Colin onto his back and was pounding into him hard and fast. "Oh, your cock is too big for me. It's hurting me," said Colin. "I don't believe you," said Kasim. "Look at how hard your cock is. You love this." Colin moaned. "Tell the truth," Kasim demanded. "Yes, Kasim. I love your big cock. Even though it hurts, I love being fucked by you," responded Colin. "Oh! Oh! I think I'm going to cum!" Kasim started fucking Colin even faster. Sweat dripped from him onto Colin and many in the audience were squeezing their stiff cocks. "I'm cumming!" Colin cried as jet after jet of thin white cum flew from his cock and splattered over his body. Kasim managed to hold back until Colin had finished erupting before he pulled his cock out. Then, leaning over Colin, he gave his cock a few jerks before he started sending masses of thick man-cum over Colin's face. Kasim hadn't cum in 48 hours so he left Colin with cum on his eye-lashes, his nose, both cheeks, his lips and his chin. There were also spots of cum on his forehead and in his hair. Colin waited with his eyes and lips closed until he was sure Don had captured the mess before he stuck his tongue out and began licking up the cum. Colin opened his eyes and looked towards Don's camera. Then he smiled before turning left and right to look at his audience. "I really love being fucked," he said. "I wish you could all fuck me like Kasim has just done." Kasim crawled closer to Colin and pointed his semi-erect cock at him. "You haven't finished serving me yet." "Sorry, Kasim." Colin scraped most of the cum off his face into his mouth and then sucked and licked the Arab cock clean. Kasim stood up and then pulled Colin to his feet. The pair took a bow and then Colin asked the audience, "Do you want to see my well-fucked pussy before I go for a shower?" He received the expected answer and Kasim lifted him up and spread his legs. Kasim then walked up and down the stage showing the men, and Don's camera, Colin's reddened, puffy boy-pussy. Reynard came onto the stage as Kasim and Colin finished their parade. "Please show your appreciation to two great performers," he said and then led the applause. "Wasn't that terrific?" Cheers and cries of "more" filled the room. Kasim and Colin bowed and then left the stage. "You will be able to see and talk to Colin again after he has taken a shower," Reynard stated. "I hope you all enjoyed that. I must say that I am pleased. Colin told me he was nervous before the show started but it seems that he loved being totally naked and having sex in front of an audience." "He should make porn movies," one man shouted. Reynard smiled. "No, I don't think so. It was being in front of a crowd that turned him on. He wouldn't find it as much fun in front of a camera and a couple of people. Anyway this evening's performance will be available on video very shortly and you can place your orders now. I also have nude photo sets of Colin, Kenny and Kasim available for purchase. Please follow me next door. Colin will join us there." As the audience followed Reynard, Bill and Kenny hurried to see Colin. Colin came out of the shower dripping wet and holding a large white towel. "Please dry me, Dad. I'm exhausted," he said to Bill. "I'm not surprised but you were fabulous tonight. One of your best performances ever." Bill smiled and began drying Colin. "What did you think of it, Kenny?" Colin asked. "To be honest, I didn't think I would get turned on seeing you have sex with Kasim," Kenny said. "I was wrong. I came while watching you getting fucked." Colin grinned. "I'm pleased that you like gay porn." "What�? No, I'm not into gay porn," said Kenny. "I'm�I'm just into you." Colin moved closer to Kenny and went on tiptoe to give him a kiss. "I'm just teasing you. You know how I feel about you so I'm happy that I can turn you on - even when we're not doing stuff together." Bill put an arm around Kenny. "You're not alone. I'm sure that many straight men fancy Colin." Pierre approached with a short bathrobe for Colin. "Your fans are eager to see you again." "I'll just be a few minutes, Pierre," said Colin. "Are you coming out to mingle with the men?" he asked Kenny. "No. I wouldn't know what to say," replied Kenny. "I'll stay in the background with Bill." "Okay. I'll see you later." Colin drank a glass of water and then put on the bathrobe without tying it shut. "He likes the men to see his flaccid cock," Bill told Kenny as they watched Colin leave to join Reynard. "Here he is," Reynard said as Colin walked towards him. Most of the twenty men who had made up the audience turned to smile at Colin. A couple were looking at the photo sets and another couple were deep in conversation with Don. "I hope I didn't disappoint you," Colin said with a smile. "I guess some of you might have liked to see me with a bigger cock." "Not at all," boomed an American. "You show a tiny bulge in your JustColin pictures so we all suspected you had a little dick. It's perfect. Anyway it's your ass we have been fantasising over these past few months and that's�the best in the world." Colin laughed. "I don't know if that's true but I'm glad you like it." "We love it," said another man. "It's a shame it's covered up now." "Okay. Shall I remove my bathrobe?" Colin asked. "Yes, please," said several men. Colin smiled and let his bathrobe fall to the floor. Then he slowly turned around and asked, "Is this better?" Murmurs of approval followed. Colin again and said, "It feels very naughty being naked in front of you all. I bet most of the teenagers who buy JustColin would be horrified if they knew I was naked in a room full of men." "I think many would be jealous of us," a man with a French accent said. "Yes, and I bet many would love to have witnessed you enjoying gay sex," said an Englishman. "The important thing is that you all enjoyed watching me have sex," responded Colin. "Perhaps you will have new fantasies about fucking me." Several men nodded and the man who had told Colin that he'd make him wear a cock-cage said, "I will still fantasise about bdsm scenes with you but I wouldn't keep you caged all the time now. I loved seeing to shoot off hands-free." Colin smiled. "I would probably cum hands-free in a bdsm scene involving some nipple play." He pinched his left nipple and added, "I love having my nipples abused." "Oh, I could spend hours playing with those juicy big nipples," said one man. "What else are you into?" another man asked. "I'm willing to try most things but I will let you imagine that I'm into whatever turns you on," Colin replied. "When you fantasise about sex with me, just think that I will never say no. Now I want to know which of you has ordered the video to re-live this evening in your own home?" "He can certainly charm those old guys," Kenny said to Bill. "Yes. He's a good salesman as well as a performer," agreed Bill. "He's done well financially out of his arrangement with Reynard. "You could probably make a fair bit of cash if you were willing to pair up with Colin in more shows." "No. I'll do the shows I've agreed to but no more," said Kenny. "You know I love Colin - and you - but I don't want to get too involved in the gay world. I want to find a girlfriend and have kids one day." "I hope you find the right girl but please keep in touch with Colin. He adores you," said Bill. Colin came over to Bill and Kenny. "Give me a hug, both of you." The two men hugged Colin and Bill reached down to squeeze Colin's bum. Colin smiled and said, "I'm ready to leave but I need to say goodbye to my audience first." "He likes to give value for money," Bill told Kenny. "That was fun and we'll be doing it all over again in front of a different crowd in less than 48 hours," Colin said as they drove off in the car back to Reynard's estate. "No sex in the meantime," said Bill. Kenny groaned. "Don't remind me." *** The audience for the second French show included a large number of men who had bought some of Colin's sex videos but none who had attended any of his previous private shows. That allowed Reynard to imply that Colin wasn't used to having sex in front of an audience. "Having sex in front of a small film crew is very different from doing it in front of twenty men Colin has never met before," Reynard told them. "Colin is up to the challenge though and I'm sure you will enjoy this evening's performance." "I hope so. I want to see him being fucked hard!" Reynard smiled. "You will, sir. And for those of you who haven't seen Colin's sex videos, these will be on sale at the end of the show." The show followed the same pattern as the first one but with the addition of a short scene where Colin received a bare arse spanking from Kasim. Instead of appearing in a bathrobe for his chat with the men after the show, Colin wore a towel around his waist. However this was soon `accidentally' tugged off by Reynard. Colin laughed. He was happy being naked in a room full of fully clothed men. Even Kasim was wearing baggy trousers and an open shirt. Having had a few drinks, the audience members had totally lost their inhibitions and chatted freely with Colin. Some commented on their favourite videos. "I loved the one where you were paired with three black men. You looked so small compared to them," said one man. "Yeah, I don't know how you managed to take those huge cocks and remain smiling," said another. "I was turned on knowing that men like you would soon see the finished product but my arse was sore for days afterwards," said Colin. "My favourite is the one set in North Africa, where you were fucked by a succession of black and Arab men," another man said. "I guess that was filmed over quite a number of days." Colin nodded. "The Cadinot-type one. Actually that was mainly shot all on one day. We wanted to make it realistic which meant me having a sore, puffy pussy at the end." "I have cum a number of times watching the cum drip from your battered pussy in the final scene," one man admitted. "My little cock is getting stiff again as I think about the day that was filmed," said Colin. "If any of you haven't already seen that video, there are copies available to purchase." "As Monsieur Reynard said earlier, having sex in front of a live audience is very different from doing it in front of a small film crew," a man said, changing the subject. "How did you feel having sex with all of us so close to you?" Colin grinned. "I loved it! It was much more intimate. You could see and hear everything as it happened and I could hear your reactions. You could smell everything too." "Yeah! It was so much better than watching a video," the man agreed. "And you can order a copy of the video made at my first live sex two days ago," Colin said. "I'm looking forward to seeing that one." "Nice seeing you stiff again despite cumming so often for us on the stage," another man commented. Colin smiled. "I'm surrounded by sexy men. I can't help it." Reynard approached and asked if anyone wanted to order Colin's newest video, the one shot at the previous live show. That allowed Colin to escape and join Bill for some minutes. "I'm glad that's over," Kenny told Colin as they prepared to leave after the audience had gone. "I thought you seemed more relaxed this time," said Colin. "I wasn't as nervous but I still don't like having a bunch of old men watching me have sex with you," Kenny responded. "It's good that there is a break before the next one. Will that be in London?" "I think so," replied Colin. "I'm happy to have a few more days here in France before my next modelling engagement in Stockholm." Kenny sighed. "And I must return to Glasgow. I'd love to visit Stockholm." "Perhaps you and I can go there for a few days together sometime," said Colin. "I won't have time for sightseeing on this trip." "Yeah? That would be great," smiled Kenny. "Maybe we can take a trip to neighbouring Norway too. I've always fancied seeing Scandinavia." "For all the cute blondes?" Colin asked. Kenny grinned. "That might be one of the attractions." "If we're to travel together, I shall insist on you fucking me at least a couple of times," said Colin. "Don't worry. I'll always have time for sex with you," responded Kenny. To be continued

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Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2022 16:16:56 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin - Student and Model 56 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men. We would love to hear from you if you are enjoying this story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com Bill COLIN � STUDENT AND MODEL Chapter 56 (France) Colin grinned when he got out of the car and saw Bill and Kenny waiting for him. He ran to Bill and hugged him. "I've missed you," he said before they exchanged a passionate kiss. Colin then hugged Kenny. "I've missed you too." He felt Kenny's stiff cock pressing against him and whispered, "You're horny. I'll take care of that very soon." Reynard was now standing beside them. Bill moved quickly to welcome him with kisses on both cheeks in the French style. "We had a very successful tour but I'm glad to be home," Reynard said. Pierre suddenly appeared and he greeted Reynard with a kiss on the lips. "Please come inside and sit down. What would you like to drink? Something to eat perhaps?" "Don't fuss, boy," Reynard said but he was smiling and happy at the welcome. "Please join me in a drink, Bill. I'll tell you all about the trip." Colin smiled at Kenny. Reynard had done as Colin had asked him and given him a chance to be alone with Kenny. "I'll come to your room, Kenny. You can tell me what you've been up to here." Bill winked at Colin as he followed Reynard inside. He knew that Colin would be naked and sucking on Kenny's cock within minutes. Colin smiled back at Bill. They both knew that there would be some wild sex with Kenny now and a more leisurely bout of love-making together later. When Colin and Kenny returned less than an hour later, Bill told Colin to come with him. "I want to show you what I've done to our log cabin while you were away. Kenny can entertain Reynard." As soon as they were out of earshot, Bill asked, "Did Kenny give you what you needed?" Colin laughed. "Yes! He said he's had hardly any sex since I went off with Reynard. He wouldn't tell me who he did have sex with though." "I guess if I asked you the same question, there would be a list as long as your arm," said Bill. "There were quite a few," smiled Colin. "I told you about some when we spoke on the phone but I'll give you a more detailed report later. For now, it's just the two of us. I only want sex with you tonight and tomorrow morning." "I'm happy to hear that," said Bill. "In fact, I'm hoping you will want to sleep in the log cabin tonight. Just the two of us." "I like that idea." Colin wrapped an arm around Bill's waist for the rest of the walk to the cabin. "You have furnished it beautifully," Colin said as he looked around the cabin one more time. "I'm really impressed." "Kenny and Pierre helped," said Bill. "Pierre thought it would be easier if he came with us rather than just giving us directions to the various stores. We certainly benefitted because my French is only a little better than Kenny's. Both of them made some good suggestions." "I'll need to thank them both," Colin said. "So did Kenny and Pierre get on well together? I didn't think that was likely since they are so different." Bill tried not to smile. "It came as a surprise to me too but they have become good friends." "That's nice," said Colin. "Now we must return to the big house," said Bill. "Pierre has arranged a special meal to welcome you and Reynard home. We'll grab our overnight stuff and some clothes, and come back here later." "And we can move the rest of our stuff in tomorrow," said Colin. *** After early morning sex in the log cabin, Colin told Bill about all his sexual escapades during his trip. "The only one which surprised me is Reynard. Knowing your dislike of needles, I'm amazed that you could inject him," Bill said. "It wasn't easy, Dad. As I told you on the phone, I felt sick the first time," said Colin. "However he has done a lot for me and I've felt sorry for him not being able to have a proper sex life. After his very generous gift, I couldn't say no. He was so happy afterwards." "I bet he was," said Bill. "What about you? You don't expect me to believe that you went without sex while I was away," said Colin. "Well, I should tell you that Kenny was in my bed one night," replied Bill. "Yeah? Who did what to whom?" Colin asked with a big smile on his face. "I cuddled him and�that was all," said Bill. "A thunderstorm built up after a very hot day and you know what he's like when there is thunder and lightning." "That's disappointing. Kenny must have been horny and I thought he might have wanted to play with you," said Colin. "I don't think he went without sex but you'll have to ask him for the details," Bill said. "I only have my suspicions." "Okay. I'll get the details from Kenny. Who did you have sex with?" Bill smiled at Colin. "My good friend, Kasim." "So you had a rare chance to bottom. I hope you enjoyed it," responded Colin. Bill nodded. "We flip-flopped. I think he enjoyed it too." "I'm back now and you know I can't top you." Colin smiled and added, "You'd hardly feel my cock if it was inside you anyway." "I'm more than content to top you. You have the best arse in Europe," said Bill. "You think so?" Colin grinned. "Do you think you can manage a second round? I'm horny after all this talk about sex." Bill nodded. "I'm horny too but I need a bit more recovery time. Anyway there's no food here and you'll be needing your breakfast. Let's head to the big house and then come back here for round two." "That sounds like a good idea," smiled Colin. "I am rather peckish now that you mention food." After breakfast with the others, Colin asked Kenny to walk in the garden with him. "Bill and I are moving into the log cabin today," he told Kenny. "That means it won't be as easy for us to meet for sex." "It's lucky I will be able to fuck you on stage then," responded Kenny. "Yes," laughed Colin. He paused for a moment and then asked, "Have you had any luck with girls in the village?" "No! I don't think it's just the language barrier," said Kenny. "They're just not interested in casual sex with a temporary visitor." "So how did you cope while I was away? I can't imagine you being happy with a wank." "Erm�don't tell anyone but Pierre has been giving me regular blowjobs," replied Kenny. "Just blowjobs?" Kenny sighed. "Yes. He says my cock is too big for me to fuck him." Kenny smiled. "He does give very good blowjobs though." "That's great. Pierre's a lovely guy," said Colin. "We'd better head back now. It won't take Dad and I long to move our stuff into the log cabin but he wants to do some food shopping this morning." *** "It's only a few days to the first show. We really need to plan the format," Colin said. He was with Bill and Reynard in Reynard's office. "We know that the climax of the first part is Kenny fucking you but what about the beginning? I think we're agreed you should start by wearing a few different JustColin briefs," Bill said to Colin. "Do you want to let the audience touch you once you're fully naked?" "It's not essential," Reynard quickly advised. "They are only expecting to see the famous JustColin naked and erect." "I think I'd prefer to let them touch me," replied Colin. "This show won't be anything like as kinky as the previous ones so the audience need to get something special when they are paying a lot of money." He smiled and added, "I'm curious to know if any go for my nipples first." "If all of them touch your cock, you might shoot off too soon," warned Bill. Colin nodded. "Okay, but I assume most - if not all - of them have fantasised about fucking me. How about giving them the option to touch my arse crack? They can finger my hole but not penetrate it - similar to what happened at that charity event I did for Roland." Bill looked at Reynard then said, "Yes, I'm sure they'd love that�and those watching would enjoy seeing you being fingered." "Could we get some sort of stirrup thing set up so that I can lie on my back with my legs spread?" Colin asked. "It would make it easier for me, and everyone could get a clear view of my cock, balls and pussy from their seats as well as when it was their turn to come closer for a feel." "That wouldn't be very sexy," said Bill. "I'd rather see Kenny sitting behind you and holding your legs back." "I didn't think Kenny would want to get so close to the audience but I will ask him," responded Colin. "I can probably talk him into doing it. Perhaps I can display myself again at the end of the show and let them see my well-fucked pussy." "They'd like that," smiled Bill. "Wait! Why don't I display myself at the end of each part?" said Colin. "Kasim will finish with a facial after he has fucked me but Kenny can cum inside my arse. I'm sure I can squeeze some cum back out." "And the men can see the supposed innocent JustColin with spunk dripping from his boy-cunt! I like it." Bill grinned. "Yeah!" Colin nodded. "And if we keep the bigger dildos for the second half before Kasim fucks me, they will see a stretched, sore-looking boy-pussy at the end. I'm sure many are hoping to see me getting well-fucked." "The bicycle-type mechanical fuck-machine is due to arrive tomorrow," said Reynard. "You can try it out and, assuming you're happy, you can have a ride on it after the audience have had a good look and a quick feel." "I don't want to cum while I'm on that machine," said Colin. "I'm sure you will manage to hold back," Bill said. "Your cock will be dripping pre-cum though and the men will love seeing that." "I'm going to be very horny after the men touch me so I think I should just use a dildo to cum the first time," said Colin. "I'll be able to cum again when Kenny fucks me. I can use the machine at the start of the second part to surprise the audience but I don't need to cum again until Kasim fucks me." "I think we should film these shows and sell them through the video website," said Reynard. "We will make a lot more money for little extra work." Colin thought for a moment before responding. "Okay, as long as the videos are sold under the same strict conditions as the previous ones. And I'd like Don to be the cameraman. I trust him." Bill told Reynard, "You will need to get Kenny's agreement too." "I will explain that the videos won't end up on the internet and offer him a cash bonus," responded Reynard. "If he's still not happy, we will cut his scene from the video." "I think I can persuade Kenny to agree," said Colin. "I want my video audience to see me getting fucked by two giant dicks in one night. Those who bought my previous videos will expect to see me getting fucked more than once." "Okay. You can discuss Kenny's part in the show with him," Bill said. "Have you talked to Kasim about his part in the show?" "Not yet but it's basically just me sucking his cock and then getting fucked in different positions," replied Colin. "I thought I'd ask him to start by fucking me with a couple of dildos." "He could spank your cute butt," suggested Bill. "Yes, that would be good," said Colin. "Kasim has plenty of experience. He will put on a good show," said Reynard. Bill nodded. "Okay. I think we're almost there. We can make adjustments we feel necessary for other shows as we go along." "Okay. I'll go and speak to Kenny now," said Colin. "I'm sure I can talk him round." "Yeah, and you'll return with a well-fucked arse," smiled Bill. Colin grinned. "I do hope so." "It's a pity we can't be there to watch," said Reynard. "You've already seen Kenny fuck me a few times and you'll soon see it on stage," retorted Colin. "With video recordings to watch it again and again." *** "No way!" was Kenny's initial response when Colin asked him to hold him naked with his legs spread apart for members of the audience to see him close up, and touch him if they desired. "But I always allowed the men to touch me at previous sex shows. You were there at Roland's charity event to stop people taking liberties when they had a feel under my kilt," Colin said. "The only difference is that I won't have a kilt covering me. Men won't hurt me if you're there to stop them. Please, Kenny." Kenny sighed. "Okay, I'll do it for you. I won't be naked though." "No, you can be topless only," said Colin. "I will feel good lying against your warm skin." It took slightly longer for Colin to persuade Kenny to appear in the video version of the show. However he said yes once he had been convinced that ordinary members of the public couldn't buy copies of the video and that there was almost no chance of it ever appearing on the internet. "Reynard will have to pay me well though." "He will," smiled Colin. "He thinks you're very sexy." Reynard called for champagne before dinner after Colin announced that Kenny had agreed to his requests. With a free flow of wine during dinner, Kenny was quite `merry' when Reynard suggested a practice show for a few of his friends. "Just you and Colin, swimming naked in the pool and then making love on the lawn in front of the summer house," said Reynard. "You've done that for Bill and I more than once." "I'm up for that," Colin told Kenny. "You can hold me for the men to touch my cock and my pussy before we have sex as well." "I don't know. Would I get paid for it?" Kenny giggled. "I'm turning into a male gigolo." "I'll pay you if I can record it on video," replied Reynard. "Not to sell. Just for my own pleasure." "Okay," replied Kenny. "I'll do it." Colin went over and kissed Kenny on the lips. "Thanks, Kenny. It will be fun." He was happy at the thought of sex with his buddy in front of more men and he didn't need to be paid. *** "Were you drunk last night?" Bill asked Kenny at breakfast the next morning. "No, I never get drunk," replied Kenny. "So you're quite happy to have sex with Colin here in front of Reynard's friends," said Bill. Kenny frowned. "Shit! I did agree to that, didn't I?" "Yeah, and you can't back out of it now," said Colin. "Reynard has already phoned some of his friends and invited them to come tomorrow afternoon." Colin grinned and added, "I'm really looking forward to it." Kenny didn't look too happy. "Just lie back and think of the money," smiled Bill. Bill, Reynard, Kasim and Kenny looked on as Colin examined the bicycle-type fuck-machine. He turned the pedals with his hand and watched as the dildo moved up and down. "The dildo is big enough to be impressive but not uncomfortable," said Bill. "You'll manage that easily, won't you, Colin?" Colin stood up and examined the black latex dildo more closely. It was about 16 cm (just over 6 inches) long and no thicker than his own cock. "Yes, that shouldn't be any trouble. I guess I need to try it out." "I have some lube for you." Reynard passed the tube to Colin. Colin smiled and stripped off to display the fact that his cock was fully erect. He then applied some lube to the dildo and smeared some over his hole. "Wish me luck," he said as he climbed onto the fixed bicycle. It took him a few moments to get into the right position but then the dildo penetrated him. He sighed as he sank onto it and looked around at the four watching faces before he started to pedal. The dildo moved down and then back up, causing Colin to "Ooh!" It moved up and down as he turned the pedals, moving faster as he pedalled faster. Soon the onlookers noticed that he was leaking pre-cum. Colin continued pedalling for a few more minutes before stopping and climbing off. "I could feel that rubbing my prostate. I could easily have cum," he announced. "Why did you stop?" Kenny asked. Colin smiled. "If I'm going to cum, I want it to be because a real cock is pounding me. Are you volunteering?" "Yes. Even with an audience!" smiled Kenny. "You have got me worked up." Colin reached for Kenny's hand and led him onto the lawn. Bill shouted, "Here, Kenny. You'll need this." He tossed the lube to Kenny who caught it easily. Colin moved onto his hands and knees, then wiggled his bum at Kenny. "Come on then, big boy. Fuck me." Kenny quickly stripped off, greased up his 25 cm (10 inch) cock and knelt between Colin's legs. Colin sighed with pleasure as the long, thin cock entered him and then begged Kenny to fuck him hard. Bill and Kasim were stiff as they watched Kenny fucking Colin. Reynard wasn't able to gain an erection but he was enjoying the sight. He also took some photos. Both Kenny and Colin were really worked up and it wasn't long before Colin announced that he was close to cumming. "Me too," said Kenny. "Let's try and cum together." With plenty of practice, the two flatmates timed their eruptions almost perfectly. Colin started shooting off first but Kenny followed seconds later. Both cried out, telling the onlookers of their joy. Colin's spunk splattered over the grass while Kenny's blasted deep inside his smaller friend's tight arse. Kenny remained in position for a few minutes and then allowed his softening cock to slip free. Colin turned to suck and lick the cock clean. Kenny thanked Colin and then turned to face the others without feeling any shame or embarrassment. "You were great, Kenny. You'll do well on the stage," said Reynard. "I'm still horny," said Colin. "Does anyone else want to fuck me?" "I do," said Bill. He quickly stripped off and knelt down behind Colin. "That's a thick cock. I don't know how you can take that without it hurting," Kenny told Colin. "Years of practice," smiled Colin. "It only hurts in a good way." Bill had finished greasing up his thick 24 cm (9.5 inch) cock. "Ready?" he asked. "Always ready for your cock, Dad," replied Colin. He moaned softly when Bill pushed his cock inside him in a single, steady thrust. "That feels good. Fuck me like the stallion you are!" Bill had been turned on watching Colin on the fuck-machine and then being fucked by Kenny so he was soon fucking his boy with hard, fast strokes. Colin's stiff cock bounced up and down as he was pounded. He had a big smile on his face. Kenny had seen Bill fuck Colin before but he found it a huge turn-on. "You're stiff again," Reynard whispered to him. "Do you want to fuck him again?" "Yes but it wouldn't be right," Kenny replied. "You should fuck him next." Reynard shook his head. "I can't do it with an audience. Kasim will probably want to fuck him though." "Colin said that Kasim has a really big cock," Kenny whispered. "That's true," said Reynard. "Audiences are always really impressed when they see Colin take it." Kenny hoped that he'd would see it very soon. "I'm going to cum!" Bill cried. He thrusted twice more then grunted and blasted off inside Colin's arse. He sighed when he pulled his softening cock out moments later. Colin's small audience saw white cum dribble from his slowly closing hole. Colin smiled over his shoulder at Reynard and then looked at Kasim. "I think the Moroccan stallion will be able to fuck more cum out of me. Come on, Kasim." Kasim smiled and dropped his jeans. Kenny's eyes opened wide when Kasim pushed his boxer-briefs down to reveal his erect cock. Kasim's cock was just as long as his own but it was twice as thick. "That must hurt Colin," he thought as he watched Kasim lube up. "It's lucky he has been stretched a bit by me and Bill." Colin pushed back when he felt Kasim's cockhead pressing for entry. It took a moment or two before his sphincter was breached and Colin let out a moan. He would cry louder when this was done on stage. Kenny was concerned but then he saw Colin smile as the cock pushed deeper. He looked to the side and saw that Bill was playing with his semi-hard cock. Reynard had a hand inside his trouser pocket no doubt fondling his cock. Kenny began to slowly wank his own cock. Kasim's movements were slow at first as he allowed Colin to become accustomed to his size. Then he began to move faster. "Yes! I love this big cock," cried Colin. "Fuck me harder, Kasim. Make me cum again!" Kasim was pounding Colin hard and fast when Kenny realised he was about to spunk off. He hurriedly moved towards Colin and knelt in front of him. Colin didn't need to be asked. He opened his mouth and took the offered cock between his lips. Seconds later Kenny cried out and pumped his cum into Colin's eager mouth. Seeing this took Kasim over the edge. "I'm cumming," he cried as he spunked off. Colin moaned around Kenny's cock as he blasted off. Bill and Reynard moved to the side to see the small, rock-hard cock firing of jets of boy-milk. When Kenny and Kasim pulled out of Colin, the model and sometimes porn star rolled onto his back with a huge smile on his face. "That was fantastic, guys. Thank you all." "It was beautiful," said Reynard. "It's a shame that it wasn't caught on video to be shared with a wider audience." "Not a good idea." "No way!" Bill and Kenny spoke at the same time. Colin just grinned. *** Alone with Bill later that night, Colin said. "I enjoyed the mini-gangbang before lunch today. It was just what I needed before I cut back on sex for the show." "That is the one thing you don't like about doing private shows," said Bill. "However you were the one to introduce the `no anal sex at all for 48 hours' rule before each show." Colin nodded in agreement. "It's so that my hole looks and feels really tight at the start of the show. I like the audience to get the impression that I'm quite innocent when they first see me and then get surprised when they see me being fucked by a huge cock later and enjoying it." Bill grinned. "It's been a long time since you were "quite innocent". However I wouldn't change one thing about you." "Good! You can fuck me tonight," said Colin. "From tomorrow until after the show, it will be blowjobs only." "Oh, is that all?" Bill pretended to frown. Colin laughed. "Okay. I can give you a rim-job and you can fuck my mouth as well." Bill went over to Colin and lifted him up. "We're going to shower together. We're going to sixty-nine and then I'm going to rim you before I fuck a load of cum out of you." "Ooh, Daddy. You're so masterful," simpered Colin. He then grinned and said, "I can't wait!" *** "Although I'd love to fuck you this morning, I won't," Bill said when Colin asked for his cock. "You were supposed to be going without anal sex today but you've agreed to have Kenny fucking you in front of a few of Reynard's guests this afternoon." Colin sighed. "Kenny's cock isn't as thick as yours so he won't stretch me much. But okay, let me suck you off instead." "Help yourself!" Bill lay back and spread his legs. He always enjoyed Colin's blowjobs. Colin was disappointed that only three of Reynard's friends were able to come for Kenny's practice show. Kenny on the other was quite pleased. "I don't think I need to practice fucking you anyway. I done it hundreds of times already." Colin smiled. "And it was great every time. Anyway you're not practicing fucking me. It's a rehearsal to show Reynard that you can get and keep an erection in front of men you don't know." "I plan to ignore them and concentrate on you," responded Kenny. "I'll also remind myself that I'm getting a car in return." "I don't think you'll have any problems," said Colin. "I just need to touch your cock for it to become stiff." "For a guy, you have a magic touch," smiled Kenny. "How much extra are you getting paid for this little show? Reynard gave me 400 Euros." "Oh, I'm doing it for free," replied Colin. "I'm getting plenty for the real shows. This one is just for fun." It was just after 4pm when the three men turned up. All were aged well over sixty and Colin was delighted to give them a thrill. He greeted them wearing one of his JustColin swimsuits. "My friend Kenny will join me in the pool in a few moments. He's too shy to talk to you," he told the men after shaking hands and giving them kisses on the cheeks. "Please be seated." "I hope you don't mind me skinny-dipping," Colin said as he pushed the swimsuit off. "Despite being paid to model these, I prefer to swim naked whenever I can." More than one man licked his lips as they gazed as Colin's flaccid cock. "Turn around and show us your delightful rear," said Reynard. Colin turned and smiled over his shoulder at Reynard's three friends, and then at Bill, Kasim, Castro and Pierre who were part of the small audience seated around the swimming pool. He felt his cock stirring but he waited until it was nearly erect before turning back to face them. "Seeing so many sexy men has made me excited." he said. "Come closer for a moment, Colin," said Reynard. "My friend Emile doesn't have perfect eyesight." Colin knew that this was just an excuse for the men to get a close-up view of his stiff cock and he smiled as he moved to stand right in front of the three men. "Feel free to touch me, gentlemen." Three hands immediately reached out for Colin's cock but only one man was lucky enough to grasp it. The other two men fondled his balls and caressed his buttocks until they got an opportunity to play with the stiff cock. Watching from the side, Kenny shook his head in disbelief that Colin could get turned on by letting old men touch him like that. At a signal from Bill, he ran naked into pool, creating a loud splash. "That is Kenny," Colin said as he pulled away from the wandering hands. He then turned, walked towards the pool and dived in to join Kenny. They came together in the centre of the pool and Colin asked Kenny how he felt. "I started to stiffen when I saw you naked but it felt quite weird watching those men grope you." Colin laughed. "That was fun. If you think that seeing the men might put you off, don't look towards them until after you have fucked me. You need to let them see your fabulous naked body before going back inside. Okay?" Kenny nodded. "You will be able to fuck me, won't you?" Kenny smiled. "Of course." "Good! Now give me a kiss," said Colin. Kenny looked at Colin and said, "I'm not going to kiss you in the real shows but I'll do it now." He took Colin's head in his hands and give him a tender kiss on the lips. Colin could hear murmurings from the audience but Kenny had already blanked them out. One of Colin's hands reached for Kenny's cock and soon brought it to a full erection. "I want to suck your beautiful big cock," he said loud enough for the other men to hear. "Let's move onto the grass." There was almost silence as the pair climbed out of the pool and moved to the lawn in front of the semi-circle of seated men. Kenny stood with his left side to the audience and Colin dropped to his knees in front of him. Colin leaned forward to kiss the cockhead. He then gently grasped Kenny's balls and gave long licks to the shaft before taking the cock into his mouth and sucking it. Colin gradually took more and more of the long, thin cock between his lips, humming to himself when it touched the back of his throat. There were gasps from Reynard's three friends when Kenny began to face-fuck Colin. Colin's stiff cock throbbed and leaked pre-cum. The men could see that Colin really loved Kenny's big cock. Looking into each other's eyes, Colin and Kenny knew that it was time to move onto the next phase. As soon as Kenny pulled his cock out, Colin turned, rested his head on his arms and stuck his arse in the air. Kenny caressed to pale, rounded buttocks and then spread them. He then shoved his face in the crack and used his tongue to prepare Colin's hole. Colin moaned as Kenny tongue-fucked him and then he turned his head to smile at the audience. He saw Reynard with his camcorder filming the action and Bill winking at him before looking along the row of excited men. Even Castro and Kasim had their hands in their crotches. Kenny sat back and looked for the KY jelly that had been placed nearby. He found it, reached out for it and then applied some gel to Colin's hole and to his own cock. He rubbed his cockhead up and down the arsecrack and then pressed against the entrance. Colin pushed back and then moaned softly when Kenny's cock penetrated his sphincter. Kenny paused for a moment and the slowly pushed forward until he was balls-deep inside Colin. "Oh, I love having your big cock in me," Colin cried out for the benefit of the audience. "Fuck me, Kenny. Make me cum!" Kenny started moving slowly. He slid his hands under Colin and took hold of the erect nipples. He pinched and twisted the nubs while fucking Colin. Colin gasped and smiled. When Kenny's thrusts became faster, he arched his back and pushed back to meet them. The men watching could see his cock bounce and leak more pre-cum as Kenny pounded him. "Harder, Kenny. Fuck me harder!" Colin cried. Kenny moved his hands to Colin's hips and fucked him faster as requested. A few minutes later he leaned forward and whispered, "I'm getting close." "I'm very close too but we need to put on a good show," replied Colin. "Let me cum first then you pull out and shoot over my face." Kenny didn't often give Colin facials but he was happy to go along with the suggestion. "I'm going to cum!" Colin shouted moments later. Kenny grabbed hold of Colin's upper body and pulled him up into a kneeling position. That allowed the audience a clear view when Colin spunked off and sent several blasts of cum into the air. As soon as Colin has finished, Kenny pulled his cock out. Colin quickly turned to face Kenny who gave his cock a couple of quick wanks before sending his load over Colin. Blobs of cum landed on his nose, cheeks, eyelashes and lips. "Shall I lick it off your face?" Kenny whispered when he had finished. Colin licked the cum from his lips and whispered back. "No. Let them see me looking slutty. I'll just suck your cock clean before I walk over to them." He smiled at the audience and said in a loud voice, "I love your cock, Kenny. Let me clean it for you." He gave the softening cock a few licks and then took it into his mouth and sucked it. "Thanks, Colin. You really know how to take care of a guy," said Kenny. When Colin had finished, he stood up and took hold of Kenny's hand before facing the audience who were already cheering and applauding. "Isn't Kenny a stud?" he asked. Kenny felt embarrassed looking at the men. He gave a quick bow and then dived back into the swimming pool. Colin smiled and walked towards his audience. "I hope you enjoyed that, gentlemen. I certainly did," he said. "We loved it," responded Reynard. "Both of you gave an amazing performance. My friends said they've never seen anything as sexy." The three men nodded and spoke rapidly in French. Colin smiled but didn't understand everything that was said. He used a finger to transfer some of the cum from his face into his mouth as he listened and then said, "Merci, messieurs. Merci beaucoup" and smiled at Bill before bowing and running off to join Kenny in the pool. "They loved you, Kenny," Colin told his pal. "They agree with me that you're very sexy." Kenny frowned. "I don't really like the idea of old men thinking I'm sexy." Colin laughed. "You are sexy and you know it. Maybe one of them has a granddaughter who might fancy you." "Are they not gay?" Kenny asked. Colin shrugged. "Who knows? Many gay men of that generation felt pressured by society into getting married so some or all of them might have children and grandchildren. Shall I ask Reynard if any of them have girls who might be interested in you?" "No. I don't want to meet any girl whose grandfather has seen me having gay sex," replied Kenny. "Good! I want you to carry on fucking me while you're in France," said Colin. "The next time you do it while be in front of a bigger audience on stage." Kenny groaned. "Don't remind me." *** The first two shows were to take place in a country mansion not far from Lyon. It was within easy driving distance so they didn't have to organise overnight accommodation. Bill worked through his checklist of preparations with Reynard. "The final thing is something I should have asked about before now. Have our customers been made aware that there will be a movie camera recording the show on the first night?" "Yes. They all received notification nearly two weeks ago," Reynard replied. "This is what I told them." He passed a letter to Bill. Bill skipped over the introduction and then read : "Demand for seats at Colin's shows has far exceeded our expectations, especially for the first show for which you have a ticket. We never imagined that so many men would want to see the famous JustColin naked and having gay sex on stage. It would be impossible to organise enough shows to allow everyone to see Colin in person so we have decided to film the first event and sell DVDs later through a very discreet website. You may be concerned that you may be seen in the audience but let me reassure you that steps will be taken to avoid this. Your face will be blurred digitally and your voice, if you speak to Colin, will be distorted so that nobody seeing the video will be able to recognise you. You have my personal guarantee. The camera will be focusing on Colin and his two sex partners. Colin isn't a shy boy as I'm sure you know. However there is a big difference between appearing scantily clad in public and stripping completely naked for a small group of total strangers. While Colin isn't a virgin, he isn't in the habit of having an audience when he has sex. It will be a privilege and a thrill to be among the small number of men witnessing something very special. I hope the presence of a video camera will not put you off but if you wish to exchange your ticket for a later show please call me." Bill smiled when he looked up at Reynard. "Does Colin know that he is supposed to act nervous in front of this "small group" of twenty men?" "Not yet but we both know he's a good actor," replied Reynard. "You imply that this will be Colin's first time having sex in front of an audience," Bill went on. "I assume that means that there will be nobody who has seen any of Colin's previous shows." "Correct," said Reynard. "There will be nobody who has bought any of Colin's porn videos at this first show either." "Okay. How many asked to be transferred to a show which won't be filmed?" Bill asked. Reynard smiled. "None. Not one. They all want to see Colin's debut performance." Bill raised his eyebrows. "He really is popular!" "That's why we can charge so much," said Reynard. *** Colin found himself on a circular stage in the middle of an outdoor stadium. There were some large screens showing close-ups of him and he saw that he was wearing nothing but running shoes. His little cock was rock-hard as he looked around the stadium. "There must be tens of thousands watching me," he said to himself. Then he spotted some tv cameras close to the edge of the stage. The thought of possibly millions of people seeing him naked caused him to leak pre-cum. There was a strange sound and Colin turned to see two large circular holes appear behind him on the stage. Then a huge black man slowly ascended from each one. Colin gasped. He had never seen men that big before. They were at least 210 cm (7 ft) tall and very muscular. Colin thought that the younger one was aged about fifty. He had a black beard and his very dark skin was totally smooth. His biceps were thicker than Colin's waist and his semi-hard uncut cock was the biggest Colin had ever seen. There wasn't a trace of hair around his cock or on the huge, low-hanging balls. In contrast, the other black man was very hairy but his beard and body hair were white. This man had the same muscular build and they had similar facial features. Colin wondered if they were father and son. Two large black nipples stood out from the white chest hair. This man's low-hanging balls were smooth but he had a bush of white pubic hair. His semi-erect cock was even thicker than the other man's. "I didn't agree to do a sex show with you two," Colin said. He didn't know how he had arrived at the stadium. "Where is Bill?" "You were selected by the high priests," boomed the older man. "The high priests? What are you taking about?" Colin was puzzled. "No more talking! The people are waiting," responded the man. He pointed at the younger man. "Suck his cock and balls!" Colin looked across at the other man whose cock was still in a horizontal position. He thought it looked good and automatically licked his lips. He walked over to the man who said, "Kneel. Worship my cock!" Colin did as he was told. The foreskin was already drawn back before Colin touched the cock. Despite being only partially erect, the cock was about 25 cm (10 inches) long and much too thick for Colin's hand to encircle it. A roar arose from the crowd when Colin kissed the cockhead. He then opened his mouth and sucked the cockhead. The huge cock continued to stiffen and Colin struggled to take much of it between his stretched lips. Pulling off the cock, Colin turned his attention to the low-hanging balls. He licked them several times and then took them into his mouth one at a time to suck them. It wasn't an easy job in view of their size. Colin caught a glimpse of himself on one of the giant screens when he started licking the cockshaft. That was when he realised that the cock was now fully erect. He pulled back for a moment and saw that the cock was at least 38 cm (15 inches) long. However it was the thickness which caused him to gasp. He knew that it would tear him if the man tried to fuck him. "Crawl over here and attend to me," the older man told Colin. Colin turned around and crawled over to the white-haired man. The man's cock was still semi-erect but Colin was sure it was thicker than the other man's had been in the same state. He tentatively kissed the cockhead. "Suck my nipples first!" ordered the older man. Colin was used to having his nipples played with but he rarely sucked the nipples of his partners. However he stood up and then had to go on tiptoe to reach the man's nipples. He began sucking and licking the left nipple. The man moaned when Colin gently bit the erect nub but it was a moan of pleasure rather than pain. Colin soon turned to the right nipple, sucking and nibbling it. "Now my balls. Lick them," the man said. Colin knelt down and licked the big balls one at a time. He alternated between them, waiting for further instructions and becoming nervous about what lay ahead. He saw the cock growing bigger and bigger. "It's even longer and thicker than the other one," Colin said to himself. Suddenly the man moved back a little and turned his back on Colin. "Shove your face between my arse cheeks and lick my hole," was the order. Colin looked at the huge, rounded arse in front of him. Like the man's enormous thighs, the buttocks were covered in white hair. Colin put his hands on the buttocks to spread them a little before pushing his face in the crack. He was relieved to find that it smelled clean. He started to lick. Long slow licks up the hairy crack were followed by licks concentrating on the puckered hole. Without waiting to be told, Colin pushed the tip of his tongue into the hole and began tongue-fucking the man. The younger man appeared at Colin's side. "The high priests were right. You willingly submit to older men," he said. "You will take our cocks inside you even though you know it will result in severe pain. Your screams will appease the gods." Before Colin could respond, the strong man pushed Colin's face firmly into the arse crack. Colin tried to pull back but the older man reached back and held onto Colin's arms. A thick finger pushed its way into Colin's arsehole and he let out a muffled scream. "Sorry, son. I didn't mean to hurt you." It was Bill's voice. Colin opened his eyes and saw that he was in bed with Bill, his daddy. "I've just had the weirdest dream," Colin told Bill. He yawned and then looked over his shoulder to see Bill's hand caressing his butt. "What were you doing?" he asked with a smile. "Playing with my favourite toy," answered Bill. "You were lying uncovered when I woke up and I couldn't resist touching you. You spread your legs and I thought you were inviting me to touch your hole. I only had the tip of my finger inside when you suddenly screamed." Colin smiled. "I dreamt that I was about to be raped on stage by two men with the most enormous cocks. I knew it would hurt a lot but I'm stiff. Look!" Colin turned onto his side to reveal his stiff cock. Bill pulled Colin closer and kissed him. "Rape is always likely to hurt. Do you sometimes have rape fantasies?" "No, never. I think this is the first time I've ever dreamt about being raped," replied Colin. "When I'm in the mood for rough sex, you give me exactly what I want." Bill kissed Colin again. It was a longer, passionate kiss. "I love you, Colin. I will always try to give you what you want." "I know, Dad," smiled Colin. "All I want right now is a big hug." Bill pulled Colin into his arms. "Anytime, my darling." *** Colin stood naked and erect as Pierre prepared him for his first non-bdsm private show. He was erect in anticipation of what lay ahead but also because he hadn't cum since the night before. "I am so horny right now," he told Pierre. Pierre laughed. "I can tell," he said, pushing the stiff cock to the side as he completed trimming Colin's pubic hair. "Don has finally arrived," Bill announced as he came into the room. "That's good," said Colin. "I'm pleased that the show is being filmed for men who can't be here in person." "Yeah. You love having lots of men seeing you naked and getting fucked," smiled Bill. "True," grinned Colin. "Only some hair to remove from your lower legs now. I'll use cream for that," Pierre told Colin. He had removed the armpit hair earlier. Bill came closer and fingered Colin's arsecrack. "No stray hairs here, I assume." Colin laughed. "No. Pierre checked my balls too. I'm still your smooth baby boy." "Hardly a baby but you do still look like a young teen," smiled Bill. "The JustColin fans in the audience are going to be drooling when they see you totally naked for the first time." "I hope they are hard and leaking," said Colin. "They are paying a lot of money to be here so I want them to enjoy themselves." "I'm done. You can shower now," said Pierre. "There are going to be twenty men watching this evening," Bill reminded Colin. "One of my biggest ever audiences," Colin said as he went off to the bathroom. "And they can all touch me." Bill smiled and then turned to Pierre. "What about Kenny? Are you going to `manscape' him?" "No. He refused my offer," Pierre replied. "He wants to remain natural." "Well, Kenny looks great just as he is," said Bill. Pierre smiled. "He is very handsome." "Yes, indeed." Bill's cock started to stiffen as he thought about Kenny's sexy body. "I hope he doesn't get stage-fright when he sees the audience. He would be very embarrassed if he couldn't get an erection." "He told me he intends to try and ignore them as much as possible," Pierre said. "I'm sure he won't have trouble performing when he sees Colin." "Like Colin, he hasn't had sex so far today so he will be horny," said Bill. "Who will be horny?" Colin asked as arrived from the bathroom rubbing his wet hair with a towel. "Everyone when they see you," smiled Bill. "We were actually talking about Kenny. Is he still nervous about performing in front of an audience?" "Not as much," replied Colin. "I told him that the room lights will be dimmed and that we will hardly see them when we're on the stage. Anyway I know how to turn him on." Once Pierre had styled Colin's hair, he said, "I have prepared some snacks. We will be leaving in just over an hour and you will need something to eat. Come to the kitchen as soon as you are dressed." Colin watched Pierre leave the room and then he went over to Bill. "Maybe you could feed me some cum. That would put me in the right mood and relieve some of your tension." "Help yourself." Bill unzipped his trousers. Colin licked his lips, knelt down and pulled Bill's thick cock free. He then wrapped his lips around the head and began to suck. Bill watched Colin suck and use his tongue to tease his cock for a few minutes. He then ran his fingers through the dark, curly hair and gripped Colin's head before face-fucking him. After only four thrusts, he gasped and spunked off. Colin gulped down every drop and then smiled up at Bill as he licked the cock clean. Bill pulled Colin to his feet and kissed him passionately, tasting his own cum in the process. "I wish I could suck you off but it's too close to show time," he said. He used a finger to catch some pre-cum from Colin's cockhead and licked it off. "I love your sweet juices." Colin smiled. "I will be all yours again very soon. Now I must sell myself on stage." He gave Bill a quick kiss. "Let's go and see what Pierre has prepared. I'm hungry." To be continued

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Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2022 10:30:53 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin - Student and Model 55 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men. We would love to hear from you if you are enjoying this story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com Bill COLIN � STUDENT AND MODEL Chapter 55 (Milan - Cannes ) "Say hello to Colin, the guy you have been waiting for!" Ricardo placed Colin in front of him. Twenty-one youngsters from local sports teams gave a loud welcome in unison. "We are a bit late with the preparations. The other companies have worked here all day. I see you have got your numbers. Please keep them on your right upper arm." Colin looked around. Nice guys, all clearly Italian, all dressed in white tank tops and black football shorts, a bit too baggy for Colin's taste. "Okay guys, all of you, undress, and hurry!" Ricardo gave his command. The boys started a very slow strip. Nobody dropped their shorts. "Come on, be professional. I want you all naked in fifteen seconds." Ricardo gave a wave to Sergio who arrived with a lot of photo equipment. "You too, Colin! Strip off! The lads must be used to your nudity, and you must be a part of the group." The man was very determined. "And don't any of you think you are getting into porn or something. This is preparation for the show tomorrow." Ricardo gesticulated and pointed out where to place Sergio. "When you walk into that scene tomorrow three thousand pairs of eyes will follow you. Do you think they are here for the swimwear? Well, sorry Colin, some are, but most of the viewers are here to see you, young flesh, young beauties, hot teens. Yes, yes, I know you all are eighteen or nineteen, but you are chosen because you look young and JustColin is a teen product." Ricardo held a small piece of paper, nothing else. "When you go on stage tomorrow, sell yourself. Be proud, be real models! And a real model must be happy naked. He sells himself and what he's wearing." Ricardo looked at Colin who felt a bit uncomfortable with all these nude youngsters. "You know, Colin, a lot of the audience tomorrow would like to see you without swimwear. That's reality, but it's the swimwear that makes money for your company, and we are all here to sell!" "Back to you, guys. We make a small rehearsal only. You do the catwalk in the nude now. Don't worry. No-one else is allowed inside the hall, and there are no cameras today. Feel free, but don't think of the girlfriends who sit there wetting their knickers. If you get an erection tomorrow, just pretend you are huge and don't try to hide it. It will really grab the audience's attention. Please start - numero uno!" Ricardo gave a loud hand clap. "You like them, Colin? You think we made done a good choice?" Ricardo put a hand on Colin's shoulder. "Sorry for stripping you in front of them. You find a JustColin bathrobe in your private dressing room if you want it." "I'm very comfortable like this!" Colin placed his hands behind his back. "I will walk as number 22. I need to have the feeling too!" Colin entered the catwalk. He had asked for some stairs so he could really make a hot entrance. "Why is Sergio filming? I think the boys are worried. I heard some questions." Colin was back from his walk. Ricardo took the signal immediately. "Listen to me, guys. Sergio here is filming - but not a dick is shown on those tapes, and no faces either. Some of you will remember the last show. The huge back-screen showed different beaches around Europe. This time the back-screen will show you - no, not each of you individually but the part everyone is looking at - your young butts. It will be shown in black and white, and it will be very hot, very artistic. We have most of the material, but need a final shot." Ricardo found a note in his pocket. "Numero uno, tre, otto, quindici, diciannove, per favore, vieni!" Ricardo lined up the five guys. Colin looked at them, same height, all slim, but regarding dicks they went from next to Colin-size to a real adult tool. "You look like you have a question, Colin? Turn around guys and walk down the catwalk hand in hand. You ready to shoot, Sergio?" Ricardo talked with his hands and arms. Colin watched five butts almost like his own, globes to fill any item of swimwear, but now meant to be a naked vision on the back-screen. "You have made good choices, Ricardo. You don't need me here at all!" Colin grinned. He cupped his own trademark butt with open hands. "Now it's your turn, Colin. The only difference is that we will show your full rear body only covered by the JustColin logo. You ready, bambino? Just a natural walk, no artistic play. We try one shoot only. Sergio. We have a good one from last year too. Please go on, love!" Ricardo used his hand down Colin's spine. That made the set-up almost electric. Colin looked to the side and saw a youngster fighting with an erection. "Think of some ugly girls," Colin said to himself and started his long nude walk. He felt that his dick was about to betray him, and when he was back among the 21 youngsters he showed off a real boner. "Sorry, lads. You were just too hot. See you tomorrow. We will do fine!" Colin shouted, but did not cover up. "Okay guys, get dressed and have a hot evening. Some girlfriends are waiting for you outside, I believe." Ricardo relaxed. Colin was still naked. "What made you sport this beauty?" The man cupped Colin's erection. "I suddenly remembered that you promised me a fuck after the show tomorrow, or did you mean tonight?" Colin grinned. "Not tonight, love. I want you tight as hell tomorrow, I have a plan for your final entrance. You are to be presented as the co-director of the company, I understand!" Colin blushed and went off to his private lounge. He had to call his dad. *** "I'm fine Daddy, but I'm a bit overwhelmed. The business is running fast, and you are not here!" Colin was talking on Skype to Bill who was back on Ryan's estate. "No, Reynard is great. Castro told you about last night and my job with the syringe? And all that damn money, I have enough to buy Anton's house without a bank loan now!" "No, no, I'm not living like a monk, I'm being taken care of! What about you? Had Kenny in bed yet?" "Why are you blushing, Daddy? He took you doggie, didn't he? My roommate and my `father', cool!" "Why is he in the village? With Pierre? Pierre isn't looking for girls, is he all of a sudden?" "You say that Kenny is sharing a bed with Pierre. Gosh, you make me jealous, Daddy. I need to come back to you soon." "No luck with girls? Tell Kenny to behave, from me, and tell him to be kind to poor Pierre. He has suffered enough." "Okay, okay, Daddy. I understand, the hot show is running without me." "No, no, I'm not pouting. I'm just look forward to a night alone." "Yes, yes. Happy to hear your voice and see your face. You want to see me naked?" "Okay, that could be arranged. You undress too. I want to see the best tool in the world!" *** Sergio, Ricardo and Colin were resting in Colin's lounge. The applause had been tremendous and the press that normally left when the bigger guns finished, had stayed until the very end. And when Colin was helped off with the robe by Ricardo and Reynard both dressed in white, he was naked except from the smallest item in the JustColin collection. The 3,000 in the audience had given them a standing applause. "You were about to grow out there!" Ricardo said. "And I saw the wet spot! I wonder if any of the colour magazines will focus on just that point?" "I couldn't give a damn, honestly. They asked for nudity, and they got it. Now I'm really hungry. I could eat a horse." Colin placed his hands on his stomach. "Where will we have dinner tonight, and which of you offers me a fuck?" Colin acted like a slut, and felt like one. "We have some snacks just outside, and some champagne! I have organised a trip out of the city to a small town up in the mountains for dinner, Bergamo!" Sergio did not comment on the fuck. "Oh, great, the town with the funicular. I love funiculars! I wanked my piss-brother inside a funicular in Bergen once. I was very young then!" Colin grinned. He was still young. *** Castro tested the speed limits on the highway between the outskirts of Milan and the mountain town of Bergamo. Colin was giggling in the back of the car between Sergio and Ricardo. He shouldn't have taken the third glass of champagne. He knew that he could be acting like his `princess' friend Roland at the university when he had too much sparkling wine. "Where did you find that cute fucker?" Colin asked after he had opened the window between the back and the front seats. A young man had his head down in Castro's nap. The moaning from the driver told Colin that the youngster wasn't just resting. His mouth was very active, teasing the top of Castro's monster cock. "I was lucky." Castro smiled back. "Not only did Reynard give me a super ticket for your show, but he also let me meet Eduardo, the junior coach for the guys that modelled with you today." Again Castro moaned. "He's a damn good cocksucker, and he wanted to do something special this evening. Mr Reynard has asked us to join him later on, maybe he wants to..." Colin closed the window. "I know what Mr Reynard wants!" he said. "He needs another youngster to watch when I'm not around." "Forget about bosses now, guys. Let's have fun, eh? Why bring me all this way for some food?" Colin did not wait for an answer. He found Ricardo's mouth and kissed him wild and wet. The Italian designer and artist met Colin with an open mouth and a playing tongue. Without shyness, Colin switched from Ricardo to Sergio and gave the Milan photographer the same treatment. Colin played. He loved to have a free night. He loved the response from the public and from Reynard, and he loved to be seated between two hot hunks. Another round of heavy kissing and Colin pulled the two guys closer. With his right hand he opened Sergio's trousers and pulled out his brown and veiny cock. With his left hand, and with some help from the man himself, he found Ricardo's thinner beauty. With his own legs spread, and with his eyes closed, he felt the spunk leaving his balls ready for some wet action. "Stop it, guys. We are in Bergamo, aren't we?" Colin managed to stop before another wet orgasm. "Too childish to wet your pants during the foreplay," he thought. "What did you say, Bambino?" Ricardo tried to put his own erection back into his new JustColin underwear. "I just said that I need to piss soon," Colin replied. "Are we far from the restaurant?" Castro stopped the car two blocks from the funicular that connected old Bergamo with the new town. Colin giggled again and forgot about his pissing needs for a while. The three from the back hurried out of the car. "We have a reservation in one of the oldest town wall restaurants," Sergio said. "I'll buy tickets for the funicular." "Don't let this man kill your ass, amigo!" Colin said when he put his head inside the car. "He has Argentina's biggest cock, and one of the best!" Colin grinned. He wasn't quite sure that young Eduardo understood. "Here's my key. Use my room. Reynard would be happy. Look for the partly open door. And don't soak my sheets. We leave for Nice tomorrow remember - a long ride - just the two of us. I love to suck the driver too, you know!" Colin gave Castro a quick kiss. "Hurry up, Colin. Let's go in the front." Sergio and Ricardo were waiting by the old-fashioned funicular. The three were alone when a huge group of shouting American youngsters arrived behind them. "What did you say about your so-called piss-brother and Bergen?" Sergio asked. The railcar started with a jerk. Both men had an arm around Colin's shoulders. "I wanked him to the mountain top!" Colin said. He managed to find the two cocks from the car, still almost erect, and went on jerking. The group of students behind them shouted like crazy and made very obscene movements with their hands. The restaurant was in something that resembled a basement, and Sergio and Ricardo were greeted by a group of men, some well-dressed, some dressed more casually. "I bring you our star!" Ricardo lifted the glass he was given. Another glass was handed to Colin and soon another round of champagne made his head and body shiver. "We'll bring him to heaven tonight!" Sergio shouted too, and the men laughed and cheered. "But first we need food, a lot of food, Colin has only had boy-cream and champagne since the show." "A damn good combination!" A man made room for Colin at the table. "How many of the lads gave you their loads inside that toilet?" Ricardo whispered. "Six or seven, no room for more!" Colin whispered too. "What's this talk about heaven?" Colin went on. "Kids ask too much!" Ricardo said. "Eat now. Plenty of antipasti. The olives are good for your erection, and the pickled garlic makes your spunk smell like hell!" He asked for another glass. "Eat now, Colin. Here comes the pasta, the best in town!" Two waiters placed bowls of spaghetti and two different tomato sauces on the table. "Try the darker one - blow you out like the strongest drug. Be careful, kid!" Colin was happy for the food, and the red wine that accompanied it, and when the local sausages and the meatballs arrived with potatoes and onions he wasn't sure he could take more. "You must leave room for the panna cotta, Baby. Eating this dessert is like sucking a bride's tits or even better a real bottom guy's boy-cunt." Ricardo handed Colin a glass bowl of white dessert with raspberry topping. Colin placed his hands on his full stomach and lay down on the bench like an old Roman. "That was heavenly!" he proclaimed. The boy had tasted all the food that was served, but reduced the intake of wine. He knew pretty well his dad's advice about retaining control. In a way he understood that this meal was just a foreplay. The group left the restaurant with a lot of laughter, and gave seats to people queuing outside. They hurried up the stone road to the old church on the top where taxis waited for them. Soon they left the town and entered a really dark landscape. They went through one village, and then another. The cars turned on to a narrow road underneath dark trees, and suddenly a castle-like mansion, lit by torches, was seen. Colin followed Sergio and Ricardo up the entrance stairs. They were greeted and shown into the next room. Colin looked around and saw a rather ordinary bar with dimmed lights, some gaming tables, and even some one-armed bandits. The men present looked at the arrivals, and Colin felt that all eyes in the room followed him. Now the group stopped in front of a set of stairs covered in red carpet and partly closed off by deep red velvet curtains. Two shirtless men with bow-ties and tight black trousers welcomed them. "Heaven?" One man asked. His upper body was like a body-builder's. "Si!" Sergio answered. He sounded a bit irritated. "And the�boy?" the other man asked. "He's my special guest tonight!" Ricardo answered, also a bit irritated. "You want him to suck your balls dry perhaps. He's good!" Colin saw the man blush. With welcoming hands, the two men pulled aside the velvet curtains and invited them to pass. "So this is heaven?" Colin asked. He looked around. Small cubicles where well-dressed men were served by waiters in costumes like the two guarding the front. The exception was that the long trousers had been replaced by very tight shorts. Now doubt some were well hung. "Real stuff or fake bulges?" Colin whispered. "Don't bother to ask, as they are not for sale!" Ricardo said. "Scenery only. The `snacks' for the visitors are inside the cages." Colin hadn't seen the golden cages placed in every corner of the room. He saw two white youngsters and a black one. The three seemed to be almost naked. The fourth cage was empty. "And they are for sale!" Ricardo continued. "You're kidding, man? In Italy." Colin was shocked. "Cool down, bambino. Sold for the night only. The guys apply for entry to the cages. Some have applied many times before being accepted." Ricardo led Colin and the group to two linked cubicles in the very front of the room. A piano player was entertaining the crowd from a small stage. In front of the stage was a small catwalk. "You have brought the fourth object, Signore Ricci?" A well-dressed, grey-haired man put a hand on Ricardo's arm. "We'll see, sir. We'll see. Bring us drinks now, please, and the usual for the young man," Ricardo answered. "They think I'm stupid. This is arranged, I know," Colin thought. "But I will play their games." "Would you like to be caged and sold, after a rather intimate inspection and presentation? Maybe a bit humiliating, you know?" Ricardo looked at Sergio instead of Colin and didn't see that Colin swapped the drink he was offered for plain water. With a wide smile, he lifted his glass and emptied it. "Of course, I would like to entertain this great audience," Colin answered with a smile. "Two conditions, and no alternatives, okay?" "One of you has to buy me, and both of you have to fuck me in public afterwards!" Colin looked from one hunk to the other. The two were staring at each other now, and neither would back down. "Okay, we have the fourth slave for tonight!" Senore Ricci bowed to the grey-haired gentleman who immediately clapped his hands. Two of the half-naked servants hurried over Colin and took him to the fourth cage. "Undress, slave!" The one guy said, rather joyfully. Colin stripped, but stopped before the last piece - his red JustColin thong. "I'll keep this on!" The men were probably not used to opposition from a slave, but said nothing. One guy trembled when he put a dog collar on Colin. "Nice bulge, amico." Colin squeezed one lad's bulge. "Real stuff, eh?" The guy was about to give Colin a spank, but the old boss coughed and opened the cage door. "Be a good boy, a hot slave, and you will earn a high price!" he said almost to himself. The next forty-five minutes were boring for Colin. He thought the show was very amateurish and the bidding was rather slow. The slaves were inspected both mentally and physically, but as far as Colin could see they didn't even manage to keep their erection. And after the sale was completed, their new masters just took them out of sight. When the third sale finished, Colin hoped for fast action and he gave a signal by shaking the bars. "Thought you were asleep!" Ricardo was outside the cage. "You have seen the tough action then, you may withdraw if you�" "Go on, man. Play your role. Don't be a pussy, and no light actions. Give them all, and no more of the stupid drink. You think I need drugs to take some public pain. Haven't you seen my shows, man?" Colin was irritated. "But don't forget the deal. Give me both your great cocks on stage in hot sexy action!" Ricardo was uncertain. He had never met this version of Colin. "Any rules then, love?" He opened the door. "No blood!" Colin said. "You know I have to show a clean boyish body in Cannes in a few days, and no tough breath-play or I'll kick your balls back to puberty!" Colin grinned now. Ricardo dragged Colin to the stage and lifted him rather brutally into full view. "Don't even think this kid is an easy target!" Ricardo shouted. "He's been brought to us from the moors of Scotland. He has lived among wolves and wild dogs, fucked by more creatures than men, but he will do you everything and more if you manage to tame him. A good slave, but at a high price, gentlemen!" "You chat like an old witch, man!" Colin sneered. The result was a spank with an open hand - hard enough to send Colin down on all fours. Seconds later Richard reached for a whip and hit the boy on his globes and upper legs. "I'll give you witch, boy!" He lifted Colin by his curly hair until his feet hardly touched the floor. Another set of strokes hit the sweating body. "You will obey, slave? Obey?" Ricardo lifted his arm with the whip ready for a hard one. "Aye, sir. I will, sir. May I suck you, sir?" Colin was suddenly the perfect slave with his head bowed. "Keep your dirty wishes until we find you a new master!" Ricardo smiled when he saw Colin's erection and the wet spot in this thong. "Take off those knickers and show the men here that you are dripping like a well-used whore!" Without hesitation Colin stripped off his tiny underwear and displayed a heavy erection in full freedom. "He has no use for this tiny tool!" Ricardo proclaimed "But he will give you milk for your coffee whenever you feel for it, and gentlemen, watch this!" He turned Colin around. "Spread your legs, slave!" Ricardo used his feet to open Colin's legs. "Bow now!" He forced Colin down again and Colin opened his arse without more command. He had seen how the other slaves had been dry-fucked on stage with fingers and dildos. Now he licked his own fingers and pushed three into his arse without permission. The result was a new stroke with an open hand. But Ricardo had taken the signal. He spat on the tunnel opening and even licked the leather handle with his own mouth before he forced it deep inside. "Tight like a virgin!" Ricardo shouted when Colin screamed, "but he can take your weapon, guys. Open your purses now. He's for sale, but not for small change!" The bidding round was an enthusiastic event. Colin tried to follow, but in vain. "3,000 � 4,000 � 6,000!" He tried to understand the game and he tried some calculations. "30,000!" Two gentlemen were left, and one was Sergio. It was later that night Colin learned that the amount was in local tokens, giving access to the most exclusive real play boards in the casino. Moans and gasps of open misbelief were heard from among the audience when Sergio got the contract. He was the new owner of the slave presented by a friend. "Cheat!" one man shouted. Colin did not like the situation, but again he made the correct next move. Down on his knees and with a very clear voice, he reached his hands out to his new owner. "Please, sir. Let me give my old boss a last reward - a Scottish custom," he said. Without waiting for a reply, he turned to Ricardo and unfastened the man's Arab-like trousers and dragged down his tight briefs. The close to forty-year old Italian presented an upright cock ready to be sucked and Colin did not need an invitation. The sucking and licking job from the slave soon resulted in a real, and a slightly too tough, throat-fuck from the very aroused man. The grey-haired casino boss tried to intervene, but was almost pushed aside by the audience who wanted to see more. Tear-filled and coughing with slime dripping from his mouth, Colin turned to his new boss. "Please!" was all he managed to say until his mouth was filled by Sergio who only had opened his jeans at the front. The boyish Milan photographer continued Ricardo's previous action and fucked Colin's mouth with his huge brown weapon. Again Colin tried to get away from the tough treatment, but instead he was met by Ricardo who penetrated him from behind in one single thrust. Colin was happy for his thinner cock, and hoped he wouldn't cum before Sergio was to fuck him. Colin understood the show would be a fast one. Ricardo was not a stayer, but a great shooter. Now he fucked the slave like a rabbit, fast, deep, and hard. But the stage manager was a showman. Again he pushed Colin in front of him, gave his own cock some wanks and shot a series of splashing man-milk all over Colin's face and upper body. The boy did not close his mouth and used his tongue to lick what he could of the dripping seed. "Your mine, damn, you're my slave!" Sergio shouted. He was almost undressed now and his 20 cm (8 inch) brown weapon dripped with spit and lust. Now he collected his partner's spunk from the boy's body and used it to lubricate the already swollen cunt. "Take care of your new master!" he yelled and mounted Colin in one long deep stroke. The pain was heavy and Colin was not really prepared. He whined but he managed to find a better position and his cock was dripping hard. Sergio lifted Colin and fucked him standing from behind. Colin was able to find his own cock. A hot wank was his last entertainment weapon just now. The previous complaint from the audience was changed to cheering when Colin screamed his "I'm cumming" and let his boy-milk hit the well-dressed men in the nearest row. "Take this, slut! Eat me, eat me!" Again Sergio had Colin on his knees and again the young man was drenched in man-milk. This time white and slimy jizz filled his mouth, eyes and dark hair. The new business manager did not forget his own business though. Still on his knees with his face covered in man-milk, Colin found his red JustColin thong on the floor and used it to clean his face. Then he dried his own cock and even his arse with the silky item. Colin went from the slave role to the showman role when he now lifted the dripping underwear. "You see the most bought young men's underwear in Europe just now. Impressive, Italian product, the best. May I hear some bidding for this sexy item?" Colin was suddenly the boss. A lot of voices were heard, but Colin stopped it with his hands. "I hope the stylish gentleman who almost had a night with me will accept this as a small gift. Please, signore!" Colin pointed at a bear of a man that had followed the fucking event with great intensity. Now the man came forward and accepted the wet underwear, put it in front of his nose and grinned. *** "Was the evening's event crazy enough for you, Bambino?" Sergio asked. They were returning to downtown Bergamo in the old funicular an hour after midnight. "Not easy to top your earlier visits, you know!" "Great show, but remember some lube next time. I have been thinking, by the way, maybe I should add a special JustColin lube to my new assortment, a new hot teen-cream for guys. What do you think, Sergio?" Colin got no answer - his two Italian companions were still a bit exhausted after the evening's events. *** "Why wouldn't Reynard drive with us down to Cannes?" Colin asked. Castro was testing the Italian roads south west of Milan. "I guess he wanted to do some final checks on the company. He never really trusts the Italians you know, and they never really trust him. My guess is that he is having some business meetings." Castro accelerated in the fastest line. "Who will meet us in France?" Colin yawned. The last night in Italy had been a hard one. "I have an address in Antibes," Castro answered. "We'll be met by a yacht in the harbour that will take you to Cannes. Reynard thought you needed a day off duty now." "And you my friend, you need some treatment?" Colin put a hand on Castro's bulge. "Or have the Italian youngsters dried you out?" Castro answered by spreading his legs and letting Colin unzip him. They had a four hour fast drive to the French Riviera ahead. Castro lifted his hips. *** "Back in France!" Castro shouted. Colin had been more or less asleep for the last hour. A mouth-fuck in the heavy traffic and a great hand-job from the Argentinian had made the long journey less boring. "How far to Antibes?" Colin yawned and scratched his newly-shaved pubic area. "I chose the highway. It's faster, but not as spectacular as the coastal road," Castro answered. "Ninety minutes google says." The man smiled with his white smile. "We need to look for `Andrea'. He moved into the fastest line. "Andrea, who?" Colin yawned again. "One of the smaller yachts in the harbour, and the crew will take us to all the small coves around rather than going directly to Cannes. Reynard wanted to give us one day at sea before the next job." Castro loved the sound from the fast car and passed an open sports car with number plates from Monaco. Colin grinned. "You know JustColin has a Swedish competitor named after a former tennis player who lives in Monaco? The number one brand in Scandinavia, but just wait until I've been there!" "How can you sell underwear, Chico? You are more or less always naked!" Castro looked at Colin who had undressed completely just after the departure from Milan, but had recently put on a pair of baggy shorts he found in the back of the car when they stopped for some refreshments. "I'm too sexy for my shirt�Too sexy for my shirt�so sexy it hurts!" Colin had danced his way to the bar as he sang the party hit from years back. More than one of the older guys around stopped and smiled. Colin always collected an audience. Just an hour later Castro turned off from the highway. He had passed Nice and headed for the harbour in Antibes, one of the famous ports on the French Riviera. "Next to the old town gate, I was told." Castro slowed down. On the left was the old fortress and to the right was Antibes' Old Town. The yachts were moored side by side with flags and names on display. "You said one of the smaller ones� these are all huge!" Colin commented. "Well, look at the ones out there!" Castro pointed and shouted, excited like a youngster. "They are even bigger. Don't you like big equipment, Colin? Thought you did." He stopped the car in front of the gate. "Just wait here, Castro. I'll find our yacht." Colin barefoot and shirtless with shorts that were almost falling off him, hurried along the harbour. "Andrea" of Nassau" with a flag he didn't recognise. The yacht was well lit, the gangway was down, and some hot music could be heard. Colin didn't think about his outfit. He just went onboard. He was stopped by a huge security bear. "What the hell are you doing here, kid!" he shouted in a very broad English. "I'm Colin. I'm your guest!" Colin didn't hesitate. He held his hand out to the man. "Get off this boat, idiot, or I'll kick your ass!" the man went on. Colin didn't like the bully's style, but at the same he admired the hairy man's selfishness. Another man was seen on the top deck. He was dressed in white shorts and a white t-shirt. He looked like a well-tanned model. "Good evening, sir. Will you please ask your friend here to be a bit more polite! I assume Mr Reynard advised you of my arrival." Colin tried to hold the baggy shorts with one hand and used the other to greet the man coming down from above. In a way Colin found the situation rather amusing. "So you are the famous Colin. Not the sexiest outfit you have could have chosen tonight!" The man, probably in his early forties, met Colin with a handshake. "I'm Simon Senior," he said. "A good friend and companion of Monsieur Reynard. He just emailed me. He will be in Nice tomorrow, I understand!" "That's right. I have my car just over there!" Colin pointed and forgot to hold the shorts up. The result was that the baggy shorts ended up on the deck around his ankles. No underwear and Colin had all of a sudden stripped in front of the two men. He was completely naked in front of two strangers. Simon was one huge smile. "I can understand why the public all over Europe fancy your body, young man! You better find him a robe, Jack, before people gather for a private show here." Colin looked round and tried to cover up. A group of people had already gathered by the yacht. The huge black car wasn't far away and Castro waved to Colin. Colin and Castro, both more properly dressed now, were served champagne on the front deck. Simon Senior, himself, was their only company, while a small crew was responsible for their welfare. The visitors had received their guest cabins and had even taken a quick shower. "We'll serve you the best seafood from the area, and since you are not too familiar with these coasts, we will take you on a small evening cruise. Please be seated." The man saw that Castro hesitated. "Don't worry about the car, Castro. Jack will park it safely for you and he will also pick up Mr Reynard at the airport tomorrow. I understand you two will have the morning off for some swimming and tanning." The yacht left the harbour and Simon pointed out the directions. "You have Nice over there and you have now an excellent view of the Old Town, the Picasso museum, and the road along the old ramparts. We'll pass neighbouring Juan-les-Pins, and then head towards Cannes and the nearby Lerins Islands soon. More champagne, gentlemen? The food will be served very soon." Simon gave a signal and two young men entered shortly afterwards with a huge selection for the evening meal. Two hours later and the yacht headed into a silent bay outside the red mountains of L'Esterel. "The weather is perfect so we will anchor the yacht here for the night. The front deck is all yours, gentlemen. My staff and myself will see you in the morning. Feel free to go and swimming from the lower deck whenever you wish." "Thank you, sir. You're the best host ever." Colin placed, as if by accident, a hand on Simon's bare knee. "It's always been a dream of mine to swim in the evening light. My dear Castro, born and raised on the pampas, is not into swimming so maybe you would join me, sir. I assume swimming alone at night isn't wise." The hand was still on the man's knee and Simon did nothing to remove it. "Let's meet on the lower deck in some minutes. I'll tell my men to pull down the diving board." Simon was one huge smile. Colin, dressed in a white bathrobe, hugged Castro goodnight. "I saw you wink at the youngest waiter. Go for an evening drink now!" Colin almost pushed the huge South American out of the cabin. "I'll check out this Simon, okay?" "Be careful, Colin. Could be sharks out there." Castro sounded serious. "I'm too small Castro, just a mouthful!" Colin wasn't sure if Castro enjoyed the joke. Simon Senior, also dressed in a white robe, waited on the lower deck. Without hesitation, Colin stripped off his robe. He was completely naked and stood in front of the French man without shyness. The man opened his robe to show that he sported tiny white swimbriefs. "Sorry that I thought�" Colin suddenly didn't know what to say. He went up to the man and placed his hands on the man's hips. The man, about 15 cm (6 inches) taller than him, was shining in the lights from the lanterns. His upper body was smooth, no body hair, and there was no trail down from his navel. The man, probably in his forties, was still athletic. Colin put fingers in the waistband of the swimsuit and was about to undress him. The hot situation made Colin's dick rise. The small erection and the hard balls threw shadows on the white walls. "You think Mr Reynard would approve?" the man suddenly whispered in a hoarse voice. Colin watched how the man's bulge grew. "What the fuck!" Colin was suddenly sorry for his bad language. "Mr Reynard is not my Daddy. I'm my own boss, sir. We swim first and make love afterwards or the opposite?" Colin grinned and pulled down the man's bikini. The cock was a beauty, half-hard, quite big balls, and just a small strip of black pubic hair. "May I suck you, sir? I am very curious about this beauty!" Colin pulled the man's foreskin back and sniffed the plum-like cockhead. The man's cock lifted without being touched. "Go on, son. All Mr Reynard has told me seems so be correct!" Simon placed his hands on Colin's shoulders and pushed him down on his knees. Without hesitation Colin took the dark brown cock into his mouth. The 18 cm (7 inch) beauty fitted him perfectly. He licked the cockhead, and he licked the shaft from one end to the other. "Let me now, son!" Simon lifted Colin and placed him with his legs spread on a pile of lifesaving equipment. Without hesitation, the man almost swallowed both the cock and the balls while he fingered the entrance to Colin's back door. The situation was so hot that Colin started to tremble. This man was doing a great job on him. But he was not ready to cum, and he really wanted that evening swim. "We do some swimming now, sir?" Colin let his body touch the deck. "Castro warned of sharks, but?" The youngster walked onto the diving board and made a very professional dive into the Mediterranean Sea. From the porthole in the guest cabin Castro watched Simon follow Colin in another excellent dive. One set of hands played with Castro's nipples, while another set of hands gave him the hottest ball-massage he could dream of. Just now he was happy for not being a swimmer. "I have heard a lot about you, but nobody has told me what a great swimmer you are." Colin and Simon hung side by side on the entrance ladder. "To swim naked in the sea like this is almost like a full body massage!" Colin's body touched the man's. "It's like being fucked by the elements - a sort of complete freedom." Simon used a strong arm to lift Colin up in front of him on the ladder. When the boy spread his legs to climb, Simon had full view of Colin's lower body. He was still fully erect after the swim and the marks after the whip the day before were less visible. Simon placed Colin inside a huge towel and without asking he started to dry him. He worked every part of his body and he was very pleased when Colin spread his legs and gave him full access to his arse crack and to his hard balls. When he pulled Colin's foreskin back and used the towel on the cockhead the boy could hardly stand. "Please fuck me, sir, please!" Colin suddenly whispered. "I need a real man-cock inside my pussy, and I can feel you are ready sir." Colin cupped the man's very obvious erection. Simon swallowed. "But I thought Castro was�" He stopped himself. "Aye, Castro is a great lover, a fucking good one, but not tonight, not the day before a show where I have to show my naked bum. I wish you could cream up my sore butt too, sir. I have some special�" Colin's mouth was met by a hard and wet kiss. "Let's use the boss's cabin then. Since Reynard is not here and you represent him, isn't it so?" Simon grinned. "Reynard owns this yacht?" Colin asked. There was a lot he didn't know regarding his mentor's business. "Owned by a consortium based in the Bahamas!" Simon carried Colin in his strong arms and placed him on the huge double bed. "Forget about business now, boy. Just think of me as your lover for tonight - a lover who will please every part of you!" Simon threw the towels away. Mirrors on all the free walls and in the ceiling showed every part of the two naked bodies. Colin's dark hair was still partly wet, but he let his body dive into the soft bed material. "Too girly for me!" Colin pulled aside the pink and baby blue covers. "I want you to fuck me hard, Simon. Fuck me damn hard, please. Make me cum, and go on fucking me, even if I struggle, and make me cum again. But let me prepare you first and please turn off the security cams." The young body invited the taller man to the love-bed. With both hands, Colin grabbed the dark veiny cock and worked it to full erection in seconds. With an open mouth and almost wild eyes, he swallowed the cock and managed to take it all the way without coughing. "Good boy, good boy!" Simon was far away. He was happy for the treatment, but also a bit horrified by the youngster's intensity. The situation, the complete nudity and the sensual set-up made Colin lose some of his normal control. Simon found a tube of lubricating jelly. "You have been in here before," Colin thought. Simon handed the tube to Colin who immediately started to grease up the weapon. "Let me, let me!" Simon turned Colin around. "I don't want to hurt you. Take it easy, man. I'll fuck the brains out of you, but let me open you first. I'm not as small as you imagine. Compared to Castro I'm a teen but I know how to handle a tight boy-cunt!" Colin went down on all fours, spread and lifted his butt, and placed his head down on a pillow. He was ready - he was dripping ready. A long thread of clear slime dripped from his erection down onto the silky cover. Simon spat into the partly open cunt. Then he started to lick and suck. The salt from the sea and the young odour was heavenly. Soon an experienced tongue played inside the tight cunt. "You like my pussy, or are you just pleasing me?" Colin grunted. "You have a pussy like a young teen and you behave like a slut!" Simon grinned. "And I love both sides of you." He greased up three fingers and pushed them inside Colin without warning. A howl from the boy was followed by a "Yes, yes, yes!" Simon found the prostate and gave Colin a massage until the pre-cum dripped like spunk. "Please sir, fuck me now. I want all of you inside me, please. And let me give you some pleasure back, just ride me, hurt me if you like but make me cum!" Colin felt the pressure from Simon's rock-hard cock. He teased him first, then he opened and pushed backwards. The situation was crazy when Simon almost without knowing bottomed his 18 centimetres (7 inches) in one single thrust. And he did not wait - he did it again, and again without stopping, very raw and very hard. "Yes, yes, I'm cumming, cumming, cumming!" Colin sprayed his huge load of boy-milk hands-free all over the luxurious bedsheets. Simon did not comment. He just turned Colin around, lifted his legs upon his shoulders, and mounted him again. A lace pillow under the sore butt, and Colin was ready for another ride. *** "Did you have some fun last night, Castro?" Colin was suntanning on the front deck of the huge yacht. Castro dropped his shorts and laid down beside his young friend and temporary lover. The white Scottish body, even with some tan lines after hours in the French sun, was very different from the dark-skinned pampas cowboy beside him. "All the fun I wanted, Chico!" Castro grinned. "These sailors know about more than serving breakfasts! And you - ready with drained balls for the show today? Reynard and the chairman will be here in two hours. We are to meet them in Cannes. Back to work again now, young man." Castro let his huge hand follow Colin's spine from the neck down to his butt. Colin purred like a large cat when he turned around. His erection was wet with excitement. "Wish we could stay the rest of the day, but okay, I look forward to Cannes too. I'll do my best. But now I want a final swim." He stood up and waved to some ladies in a passing boat. He had also seen people with binoculars on the smaller yachts that had arrived in the bay during the morning. In his birthday suit, Colin now ran down from the front deck, greeted the two sailors that looked a bit surprised, blew a kiss to the captain on the bridge, and dived into the Mediterranean Sea. *** The beach promenade `Pointe de la Croisette' was filled with thousands of spectators when a strange parade passed near the seashore. Young men in bathing gear were passing on windsurfing boards. Some were standing like gondoliers with long paddles, some used the surfing boards like kayaks and some just used the boards as if they were surfing. More than thirty young beauties presented the new collection of `JustColin' summer wear. Colin himself had a special float assisted by two local beauties. Dressed in the sexiest outfit of the day, a tight golden jockstrap, he was followed by the local and the international press. The young man was about to become an even bigger `name' in the fashion world. The parade ended at the small, but very famous, public beach next to the Palais des Festivals. The small beach, where the international stars show off their bodies during the Cannes Film festival, was now filled with boys and young men. The huge orchestra in front of the Palais accompanied the youngsters as they arrived from the top of the purple-coloured stairs. Slowly they walked down and placed themselves in a fan shape. The whole of the stairs had suddenly become a stage. A trumpet fanfare was heard and a spotlight, even in full daylight, followed the almost naked Colin who was seen at the top of the stairs. He walked slowly down to the middle of the stairs and then stopped. The applause was tremendous. Another fanfare was heard and two men dressed in white, Mr Reynard and Simon Senior, walked down to the middle of the stairs. Colin was overwhelmed. He did not hear Reynard's speech and he did not listen to his latest lover who had fucked him senseless just some hours earlier. He just concentrated on being professional. No boner, no wet spots for the press this time - just a hot teenage-looking body dressed in the tiniest swimwear you could ever imagine. *** It was almost midnight when all the different parties ended. Colin was tired and he missed his Bill, even though they had chatted on the net three times during the day. "Castro will drive me to Nice tonight as I have a business meeting there early tomorrow morning." Reynard had an arm around Colin outside The Casino. "You can come with me if you wish, or you can take the yacht back to Antibes. Castro and I can pick you up tomorrow lunchtime and drive us both home." Colin chose to travel on the yacht. With his hands filled with gifts, wine and flowers he was soon with Castro in the black limo. Ten minutes later the car stopped at the fashionable marina where `Andrea' was waiting. The walkway was down, but there were few lights and no music. Colin waved off the car and went onboard. He was met by a dark shadow. "Are you ready to kick me off like yesterday?" Colin grinned. The huge bear - Jack, the security guy - almost filled the walkway. "Please, honey. I'm so sorry for yesterday. Nice to see you tonight. I watched your show on the local TV channel. You are just�damn�sexy!" Jack was dressed very casually, in tight gym shorts and a white singlet. His biceps were glistening and his upper legs filled the tight shorts. Unlike many other bodybuilders, his bulge was also impressive. Colin stared and did not know what to say next. "You want a ride back to Antibes tonight?" Jack asked. "Aye, I would very much like a ride!" Colin answered. He wasn't sure the man understood the double meaning, but then he saw the white teeth in the huge grinning mouth. "You want a drink, honey?" Jack and Colin were alone in the lounge. "Senior - I mean the boss - called earlier tonight. He will meet us in Antibes tomorrow. So it's just the two of us, and the boys!" "Plenty for me!" Colin commented. For a short moment Colin wondered if he was too free now. "I'm always a bit down after big events," he continued. "A bit lonely too with my Daddy - my partner - being far away." "Take this!" Jack handed Colin a dripping cold glass. "A gin tonic will do you good. I guess you are legal!" Jack suddenly blushed in the sharp lantern light. "Yes, I'm legal, in every meaning of the word!" Colin sipped the glass. "Make yourself a drink too - my order on behalf of Mr Reynard!" Colin said. "May I sit in your lap?" Jack opened his arms and his lap seconds after he had poured a drink for himself. With searching fingers, Colin played with the huge man's body hair. The two young sailors were both on the bridge when the yacht left the Cannes marina. In the guest cabin, Colin rested on Jack's hairy naked chest. "May I ride you now, Jack, back to Antibes? You made my pussy so wet, and I think I can take that monster now. Colin climbed the muscular body and used both hands to open his boy-cunt. Very slowly he let Jack penetrate him with the thickest cock he had taken since the Danish Professor Thomsen had fucked him with his monster almost a year ago. To be continued

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Date: Thu, 2 Jul 2020 20:26:19 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin - Student and Model 8 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men. We would love to hear from you if you are enjoying this story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com Bill COLIN � STUDENT AND MODEL Chapter 8 (Asgeir and Qi) The sun was already high in the sky when Bill awoke on the Sunday morning. The morning lover had had a playful night and he was still feeling high. On his left side lay his usual companion, snoring gently with his face almost buried in Bill's armpit. On his right he had a lad closer to his own size that also tried to curl up against him. Kenny had an arm resting on Bill's hairy chest as if trying to hold him back in bed. Bill looked for the thin duvet. It had disappeared during the night. He guessed that the lads beside him tried to seek his body heat because the temperature in the room was rather low in this early hour of the morning. Without moving too much, Bill tried to lift Kenny's arm. He smiled when he looked at the two youngsters. Colin had his normal morning erection which was touching Bill's upper leg. Kenny was sleeping with his half-hard dick resting upwards. Bill knew that the weapon would be ready for renewed service at the lightest touch. In a teasing morning mood Bill let two fingers touch the naked sword. Seconds later there were three rock-hard cocks in the Sunday morning bed. "I have to piss," Bill thought. "And these lads will be asking for breakfast as soon as they have done their morning business." He managed to get out of bed, found the duvet on the floor, and covered the two sleeping youngsters. Colin changed from his light snoring to a sound that reminded Bill of a happy cat. Kenny's arm that had previously covered Bill's chest now lay across Colin's upper body. The coffee was ready and the bacon was about to fry when Bill heard two splashing and joking youngsters in the bathroom. Minutes later they hurried downstairs in the bathrobes they had used the day before. Bill hugged them both. "No hangover this morning?" he asked with a grin. He got two bright smiles back. "A lot of exercise last night. We burned a lot of calories, Dad. All fossil-free!" Colin was pouring coffee. "You think I could have a glass of cold milk, sir? That's my usual morning drink, you see," Kenny said. "Just help yourself from the fridge, son. I guess Colin will want some juice?" Bill looked at the nodding Colin. "What's your plan for today, guys?" Bill asked. All three were well satisfied after a nice filling breakfast. "We're going for a jog, Dad. You might come with us perhaps?" Colin asked. "I thought about showing Kenny the surroundings. Long time since I've been up the Bunker Hill and there's a good view from there." "You go on, kids. Too much of a climb for me! I think I'll use the morning to reply to Mr Reynard. He will be curious about your reaction, Colin." Both guys helped Bill to clean the table. "Your decision, Dad. Tell him no publicity, none whatsoever, and the raw material is ours, Dad. Stress that, please." Colin followed Kenny upstairs, and then he turned back to the kitchen. He found Bill and whispered, "You were great last night, Daddy. We don't need cams to make porn, do we?" Bill blushed, and gave his son a wet kiss. "And our love is not for sale!" Colin ended the embracement. "Please tell Monsieur Reynard to cut the scene from our bedroom. He will keep a copy for his own entertainment anyway. Makes up for many blue pills, don't you think?" Colin hurried upstairs where he met Kenny who was ready for jogging. *** "A wonderful view up here, I think!" Colin bent over the stone wall which had been built during the last war. "You can see the sea out there to the left, and the Isle of Arran on a clear day." Colin struggled to get his normal breathing back after the uphill run. As always Kenny had pushed him but Colin was the best stayer. Now he was breathless. Kenny coughed just behind him. "You have the Brickwall Estate down there!" Colin pointed. "And all the farmland around. If you look to the south, and far behind the church tower you can see our street. I love this view when the weather is dry like today." "Yes, I love this view, Kiddo!" Kenny squeezed Colin's round globe. He giggled like a girl. "But I love this part even more!" Kenny made a grip around the other buttock. "And I love the moist valley." Kenny let a finger follow Colin's arse-crack inside his thin jogging-shorts. Colin trembled from Kenny's teasing. Now he was standing close behind the shorter guy. "Have you ever been fucked up here, Kiddo?" Kenny whispered. "No, not fucked, but there's been plenty of action up here over the years. It was the scout leader's favourite place. You can survey all directions, you know." Colin did not turn away from the view even if Kenny now worked his erect nipples. "How many viewers do you have when you are fucked on stage, baby?" Kenny whispered again. Colin had told his buddy about his private shows while the two had jogged side by side out of town. "Twelve last time," Colin answered. "How many people live in this town?" Kenny asked. "Almost 8,000, as far as I know!" Colin moaned when Kenny squeezed his balls with one hand, and wanked his little stiffy with the other. "Would you like to be fucked in front of all eight thousand, Kiddo?" Kenny bit Colin's earlobe. "Aye, if I could find a partner that wasn't so damn shy!" Colin spread his legs and bent forward placing his upper body on the top of the stone wall. The shy guy stripped off his own shorts before he took care of Colin's. He let the sweaty, rock-hard cock follow `the valley'. Colin spread his legs even more and lifted his hips. He was ready for one actor in front of his hometown. "Go on, buddy. Be my stallion. Ride me, please. Be my master!" Colin encouraged his jogging partner. "I'm ready. I greased up at home, you see!" "So you planned to get fucked, Kiddo! Quite slutty today, eh?" Kenny spat in his open hand and moistened his long dick. Then he spat again and put two fingers into the waiting lad in front of him. He knew how to find Colin's love knot and he rotated his fingers inside. Colin lifted one leg like a dog and placed it on the stone wall beside his arm. He was as open as he could be. "I missed our morning fuck, Kenny. Dad was waiting!" Colin pushed back and met the 26 cm (10 inch) circumcised cock breaking through his sphincter. As always, he let Kenny rest a few seconds when he had bottomed him. Kenny used one hand to make a tight tunnel for Colin's cock. Then he started to move, first slowly, then wilder. Colin tried to calm down. He wanted this moment to last. To be fucked up here on the highest point above his hometown, by his straight roomy who looked upon Colin as a combination of little brother and girlfriend, was a dream. "Slow down Kenny, please. I want to drink your boy-milk today, all of it. Please, please." Colin's begging made Kenny to go on, even harder, but Colin lifted his body forward and turned around. The long cock filled Colin's mouth and the super-horny stud forced the cock down his throat. With tears and spit, he let his friend finish. "Take it! Fuck, take it! Fuck, fuck!" Kenny shouted. He withdrew from the throat, but let his cock stay inside Colin's mouth when he started his eruption. Again, and again, he filled Colin's mouth with spunk and the lad swallowed every single drop. In the end Colin used his tongue and lips to clean the greased beauty. Kenny was still wild when he lifted the smaller guy and placed him on top of the stonewall. "Let the whole town see your speciality!" Kenny teased. He gave Colin's cock some light spanks, and then some harder spanks! Colin placed his hands on his hips, pushed his cock forward, and jerked his inner body with his own trained arse muscles. "I'm cumming, Kenny. Take it, take it. I'm cumming!" Hands-free he shot his load and hit his friend's body, face and mouth. Without a hand on his pulsing dick, he drenched his smiling buddy. Kenny let Colin calm down a bit, and then he helped him to catch all the spunk from his own body. Together they shared the youngster's morning milk. The two athletes found their shorts and were standing with arms around each other when they heard a noise as if from another world. They turned around and saw the rusty bunker-door open slowly. The noise came from the ungreased hinges. A man in jogging gear entered the platform beside them. "Fuck!" Kenny said. "Damn!" was Colin's likewise intelligent comment. "Hi guys! Nice day!" The fair-haired man in his mid-forties came forward. "Sorry to disturb you." "How could you get inside, sir?" Colin asked. "It's been heavily locked up from the wartime. I've never seen it open." "Well, we have a key down at the estate and I was curious," the man commented. Kenny was standing in the background, blushing. His eyes were not meeting the man who suddenly had a big smile. He gave Colin his hand. "You must be Colin. I've heard about you. I'm Asgeir, the new horse manager at the estate. I'm replacing my cousin Torgeir who has gone back to Iceland." The tall man had a firm handshake. Kenny met him the same way. He even managed a shy smile. Colin was not upset by this man knowing all about him. If anything he was rather offensive. "So you're the Icelandic the local newspaper called Mr Ragnarson." Colin smiled. "I guess your father is Ragnar then. Asgeir � your parents must have wished you well, naming you after both a god and the spear of a warrior � really something, eh?" Colin was deep into his area of academic study. The man was the one to be confused now. Colin looked the man up and down. His bulge was impressive and so were his upper arm muscles. "How do you know my name, sir?" Colin asked. The man hesitated and stammered a bit. "Eh, Mr. Granville has talked about you, and I saw your car in the garage the other day." The man was clearly uncertain about how much to reveal. "Could you show us inside, sir? I've never been into this bunker even though I've been up here quite often during the last five years." Colin was teasing now. He was sure Asgeir Ragnarson was not alone. He had seen a shadow passing the open-air valve when the door was opened. "Qi! Colin and his friend want to see the bunker. Is that okay?" Asgeir shouted. A blushing Chinese guy was seen in the entrance. "Hey Qi. No need to hide, my friend. Kenny and I are just up here for the nice view. And you are giving Asgeir some guiding assistance, I guess." Colin felt sorry for the 22-year-old junior butler and chauffeur from the Brickwall Estate, a lad he had met on many occasions. Colin and Kenny entered the room, 4x4 metres in size, and looked around. The smell told of its history, both new and old. "Thank you, guys. We'd better get back to town. I guess you guys will take the direct path home." Colin grinned. "Nice to meet you, Asgeir. And good to see you again, Qi. See you around!" Asgeir went out first. Qi was suddenly very close to Colin and whispered, "Please don't tell Mr Granville, Colin! Please!" Colin gave the Asian lad a broad smile. "Good to have some secrets, eh?" He hurried outside. "Did they see our small show, Kiddo?" Kenny asked when the two started their fast run downhill. "I hope they did. You were great, Kenny. I'm sure young Qi got a horse-cock today too!" He tried to be the first in the race downhill. *** Colin was hungry as a wolf when he entered the kitchen after a shower. Kenny had just phoned. He would be back from Mr Morrison in a few minutes. His car was fixed. "Have you met Brickwall's new horse-manager, Dad? He was at Bunker Hill with Qi this morning." Colin emptied a bottle of sparkling water. He was still warm after the morning's exercise. "Aye, I met him at the pub last week. He'd just arrived, I think." Bill went on preparing some salad to accompany the pies that would soon ready to be served. "Quite a hunk that Asgeir!" Colin commented. Bill rolled his eyes. "Be careful. Rumours say that his predecessor had to leave after an orgy in the barn up there, something with ropes and stuff." "Isn't that a common Brickwall Estate occurrence?" Colin grinned. A car was heard in the gravel outside. He changed the topic. "Any news from Reynard about my private shows?" "He will offer us two alternative weekends. The first show will be at a private residence south-west of Paris owned by a previous�customer." Bill smiled. "Reynard was satisfied with your decision regarding the teaser tape." "My decision? You're my manager, Daddy. Are you happy with this?" Colin smiled and went to look for Kenny. "I am, son. Reynard said that Kasim had found me sexy!" Bill grinned. Now Colin rolled his eyes. "Hurry up, Kenny. Clean up your oily hands as lunch is almost ready!" Colin followed a shirtless Kenny upstairs. "How was Mr Morrison today? You had to pay him the usual way?" Colin punched his friend's arm muscle. "The man is growing old, Kiddo. But he's a marvellous rimmer! My ass is sore from his tongue-play!" Kenny hurried into the bathroom. "Do we have some more of the African cream, Dad? Kenny needs some for his baby-bum," Colin shouted. "Please set the table, Colin. I'll take care of the kid's butt!" Bill hurried upstairs. *** The three had a lazy afternoon. Bill had apparently been reading a Sunday magazine, but the reality was that he had taken a nap on the sofa. The two youngsters had been playing some of Colin's old computer games, and been as kid-like as two young students could be. The temperature and the action increased and Colin stripped off his t-shirt. Soon afterwards Kenny got rid of his clothes too. He even stripped off his shorts. At last the two were dressed just in small sport jocks. Teasing and joking made the game move from the screen to reality. Soon the two were play-fighting and wrestling on the sofa, until they fell down on the floor and continued the game. "Why don't you two move to the playroom instead of tearing down the house?" Bill was back to life from his upside-down magazine. "Show Kenny some of the positions we plan for the bdsm show in a few weeks. I'll join you soon, just want to find some suitable clothes. "Why can't we see you in the loincloth we borrowed from Anton?" Colin said. "We had planned to hand it back to him this morning, but he's out of town. Hope you will thank him for us!" Colin and Kenny hurried into the play-room. A strange pillory was the only new item since Kenny's last visit. An old wooden pole went from the floor almost to the ceiling. Chains were bolted to the pole. One of the chains ended in a metal collar with a padlock, while the other chains ended in handcuffs. "This strange pillory is from outside a Norwegian stave church. It's a Viking thrall collar," Colin told Kenny. "If you had raped a girl and couldn't pay the fine, or if you had committed minor sins, you were placed here for shame. The congregation was allowed to punish you but only the police were allowed to use a whip. Being spat on was probably as humiliating as caning." "I have `raped' you today, and I have no money, Kiddo," Kenny said. "So maybe you have to lock me up." The naked Kenny went up to the pole and placed his back to the wood. Colin cuffed both hands to the chains and then placed the collar around Kenny's neck. By choosing the length of the chain, you could give the prisoner the possibility to move, but not sit down. You could also tighten the chains so that the poor devil was almost strangled. Kenny got reasonable freedom. Kenny was a miserable sight when Bill entered the playroom dressed in Anton's Tarzan uniform. "How are you, boy? Do you confess your sins?" Bill tried to sound serious. He went up to Kenny and played with his body. He teased his nipples, he stroked his buttocks, and he leaned forward and kissed him lightly. "I heard a story from the man who sold me this." Bill grinned. "A young man was punished with a 24 hour stay, and since he was a servant he had to stay naked. After some hours, and when people had left him alone, a new born calf came up and started to suck him. In the beginning the boy was happy and gave the calf his milk, but after many hours and many calf-meals he fainted in the chains. He was found by the clerk who thought the boy was punished enough, and released him." "What happened to the calf?" Kenny grinned too. "The storyteller didn't say!" Bill looked at Colin. "We have a calf here, haven't we? Go on now, get your milk!" The calf on the floor was easy to ask. Soon the master sucker knelt in front of the prisoner and got him back for the `rape' at the hill-top in the morning. Kenny had his first orgasm in the playroom. He howled like a beaten prisoner. Colin swallowed the first shots but kept some spunk in his mouth. He played with the cum, and creamed it, before he stood on his toes and fed the prisoner some of his own milk. "Your turn, kid!" Bill placed Colin in the collar after letting Kenny go. Bill had to change the length of the chain or Colin could have been strangled. Suddenly Bill changed his attitude. Very serious, he looked at Colin and then at Kenny. "Never, ever leave a guy alone in something like this. This is for play - only play - guys. Nothing else. You take care, okay. No stupidity?" "Now back to action, Kenny. See if you can stop the pre-cum dripping from this kid. You have a soft weapon here." He handed Kenny a cock-whip. Kenny hesitated. "I know you are not into this business, Kenny, but Colin will tell you what to do!" Bill winked at his son. "Go on!" "Tease my nipples with it, Kenny, please. Just hit my stiff one hard enough to make me yell. Come on!" Colin put on a very suffering face. "Bad acting, son! Be hard with him Kenny, beat him!" Bill played with his own manhood, just partly covered by Anton's loin-cloth. Kenny increased the intensity. Colin's chest was turning red. "Look at his dick. He loves your treatment. He's dripping pre-cum. Let me taste!" Bill leaned forward and used his tongue to lick the glans. Colin whined at the rough treatment. "Hit my balls, Kenny, and let the whip play with the cock. Make me cum, please buddy. Make me give you my dessert, please, please." Colin pushed his hips forward and let Kenny hit him with the whip. The stiff cock soon turned dark red and the balls shrunk. "Harder! Do it harder, Kenny! I need to cum. I must. I must! Please suck me, Kenny. Eat me!" Colin's eyes were wild. Kenny handed the cock-whip to Bill and knelt down in front of his friend. The signals from Colin were very clear. He wanted the cock inside Kenny's lips. At the same time Bill went up to Colin and put the handle of the cock-whip into his mouth. "Suck it, son! Prepare it for your tiny cunt!" Bill commanded. With one hand he spread Colin's buttocks. Bill then spat on the handle and used it like a dildo in Colin's open tunnel. Colin whined, arse-fucked by his dad, and sucked by Kenny. Colin tried not to cum. He wanted this crazy excitement to last. He couldn't remember the last time he was so horny. When Bill used his free hand to squeeze the nipples, Colin had to loosen the muscles he had locked around the backdoor intruder. The problem was that beside controlling his cumming he also had to control his need to pee. He had been close for a long time now. Bill rotated the whip-handle and Kenny tried to swallow the active cock. "I'm cumming!" Colin shouted. "Take it, buddy, take it. I'm cumming!" He closed his eyes, pulled his head backwards and breathed through his open mouth. The first spurt hit Kenny's palate and so did the second. The untrained cum-eater had to swallow, but when he closed his mouth, the rest of the white shots landed on Kenny's face and head. The white eruption had just ended when the yellow stream started. The still stiff cock spread the pee around. "Move, Kenny, or I'll piss you down!" Colin shouted. "Let it go! Give me your golden juice, sweet as honey, Kiddo!" Kenny let Colin drench him. It wasn't the first time the two had been involved in piss-games, but Kenny was usually the giver. He felt a bit miserable when he looked at Bill. The situation made Bill leave the handle like a tail in Colin's arse. The horny man pulled off the loin-cloth and showed Kenny an already lubed cock. His plan had been to fuck the boys in the swing, but the event in the `thrall collar' had been very exciting. "Bend down, Kenny. Embrace Colin's hot body and spread your legs. Wide, boy, wide! Give me room and push back." He spanked Kenny's buttocks with an open hand. "Don't pinch like a virgin, boy! I've fucked you before, open up!" Bill watched the hairy rosebud loosen and made a fast entrance inside. The action was followed by a howl from Kenny. "Easy Daddy, easy! My straight prince is used to smaller toys up his arse!" The locked-up Colin grinned. In a pond of cooling liquid Kenny got his rear entry filled up. He was suddenly silent. "You okay, Kenny dear?" Bill caressed the body with caring hands. "I'm ready, sir! Okay if I do like Kiddo?" Without waiting he started to empty his bladder. The strange contraction made Bill re-start his pounding, hard and rhythmically. Every time Bill was fully inside, Kenny moaned gently, but soon Bill increased the speed. Bill bowed as if he rested on the youngster's back. Then he found Kenny's balls with one hand and his cock with the other. "You do the job, Kenny. Please yourself and please me," Bill whispered. Kenny went on. He fucked Bill's hands while he moved up and down on the spear that filled him. After just some minutes Kenny started to whine like a girl. Without a word he filled Bill's cupping hands with his second spunking that Sunday afternoon. The new contraction helped Bill over the edge too. With a smile from Colin, Bill filled up his son's straight roommate. Kenny hadn't yet managed to rise when Colin shouted again. "Wank me, Kenny. Please wank me. I'm cumming again. I'm cumming!" Colin's this time clearer liquid streamed down Kenny's hands. The two shared the result with tongues and lips. Still close together the two were hit by a cold water jet. Bill used a water hose to spray the youngsters who howled like pigs. The short action ended. "Unlock him, Kenny. You find all you need by the shower � even warm water!" Bill grinned. He continued to clean the floor. *** Monday afternoon, and the weather was brilliant. Colin dressed in a tight white singlet and a blue high-cut running shorts was outside Professor Thomsen's building just on time. Colin looked at his watch. He knew his new teacher was a man of punctuality. Almost within seconds the professor met his young student on the pavement. Dressed in a singlet like Colin's, and wearing tight black compression gear, he looked much younger than his late thirties. The huge bulge in the tight gear caught Colin's attention. "Do I have your approval?" Professor Thomsen grinned. Colin blushed. "I've never tried those compression shorts." He tried to excuse his staring. "Must be tough on your nuts, sir." Colin grinned back. "Not bad, young man. Controls your tool, you know?" The man ran off in front of his student into the park. Soon they were close to the river. Side by side they jogged along the riverbank � an odd couple � the tall bearded man that moved very gracefully despite being muscular and the very light-running swimmer beside him, twenty cm (8 inches) shorter in height. "I was very happy with our discussion today, Colin. I hope you will assist me at the university's open day on Saturday. We have room for some new students in our class." Mr Thomsen turned to Colin while continue running. "So I'll be your bait, sir!" Colin sent a smile back. He was very happy. "I'm very pleased, sir. I have planned to stay in town for the weekend, so of course I'll accompany you � an honour, sir! "First to the top, sir!" Colin accelerated. "First to strip for a tan!" Professor Thomsen followed lightly. To be continued

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Date: Fri, 8 Nov 2024 11:07:19 +0000 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin - Student and Model 83 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men. We would love to hear from you if you are enjoying this story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com Bill COLIN - STUDENT AND MODEL Chapter 83 (A medical examination - Jacob and Joshua) Bill was chatting to Colin and mentioned that he had bumped into Dr Finlay when he was in town that afternoon. "He reminded me that he hasn't seen you for a while and suggested that you come in for a check-up." Colin laughed. "A check up or a fuck? I know how visits to him always end up." "Have you ever complained?" Bill asked. "Of course not. Sex with him has always been good, especially when it follows an interesting - if sometimes painful - in-depth examination," replied Colin. "I have had some hot sessions with him and old Doctor Cameron." "He has a new assistant. A young man who would love to meet and examine the famous JustColin," said Bill. "Doctor Finlay wondered if you might agree to him sitting in." "Dad, you know I love getting naked in front of men," responded Colin. "Tell Doctor Finlay that his new assistant can take part in whatever he has planned." Bill chuckled. "Doctor Cameron has retired now but I suppose you'd be happy for him to be there as well." "The more the merrier," said Colin. "It's been a while since I've had a gang-bang." *** An appointment was arranged for 5.45pm on the following Friday afternoon. Everyone apart from the three doctors would have gone home by then. Colin wasn't sure he would be fit to drive after the `medical examination' so he took a train from Glasgow and was picked up at the station by Bill. "I'm really horny," he told Bill after they hugged and kissed inside Bill's car. "Kenny wasn't happy at having to make do with a blowjob this morning when I told him I was saving myself for hot sex with you this afternoon. I didn't mention the doctors." Bill smiled. "He probably wouldn't approve. You're still keen though, aren't you?" "Very keen! I have been leaking pre-cum on and off all day," replied Colin. "I just wish Reynard was present with a film crew to record it all." Bill laughed. "I don't think the doctors would ever allow that." "Probably not," smiled Colin. Bill parked the car a short distance from the surgery and the pair entered through the side entrance as agreed. Dr Finlay was waiting inside. "How is my sexiest patient?" he asked. Colin smiled at the man and thought he still looked fit and very distinguished. Dr Finlay - Donald to his friends - was now 61. The 178 cm (5ft 10in) tall man had the same silvery-grey hair and the same friendly smile that Colin remembered. "I'm happy to see you again. It has been too long since the last time," he replied. Donald nodded. "Did Bill tell you that I have a new assistant that's keen to meet you?" "He did and I assume he's gay and not easily shocked," replied Colin. "You and old Doctor Cameron are two of the kinkiest men I know." "Less of the old!" Colin turned around to find Dr Andrew Cameron smiling at him. Beside him stood a tall, ginger-haired young man in a white coat. "Allow me to introduce Doctor Derek MacPherson," said Dr Cameron. Colin decided that the new doctor was probably in his late-twenties as he walked over to meet him properly. "Good to meet you, Doctor MacPherson." "Please call me Derek and yes, I am gay." The young man smiled. "It's a real pleasure to meet the famous JustColin. I have fancied you for a while and can hardly believe I am about to see you totally naked." Colin grinned. "I hope you're going to do more than just look at me." "I definitely want to have sex with you!' Derek said. "I'm a novice when it comes to some of the things Andrew and Donald have talked about doing with you in the past but I'm here to learn." "I think it's more them doing things to me rather than with me," smiled Colin. "Don't worry about hurting me though. I'm sure they explained that I'm a masochist." "We did," said Donald. "He knows that you particularly enjoy having your tits worked on." "You do have lovely big nipples." Derek smiled. "And a small cock," said Andrew. Colin frowned. "Shall we get started rather than just talk about it? I'm horny." "You wait here with Bill until we change into white coats," Donald told Colin. He and the two other doctors disappeared into one of the consulting rooms. "I assume you will just observe until the sex starts," Colin said to Bill. "Try to sneak a few photos of them working on me. Maybe we can talk to Reynard about me appearing in a `Nasty Doctor' video." "Colin, please come in," shouted Dr Finlay. Colin entered the room, knowing that the three men in white coats wore nothing else but their shoes and socks. The three doctors sat behind a desk. Colin noted that stirrups had been fitted to one end of the examination table and that it had been pulled away from the wall to allow all round access. There was a trolley in front of it with the instruments on it covered by a cloth. "Good afternoon." Colin stood in front of the desk and addressed the three doctors. Bill sat in the chair facing the desk. "You're here today for us to examine whether your health has been affected by your above average indulgence in gay sex," Dr Finlay began. "How many times a day on average do you have an orgasm?" "Probably three times on average," Colin replied. "That's good. Studies show that regular orgasms reduce the risk of prostate cancer," said Dr Finlay. "How often do you indulge in anal sex? Please state whether as bottom or top." "Usually twice a day but occasionally it can be a lot more, and always as a bottom," Colin said. "When you offer oral sex to your partners, do you swallow their ejaculate?" "Always," replied Colin. "I was told that it's full of protein." Dr Finlay nodded. "Correct. Last time we met, you said that you sometimes indulge in what is known as `watersports' and that you sometimes drink your partner's urine. Is that still the case?" "Yes, doctor but I only swallow the piss�I mean urine�of a small number of men," said Colin. "I allow others to release their golden fluid over any part of my body they wish." "Including your face?" Dr MacPherson asked. Colin smiled. "I wouldn't allow a total stranger to do that but a friend could do that if he wished. I don't know if it's true but someone told me it was good for my complexion. As you can see, I have smooth, clear skin." "I don't think that has been proved scientifically but you may carry on if it brings pleasure to you and your partner," said Dr Finlay. "When you offer oral sex to your partner, do you deep-throat? I mean, do you attempt to swallow the whole of your partner's penis?" Dr Cameron asked. Colin nodded. "Yes, sir. I want to give him as much pleasure as possible." "Does your oral service extend to rimming your partner?" asked Dr McPherson. "Yes, doctor," Colin replied. Derek MacPherson adjusted his stiff cock. "What's the biggest cock you have taken?" asked Dr Cameron. Colin smiled at the man using cock instead of penis. "About thirty centimetres (12 inches) long. It was pretty thick so it hurt quite a lot." "Ooh, that's well above average," Dr McPherson responded. "Yes. The biggest one I take on a regular basis is twenty-four centimetres (9.5 inches)," Colin said. He winked at Bill. "That's still well above average," said Dr McPherson. "Yes, but it feels wonderful to have it filling me up," smiled Colin. "Okay, I think that's all we need to know," said Dr Finlay. "Please undress and we will take some measurements." Colin looked around and saw that the screen he had used last time for a medical role-play wasn't available. "I will have to strip with them watching," he thought. He was already fully erect so he was more than happy at the prospect, especially getting to display himself naked to Derek for the first time. Colin faced the doctors as he undressed. They were all watching closely but Colin thought that Derek was almost drooling in anticipation. Colin smiled to himself when he dropped his jeans and Derek leaned forward to get a closer look at the tent in Colin's low-cut briefs. Derek let out an audible gasp when Colin pulled his briefs down and the rock-hard cock came into view. Derek tried to cover up by clearing his throat and saying, "You seem to have shaved off your pubic hair." "That's correct, Doctor," said Colin. "I never had a huge amount and a lot of men like seeing me smooth all over." "Perhaps you'd like to take the usual measurements, Doctor McPherson," said Dr Cameron. Derek banged his knee against the desk in his hurry to stand up. "Yes. Please come over here, Colin." Colin walked over to the weighing machine where his weight and height were called out to Dr Finlay. A tape was used to get his waist measurement and then Derek knelt to measure the length of Colin's stiff cock. "I would say 9.9 centimetres long," said Derek. "A fraction under 4 inches," he added for the benefit of sixty-six year old Dr Cameron who still often thought in feet and inches. "The circumference of the shaft is 11.5 centimetres or 4.5 inches. Maybe average thickness but smaller in length than average for an adult male," Derek concluded. "Quite a bit smaller, I would say," Dr Cameron muttered. "As I recall, his own cock wasn't very big," Colin thought to himself. "Time to get up on the examination table," Dr Finlay said. He stood up and came out from behind the desk, with Dr Cameron following him. "Now the fun begins," thought Colin. He climbed onto the examination table and lay down. He allowed his ankles to be fitted to the leather cuffs in the non-typical stirrups while his wrists were fitted to cuffs which had been hidden under the table. Bill stood further back but in a position where he could monitor what the men were doing. "Let's give Colin what he likes best and start with his nipples," said Dr Finlay. "Doctor MacPherson, you haven't examined Colin before. Would you like to begin? Derek used a fingertip to explore the erect nubs. "Tell me, Colin, do you ever lactate? Leak milk from your nipples, I mean." "No, doctor. I have read that it's possible for some men to produce milk but I have never done it," replied Colin. "Ouch!" The loud cry was the result of Derek pinching and then twisting one of Colin's nipples. Derek had immediately let go but Colin said, "That was unexpected but I liked it. Please carry out whatever exploratory treatment you feel is necessary." Derek proceeded to tug and twist Colin's nipples until Donald said, "He's leaking pre-cum now." The young doctor stopped to look at Colin's wet cockhead. Then he bent down to suck and bite each of Colin's nipples. Colin groaned and lifted his head but didn't complain. Derek smiled and winked when he stood up and looked at Colin. "I have dreamt of doing that since I first saw you topless in an advertising poster." "We should stick to using medical instruments," Dr Finlay told his younger assistant. He then turned to Dr Cameron and told him to proceed with whatever he considered appropriate. Andrew smiled and lifted the cloth covering from the trolley. Colin glanced towards it, saw a number of shiny stainless-steel items and quickly looked away. "I don't think you have had much experience of acupuncture, Dr MacPherson," said Dr Finlay. "Perhaps you would like to try it now." Colin wasn't too happy to hear about needles being used. "At least it's only fine acupuncture needles," he said to himself. "And I don't object to them being used on my tits." Derek smiled as he opened the container holding the sterilised needles and withdrew one. "I don't know what benefit these will bring when used on a patient's nipples but it will be interesting to find out," he said. "In Colin's case, it's likely to increase the rigidity of his penis, Dr MacPherson," Dr Finlay said. Colin watched the needle as it approached his right nipple and gritted his teeth when the young doctor pushed it through the erect nub. It hadn't hurt as much as he remembered but he was still a little nervous when a needle came towards his left nipple. He gasped but didn't complain when it penetrated the nub. "Any noticeable change to his penis?" Dr Finlay asked. Derek looked at Colin's cock and then squeezed it. "I don't think so. However it is still very stiff so obviously the needles haven't caused much discomfort." "Add another two needles," said Dr Cameron. Derek smiled as he picked up another acupuncture needle. Colin watched as it was inserted at a ninety degree angle to the one already in his right nub so that he ended up with an X through it. Bill took a photo as a second needle was inserted in the left nub and then asked if he could take a close-up of Colin's chest with his nipples pierced. The doctors moved aside while Bill took a couple of photos. Colin was smiling now because he knew that Reynard was likely to get copies for sale to any fans interested. "There doesn't seem to be any change," Derek MacPherson reported when he returned and squeezed Colin's cock. "I think he needs something a little more painful," said Dr Finlay. Derek removed the acupuncture needles and Colin was pleased that there was no sign of any blood. "Do you remember me using this type of clamp?" Donald held up a stainless-steel instrument to Colin. "It's is a towel clamp, used during surgery to clamp two or three pieces of material together." Colin looked at the tool with its serrated jaws and remembered how much it had hurt when the jaws sprung shut on his nipples last time. He frowned and said, "Yes, I remember. It hurt like hell." Dr Finlay nodded. "Are you willing to let Dr MacPherson use this type of clamp on your nipples?" Colin swallowed as he thought about it. "Yes, sir," he replied. He closed his eyes when Derek took the clamp from Donald Finlay and turned towards him. Bill wasn't too concerned because he knew that Colin could take heavy tit-torture but he was surprised at the loud scream when the clamp was shut on Colin's right nipple. Derek was surprised too but relieved to see that Colin was leaking more pre-cum. "Fuck!" was Colin's only response. He just groaned with the other towel clamp was attached to his left nipple. "There you go, Derek. Colin always said that pain on his nipples made him sexually aroused and you have now seen proof," Dr Cameron said. Derek smiled. "Yes, indeed. I have never met a masochist before so this is interesting." "He's not so keen on having his penis and testicles abused but he allows it," said Dr Finlay. "He loves having his anus stretched though." "Yes, by big cocks," added Dr Cameron. "As I recall, he didn't enjoy the speculum very much." He reached out and squeezed Colin's balls hard enough for Colin to gasp. "That's too bad. We need to demonstrate the use of a speculum on a boy's anus to Derek," said Dr Finlay. Colin knew that he would be opened up by a speculum at some point so he said nothing. Although Colin tried to hide his feelings, Bill could tell that he was enjoying having his body used as a plaything by the three doctors. "He will be thinking about all three men fucking him when the abuse is over," Bill said to himself. Derek reached out to Colin's stiff cock and used a finger to collect some of the pre-cum. He tasted and said, "The pre-seminal fluid tastes quite sweet." "Yes. I recall that he drinks quite a lot of pineapple juice. That could account for it," said Donald. Derek gave Colin's cock a few wanks and smiled as he saw more pre-cum ooze from the piss-slit. Then he pulled the foreskin back as far as he could, causing Colin to groan. "Is this painful?" he asked, trying to appear innocent. "Yes, doctor," Colin replied. "Hold the foreskin back like that while I insert a sound," said Dr Cameron. Colin watched as the elderly man picked up a stainless-steel sound with small ridges, applied some lube and then pushed the tip into his piss-slit. He groaned louder as it was pushed deeper into the urethra. Bill snapped a couple of photos after the doctor let go of the sound, leaving the end sticking out of the piss-slit. "How does that feel?" Dr Cameron asked Colin. "A bit uncomfortable," Colin replied. Dr Cameron tutted. "Only a bit? We need to use a thicker one." Colin realised that he should have said that it was painful but before he could say anything more Derek had taken hold of the sound and begun moving it up and down, fucking his cock with it. The ridges made it hurt a little more so he frowned and said, "Oh, that hurts." "I remember when you asked Bill to rub stinging nettles on your cock and balls," said Dr Finlay. "Having your cock fucked by a metal sound can't hurt as much as that." "Okay, the nettles were really sore but I prefer exterior cock torture," said Colin. "Using a cock whip for example." "We don't have a cock whip but I can rub some warming menthol cream on your cock and balls," said Dr Cameron. Colin thought that would hurt less than a thicker sound so he told the doctor to go ahead. He was soon to find out that the burning cream would be in addition to a thicker sound being inserted through his piss-slit. That was after Dr Finlay had put a blindfold on him. Bill looked on to ensure that the men didn't go too far. He knew when Colin was exaggerating and when he was genuinely in pain. Colin was soon whimpering as his cock was fucked by the thicker sound and the cream made his cock and balls feel as if they were burning. When his moans became louder, Bill called a halt. "That's enough cock torture. Let him rest before doing more." The doctors removed the sound, washed off the menthol cream and applied soothing cream to bring relief. Colin's cock was both clean and flaccid when the blindfold was removed. "Have you had enough for today or do you want some more?" Dr Findlay asked. "I am not leaving here until I have been well fucked," said Colin. "You can work on my boy-cunt now if you like." Dr Finlay smiled. "Okay but we will remove the clamps from your nipples first." The towel clamps were removed and the pain returned when the blood flowed back into his nipples. He howled and Derek applied some pain-relieving cream to them. Once Colin had calmed down again, Dr Finlay adjusted the stirrups to spread Colin's legs wider. "You haven't seen this part of Colin before, Derek," said Dr Finlay. "Go ahead and examine it." Derek ran his fingertips over Colin's arse crack. "It's very smooth. Is this natural or have you used some type of hair removal cream?" "It's natural, just like my hairless balls," replied Colin. Derek pushed a finger inside Colin's hole. "You're tight. I thought you would be quite loose after hearing about you being fucked regularly by big cocks." "I do exercises to stay tight," Colin explained. "Men like a tight cunt, don't they?" "Yeah, but we're going to stretch yours," said Dr Cameron. "Use a rectal thermometer to check his temperature, Dr MacPherson. We will use a speculum afterwards." Derek picked up the rectal thermometer, applied some lube and then inserted it. Colin moaned and asked, "Did it have to go so deep?" Derek smiled. "No, but I didn't think you'd want me to be gentle." He waited a minute and then removed it. "Thirty-seven point five degrees, normal," he said before adding, "Ninety-nine point six Fahrenheit, Dr Cameron." "Very good. I don't believe you've had much experience of using a speculum on young males, Dr MacPherson," said Dr Finlay. "None at all," Derek replied. "May I examine Colin with one?" "Please go ahead," Dr Finlay told his younger colleague. Derek picked up the stainless-steel speculum and lubricated the blades with KY jelly. He then spread Colin's arse cheeks open with his left hand while pushing the two rounded blades of the speculum into Colin's arsehole. Colin moaned as it went deeper. "Is it uncomfortable?" Derek asked. "Not too bad but it is cold," replied Colin. When the speculum was fully inside, Derek squeezed the handles and locked it open. "Does that hurt?" he asked. "Not really. I am used to taking thick cocks," Colin answered with a smile. Derek smiled back, lifted a torch and shone a light into Colin's rectum. "It looks fine. There are no tears in the lining or any other abnormalities. Would you like to see, Doctor Finlay?" Dr Finlay checked and confirmed that everything was healthy. "Good! Now you can all fuck me," smiled Colin. "All of us?" Derek never thought that would be possible. When Dr Finlay had told him that Colin's "medicals" usually ended with a fuck, he had assumed that only Dr Finlay would fuck Colin. Colin grinned. "Yes, all of you. I want you to go first since you're new. Oh, and I want to suck your cock first." Derek looked at Bill and Dr Finlay. Both nodded their agreement so he unbuttoned his white coat and presented his throbbing cock to Colin. Colin smiled when he saw the new doctor's cock. It wasn't thick but he estimated it to be about 23 cm (9 inches) long and the head was wet with pre-cum. He licked his lips and asked Derek to step closer. Derek held his cock in front of Colin's mouth. Another drop of pre-cum leaked out as the handsome young model he had fantasised about opened his mouth and licked the cock. Derek groaned. This was even hotter than his fantasies. Colin raised his head and took the cockhead into his mouth and sucked it. Derek groaned again. Colin used his tongue on the sensitive head and then took more of the cock into his mouth. He sucked it for a few moments and then let the cock fall from his mouth. "Why don't you lower this end of the bench? If you do that, my throat will be at a better angle for you to fuck my mouth." Derek didn't ask for permission. He simply lowered the end of the examination table and fed Colin his cock again. This time he was in control and the whole of his cock disappeared between Colin's lips. As an experienced cocksucker, Colin had no problem with the size of Derek's cock and relished having his mouth fucked. He hoped that Bill was taking a few photos. "I know that feels good but Colin will be very disappointed if you don't cum in his arse," Dr Finlay told Derek. "I really want to cum in that beautiful arse," Derek said as he pulled out and hurriedly moved to the other end of the bench. Colin's ankles were still in the stirrups so he was wide open for him. Derek remembered to use some lube before he pushed his cock slowly but steadily into Colin's tight arse. He smiled at Colin and said, "I have dreamt about doing this but never thought it would actually happen." Colin smiled. "It's happening and you can fuck me as hard as you like." Derek grinned, pulled his cock most of the way out and then pushed back in hard and fast. "That was nice," said Colin. "Now I want to feel you cumming inside me." Derek began fucking properly. His thrusts were rapid but not forceful - rabbit fucking Colin called it later. Colin enjoyed it though and Derek obviously did too because he only lasted about five minutes before he shouted, "I'm going to cum!" He whimpered and shuddered as he sent volley after volley of cum deep into Colin. Derek sighed and said, "Thank you, Colin. That was amazing," when he pulled out. "Ready for my cock now, young man?" Dr Cameron stepped forward holding his stiff 15 cm (6 inch) cock. "Yes, Doctor." Colin smiled and licked his lips. Dr Cameron took hold of Colin's head and fed him his cock. Dr Finlay smiled as he unbuttoned his coat and walked to the other end of the examination table. When Colin felt hands on his hips, he remembered that this doctor's cock was 20 cm (8 inches) long but a little thicker than Bill's. Donald Finlay watched Dr Cameron fucking Colin's mouth as he applied lube to his cock. He then pressed his cockhead against Colin's hole and pushed forward. Colin moaned around the cock in his mouth when his sphincter was breached but again hoped that Bill was taking photos. Donald paused for a few seconds and then rammed the full length of his cock into Colin's hole. There was a muffled groan from Colin before Donald began fucking Colin with hard but steady strokes. "This is hot," Derek said to Bill. "I don't suppose this is the first time Colin has taken a cock at both ends." "No, and he loves it," said Bill. Derek watched Bill taking some photos but said nothing. Dr Cameron stretched out to grab hold of Colin's tender nipples and tugged at them. Once again Colin let out a muffled groan. However both Bill and Derek saw more pre-cum dribble from Colin's throbbing cock so they knew he was enjoying himself. "I'm getting close," said Dr Finlay a few minutes later. "Give him your load and then I'll fuck him," responded Dr Cameron. Donald Finlay grunted as he finished with several really hard thrusts and then cried, "I'm coming!" as he deposited his load inside Colin. As soon as Donald pulled out, Dr Cameron hurried to take his place. His smaller cock slid in easily and he was soon pumping away. Having been fucking Colin's mouth for several minutes, it wasn't long until he added a third load of cum to Colin's well-fucked pussy. Colin wasn't satisfied though. When Dr Cameron pulled out, he called on Bill to come over. "You must be horny after watching that and I want your big cock inside me now," he said. Bill put his phone back in his pocket and then walked over to Colin. "You're insatiable," he said with a smile as he dropped his trousers and pushed down his boxer-briefs. He lubed his cock and rammed it in with a single brutal thrust. "Yes! You know what I want!" Colin cried. He had been close to the edge a few times but he needed Bill's thick 24 cm (9.5 inch) cock for full satisfaction. Bill was indeed horny so Colin got the rough fuck that he craved. After only a few minutes Colin cried out, "Here it comes!" before spunking off hands-free. Derek watched in amazement, impressed by Colin's ability to take four cocks one after the other and then cum without his cock being touched. The other two doctors smiled, already aware of Colin's sexual capabilities. "I'm cumming," Bill warned moments later. He moaned as he blasted off inside Colin who was smiling broadly. "Let me suck your cock clean, Dad," Colin said when Bill eased his cock out. Derek couldn't take his eyes off Colin. When Colin had finished his cleaning job, Derek told Colin that he was better than any porn star he'd seen. Colin smiled and thanked Derek but didn't tell him that he had appeared in a number of porn movies. Dr Finlay released Colin from the stirrups and the wrist cuffs. "You said earlier that you were still into `watersports'. Would you like a golden shower?" Colin smiled. "Yes, please." He was led to the shower in a room nearby where he knelt down and waited. Dr Finlay had asked about `watersports' because he needed to empty his bladder so he stepped forward first. Colin closed his eyes and very soon felt warm liquid fall on his chest. The stream became stronger as Dr Finlay directed it towards Colin's face. Derek knew about `watersports' but he'd never been involved in it. He was surprised to see Colin slowly turn his head from side to side and allow his face to be soaked by his colleague's steaming piss. Colin thanked Dr Finlay when he finished and smiled when he saw Dr Cameron approach. Once again he closed his eyes and accepted a piss-facial. Colin looked at Derek when Dr Cameron moved away and asked, "Doctor, would you like to give me your golden liquid?" Derek gulped. "I don't think I can," he said. Colin was disappointed but he turned to Bill and said, "I need a drink, Dad." Bill stepped forward and this time Colin opened his mouth. Colin knew that Bill's aim was good so he kept his eyes open. Colin gulped down a lot of Bill's piss but a fair amount ran off his chin onto his chest and his cock which was stiff once again. Colin thanked Bill when he was finished and turned back to Derek once again. "Are you ready to go now?" "Go on, Derek. He will be really disappointed if you don't," said Dr Finlay. Derek swallowed. He did need to pee but his cock was erect again. "I don't think I can when my cock is stiff." "I can pee with a stiff cock. It just needs a bit more concentration," said Colin. "Would you like to watch me?" Derek nodded and Colin sat down on the piss-wet floor of the shower. Taking hold of his stiff cock, Colin pointed it towards his chest. Moments later, a dribble of piss was released and that quickly turned into a steady stream. Colin lay back and directed the stream higher and into his mouth. He swallowed some, gargled some and then spat it out. Then he sprayed the rest over his face. Smiling at Derek, he asked, "Ready now?" "I will try," Derek replied. He stepped up to the edge of the shower and pointed his cock at Colin. Nothing happened at first. Derek closed his eyes and then moments later the piss started to flow. Derek smiled as he watched himself pissing over Colin. Colin smiled at Derek and closed his eyes, letting the young doctor know that he wanted some on his face. Derek redirected the flow and managed to wet most of Colin's face and some of his hair before his bladder was empty. "Thank you, Doctor. I enjoyed that," smiled Colin. Derek smiled. "I did too." "Time for you to get cleaned up and go home," Bill told Colin. He turned on the shower and Colin squealed because the water was cold at first. A short time later Colin was dressed and saying goodbye to the three doctors. "It's been a while since I've taken so many cocks in one afternoon. I really enjoyed it�oh, and some of the procedures which happened first." He shook Derek's hand last and said, "I hope to meet you again, Doctor." Derek smiled. "I'd like that too. In the meantime my fantasies about you will involve more than sucking and fucking." Colin laughed. "As you have learned today, I am into all kinds of kinky stuff." *** Colin had a restful weekend with Bill after the gang-bang on Friday afternoon. He was getting ready for bed on Sunday evening when he received an email from Jacob. He smiled and then told Bill, "Jacob's son is keen to meet me. I will see him at Jacob's house after finishing uni tomorrow." "Are you hoping that he will give you a blowjob too?" Bill said jokingly. "Of course not! He will get a handshake but he's not going to see me naked," replied Colin. Bill just smiled. He knew that Colin could easily be tempted to do more than shake hands if the man said the right things. Colin approached Bill and kissed him. "Forget about other men. You know you're the most important person in my life." He gave Bill a longer kiss and then said, "Make love to me." *** There was a fancy car parked outside Jacob's building when Colin reached it around 5.30pm the following afternoon. "That is probably Joshua's car," he thought. Jacob wasn't at the window looking out for Colin so that confirmed his suspicion that Joshua was in the house. Colin rang the doorbell and moments later he was face-to-face with a man bearing a resemblance to Jacob. "Hello, Colin," the man said. "I'm Joshua. Please come in." Colin went inside and greeted Jacob with a hug. "Good to see you, Jacob. I hope I haven't kept you waiting." "No. You're on time. My son arrived early." Jacob winked at Colin. "Please sit down." Joshua sat down opposite Colin and seemed too stunned to speak. "You can't say that I'm making up stories now, Joshua," said Jacob. "No," Joshua admitted. He looked at Colin as he continued. "Although I knew that you were at the university and might live nearby, it seemed unlikely that you could have met and befriended my father." He turned back to Jacob and added, "Sorry for doubting you, Papa." "I suppose it is unusual for university students to make friends with older people they meet by chance," said Colin. "I never had a grandfather growing up but I have always got on well with older men. Your father is an interesting character." Joshua nodded but again seemed unable to speak so Colin went on. "I understand that you are a JustColin fan." "That's correct. Probably one of your oldest fans." Joshua smiled. "Except for Papa, of course." "You might be surprised to know that I have a lot of mature male fans," said Colin. "They seem to like my boyish�charm." "Or your bum," smiled Jacob. "What do you think is my best feature, Joshua?" Colin asked. "Well, I like the whole package," replied Joshua. "Your handsome face, the smooth, swimmer's body and, as Papa says, you have a very nice bum." "Thank you." Colin grinned and turned to Jacob. "You have my permission to share that photo I sent to you showing my naked bum with Joshua." Len looked at Jacob. "You have a photo showing Colin's bum totally uncovered?" "Yes. I received that before I got to see the real thing," replied Jacob. He picked up his phone and started tapping. "There," he said and shut down his phone. Joshua's phone pinged to announce the arrival of an email. Colin watched with amusement as Joshua hurried to look at the photo. The man gasped. "Wow! That is beautiful." "Are you talking about my smile or my bum?" Colin asked. Joshua looked up and grinned at Colin. "Both!" "Don't go sharing it with anyone," Colin said. "Not even my husband?" Joshua asked. "You can show him but nobody else," replied Colin. "Thank you," smiled Joshua. He kept switching between looking at Colin and looking at the photo. "You can study it later," Jacob told Joshua. "Why don't you offer Colin a coffee or something?" Joshua put his phone away. "I apologise, Colin. Would you like a coffee, tea or maybe something else?" "No, thanks. I can't stay long," said Colin. "My flatmate will be expecting me home soon." "Oh! I thought you might have dinner with us," said Joshua. "Another time perhaps," responded Colin. "You need to spend some quality time with your father. I know you don't get the chance to visit him often." Joshua nodded. "Yes, I should visit more often." "Your father can tell me when you're coming again and I will try to arrange a longer visit then." Colin stood up and held out his hand. "It was nice to meet you." "Lovely to meet you, Colin," Joshua said as they shook hands. Colin turned to wink at Jacob. "I will see you soon. You can tell me about the dinner I have missed. It's Kenny's turn to cook this evening so it's likely to be pasta." Jacob laughed. "I'm sure it will be good whatever it is. Take care." Colin left with a smile on his face. "I hope that Joshua will make an effort to visit Jacob more often," he thought. To be continued

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Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2002 22:03:36 -0800 From: Pete in Los Angeles Subject: dorm-domination-5 Dorm Domination Chapter 5 Alex's Shopping Trip by SailboyLA@hotmail.com Disclaimers: * Don't read this if it's illegal to read this where you live. * This is a story about men having sex. If you don't want to read this, go elsewhere. * The characters aren't having safe sex because this is fantasy. Please use condoms when you have sex. * Post this story freely and widely, but please include my email credit if you do. * * * * * >From Chapter 4: "Shoot in my crack, dipshit!," Mike said. I brought my cock up to his ass and continued shooting my second load onto it, his cum still stuck to my face. After I was finished, I continued eating, content as a cat with a saucer of milk. Mike was right. He had changed me forever. After Mike had me eat all of our cum, we got dressed. "I'm glad I faked that ham string pull to get out of practice early," he said. I thanked him for setting up this afternoon. "There's more of those to come, my friend," he said. We left the room and turned the corner, going into an office with the coach - a huge stud in his own right - sitting behind the desk. "Here's the guy I was telling you about, Coach," Mike said. "He's really eager to be our new equipment manager. I've just been showing him the ins and outs of the equipment room." I blushed and smiled and shook the coach's hand and before I knew what was happening, I was appointed to be the keeper and cleaner of all equipment worn by the entire wrestling team. * * * * * Chapter 5 - Alex's Shopping Trip The coach took to me right away. He gave me the team's workout schedule and the times I needed to be there. Mike was grinning at me the whole time. At one point when the coach was showing me around, Mike leaned over to me and whispered, "You're gonna like this more than you know, whore." As Mike and I walked back to our room together, Mike's cell phone rang. "When are you gonna get here?," he asked of the person on the phone. After he got his answer, he said, "Cool. Ask my roommate if you need anything. See you tonight." Mike turned to me. "I have to go now. We're going to have a visitor for the next couple of days. He's from back home, so you treat him nice. Any request he makes, consider it a request from me - and you know that means it's an order, cunt." "As for tonight," he continued. "You need to get a dildo - no bigger than my cock. I don't want your ass getting all stretched out and sloppy. Starting at nine, you will be in our room and you will fuck yourself with that dildo and keep your dick hard. You are NOT to cum until I tell you you can. Understood?" I nodded my head. "And one more thing," he said, smirking that sexy fucking smirk of his. "Starting at nine, the door to our room stays unlocked. Anyone knocks, and you tell them the door is open and they can come in." I opened my mouth to protest, then thought of the consequence: no more Mike dick. I shut my mouth and nodded my head. Mike smiled. Mike put his hand on the back of my neck and forced my head down. With his other hand, he had pulled down his work-out shorts. I was looking down at his dick. We were standing in front of our dorm. We were off in a corner, but anyone walking in and out could have seen his dick. "Kiss it," he said. "Mike, I don't know if I can do this here," I started to whine. "I don't care what you have to do, faggot," he said, a perverted glimmer in his eye. "Pretend you're tying your shoe. Pretend you dropped something. But you're gonna kiss your favorite cum deliverer goodbye." I leaned down and quickly kissed his cock. I could still smell our sex on it; we hadn't showered. Off to my left, I heard four guys coming towards the dorm, bouncing a basketball. "What the hell are those faggots doing?," I heard one say. "Looks like he's sucking the other guy's cock!," another said. "No fucking way! No guy would let another guy blow him in fucking public. That shit's crazy!" I had finished kissing Mike's cock and was standing up again. Mike was listening to these guys talking and was smirking. "See, bitch?," he said so only he and I could hear. "Everyone is beginning to recognize you for the pussybitch that you are. See you tonight." Mike ran off, heading away from campus. Where the hell was he going all this time, I wondered. The four basketball guys walked by me, my face red in shame. Their stares said everything. I had a couple of hours before nine and I had to get busy. The adult book store was luckily close to campus, and that was the only place I knew I could get a dildo. I dropped my backpack off in my room and headed out. Thankfully, the only people in the store were two guys looking at straight porn. It took me a while to find the right sized rubber cock. At one point, when no one was looking, I slipped a display dildo into my mouth because I couldn't tell if it was the right size. It tasted like sex. After I pulled it out of my mouth, I looked over my shoulder and the younger of the two guys was looking directly at me, a look of disgust on his face. I was getting my cash out to pay when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a group of people come into the store. The cashier was just putting the obscene looking black dildo in the bag when I heard someone say, "What's the little fagboy getting today?" Blushing furiously, I looked up at who said it. It was Zak, the guy from class. "Nothing, Zak. . ." I started. "Looks like something to me," he said. "Looks like something to put up your faggoty little ass." I looked around and realized that Zak was with seven other guys. All had on t-shirts with a small pin on them. I recognized them as pledge pins from Sigma Nu, one of the toughest fraternities to get into. The other seven were looking on, surprised at how Zak was treating me, and how I was letting him get away with it. "What the hell are you doing here, anyway?," I asked defensively. "We are on a scavenger hunt. Part of pledging," he said. "What's your excuse for buying a huge black dildo?" "I was. . ." I began. "I was . . .it's kind of funny . . . part of a prank my roommate. . ." "Ah, your roommate," Zak said. "The same one who made you eat his ass? That roommate? Is the dildo for his ass or your ass?" "It's not . . . I don't know. . . I . . ." This guy was making me so flustered. Asking me all these fucking embarrassing questions in front of his fraternity pals. "Follow me, boys," Zak said. "We'll see if this dildo fits this faggot's ass like Cinderella's slipper." He grabbed my triceps, hard, and began dragging me back by the video booths. A couple of Sigma Nus stayed behind and started getting the items they needed for their scavenger hunt. "Is this guy really a faggot?," one of the pledges asked Zak. "I've never seen a real cocksucking fagboy before." "He let me finger his ass the other day, and blew a huge load in his pants," Zak said. "I think it's safe to say he's a faggot." He pushed me into a room where a video was playing and shut the door behind our little party. "Drop your pants and open that dildo, fag," Zak said. In spite of my fear of being discovered and outted to all of these frat studs, I was hard. My pants puddled around my ankles and I struggled to get the dildo out of the wrapping. I felt a strong hand on my lower back, pushing me over. I bent at the waist, exposing my hole to Zak. "Let's find out if that dildo fits," he said. "Get it nice and wet after you unwrap it, whore." I felt his breath on my hole the moment before his tongue dug into my ass. Zak - this jock stud who could eat whatever piece of pussy he wanted - was eating my just-fucked ass, in front of his frat pledge brothers. Involuntarily, I staggered forward and had to brace myself against the wall with my hand. I held the now unwrapped dildo in my other hand and started sucking on it, imagining it was Mike's real dick, not this latex substitute. "What the fuck are you doing, Zak?," one of the pledges asked, horrified. "Getting the little whore's ass ready for my dick, you dipshit," Zak said. "You've obviously never fucked anyone in their back door before. You don't want to kill the bitch, get blood all over the fucking place. Gotta lube it up first. Done it to my girlfriend a hundred times. She loves my cock up her shitter." "I don't know, man," the pledge said. "Seems pretty faggy thing to do." "Shut your hole right now, Ed, or it'll be my ass that you'll be eating in front of the entire frat at next Monday's meeting. You know I have the power to do that." He got back to work, eating my ass like a last meal. He pulled his face out of my crack. "There's another taste here besides ass," he said. He slapped my ass, hard. "What the hell is that?" "Cum," I said. He stuck his nose back into my crack and then stuck his tongue out, taste testing. "That is fucking cum," he said. "Your roommate?" I nodded yes. "I gotta meet the stud that got there first some day," he said. "Now give me that cock." I handed him the dildo. The rubber cock was cold against my hole, different from Mike's hot cock and the warmth of Zak's mouth. The cold made it seem bigger somehow, and I gasped when the head popped into my ass. Zak reached underneath with his other hand and began jacking my cock. "The sign of a true faggot," he said. "Your cock is hard, even getting fucked by a dildo. You can't disguise that it's about your need for cock in your ass now. You can't claim that the cock in your ass is to get the other guy off, because the other guy is a fucking dildo. Your body needs cock in it, even if it is a fake cock. You fit like a glove around this dick." I groaned and hung my head low. The dildo was gone for just a moment and then I felt Zak's hot cockhead against my dilated hole. Zak took the dildo and pushed it into my mouth. The flavor of ass and cum and latex flooded my tastebuds and I groaned around my new gag. I looked to my left and right, and Zak's buddies had their cocks out, jerking off. Two guys were even jerking each other off. I wondered if Sigma Nu needed any new pledges this season. "Your roommate left your hole nice and tight, and he even left some lube up your ass," Zak said. "I have to meet this guy and thank him for breaking you in so nice." Zak pumped his substantial cock in and out of me. Where Mike had been leisurely, Zak fucked me like a man with something to prove. His quick thrusts reminded me of a documentary I had seen on rabbits fucking. "Andy," Zak said, talking to a fellow pledge. "You ever had your ass eaten?" "No man," said one of the guys beating off solo. Next to Zak, he was the hottest guy there. "Is it good?" "Find out for yourself," Zak said. "The faggot loves eating ass." Andy walked over and pulled the dildo out of my mouth. He dropped his jeans and his ass replaced the dildo. Andy's ass was squeaky clean. I could taste a little bit of soap. I usually liked ass after a guy had worked out and sweated a little bit. What he lacked in flavor he made up for with his gorgeous ass itself. I could feel his strong glutes mashing against my face. "Oh, fuck," Andy said. "Feels so fucking good, Zak. So fucking dirty. This guy's such a filthy whore. I gotta get me a fagboy to eat my ass while I jerk off every day." "Told you," Zak said between grunts. "Loves to eat ass." His thrusts were getting shorter and shorter. "Fucking faggot!," he yelled. "Fucking faggot tempting me with that tight ass, making me eat it and fuck it. Feels so good. Gonna cum." He thrust deep inside me and froze, letting out a deep groan. I felt his cock twitch in my ass and his seed shoot inside me. He bucked a few times and threw his head back, cumming in my ass. Andy heard Zak's grunting and his jerking grew faster. He spun around and jammed his cock down my throat. By the time I felt his balls slap my chin, he was cumming down my throat. "Eat my cum, faggot!," Andy screamed. "Eat my baby batter, cocksucker!" I swallowed, my throat muscles grabbing and massaging his dick as he orgasmed. I felt hot fluid hitting my ass and back, and I knew the other pledges were cumming on me as two of their brothers came inside me. Zak pulled his cock out of me and plugged my hole with the dildo. "That'll keep my cum warm for a while," he said. "You leave that in until you get back to your dorm, or I'll talk to your roommate and make sure you're punished. Got it?" I nodded yes as Andy's cock slipped from my mouth. All the guys had left their cum on me and were pulling up their pants again. "Let's go, boys," Zak said. "See you in class Monday, whore." I pulled my clothes on as they left. As I got up to leave, I heard a voice say, "Nice show." The voice came from a glory hole cut into the wall between booths. "Thanks," I said, having no idea who this guy was. I left the store, walking as fast as I could with Zak's cum in my ass, plugged by the Mike-sized black dildo, and Andy's cum in my stomach. Cumming next: Part 6 - Alex meets Mike's friend Jeremy * * * * * Administrative Stuff: * Sorry it's taken me a while to post part 5. Part 6 may take me 1-2 weeks to post, so please be patient. * Thanks for all the encouragement so far. Fan emails are welcome but not required (sailboyla@hotmail.com). I'm not the type of guy to hold the story hostage; I will continue to write the story even if I don't get emails. I'm assuming someone out there likes the stories. * Email me if you have suggestions, but I can't promise I'll include them. * About me: I'm 28, love rimming, and like to get dominated by guys under 35. I currently live in LA, though I may be moving to SF in August. 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Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 11:06:17 -0800 From: Pete in Los Angeles Subject: dorm-domination-6 Dorm Domination Chapter 6 Alex Meets Jeremy by SailboyLA@hotmail.com Disclaimers: * Don't read this if it's illegal to read this where you live. * This is a story about men having (raunchy, cumeating, ass rimming, and very satisfying) sex. If you don't want to read this, go elsewhere. * The characters aren't having safe sex because this is fantasy. Please use condoms when you have sex. * Post this story freely and widely, but please include my email credit if you do. * * * * * >From Chapter 5: Zak pulled his cock out of me and plugged my hole with the dildo. "That'll keep my cum warm for a while," he said. "You leave that in until you get back to your dorm, or I'll talk to your roommate and make sure you're punished. Got it?" I nodded yes as Andy's cock slipped from my mouth. All the guys had left their cum on me and were pulling up their pants again. "Let's go, boys," Zak said. "See you in class Monday, whore." I pulled my clothes on as they left. As I got up to leave, I heard a voice say, "Nice show." The voice came from a glory hole cut into the wall between booths. "Thanks," I said, having no idea who this guy was. I left the store, walking as fast as I could with Zak's cum in my ass, plugged by the Mike-sized black dildo, and Andy's cum in my stomach. * * * * * Chapter 6 - Alex Meets Jeremy As I walked through the lobby of our dorm, I felt like everyone was staring at me. Here I was, cum on my clothes, waddling from the dildo in my ass, my face probably with traces of cum on it. When I got on the packed elevator, conversation stopped for a moment. A guy towards the back said, "What smells like sex?" A girl behind me giggled. My face burned red. I sat down at my desk to get some studying done and my ass came alive. I had forgotten I had the dildo inside of me and sitting down, I pushed another few inches into my hole. My cock got hard again. I missed Mike. I did some studying and called my parents ("Yeah, my new roommate is a really cool guy," I told them. "He's keeping me on track with school work. And he got me a job as the manager for the wrestling team." My dad was especially happy with the manager's job. He'd been trying to get me interested in sports for a long time.). I looked up at the clock and it was 8:59. I got undressed and unlocked the door. I got on our beds and began to rock the dildo in and out of my ass. I didn't need to touch my cock to keep it hard. The dildo - like Mike's cock - was the perfect size to rub against my prostate with every stroke, and my cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum which pooled on my belly. Every few minutes, I had to slow down or else I would have cum. I was moaning, the rubber cock deep in my ass, when I heard a knock at the door. I froze. I didn't want anyone to see me like this, all fagged out with a dildo up my ass, my cock rock hard because I was loving it. Another knock. I had a quick choice to make: More humiliation? Or Mike's cock? "Come in. Door's open," I heard myself saying, making the choice once again to be a slave to Mike's cock regardless of what I wanted. And maybe, I thought, being humiliated is part of what I want. "Hey, Alex," a familiar voice said. "We've got a mandatory floor meeting coming up this. . ." From between my spread legs, I saw Greg, our RA, walk into the room. He had been looking at a clip board, and then had looked up to see me skewered on a huge black dildo. "Holy shit," he whispered, taking the scene in. "I knew you were gay, but I didn't know you were into such kinky shit." "Greg. . ." I said. "It's not really what you think. Mike put me up to this, sort of a prank, you know. . ." I was beginning to wonder why I still protested. He walked over to the bed, his eyes unable to look away from the black rubber cock sticking out of my ass. "I've never seen a guy using a dildo before," he said, mesmerized. He reached down and pushed my hand away from the dildo. He took the end and started pushing it into me, further than I could do alone, and twisting it around my hole. I groaned as he hit my prostate and my cock spurted more pre-cum. "I have utter control over you right now," Greg said. His eyes were wide but glazed over, a perverse gleam in them. "I'm in control of your fucking ass, fag." He pulled the dildo up hard against my ass, stretching my hole painfully wider, to prove his point. I moaned again from the pleasure/pain of it. "Fuck! Yes, Greg," I said. "You're controlling me, you stud." I reached my hand down to my ass to the point where the dildo joined my ass. A mere half an inch was outside my body now. "Fucking hot ass," he said. He took the clipboard in his hand and brought it down against my ass and the dildo impaled in it. The swat jarred the dildo against my prostate and warmed my ass cheeks. I yelped and my cock got even harder. "I'll have to talk to Mike about loaning me that ass someday," Greg said. He stepped back, and suddenly, he seemed to break from his trance. "Uh. . .Mandatory meeting," he said. "Tuesday. Everyone from the floor has to be there. Okay, Alex?" While he said this, he looked me directly in the eye, ignoring the fact that he had just pounded my dildo-filled ass with his clipboard. "Okay, Greg. Mike and I will try to be there," I said. Greg turned around and left our room. Weird. I continued to pump the dildo in and out of my ass. Greg's encounter had nearly sent me over the edge, and I had to fight not to cum. I needed to stay hard for when Mike came home. Another knock at the door. I hoped it was Mike, ready to take over for the fake cock in my ass. "It's open. Come in," I yelled. "Pizza?," someone with a Mexican accent asked. "You call for pizza? You Mike?" A latino guy - a kid, really. He looked like he was either in high school or had just finished - stuck his head through the door and saw me. His eyes got huge. Mike had called for pizza?! "Yeah!," I said, scrambling to cover myself with a sheet now that I knew it wasn't Mike. "Pizza." I was stuck in bed, my money miles away on my desk. Fuck it, I thought. He's already seen the dildo in my ass. I got up and walked, naked, to my desk for the money. "Que puto eres," he said under his breath. I knew what puto meant - whore. A man whore, actually. And this kid was calling me that. He was rubbing his dick in his jeans. "How much?," I asked. Ten dollars was the answer. After buying the dildo, I only had $10. Fucking Mike ordering me a pizza, knowing I'd be fucking my ass with a dildo. I had no money for a tip. I walked over to the delivery guy and gave him the money. "Lo siento. No tengo mas dinero para un. . . tip," I explained in Spanglish. He handed me the pizza but didn't look happy. "Tengo algo que puedes hacer para un 'tip,'" he said. He had something I could do for a tip. He closed the door, turned around and dropped his pants. "Besa mi culo. Chupalo." Kiss my ass. Suck it. His skin was perfect - darker than Mike's, that pure latino skin that looks like a great tan. I set the pizza down and knelt on the ground in front of this young punk. From the strong smell of his ass, I could tell he had been running around, working hard tonight. He smelled different from most of the guys I had rimmed, a richer, darker smell. I kissed his cheeks and ran my nose up and down his crack, enjoying the smell. I grabbed his balls through his legs and gently tugged on them. I reached up and found his cock - uncut and long in my hand. His ass tasted even better than it smelled, and I kissed and lapped at his hole until he was moaning. He said things I didn't understand about "Quien es su papi?" and "Tu lengua siente bien en mi culo." I never knew that I could be turned on by dirty talk I didn't even understand. He pulled away all too soon and pulled his pants up. His name tag said Juan. He kissed me, full on the lips, his tongue ravishing my mouth. "Thank you, gringo. Best tip tonight." I went to the pizza box and found a note on it saying, "Alex." It looked like Mike's handwriting. Inside was a note. "Cunt," it read. "Read these instructions carefully and follow them exactly. First, get the name and phone number of the delivery guy right now. If it is who I think it is, we're gonna need him for later." Fuck! Juan was probably gone already. I grabbed a pair of shorts and threw them on and ran down the hall. The elevator doors were closing. "Wait! Hold the elevator!," I yelled. I stopped the doors and hopped on the elevator with Juan. "Quieres mas?," he asked with a smile - did I want more? I blushed again. "Necesito su numero de telephono," I told him. "Porque?," he asked - why did I need his phone number. "Mi amigo lo quiere," I said. My friend wants it. He still didn't understand. "Mi . . . novio . . . lo quiere," I explained - my boyfriend (was Mike my boyfriend?) wanted it. He smiled and nodded his head. "Joto," he said - faggot. I nodded my head, yes. "Paper," he said as he took out a pen. I had none either. He spun me around and started writing on my shoulder with his pen. I couldn't see what he was writing, but I loved the feel of the pen on my back. It gave me goosebumps. Juan gave me a quick kiss before he got off the elevator, and pushed the dildo up my ass a few inches, causing my cock to tent my shorts. The elevator opened, and a bunch of returning students packed into the elevator. There were a bunch of guys carrying lacrosse sticks, sweaty as though they came from practice. I pushed the button for my floor. Behind me, I heard one of the guys snickering. "Check it out, fellas," he said. "Fairy boy here's got a tattoo from his boyfriend." Juan's phone number. Fuck. I reached my hand up to cover it. "No need to hide what you are, faggot," another guy said. "The cum all over your body and the tent in your shorts gives you away without your boyfriend's love note." He took his lacrosse stick and swatted my ass with it, making solid contact with the dildo still lodged in my ass. "What made that sound, fag?," he asked. "What's up your ass?" I blushed bright red. "Dildo," I said. No use in hiding it from these guys. "I've known fags before," another guy said, "But you take the fucking cake for being the most twisted of them all. Walking around with cum on your body and a dildo up your ass. Fuck!" He took a swat with his stick, too, and I nearly came from the dildo jamming against my prostate. The elevator stopped, and thankfully I escaped. Two more guys swatted my crack, both making direct contact with the dildo which was now lodged almost all the way in my ass. I ran to my room and closed the door. Mike's note was still on the bed, which reminded me about Juan's number. I looked in the mirror. No wonder the lacrosse guys had been taunting me. "Juan - Big Dick for your culo," it said, and then the phone number. I wrote the number down on Mike's note to me. "Good. Now for the fun part. I thought you might be hungry," the note read. I was; I had forgotten to get dinner in my rush to get the dildo. "So here's your pizza. The guys there owe me a favor, so I asked them to send their hottest, most dominating stud to our room with a pizza and this note. Only thing is that you're missing a topping on the pizza." I looked - the pizza had cheese only. "Any piece you eat needs to have cum on it. I don't care whose cum, as long as it's not yours. I will know if you lie to me about this. Save me and Jeremy a couple of pieces, you greedy whore, and don't get any cum on our pieces." It was signed, "Mike - The guy whose cock and ass you worship." There was even a stain on the note that I recognized as pre-cum. I smelled it and it smelled like Mike. I thought for a moment. I was suddenly very hungry, not having eaten and getting my ass fucked for the last seven hours. I really wanted pizza, but where was I going to get cum? Mike was right - I couldn't lie to him. I sat down to think, and the dildo shoved into me and I had my answer. I still had Zak's cum, and probably a little bit of Mike's, left in my ass. I got a plate ready with a couple of pieces of pizza on it. I pulled the dildo out and was shocked by how empty I felt without it. I pushed the cum out of my ass and onto my hand. Zak had shot a huge load into me. It was still warm. I shoved the dildo back in, and poured the cum and ass juice onto the pizza. I licked my hand clean, tasting Zak's cum (a little more bitter than Mike's) and my ass. Mike's stare alone would have made me cum right then. I brought the first slice of pizza to my face. I had heard an urban legend about a fraternity prank where guys stand in a circle around a pizza and the last guy to cum has to eat the pizza with all the cum on it. That story always gave me a huge boner. Yet those guys had been coerced into doing it. Here I was, putting cum on my own pizza by choice. Mike (and the lacrosse player in the elevator) were right - I was the lowest of the low. I took my first bite which had a huge glob of cum on it. The taste was bizarre and intensely erotic. I recognized the taste of pizza, and the taste of cum. In my head, these had always been very separate tastes, yet they were together. The heat of the pizza had warmed the cum so it tasted like it did fresh from the source. I could also taste my ass. I moaned and my dick spurted more pre-cum. Each bite was it's own feast. The cum was spread unevenly on the slices, so some were almost all pizza while others tasted entirely of the asscum. I was three bites from the end - saving the piece with the most cum for the last bite - when the door opened. The guy who walked in could have been Mike's younger brother. Not his little brother, certainly, because this guy was as built and as masculine as Mike. His face was striking, and he walked with a cocky confidence which made me think instantly of Mike. He put his bags down and looked over at me, seeing me for the first time. The grin which spread across his face assured me that this guy - Jeremy, I assumed from Mike's letter - was okay with me, naked, sitting on a dildo and eating pizza covered in cum. "That answers the first question," he said, his voice a sexy baritone. "Mike did find himself a new pussyboy." He walked closer to me. "Looks like we're in for a fun weekend, my friend," he said. Finding Mike had been the biggest, horniest blessing of my life. Now this other stud, this new, younger stud, walked into my room and was calling me a pussyboy. My jaw was hanging open, astounded, the piece of pizza halfway to my mouth forgotten. Jeremy took the last bite of pizza from my hand, looked briefly at the topping, and smirked before wolfing it down. He chewed the piece and savored the flavor. "Good pizza," he said between bites. "But that's not Mike's cum. Too bitter." How the hell did this stud know how Mike's cum tasted? My mind reeled. As Jeremy reached down, one of his hands on my cock and the other on the dildo, I knew Jeremy was right. This was going to be a fun weekend. Cumming next: Part 7 - Jeremy shows Alex his place * * * * * Administrative Stuff: * Part 6 was really fun to write. Initially, it didn't include the pizza guy. I hope y'all enjoy it. Look for part 7 by next weekend. * Thanks for all the encouragement so far. Fan emails are welcome but not required (sailboyla@hotmail.com). I will continue to write the story even if I don't get emails. 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Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 19:18:09 -0800 From: Pete in Los Angeles Subject: dorm-domination-10 Dorm Domination Chapter 10 The Wrestling Match by SailboyLA@hotmail.com Disclaimers: * Don't read this if it's illegal to read this where you live. * This is a story about men having (raunchy, cumeating, ass rimming, and very satisfying) sex. If you don't want to read this, go elsewhere. * The characters aren't having safe sex because this is fantasy. Please use condoms when you have sex in the real world. * Post this story freely and widely, but please include my email credit if you do. * * * * * >From Chapter 8: "Will you fuck me? Or can I eat your ass? Please?," Tucker begged. "Man - look what you've done," Coleman said to Mike, whose turn it was to smirk. "Later, my bitch. We have to go to this call first," Coleman told Tucker. Tucker grinned and licked some cum off his lips, from where I don't know. We all got dressed, and Paul, Mike and I watched as the ambulance sped away with lights and sirens blaring. Paul spanked my ass once, then got on his bike and rode away. Mike and I walked back to our dorm room. Several students stared at my cum stained face as we walked through the lobby and took the elevator. "You did very well today, bitch," Mike said. "I didn't know if you could deliver that Zak asslick to me, and you did well. No sex tonight, but you will suck my cock gently until I go to sleep. We've had a long day, and you will need your energy for tomorrow, when we discuss the rest of your punishment." I fell asleep, nuzzling Mike's cock and balls, the smell of Tucker's ass still strong, and wondering what lay in store for me tomorrow. * * * * * Chapter 10 - The Wrestling Match I awoke early, and Mike was already gone. I pressed my nose into the sheets where his body had lain, and it smelled faintly of Mike. There was a note on his pillow. "Cunt," it read. "Report to me today at the gym at noon SHARP. It's time you paid me back. For your own protection, get your ass ready for a long fuck before you get there. Wear my oldest jock, the one with all of the dried cum in it. I'll explain the rest when you get here." It was signed, "The Man whose cock is your responsibility." I showered, and felt clean for the first time in days. I almost didn't wash my face - I could still smell Tucker's ass from yesterday - but decided I better be ready for anything Mike had in mind for me. I stuck a soapy finger up my ass, and cleaned my hole as best I could. Little did I know that by the end of the day, it would be filthier than it had ever been. On the way to class, I passed by a group of guys wearing their frat letters - Sigma Nu, of course. Zak wasn't with them. I wondered what happened to that guy after Mike raped him. As I was looking for Zak, I didn't notice the guy standing in the center. It was Coleman. As I passed by, he pointed to me, said something to his frat brothers, and then bucked his hips in a fucking motion. I was too far away to hear exactly what he said, but I heard the group laugh as I passed. One guy yelled to me, "Hey, faggot! You, in the blue shirt. We know what you are, cockwhore. We've got a couple of loads waiting to feed you." Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him grab his sizable crotch lewdly. Several people standing near by looked at me, in my blue shirt. I put my head down, trying my best to ignore them, and walking faster. My bright red face proved my guilt to anyone who was paying attention. The brothers laughed again, and I noticed that my cock was hard. Zak wasn't in class today. I waited in the back, and was curious to hear what had happened to him. The minutes ticked by, faster than I wanted. Nate sat several rows ahead of me. He saw me watching, and stuck his finger down the crack of his ass towards his hole, then brought his finger up and sniffed it. I could tell his cock was hard in his pants. My stomach was rolling in anticipation of what Mike was to have me do. My cock wouldn't go down. As I headed out of class, Nate caught up with me. "Where are you headed?," he asked. "I'm going over to the gym," I told him. "Mike has something he wants me to do." "You're such a pathetic cumslut," Nate said. "Can't get enough cock inside of you. Hey - isn't the wrestling tournament today? I wanted to see that. There are some pretty hot guys on our wrestling team." "I don't know about any match," I told him. "Mike's on the team, and my old roommate, Doug. Both of them are pretty much studs who get whatever they want." "Awesome," Nate said. "I'll have to watch the match. Ask Mike if I can come to the locker room sometime. I'd love to see those studs get naked." "I'll do that," I said as we got to the gym. I went to the back entrance, the one Mike and Coach had told me to use. I had been in a few times to learn my way around the locker room, but hadn't seen the whole team yet. I had been looking forward to the first practice, and now it was the main event - a wrestling match on our campus. When I got to the door to the locker room, Mike was standing there. His masculinity took my breath away once again. He stood there, in his wrestling singlet, his huge chest sticking out, hair sticking out from his armpit, rapping tape around his wrist, looking like a young porn star. His crotch bulged, and I could see the outline of his cock and balls. Mike told me he liked to be half to full hard when he wrestled. He said the size of his cock intimidated the guys he wrestled with. It made my mouth water. "Change into this, whore," he said. He threw me what turned out to be a pair of short shorts - almost like runner's shorts - and a t-shirt that said "Wrestling Team Servant" on the front and "Satisfying all the needs of the Wrestling Team" on the back. As I pulled on the shorts, they were skin tight, and my balls hung down a little in the cum stained jock. "I didn't tell you to keep your jock on," Mike said, grabbing my jaw and squeezing tightly. "Is all that cum eating making you dumber, you worthless twat? Because I can stop feeding you what you need." "No!," I pleaded. "I'm sorry! I'll take my jock off. I'm sorry! I forgot." Mike's mouth slowly changed from an angry sneer to an amused smirk. "Good faggot. Don't make me have to correct you again. This is your punishment day, after all." I pulled the shorts and underwear off, and pulled the shorts back on. My balls were clearly visible, hanging below the shorts. My cock - hard now, and I was sure hard for most of the day - poked above the waist of my shorts. The t-shirt was also tight, and hid nothing. "You look good," Mike said, eyeing me up and down. "The boys are gonna like you. Follow me." I followed him through the locker room and to the door which led to the gym. Even before we got to the door, I could tell by the noise that the gym was packed. Mike pointed to a table near where the judges and scorekeepers sat. There was a sponsor's banner which draped over the table. "That's the team table," Mike explained. "That's where guys go to relax before their matches. Guys get stressed sometimes. Your job is to sit at that table, and any time a guy from the team - a REAL man, you cunt - sits down, you are to slide under the table and service him - suck his cock, eat his ass, lick his toes - whatever the fuck he wants." My pulse started pounding. I pictured myself, under the table, blowing a guy. While it was partially covered, anyone sitting in the crowd and looking at the table would be able to see me giving head. "Mike - I don't know if I can-," I started to say. His look of warning and anger shut me up quickly. "Don't you start to whine to me, you cumhungry whore," he said. "You disobeyed me once, and you knew the consequences. This is only the first part of your punishment for cumming without my permission. For each further word of protest from your asslicking mouth, that's one week you don't get my cock. Do you understand?" I opened my mouth to say, "Yes," and then thought about the consequence: no Mike cock for at least a week. I nodded my head, yes, I understood. "Good," he said. "Now here's the other restriction: you are not to let any of the players cum. You can bob on their knob for half an hour, eat their stinky asses for two hours - I don't care. But for each guy that you let cum - that's one MONTH without my cock. I don't care if the guy has no self control - it's gonna be your ass that pays. Do you understand?" I nodded my head, yes. "Good," he said. "We're gonna win this match if I have to rape every ass in the locker room today. Now tell me why you're letting yourself be so fucking humiliated, you piece of shit. Why are you going to suck random guys' cocks in front of a crowd of people, cum dump? You may speak now." "I'll do as you ask because I crave your cock every minute that it's not inside me," I said. "You are a god to me, and I live to worship and to serve you. Every part of you is perfect, and you treat me as you know I need to be treated. Without your body and your words and your mind, I would be a starving faggot. The thought of being without your cock and ass and cum for seven days seems impossible to me now, and I would do anything - anything - to keep you treating me the way you know I need to be treated." Mike's expression had remained neutral during this. When I finished, that fucking smirk spread across your face. "You're a fucking poet, my bitch, a real way with words. Someday, you're gonna have to write down all the shit that we've done. I'm sure other guys would get off on what we do. Now get out there, and don't deviate from my orders. Remember the consequences." Mike pushed me onto the gym floor, and I walked quickly to my seat. I tried to cover my hard cock and low hanging balls with my hands, but could only cover one at a time without attracting even more attention. I heard a cat call from the packed bleachers, and someone say, "Nice balls, faggot!" I blushed a crimson red and sat down. While waiting for someone to sit down, I watched the other team practicing. They were pairing off against each other in the different weight classes. I watched a little blond guy pin down a cute brunet, who it looked like had a hard on in his singlet. There was a bigger latino looking guy who was getting the better of a broad-shouldered blond kid. When the blond kid got pinned, I watched as he took his thumb and pushed, hard, against the latino guy's asshole. About an inch of thumb disappeared up the latino guy's hole, and he let out a yelp. In the moment of distraction, the blond guy got the upper hand and flipped the latino guy. Through all of this, one guy - a big, mean looking bastard with a tattoo of a tiger on his left deltoid - kept yelling at his teammates. He was a wrestler, not the coach, yet he was the one calling all of the shots. "Flip him over, you pussy!" I heard him shout to one guy. "You gonna let that faggot pin you!," he yelled to another guy. Whenever the wrestlers on his team would talk to him, they couldn't seem to meet his eyes. From 50 feet, I could tell he was the alpha male of his team. Just watching him made me leak pre-cum enough to wet the front of my short shorts. I felt someone sit down next to me and started to blush. I had no idea who this guy was, and I was going to do whatever he wanted to me. I slid down in my seat, and tried to get under the table as quickly as possible, hoping no one would notice. Looking up through his legs, I could see his body - muscular, with just a little covering of fat over it. He had a hairy chest and arms, and his legs were hairy too. He was wearing his wrestling singlet, wrestling shoes, and socks. "Eat my feet, faggot," the guy said to me, loud enough so that anyone nearby would have heard. This guy had amazing legs - stocky and muscular and just the right amount of hair. I grabbed his calf and started to massage the thick ropes of muscle there. I worked my hands down, feeling his warm flesh and muscles. When I pulled off his shoe, the smell of feet hit my nose - a pungent, unwashed smell. I could tell he had been practicing for most of the afternoon by the smell of his socked feet. I scooted my crotch up so that his foot rested against my hard cock. He wiggled his toes on my cock, and even made grabbing motions with his toes, tugging on my cockhead. I nearly came from feeling his foot on my dick, and got to work on pulling his sock down. "Suck my toes first, through my sock," he said. I moved his foot so I could eat his toes. The closer I got to his socked foot, the stronger the smell got. I opened my mouth, and went down on his big toe. It reminded me of a hard cock - thick and fat and phallic. The taste and smell combined in my head, and I could taste his foot smells trapped in his sock. The cotton was still warm and a little damp from his sweat. I let out an involuntary moan. "That's it, bitch. Suck it good," he said. >From his big toe, I worked my way down all of his toes, licking and teasing them through the fabric. His middle toes were the most sensitive, and at one point, he pulled away, laughing. His toes were ticklish! I tried to torture him by concentrating on those toes more with my tongue. He batted my head with his hand, and I took the hint to move on. I pulled down his sock, and saw his naked foot for the first time. There was still a line where the sock's elastic had pressed into his ankle, and traces of white cotton from the sock. The smell of his foot was more pungent now, more raw now that the sock had been removed. It smelled like the best parts of the locker room. Starting at his ankle, I kissed my way down the top of his foot. "Fucking faggot, kissing my dirty feet," I heard him say under his breath. "What kind of man serves other men by kissing their fucking feet. Fucking disgusting." His big toe stuck out like a little hard cock. I sucked it into my mouth like I did Mike and Zak's cocks, and teased the underside with my tongue while I applied suction. The guy writhed in pleasure above me, and he pushed his other foot into my crotch, grinding it against my still-hard cock. I added his second, and then third toes to my mouth, sucking all three at once and driving him crazy by using my tongue to tickle the underside of his toes. I looked up and saw him rubbing his cock in his singlet. The announcer called, "Jason Green, now wrestling on mat 2." The guy whose toes I was sucking jerked up and said, "Shit! That's me." He pulled on his shoe and sock and tussled my hair. "Thanks for the foot job." He was gone as suddenly as he had arrived. I got back up in my seat, trying not to look at the crowd and hoping that no one saw me. One guy caught my eye. He was looking at me - burning a hole through my eyes - and grabbing his crotch. It was the guy who had yelled out to me today as I was walking to class, the one in Sigma Nu who had been talking to Coleman. He was wearing a cap turned backwards, and I could tell he had a built body the way his t-shirt hugged his pecs and abs, and the way the sleeves bulged around his arms. He grabbed his crotch and was shaking his dick at me. He was mouthing the word "Cocksucker." He smiled at me, his hand still grabbing his meat. I only had a moment to look, as another guy sat next to me. "You know what to do," he said, not looking at me. I slunk underneath the table again, assuming the position I had come to love: on my knees, serving a man. He was wearing sweats and he pulled those off. He was wearing a black jock, and his semi-hard cock stuck out of the side of his pouch. I leaned forward to lick the head, but his hand pushed me away. "My cock is only for women, faggot," he said. "I only let you fags eat my ass. Now get to work." He maneuvered himself so that his legs were over my shoulders as he slouched in his seat. Looking briefly over his shoulder, I saw Mr. Sigma Nu in the crowd, looking down at me, mouthing the word faggot. I noticed he was rubbing his cock unconsciously. The wrestler in front of me had a sweaty, beautiful ass crack. The straps of the jock framed his rock hard ass mounds, and the jock strap seemed to focus all of the attention right to his hole. It was covered with a smattering of hair. His ass trench was darker than his butt cheeks, and his asshole stood out pink against the dark brown. I used my fingers to spread his crack, and inhaled the aroma of this straight college jock's ass. His ass smelled like the locker room, only stronger. The hairs tickled my nose as I licked up and down his crack, skipping over his hole, saving it for last. The jock above me moaned, and his cock throbbed. He moved a hand down to rub his cock through his jock. "Good little fagboy," he said. "Nothing turns me on more than a faggot who knows his place - licking the ass of a real man." I licked his hole, lubing it just a little bit, then I stuck the tip of my nose inside. His flesh parted, and my nose was half way up his ass. The stud groaned. I could smell him even stronger here as I fucked him with the tip of my nose, pushing as far as I could inside of him. I backed my nose out, licked him some more, then stuck my tongue up as far as it would go. I felt the rings of muscle give way to my intruding tongue, and they pinched down on my licker. I was half way to his prostate with my tongue, and the wrestler above me was groaning loudly. I decided to get daring. I brought a finger to my mouth as I continued to tongue fuck him. I slobbered on my finger as much as I could, and then pulled out my tongue. When I next shoved my licker up his asshole, I pushed my finger in along with it, stretching his hole even wider. Where my tongue couldn't reach, my finger could. My finger hit his prostate and he jumped in his seat, spurting pre-cum all over his leg. "Mark Angland, report to mat 3 for your match," the announcer said. The jock letting me eat his hole jumped up and pushed my finger and face out of his ass. "Gotta go, faggot," he said. "I hope you liked your lunch." I looked up at him, my face covered with spit and his ass juices. I took the finger which had been up his ass and licked it clean. He shook his head. "Sick fucking bastard," he said as he walked away. His hard on was pressing against the front of his sweats. I didn't even have time to get to my seat before the next guy sat down. Was Mike sending these guys over? Had he posted something in the locker room? This was getting crazy. The guy whipped out his cock - a thick slab of uncut meat, half-hard already - and said, "Suck it." I licked and sucked and worshipped this college jock's dick. He pulled out his balls, and I began playing with those, as well. His cock was so big that it was widening my throat. I had to fight my gag reflex a couple of times, and finally I couldn't hold back and I gagged with his cock lodged in my throat. I tried to pull back, but his hand pushed my head back down. "That's right," he said. "I like to hear faggots choke on my big cock." My throat spasming around his cock must have felt good for him, and I tried to make swallowing motions to make it even better for him. He finally let me back off his cock, and I was able to catch my breath, tears streaming down my face. I dove back on his cock. My throat opened up this time, and I was able to take all of his cock in my mouth, my nose buried in his patch of pubic hair. Right here - a cock down my throat, my nose buried in the musky patch of a man's pubic hair - that's where I belonged. Mike had taught me that. He pushed my head up and down on his cock. "Feels so good," he said. "Feels so good I'm gonna fucking cum, faggot." I started to protest - shouting around his dick "NO!" I thought about a month without Mike's cock, and I knew I couldn't let this guy cum. I did the only thing I could think of - I grabbed his balls and pulled down, hard. He was momentarily stunned, yelling "SHIT!" and let go of my head. "I'm sorry!," I said. "I can't let you cum! I'm so sorry!" He smacked me hard on the side of my head, enough to cause it to whip to the side. My face stung from the blow. "Fucking faggot tease," he said. "I'll get you for that." He pulled up his pants and left. Had I done the right thing? Would Mike be mad at me for not taking care of his teammate? I slumped back into my seat, feeling like I had failed, even though I had prevented the jock from cumming, as Mike asked. I looked around. The tournament was winding down. "We have one final match, ladies and gentlemen," the announcer said. "Two all American wrestlers, and both men are undefeated this year. This match is for the state championship in their weight class. Mike Hudson and Jake Sawyer on mat 1." Out walked Mike and the alpha male from the other team, the guy with the tiger tattoo. They were going to wrestle each other for the state championship! While the two shook hands, Mike leaned forward and whispered something in Jake's ear. Jake listened for a moment, then a look of fury took over his face. He broke off the hand shake and stormed to his side of the mat, looking disgusted. Mike was smirking again, and I could tell he felt like he had the upper hand in the match. Jake continued shaking his head and looking furious. I wondered what Mike had said to him. They started fighting, and it was about more than just winning the match; that much I could tell. Mike had a fire in his eyes, a passion and a need to win I had seen a few times when he had fucked. Jake put his entire body into the match, and from his grunting and hissing sounds, everyone in the gym could tell he had every intention of winning. At one point, it looked as though Jake would win, and then Mike somehow managed to slip out of the hold Jake had put on him. Just when it looked like Mike had the upper hand, Jake snaked his arm under Mike's crotch and flipped him up and over his back. At one point, I could see that Mike had a hard on while he wrestled this other stud, his thick cock whose dimensions I knew so well pushing his wrestling singlet out rudely. The clock was ticking down and still neither of these two dominant college jocks had scored any points. The crowd was loving the match up, and I watched, yelling for Mike to win. Finally, Jake was on all fours, and Mike had his arms around his waist. From my vantage point, I was looking directly at Jake's ass, and at his balls and cock pressing against his singlet. Mike whispered something to Jake in that moment, and I watched, incredulous, as Mike took one hand and ran it over Jake's ass crack, down past his balls, and squeezed Jake's dick. Jake let out a little yelp, and it was exactly the distraction Mike needed. He flipped Jake over and pinned him to the ground and the clock ran out of time. Mike had one the match, and the state championship. The home crowd went wild, and Jake looked stunned. Mike whispered one last thing to Jake, and then walked around the mat in a victory lap. When he had milked his victory for all it was worth, he walked past me on the way to the locker room. "Follow me, bitch," he said. "You've got more work to do." I ran to catch up with Mike, and I heard someone from the crowd yell, "Is that your pet faggot?" Mike and I looked up. It was the Sigma Nu guy. "What if he is?," Mike yelled. "That fucker has been leering at me all day," the guy said. "He owes me a blow job." "Meet me in the locker room," Mike said, and walked through the door. All of this had been said so that at least 20 other people could hear. I blushed a bright red, and followed Mike, the man who controlled me, into the locker room. "Mike," I said. "What did you say to that guy you wrestled? What did you tell him that made him so angry?" "Nothing but the truth," Mike said. "I told him that after I beat him on the mat, I was going to fuck his ass raw in the locker room. Then right before the pin, I said, 'I'm gonna enjoy this ass later.' He nearly came right then. He acts like a top, but I knew I could top him." "You could top just about anyone," I told him. "So here's the deal, my cumeating fagboy," Mike said. "We've been losing too many matches lately. As team captain, I needed a way to motivate the team. I told them to save their sexual energy - no beating off or cumming for a week. I told them that whoever won their matches today could use my pussyboy whore for whatever they wanted. They are going to fuck you or sit on your face or have you eat their cocks and cum. Whatever they want. And you're going to comply. This is the last part of your punishment." There were about 30 guys on the team. At least 20 had wrestled today. So the big question. . . "So how many guys won today?," I asked. "All but one," Mike said, a grin spreading across his face. "Having them save their loads is the best thing I've ever thought of." Over 20 cocks that I had to satisfy. Over 20 sets of balls which hadn't unloaded in over seven days. I was going to drown in cum. The guys started filing into the locker room. I recognized some, but not all. They were all sweaty, and some of them gave cat calls to me in my short shorts, while others flicked my ass with their towels. "Can't wait to get me some of that tight faggot ass," one guy said. I heard another guy say, "I've always wanted some bitch to eat my ass. I never thought it would be a guy. That shit turns me on. I'm boning up already." "Huddle time!," Mike yelled, and the guys all responded. They stood in a circle with Mike at the center. Some guys were peeling off the tops of their singlets, showing their muscular chests and shoulders. Others were already down to just their jocks, scratching their balls through their pouches. One guy was buck naked already, his hand slowly jacking his cock. "This is the cockwhore I told you all about," Mike said as he pushed me into the center of this circle of men. "As promised, everyone who won today gets a piece of him. That means everyone but you, Troy." I looked to see Troy, the only guy who had lost today. He was a cute guy - he barely looked 18 - and hung his head in shame. He was blond with big pouty lips and reminded me of Ryan Phillipe. "This is how it's gonna work," Mike continued. "You all strip and get your cocks hard. I want everyone to enjoy his hole, I don't want his twat to be too stretched out. We're gonna start with the smallest dick, and work our way up. Troy, you stand over there and watch. We have other plans for you. Now whip 'em out, fuckers. Get those dicks hard! I know you've been wanting to cum for days now." The wrestlers responded to Mike's commands. They pulled off their jock gear, and most stood in their underwear or jocks and started jacking their cocks. Mike went over to a guy with a pretty small dick and grabbed it, jacking it and measuring it. Another guy with a smaller dick was standing close by, and Mike said, "You two stand facing each other. I want to see whose cock is smaller." The two jocks faced each other, their cocks rubbing against each other. One guy's cock touched the other guy's belly, and the other guy's failed to measure up. "Henderson, you're up first," Mike told the smallest dick guy. "You get sloppy seconds, McKenzie." "Damn it!," Henderson said. "I wanted sloppy seconds." "Get yourself a bigger dick then," Mike said, laughing. Mike continued around the room, putting guys into small, medium and big dick categories. Mike made sure he felt each guy's dick, measuring it with his own hand. I envied Mike for a moment, and then realized that I would be feeling all of these guy's cocks myself. "Can I start?," Henderson asked Mike. "Troy," Mike barked at the loser. "Get the faggot's snatch wet. Then you can fuck him, Henderson." Henderson pushed me to a bench between two rows of lockers, told me to strip, and had me get on all fours. Troy had followed us over, and stood there, trying to figure out how to get my ass wet. He spit in his hand and started to rub it on my exposed ass. "You lick his ass, dumb fuck," Henderson said to Troy. "Get it all ready for me." "I don't know if I can do that," Troy said. "I might puke if I lick a guy's shithole." "It's not that bad, and there usually isn't shit," Henderson said. He stuck his face into my ass and licked my hole. "I do it to my girlfriend all the time. Now get eating before I tell Mike you disobeyed him." The last part put a look of fear in Troy's eyes, and he got on his knees. I felt his breath on my ass, and then felt his tongue lap against my hole. He may have been a virgin rimmer, but he was a natural. I was moaning, and my cock was leaking pre-cum within seconds. Troy even grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart so he could get his tongue in me deeper. "Alright there, tiger," Henderson said. "I think he's lubed up enough." Troy kept eating my ass like he hadn't heard. He was really getting into this! "I said enough," Henderson said. "I need to shoot my load, so move aside." Henderson pushed Troy away, and I felt the head of a very hot cock at the entrance to my hole. For being the smallest of the cocks on the wrestling team, Henderson's cock did not feel small. He pushed all the way in with one stroke, and my breath caught in my throat. "Yeah, not such a little dick after all, is it?," Henderson said. I shook my head, no, through clenched teeth as my ass struggled to accommodate his cock inside of me. "Fuck man, look at that ass stretch," McKenzie said. "That shit's turning me on, seeing your cock disappear inside that hole of his. Fuck him good, man. I can wait to fuck that hole with your spooge sloshing around in there. Open him up for me real good." Henderson began fucking me with short strokes. Each one hit my prostate in just the right way, and I almost came without even touching myself. Getting fucked by a small cock had its advantages. I looked over my shoulder, and most of the other guys were now lining up behind Henderson and McKenzie. All were jacking their cocks, keeping them hard. A few guys were jacking off their teammates while they waited. "Guys, guys, guys!," Mike said, turning the corner and seeing me getting fucked. "There's a perfectly good hole that's not being used. You have to fuck him in order, but you can have him suck your cock and eat your ass while you're waiting. The bitch lives to have both holes full." The guys cheered, and a couple from the back of the line came to the front. A cock was down my throat before I knew what had happened. "I'm gonna cum!," Henderson said. "I'm gonna cum up your faggot ass!" I felt the first spurt which felt like it was shot from a gun. As he continued fucking me while he came, his cum lubed my ass up more, and I could feel its thick creaminess inside of me. I wanted more. Henderson slapped my ass and I grunted into the cock which was filling my throat. "Fucking tight pussy," he said. "I haven't cum that much since I lost my virginity. Next!" McKenzie was up next. I pictured him in my mind - a big guy with a small penis. Poor guy. He pushed his cock into me, Henderson's cum lubing my hole and making his entry smooth. The guy fucking my face pushed my head down on his cock and held it there. My tongue was on the underside of his cock, and I felt the first wave of cum coming before it actually got to my mouth. I could feel each spurt as it traveled up his cock and then tasted it on my tongue. I swallowed it down, and yet there was more. This guy came forever, and it was thick cum. I could tell he hadn't cum for days, and I was getting his first load. "Fucking faggot!," he yelled. "Take my jock cum!" Finally, he pulled away. I licked my lips. "You aren't gonna fuck me?," I asked him. "Oh, that was just the appetizer, you hungy cunt," he said. "There will be seconds." I smiled up at him and kissed the tip of his dick. "Roll over, bitch," McKenzie said. I got on my back, my legs in the air, and my head at one end of the bench. McKenzie straddled the bench and began fucking me again, my ankles in his hands. "Hold this," I heard him say, and my legs were passed to two other guys waiting in line. "Look at that pussy of his," one guy said. "I can't wait to shoot my load up there," another said. Another guy was now at my head, and lowered his ass onto my waiting face, his balls hanging over my nose. I lapped and sucked at his sweaty, salty manhole, and he groaned appreciatively above me. "My fuckin' girlfriend never treats me right," he said. "I love getting my ass eaten, especially from a low-life faggot. You're right where you belong - getting gang-banged by a college wrestling team, and eating my ass. Look how hard your cock is, you sick fucker. Yeah, lick that ass. Get your tongue in there, deep!" As I got fucked by the second guy of at least 20 and ate the ass of this stud who was a stranger, I thanked Mike in my mind. He had gotten me here, to be used and abused by all of these jock studs. He did know what I needed, and now he was giving it to me. McKenzie came in my ass, and pulled out with a wet sloppy sound. The next guy in line started pounding my ass harder than the other two. The guy whose ass I was eating moved back to his place in line, and I could see Troy cleaning off McKenzie's cum and ass juice covered dick. Then I saw Mike, followed by Jake, still in his singlet, and looking very pissed off. "Who the fuck is that?," Jake asked Mike, pointing to me. "That's my whore," Mike said. "He does whatever I tell him because he needs my cock and cum." "Why don't you fuck him, then?," Jake asked. Mike shrugged. "I do fuck him, all the time. But there's something about busting open a virgin's ass that I can't get enough of. And you're my virgin pussy of the day, Jake. Get ready to have your cherry popped." "I'm straight, man," Jake said. "I have a girlfriend in the stands, right now." "All the better," Mike said. "Straight boys tend to have the tightest holes. Now strip before we take your clothes and send you back on the gym floor stark naked." When he had stripped, I admired his body. It was rock hard, ripped abs and huge arms, and thick legs. He had a little trail of hair on his torso which led down to a bush of pubic hair. "Sit on his face," Mike said, pointing to me. "He'll get you ready for me." Jake straddled the bench and lowered his ass to meet my lips. I lapped gently at his hole, tasting him for the first time. I loved the way he tasted. In spite of his clenched teeth at the idea of getting fucked, he seemed to enjoy the rim job I was giving him. He groaned at one point and said, "Fuck!" "Enough foreplay," Mike said. "Time for the main event." Jake got off of my face, and I looked down at the guy fucking me. It was a different guy. I hadn't even noticed when the last guy finished and the next began. This was number 4? Number 5? I had lost count. My ass and prostate continued to enjoy the pounding it was getting. With each stroke, I could feel the growing stash of cum inside me slosh around, and some would squish out the sides of my hole and onto the bench. I would have to clean that up later. Next to me, Mike bent Jake over at the waist. He put one hand on his shoulder and another on his hip. I recognized the technique: prevent the virgin from pulling away upon first penetration. Mike's hard cock lined up directly with Jake's hole, and he pushed in, his monster cock going to the hilt in one push. Jake threw his head back and screamed. He tried to pull away, but Mike's strong grip held him firm. "You're not getting away," Mike said to him. "We both know that I'm the better man. You let me win out there because you wanted my cock. You may not have known that on a conscious level, but this is what you wanted - my cock buried in your ass. I am inside you, violating your very manhood, and you are letting me. You will remember this moment forever, when I made you my bitch." Mike began pushing in and out of Jake's hole. Jake's teeth remained clenched. I could see that underneath the mask of pain was a sense of overwhelming pleasure. Jake began saying over and over, "I'm not gay. I'm not gay." "Why is your dick hard then, you cockwhore?," Mike asked him. Mike reached around and jerked Jake's hard cock - a substantial piece of meat between the wrestler's legs. Jake didn't answer Mike's question. I felt the next guy shudder as he came in my ass. "Fucking faggot," he said as he pulled out. "I never knew a piece of ass could be that tight." He walked over to Troy to have his cock cleaned, and the next guy in line began to fuck me. His cock stretched me a bit wider than the others, and the fullness in my ass made my cock leak more pre-cum. Mike continued to fuck Jake, and somehow got him closer to me so that Jake's cock was waving in my face. "Suck his cock while I cum in his ass," Mike said. I took Jake's thick cock in my mouth, trying to get as much of this college jock's dick down my throat as possible. I was already gagging with several inches to go, but Mike had taught me well. I relaxed my throat, and took more of him down. "Now return the favor, you straight stud," Mike said to Jake. "Suck his cock." Jake was still saying, over and over, "I'm not gay. I'm not gay." Mike slapped his ass, causing Jake to yelp in pain. "Open your mouth, cunt," Mike said, "Before I rip you a new asshole." I felt Jake's mouth on my cock as I sucked his. Jake's mouth kept bouncing as the guy fucking me kept knocking his stomach into Jake's head. Mike said, "I'm fucking cumming up your virgin ass," and that was enough for Jake. He shot his load into my mouth, shooting so much that some spilled out onto my cheeks, and I shot my load into his mouth. He tried to pull off as he figured out I was cumming, but someone - Mike, or maybe the guy fucking me - held his head down on my shooting cock. Jake tried to spit it out, but Mike said, "Swallow, bitch," and I felt Jake's throat swallow my seed down. From my vantage point, I could also see Mike's cock, now covered in his own cum, pumping more and more slowly into Jake's ass. Just as we were coming down off our orgasmic high, I felt the guy fucking me shoot another load (#6? #7?) into my ass, and another guy step up to take his place. Slowly, Mike uncoupled from Jake, who spit out my cock, and pulled his cock from my mouth. "Sit on his face again if you want your ass cleaned," Mike said to Jake. Jake lowered his cum-smeared ass onto my face, and I tasted Mike's cum - still the best I had ever tasted. I sucked at his ass, and was rewarded with a huge load which I gulped down. Jake was groaning again, enjoying the sensation of having me eat his ass. "Let's get you back to your locker room," Mike said, and pulled Jake's tasty ass away from my face. My mouth was soon filled with another cock, and the fucking continued at my ass. I lost count of how many guys had cum inside me. At least 20 ended up cumming in my ass, and at least half of those used my throat, as well. There was a steady stream of cocks and asses in my face, and so much cum that it formed in a pool underneath my hole. Even with all of the cocks and asses and cum, I still wanted more. Three hours had passed, and I still wanted more. One of the guys who had fucked my ass earlier was fucking my face now. His cock was covered in the combined jizz of all of the wrestlers, and I could also taste a trace of my ass on his cock. I slurped it like a lollipop. "Well, well," I heard a familiar voice say. "Haven't we come a long way, you little faggot. The last time I saw you, I made you eat my cum, but I never got a crack at that ass. I sometimes think I made a mistake giving such a cum hungry fagboy like you to Mike." It was Doug! I had forgotten he was on the wrestling team. Now here he was, the last one in line for my ass, his being the biggest cock of the group except for Mike's. I tried to say something back, but my mouth was stuffed with cock. The guy fucking my face held my head in place. "No need to talk," Doug said. "I know you've been wanting this, too." Doug's cock ripped into me, stretching me wider than I ever remember being stretched. He immediately began long, hard strokes into my ass, and even fucked my ass from different angles, stretching it open even wider. No one had fucked me this hard except for Mike. I groaned around the cock in my mouth. "Little faggot," Doug said. "I had you pegged for what you were the very first time I met you. You disgust me. No man would suck cock or get fucked or eat ass like you do. And you do it with a fucking hard on, just like your pathetic cock is hard right now. I couldn't stand to share a room with you, knowing that the mouth you used to speak to me had been wrapped around most of the pricks on campus. You're a pathetic cockeating slut, and you're getting what you deserve: a gang-bang up your sloppy hole." Doug's talk got the guy fucking my face hard, and he shot his second load of the day into me. I hadn't eaten lunch, yet my stomach was full - full of cum. As he crawled off of me, I got to look at Doug, naked and looking like a god, fucking me raw. "Look at me," he said. "This is the face of a real man. And this man is going to add to the hundreds of loads which have been shot up your ass. Fucking cocksucking faggot! Earn my cum!" I squeezed my ass muscles down on his cock, and felt his thick cock tense. He let out a loud, animalistic roar as he shot his load deep inside of me, so deep I could almost taste his cum in the back of my throat. I came without touching my dick, the spasms of Doug's cock sending me over the edge. My first shot landed in my open mouth, and I ate my own cum, making me cum even more. Doug spanked my ass and groaned again, pushing his cock in and out of my well-used ass one more time. "You make me sick," he said as he unplugged his cock from my ass. He spit in my face as he walked off. Mike walked around the corner, smiling and clapping his hands. "Good job, Doug," he said. "Show my bitch what a slut he is." Doug grunted at Mike and walked past him to the showers. Behind Mike was the Sigma Nu guy from the stands. When he turned the corner, he saw he, naked, cum pooled out of my dilated ass, my lips puffy from all the face fucking, and my ass raw. "Fuck!," he said in awe. "He really let all of the team fuck him? What a cumwhore!" "He's all yours," Mike said. The Sigma Nu pulled down his pants, but left his Sigma Nu shirt and cap on while he fucked me. "Fucking whore," he said. "I saw you serve those guys on the gym floor, and Coleman told me he fucked this ass the other day. I'm no faggot, but I have to get my rocks off sometimes. I didn't know there were such fucking worthless whores like you who let men use them. I've gotta find me a bitch like that." Troy had never left my side, and now he snuck up behind the Sigma Nu guy. I watched his face just before he started rimming him. The guy from Sigma Nu's face lit up, and pushed him over the edge. "Fuck!," he yelled. "Eat my ass. Oh my god, no one's ever done that. Gonna shoot up your sloppy hole! Eat my fucking hole!" His load joined the other's in my ass. About 25 loads was my best guess. That was like a big gulp of cum, staying warm in my well-fucked hole. Sigma Nu guy pulled up his pants and said, "See ya!" and left. I had been hoping he might stick around for more fun. "Now Troy," Mike said. "You know what your punishment it, don't you? I warned that anyone who lost their match today would get fucked. Not by me; my cock is saved for those worthy of winning. You are to be fucked by my cumslut, the lowest of the low, the omega male of our pack here. Do you understand?" Troy hung his head in shame. "Yes, Mike," he said. "I'm sorry I lost today. I will take my punishment." He got on all fours on the bench. I started rimming him, loosening his hole. "Use the cum as lube," Mike told me. I scooped up the cum which had fallen out of my ass and smeared it on Troy's ass and my cock. It was still warm and I nearly blew my load then. I pushed my cock against Troy's hole, and then slid in. Mike again had made me fuck a guy, but I was not in control. I was fucking because Mike told me to, because he was in charge. Troy groaned as I fucked into him. His ass felt warm around my cock, and the huge amount of cum lubricating his asshole made for a smooth penetration. When I was completely inside of him, I reached around and grabbed his cock and began slowly jacking it. Troy arched his back in appreciation and began to push his ass back onto my cock. "You lost today," Mike said to Troy. "And let down the real men on your team. Now you are being shown what you are - a thankless little bitch. If you lose like a pussy, you will be used as a pussy. Fuck him harder!" I complied, and Mike began to spank Troy's ass. "Fuck this little cooze. Next time he won't be so eager to lose." Mike continued to spank Troy with one hand, and used his other hand to finger fuck my sloppy hole. He brought his finger - cum-covered now - to my face and slipped it in my mouth. It was too much for me, and I came, shooting another load into Troy's tight ass. As I came, I felt Troy's cock spurt and his cum shoot out onto my hand and the bench. "Clean him up, and meet me in the shower," Mike told me. I pulled my cock out, and ate my cum out of his ass. Mike walked away towards the showers. Troy had this huge, stupid grin on his face. "What's so funny?," I asked. "I knew it," Troy said. "I knew that throwing my match was the right thing to do. I could have beat that schmuck, but I wanted to get fucked. Thank you." I grinned along with him now. "So I'm not the only cum hungry one here, huh?" I said. "No way," he said. "I was jealous that you were getting so many cocks up your ass today. Can you do me a favor?" "Sure," I said. "Sit on my face, man," Troy said. "I want to eat all of that cum out of you." I smirked at him as he rolled on his back. "You can eat most of it," I said. "But save some in your mouth." I sat my sloppy hole onto his hungry mouth and opened my ass enough so that a stream of cum poured from my ass. I heard him groan and gurgle under the manseed I was giving him and I wished it could be my face getting the loads of all of the wrestlers on the team. I had to let out several waves, and each time, Troy would gobble the cum and swallow. "Keep this last one in your mouth," I told him. My ass felt empty after Troy sucked the last of the cum from my hole. I turned around and kissed him. He opened his mouth, and I tasted the overwhelming flavor of 25 loads of sperm in this 18 year old jock wrestler's mouth. We swapped the load back and forth in the most filthy kiss I had ever had. My cock was rock hard again. We swallowed the load a bit at a time until it was all gone, but the taste of cum stayed in our mouths as we kissed. "That was great," I said. "Maybe you can come to our room and stay the night sometime." "I'd like that," he said. I kissed him one last time before heading to the showers. In the shower, I soaped up Mike's body and rubbed his shoulders. He was sore from his match. I took extra time to clean my hole - sore now after 25 cocks had been inside it - and made sure to rinse all of the cum off my body. I toweled Mike off, serving him like I liked. He put on his watch, and cursed. "I'm gonna be late," he said, and got dressed in a hurry. "Where are you going?," I asked. "I'll tell you," he said. "Sometime soon." He dashed off, leaving me alone for the first time in hours. I got back to the room and skipped dinner. (Eating all the cum had satisfied my hunger.) I was up late studying, and Mike didn't get back to our room. I fell asleep in our pushed-together beds. Mike shook me awake a couple of hours later. It was still dark outside, and he looked upset. "I need your help," he said. "Something's happened." Cumming next: Part 11 - Mike's Secret * * * * * Administrative Stuff: * So Part 10 is finally posted. I hope it was worth the wait. Part 11 is going to be longer still, and will take me longer to write. Give me another 10-14 days to post, but it will be there. Sorry for the delay. * If you're curious what I look like, you can view a face picture at http://profiles.yahoo.com/sailboyla . 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Date: Sat, 11 May 2002 23:19:37 -0700 From: Pete in Los Angeles Subject: dorm-domination-12 Dorm Domination Chapter 12 Initiation by SailboyLA@hotmail.com Disclaimers: * Don't read this if it's illegal to read this where you live. * This is a story about men having (raunchy, cumeating, ass rimming, and very satisfying) sex. If you don't want to read this, go elsewhere. * The characters aren't having safe sex because this is fantasy. Please use condoms when you have sex in the real world. * Post this story freely and widely, but please include my email credit if you do. * * * * * >From Chapter 11: "All right," Mike said. "The bitch lives for cum. If you want to test him before we send him upstairs, we can test him." The guys yelling in appreciation and Zak got a smirk on his face as he started to stroke his cock through his jeans. The guys went around the room, opening doors to closets, and getting the room ready. Carl went and got something made out of black leather and started attaching it to some bolts in the ceiling. I had never seen a sling before, but once it was hooked up, I knew instantly what it was. * * * * * Chapter 12 - Initiation Four guys rushed forward, tackling me, and ripping my clothes off. I felt the seams of my shirt give way, and they unbuckled my pants. For a moment, I panicked and struggled against them. Did I really know what I was getting myself into? Then someone's ass, covered in soccer shorts, sat on my face, and I remembered why I was doing this. They lifted me up and carried me to the sling. I was still struggling a little bit, and one of the guys holding my arms - Carl - yelled to someone else, "He's fighting just like Carlos did. Get the restraints." They threw me onto the cold leather and held my arms up against the chain supports. The two guys holding my legs pried them open and I could feel my asshole - right at the edge of the sling, exposed to all the world - as the cold breeze blew over it. Mike and Zak worked together to put my wrists and ankles into the thick leather restrains. The locks they put in place latched together with a loud click which had a startling sense of finality. I was completely at their disposal. They could do literally whatever they wanted with me, and I had no control. My cock sprung up, rock hard. "Now this particular model," Mike began as he ran his hands over me. "Comes equipped with a tight asshole," his finger slipped inside of me, causing me to gasp, "Unlike your ass, Carl. Your ass was as loose as the Grand Canyon. And you called yourself a virgin." The pledges laughed at Carl, whose face turned a crimson shade. "His cock is respectable," Mike continued, flicking my cock with his finger so hard it stung. "Not that he'll be using it much. But it's bigger than that thing you call a cock, Jimmy." Jimmy was an Asian guy. He had taken off his shirt, and you could tell he worked out a lot in the gym. His body was perfectly hairless, and I found myself wondering how his skin would feel to touch. "His belly," Mike continued, running his hands past my belly button, "Has a hunger for cum I've never seen before. I had him eat only cum the other night, and he skipped dinner his belly was so full. You could learn from him, Coleman." Coleman had a big body, and an extra layer of fat around his big muscles that the other pledges didn't. It made him look sexier to me. "And this mouth," Mike said, putting the finger which had been up my ass into my mouth and over my tongue. "I've trained this slut's mouth to pleasure men in every way. Any part of your body - cock, foot, armpit, ass, whatever - will enjoy the time spent in this hot hole." A couple of guys were naked now, pumping their cocks, and the rest were undressing. "All right, gentlemen. Here's your opportunity to test drive this little whore, and see if he deserves to become one of us." Zak was the first one at my ass. "It's time for a little payback, bitch," he said. "Your ass is mine again, but no lube this time." He jammed his cock through my assring and I let out a groan. His cock burned inside my ass. "How does it feel, whore?," he asked. "I'll bet it burns, just like it burned that day that Mike took my cherry. But that was just the beginning." He jabbed his cock hard back into me, my ass ring on fire from his assault and the pounding my ass had received the day before. In spite of the pain, my cock stayed hard. "Yeah," I heard Coleman say as he positioned a table underneath me. "Tell him what they did to you." Coleman straddled my body so that I was looking up at his ass and back. He lowered his ass on my face, and I tasted and smelled his ass again. "We had a pledge activity the night that Mike fucked me," Zak said as he pounded my ass. He was fucking me like he had something to prove, some score to settle. "And it wasn't just the pledge class and the pledgemasters. It was the entire frat - actives and everyone. They took us to the swimming pool after hours and we were supposed to go skinny dipping. But I never made it into the water." He slapped my ass hard. I felt Coleman reach forward to pry my ass cheeks apart even further. When Zak next thrust in, he got to depths he hadn't reached before. "When I pulled my pants down, the actives saw 'Mike's Fuckhole' written across my ass," Zak continued. "They nearly fell down laughing, and made me tell them the story. My big brother was humiliated. He said that I had asked for it, that I had started all this trouble, and that I owed him, and all the brothers in the house for humiliating them. And they were going to take the payment from my ass." Coleman lifted his ass off my face for a moment, and then farted right into my nose. He started laughing above me. "They bent me over the diving board," Zak said, "And tied me down with the lane markers from the pool. First my big brother fucked me, then the pledgemaster. Then all the actives took a shot at my ass - which was still sore from Mike's fucking - and then they let the pledges all have a crack at my ass. The pledgemaster's little brother was even visiting from high school, and they let him fuck me. I've never been so humiliated in all my life. So many guys fucked me that there was a puddle of cum between my ankles." The sling was rocking on its chains now, swinging with every push of Zak's cock into me. "I thought they would fuck me, get their laugh, and then everything would be back to normal," Zak went on. "But my Big decided that he didn't want me as a brother any more, not after what had happened. They blackballed me from the frat. They got the 8 ball from the frat house and stuck it up my ass and left me there for the night, ass exposed, and the puddle of cum at my feet. I fell asleep, not knowing what would happen with me. But this fucker saved me." I felt Zak give Coleman a high-five above me. Here they were - one guy fucking my ass while the other had me eat his ass - and they were high-fiving each other. Fucking guys. "I couldn't believe how the brothers treated him," Coleman said. "I knew that I didn't want to be a part of a frat which would ditch a brother when he got in a little trouble. I knew that their idea of loyalty and brotherhood was a sham. After everyone had fallen asleep in the house, I went up to the pool and untied Zak. His legs and arms were cramped, and it took us an hour to get that pool ball out of his ass. We didn't know where to go, so we found Mike, and asked him if he could help us out since he had been the cause of the trouble. I knew he was a cool guy from our fun in the ambulance. I knew he would never have treated a brother like that. The guys at ATO knew that our pledge season is rough, so they let us pledge on one condition: Mike was the alpha of our group, no matter what. We agreed. We still have a couple weeks to go before we're in, but we're totally stoked to be part of ATO. Mike really saved our asses." "You were the real source of my trouble," Zak said. "You and this slutty little fuckable ass that you have." He spanked me for each word in "slutty little fuckable" and my cheeks stung from his assault. "You were asking for a fucking like this from a real man, and you got one. I'm sorry I used Mike's property, but I think we all know you're the real trouble maker here, you cumwhore." Zak's dirty talk seemed to turn himself on even more, and I felt him shooting his seed deep inside me, which almost sent me over the edge. Zak pulled out and Coleman got his ass off my face. Zak came around to where my head was, and he leaned his face down next to mine. "Your ass is still the hottest one I've ever fucked," he whispered into my ear. "I didn't really need to test you out. I wanted to prove to my brothers here that I was in charge of you, after that stunt you pulled. Welcome to ATO, whore." His eyes were burning holes through my pupils, and his lips came down and brushed mine ever so slightly. Did he just kiss me? Coleman had taken over at my ass, plunging his fat sausage of a cock in and out of my cum lubed ass. "I fucking love sloppy seconds," he said as he rammed me. Jimmy laid on top of me and pushed his Asian fuckpole into my mouth. For having the smallest dick in the bunch, he still had enough to make me almost choke. My nose buried into his wiry pubic bush and his body felt smooth against my cheeks. The guys who weren't using me were standing around, all buck naked now, and talking about nothing in particular. Guys were jacking their cocks to keep them hard, and a couple of guys were helping a buddy out - jacking their cocks from behind while they talked to someone else. They clearly had a familiarity with each other, an almost family bond and comfortableness around each other, and I finally understood why they called themselves brothers. I wanted desperately to be a part of their family, and as they each fucked me, I began to know them, and a bond began to form. These would be my brothers in time, I realized. I wanted to know each of them intimately, to have the same familiarity with them as they had with each other. I could tell I was still an outsider just then, and I wondered what it would take for me to feel that way, to feel included. Jimmy fucked me next, and his cock was a relief after Zak and Coleman's pounding. He seemed a man of few words, and he fucked me with a clinical precision, touching my nipples and cock in just the right ways so that before I knew what was happening, I was cumming all over myself. He played me like an instrument, and he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty. Next up was Carl. Carl's style was quick and lazy. He stayed standing where he was and pushed me and the sling away from his cock. He did almost no work, and he came quickly up my ass. With him, as with the others, I found myself tightening up my ass muscles, wanting them to cum harder than they ever had, wanting to please them, to let me join their club. After Carl came Rico. He was a sexy latino guy, his skin a deep brown like a dark tan. He brought his uncut cock to my face and had me nibble on his foreskin to get his pre-cum going, though he didn't need anything to penetrate my now-leaking-with-cum ass. When he touched me, his hands were warm and strong. I understood the term "latin lover" better than ever before. He took long stroke in and out of me, and talked dirty to me in Spanish. I came a second time as he was fucking me. When the next guy walked up, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Rob was a black guy whose cock lived up to the legend. His cock was bigger than Mike's (I notice Mike turn his back when Rob started fucking me.) and hung between his legs like a weapon, its pink head sticking out from his skin. I couldn't tell if he was cut or not. He slipped his cock into my ass, closed his eyes, and let out a moan. He rotated his hips, touching me inside where no one else had been able to reach. "I love stirring up the cum my brothers left me," he said. "My dick is getting bigger right now, thinking about your boy pussy and all the loads which coat you inside." He pumped his cock in and out so deep that I was gasping for air and struggling to touch my cock. Several of the guys standing around were clapping and saying, "Fuck that ass, Rob. Plug his hole deep!" Jimmy even came over and jacked his cock off onto Rob's dick as he pulled out of my ass. Jimmy's second load coated Rob's cock, and he kept fucking with those long strokes. Rob came first, shooting so much inside of me that it spurted out the edges of my ass. My body was in a state of shock, and I couldn't cum again so soon. Rob brought his dick around and had me clean it of all the cum and sweat and ass juice which covered it. Carlos stood at my ass as I tried to catch my breath. Carlos was latino like Rico, but where Rico was tight and lean, Carlos was big and hairy and macho. He had big flat pecs covered with black fur, and big arms. He had the same amount of fat on him that Coleman did, which made him bulky instead of defined. His foreskin was so big that Coleman joked, "He doesn't have a foreskin. He's got a fucking 8-skin!" Carlos fucked me slow and gentle. He could move his hips in a way I thought was anatomically impossible. He seemed to be fucking in and out of me at the same time. My ass, and my cock, loved it. I shot another load just before he came, Carlos' hand jerking me off. "Your ass is sucking my cock in, you whore," he said as he shot inside of me. "Your hole is begging for more." After his cumload joined the others inside of me, he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. "Thank you," he said. Suave mother fucker. When I looked up next, I saw Greg between my legs. I felt his tongue dip into my ass and take a mouthful of mixed cum out of it. He had what I can only describe as a cum-eating grin on his face. He swallowed the load and licked his lips. "Do you know how long I've wanted a crack at this ass?," he asked. "I was there from the first day that Doug fucked you, and I caught you with a dildo up your ass. Each time, I hoped that Mike would give me permission to taste and fuck this ass, and that day has finally come. Now you'll know what you've been missing." Mike was standing watching us, a grin on his face as our RA took what he had desired for so long. Greg sunk his cock into the hilt in one move, and fucked my ass unforgivingly. He reached down and grabbed my balls, twisting them and using them for leverage so he could fuck me harder. All the guys were standing around us now, and each one decided to grab a hold of a part of my body. One guy was tickling my arm pits, making me squirt and fight against my restraints. Another guy pulled at my nipples, tugging them enough to catch my breath. Another guy was jacking my cock, and yet another guy was slapping his hard cock against my face, leaving trails of pre-cum and ass-juice. Another guy was tickling my restrained feet. I was in sensory overload, and I came without warning. I heard Greg grunt as he thrust his fat cock inside of me and unloaded. One by one, the hands pulled away, and I was left, spent, in the sling. Finally, one hand began groping me again, pushing into my stretched hole. I knew the hand well. It was Mike's. "There's a lot of cum in here," Mike said, probing my ass. He brought his cum coated fingers to my mouth and fed me. "Do we have our omega?" "Fuck yeah," and "Can't wait to get more of that pussy" filled the room. I was exhausted from all the early morning fucking, but I beamed with pride for not having let Mike down. "You're our last hope," Mike said to me. "We need our omega, and you better deliver. Let's go upstairs and see if Tom is awake yet." The guys got dressed and Mike and Greg untied me from the sling. My legs were shaky as I stepped down on them, but Mike and Greg held me up. I took a couple of steps, and cum leaked down my legs. My ass cheeks were almost stuck together from dried cum. Carlos and Rob helped me get dressed, and soon I was standing just fine on my own again. Once we were all dressed, Mike led us up the stairs to the first floor of the frat. He had us wait in the main room and went upstairs. We waited and made small talk. "He's going to get Kirk and Tom," Zak explained. "Kirk's our pledgemaster and Tom's the president. They did the same thing when we showed up." Mike came down a few minutes later, followed by a studly looking upper classman. "Kirk, sir, this is the omega candidate I was telling you about," Mike explained, introducing me. Kirk walked around me slowly, eyeing me up and down. Out of instinct, I straightened my back and stuck out my chest and stood at attention. He poked and prodded at some of my muscles, lifting my arm to grab my pec, and still didn't say a word. After inspecting me completely, he said one word - "Pussyboy" - and walked away. The other guys had been talking, and when we all heard the footsteps on the stairs, they all shut up and stood at attention, even Kirk. The footfalls were slow and deliberate, from a man not in a hurry, a man who commands attention. And when Tom came into view, I understood the admiration and respect these boys paid this man. Tom demanded everyone's attention by his mere physical presence. He was taller than all of us with massive shoulders which V-ed down to his crotch. His dick was visible through his jeans, even now in its soft state, and I could see it snaking down the left leg of his jeans. His arms were as big around as most men's thighs, and his hands were big enough to palm a watermelon. Masculinity seeped from every pore, and later, after he left, I realized that I had been smelling him from across the room the entire time. He had his own scent. From the moment he walked in, my dick got hard. Mike had always been my alpha male, but next to Tom, Mike looked like a pussyboy himself. My knees buckled and I almost fell to the ground, my instincts crying out to crawl to this Man and pray at the alter of his body. He met my eyes and I had to look away. He was too much for me to handle right then. "This him?," Tom asked Mike, pointing to me. "Yes, sir," Mike answered, his voice sounding weaker than I had ever heard. Tom began the same walk around treatment that Kirk had given me, and my legs started shaking involuntarily. Tom grabbed my shoulders and pushed them back, making my nipples stand out even more. His hand was strong and warm and electric, even through my shirt. He untucked my shirt and pulled it off over my head, leaving me feeling more naked than I ever had. He rubbed my chest briefly with those hands of his, and then made a fist. He punched me, right in the pec, hard enough to knock me back and loose my breath. He showed no reaction. When I stood back at attention, he walked behind me and stuck his hand down the back of my pants. His huge finger found my cum filled hole and he poked through my assring. His finger was bigger than many guys' cocks. Tom started laughing, the most masculine sound I had ever heard. "You guys got here already, huh?" Tom asked, still laughing. Mike blushed. "Yes, sir," he said. "We needed to make sure he was worthy of becoming a brother." "And what have you decided?," Tom asked. "We, the pledges of Alpha Tao Omega, unanimously decided that this whore - excuse my language sir, but it's true - that this whore is fit to serve in brotherhood as our omega male," Mike said. When Mike said this, and when Tom smirked approvingly, I felt like God himself had smiled upon me. Tom thought for a few moments. Slowly, he began nodding his head. "I'm impressed," he said. "When you maggots started, you couldn't even wipe your own fucking noses as a group. Now you have decided to let another join your ranks. Your bond is strong." "But there is a problem," he continued. "This boy cannot become a man without going through what each of you has endured. We have identified a flaw with each of you, an Achilles heal which would bring you down if allowed to continue. You have each suffered a trial, and you have witnessed these trials for your fellow brothers. This pussyboy, as you call him, has not had this experience, and cannot therefore be an equal brother to you all." My heart sank. I would never be a brother. Kirk seemed to smirk at this. He seemed to want me to fail in this quest. He was supposed to call the shots for this pledge class, not the pledges themselves. "Unless . . ." Tom said, trailing off. "Unless, of course, we test him ourselves. But his trial would have to be different. He would have weeks of hell to experience to come as far as you brothers have." "I will offer you this," Tom continued, his voice commanding attention from everyone in the room. "If the whore truly desires brotherhood, he will have to endure what each of you has had to endure. He will have to live through each trial that you have each experienced, each personal hell you have overcome." "But Tom," Kirk began. "You need the permission of the executive council . . ." "I need nothing!" Tom yelled. "I am the president of this fraternity, and with that responsibility comes the power to rule." "Sorry, sir," Kirk said, sounding like a pledge himself. "You have heard my offer," Tom said, looking at me so intently that it took all of my willpower not to look away. "You will have to endure tortures that you can not even imagine, only to become the slave of your brothers. What do you choose?" I looked at Mike, the man I had come to worship. The choice was clear. "Some of these men are already closer to me than brothers," I said. "And I want to join the others, no matter what the price." Tom looked pleased, a smile forming on the corners of his mouth. "Very well then," he said. "Your initiation will begin tonight. Rico was the first to be tested, and his shall be your first test. Get some rest today; you will need it." As he walked up the stairs (his ass sculpted perfection), I realized I hadn't been breathing while he had been in the room. The world seemed normal again. "Let's get down to the basement," Mike said, leading me away. "You can sleep there." "Mike, thank you," I said. "Can I ask what Rico's test was?" "I can't tell you directly," Mike said, "But I can tell you that Rico has a very small bladder. He pees every 10 minutes." As my new pledgemates and I walked down to the basement of what would be my fraternity, my mind raced trying to think what punishment a house full of college men would think of for a guy with a small bladder. Cumming next: Part 13 - Initiation, part 2 * * * * * Administrative Stuff: * Guys! Sorry it's taken me so long to post again. My real life has been swamped! It's not looking any better, so it might be another 3-4 weeks before I post. Thanks for all the great emails. They do kick me in the ass to keep writing. * If you're curious what I look like, you can view a face picture at http://profiles.yahoo.com/sailboyla . Just click on the picture and the distorsion will go away. * In typical Amazon.com style, if you liked this story, you might also like on the Nifty archive: Dominated by Doug Cup of Joe Jock Sex Slave Special Dorm Delivery Ryan's Hole (celebrity section) Buttsex Junkie (bi section, but all gay sex) Fraternity Memoirs (a real life story of frat hazing) Rim Shots These stories have truly inspired me and caused me to shoot enough cum to fill a bathtub. Thanks to all of the folks who wrote those stories. * Thanks for all the encouragement so far. Fan emails are welcome but not required (sailboyla@hotmail.com). I will continue to write the story even if I don't get emails. If I don't write back for a while, it's only because I'm working on the next part, so please be patient. * About me: I'm 28, love rimming, and like to get dominated by guys 18-35. I currently live in LA, and I will be moving to SF in August. If you're interested in hooking up, email me with a picture and we'll see what we can do.