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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/boys-crime-and-punishment/boys-crime-and-punishment-2-3 | Date: Sun, 15 Aug 1999 19:13:59 CST From: Ross Boy Subject: A boys crime and punishment - part 2-3 This story contains descriptions of sex between teenaged boys and is fictional. If this offends you or you are not allowed to read this type of material do not continue. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A boys Crime and Punishment Part II It was slowly getting dark so Josh and I started to make our move. Luckily the river was low and had a gully deep enough that people along the street wouldn't see us. If we followed it far enough, it would take us to a park area almost opposite our school football field. Brisk walking mixed with short bursts of terrified jogging finally got us back at school in under an hour. There were still a few kids hanging around after their soccer practice, which Josh had missed. "Josh man, I am really sorry for everything that has happened today. I wish I had never turned around in the toilets." "Ross dude, its ok. I mean, so I missed one soccer practice, and Tom is blackmailing me. But at the moment I am still floating from that super orgasm you gave me." "Josh you are cool. You are better than perfect. Anyone else would have killed me by now." "Well that would be a sad day, as the world, and by that I mean me, would be denied your gorgeous cock". "Thanks Josh." I said blushing. "But you know we could do everything that Tom asks us to, we could climb the harbour bridge in a thong, but what happens when he gets bored of us? He may just decide to show the video to everyone anyway. I just don't know what we are going to do about it." "Ross the only thing I want to do right now is get some pants on. How 'bout you?" "OK, you have a point." We looked around again and saw that the remaining soccer players had left. The gym was still open, as the basketball team would be practicing later tonight. We sneaked in and headed straight for the locker room. We sighed with relief when we saw that it was empty. We got our spare gym clothes from our lockers. We stripped our shirts and were standing only in the others underpants. "Ross, I hope you don't think I am weird by asking this, but would you mind if I held onto your pants for tonight? They feel so incredible on, knowing my dick is resting right about where yours has." "Actually Josh. If I were wearing them, my dick wouldn't be resting there, it would be resting...here" I reached out and twisted his limp penis so that it lay on the other side. We looked at each other and grinned. I didn't let go though, and I could feel it slowly harden between my fingers. "Ross, you better stop. Look, my car is still in the carpark, lets get out of here and go some place more private where we can talk and work out what it is we are going to do". "Your absolutely right. Let's get out of here before the basketball team, and you know who, shows up." We finished changing and quickly left the building. As we approached the car park I could already see the blue mean machine. It was a sleek little sports car that Josh's dad bought him for his sixteenth birthday. It wasn't as if he needed it to be popular, but it certainly didn't hurt his appeal to the girls and guys. "Josh man this is a great piece of machine you got here. You are lucky to have such generous parents." "Thanks. You know Ross, you can drive if you want. I trust you." "Really? You mean that?" "Sure, here are the keys." We swapped sides and got in. He was looking across at me and grinned slightly as I adjusted the mirrors and seat. I turned the key, and revved the engine. I put the stick in gear and took my foot off the clutch. Suddenly the car jolted and jumped a few times and went dead. Oh shit, how embarrassing. I stalled his car. Josh cracked up laughing, and I was so ashamed that I just laughed along too. "try it again Brock." My second attempt worked a little better and I bunny hopped in first until I got out of the driveway and onto the road. There I went up a gear and soon got the hang of it. We had been driving for a few minutes when I felt something on my thigh. I looked down to find Josh's hand slowly rubbing my leg. He was still facing forward, so I didn't say anything. Wow, this was amazing. Only five hours ago I was some insignificant, lonely gay boy, and Josh was some far off fantasy. How strange that it took one bully and a camera (as well as my cat killing curiosity) to turn that world on its head. I drove us to the nearby cliff look out. It had a spectacular view of the ocean, though not much could be seen at this time except by the moonlight. But that made it perfect for us. I pulled up and was pleased that there were only two other cars. I turned off the engine, took off my seat belt and turned to face Josh. His hand was still on my leg, and I brought mine down to hold his. "Ross, I can't stop thinking about what we did today, and not just the part about Tom. I did something that I never thought I would do. And I loved it. It felt so right. Sexually, I have never been so turned on. I could have held you for hours, and I want to be able to try that again some time. If you want to as well that is." "Josh you are such a dag. Of course I would love to try it again with you, and not just because Tom might force us. Hell I would much rather Tom not be there at all." Josh smiled and moved in closer to me. His eyes looked into mine, his mouth relaxed, and his tongue moistened his lips. I moved my head closer to his, and we both edged forward closing the gap between us. Our pursed lips touched and our tongues entwined. Our breathing got heavier, and our hands started to roam. I grabbed at his back and pulled his body against mine. "Arrh, ouch, shit, Ross wait." Poor Josh, I had pulled him so close that I had dragged him against the gears. "Josh, I am sorry." "Ross you have been saying sorry all night, now cut it out. If you want, we can go back to my place and we can finish this off. My place is only a few minutes away, my parents are away and my sister will be at her boyfriends all night." "Josh that sounds great, but I should probably be getting home. My mum will be worried about me by now. Maybe tomorrow?" "Yeah, tomorrow would be good." I started the car and drove towards my house. As I pulled onto the main road Josh turned at me and grinned. I couldn't figure out was he was smiling at until I felt it in my crotch. He had not returned his hand to my thigh, but my limp shaft. He fondled until it became hard, and then slipped his hand up the leg of my shorts. He tickled my balls, and flicked my head with his fingers. Goo already started to flow from my engorged dick. Josh rubbed it in, and I pushed myself into the seat, and groaned. It took nearly all my concentration the stay in my lane. "Josh, I don't think this is exactly safe sex, do you?" "Just drive man, just drive." "Whatever you say boss." Josh removed his hand and pulled at the waist of my shorts. I lifted myself up, and he slid them under my bum and down to my thighs. My dick stood straight and proud out of my lap, sprouting from my curly hairs and tight ball sac. Josh admired my slender penis and then gripped my shaft at the base, and slowly worked his fist up above the head. He then retreated just as slowly back down to the base. His fingers brought down some pre-cum and it rubbed over my ridge and the sensation caused my leg to jerk. The car jerked forward as well from the sudden acceleration, but I didn't take long to get back in control. Josh was thrilled by his newfound power. I could see he was enjoying this, as there was a noticeable bulge in his pants. Despite only having cumed very hard a few hours ago, I could already feel another load working up. The slow movement of his grip drove me insane. I liked it fast and hard when I did it, but this was unbelievable. I tried to hump his fist to get more sensation, but he was always ready for it. "Oh, Josh, please man, please go faster...arh, please!" His grip got tighter, but he went slower. This was as near to torture as I had ever been. My mind kept jumping from Josh pumping my dick, to whether the people in the other cars could see us, or what Tom would be making us do tomorrow, and then I would jump back to what Josh was doing to my rigid pole. My legs tensed up, my balls once again retreated to the base of my shaft, and I could feel the juices churning inside me. My hands clenched to the wheel, and I tried hard not to lose the little concentration I had on the road. Oh my, this was good. Sweat was pouring from me, and I was bucking in my seat. Josh brought his other hand across and gently took control of the wheel. The one attached to me loosened its grip but started to go faster. His hand became a blur as he skinned my shaft and head, and I fired off my second powerful load of the day. It flew up onto my shirt, against the door window, and over Josh's hand. I grunted and closed my eyes as the intense sensations took over my body. Knowing Josh had the wheel, I dropped my hand to Josh's and helped him finish milking the last drops from my dick. When my orgasm subsided I pulled the car over. We were only two streets away from my house. I turned to Josh and laughed. "Josh, that was incredible. That was...just incredible. I wish I could return the favour." "Not tonight my friend, but I will let you make it up to me. Come on, let's go you should be getting home." I started off again and soon enough reached my house. I got out and Josh came around to the driver's side. "Josh, thanks for everything. You are an amazing guy. Thanks for trying to help me with Tom, thanks for making me cum so hard, thanks for liking me, and thanks for the drive home. This has to be the weirdest and best day of my life." "Thank you too Ross, I have had a great day as well. But I only wish we didn't have to face Tom again at lunchtime. At least your not the one who has to make up for breaking his rules." "Yeah I know, but what makes you think I am going to get out of this lightly?" "I suppose you're right. I guess I should go now. Shall I meet you tomorrow in the library hall at the beginning of lunch before we go and see Tom?" "Sure, I would love to meet you there." "Alright, see you tomorrow sexy." Part III I woke from the deepest sleep I can ever remember having. I had dreamt about Josh and Tom, and had gone over everything that had happened yesterday. Just thinking about it made my dick tent my bed sheets. I thought about having a quick jerk but thought against it. I wanted to save myself for Josh. I didn't have a shower before I went to bed, so my body was covered in dried cum. I jumped under the steaming water and I could see most of the dried flakes wash away. I ran my hands over my thighs and stomach and I could feel the re-hydrated cum slipping between my fingers. I kept thinking how this was both Josh's cum and mine mixed together and my shaft stiffened. I brought my hand down and gripped over the head and shaft, and skinned my dick slowly like Josh had in the car. Oh, this was too much. Unfortunately I didn't have much self-control and returned to the familiar tight grip and pumped hard and fast. Images formed in my mind of Josh's slender dick, standing to attention from his taught body. I pictured his dark pointed nipples and the small bush of brown pubes above his cock. Josh was a dream guy, and he was mine (and Tom's). Then I started thinking about Tom's giant meat. I wonder if he will make us jerk him off? With images shifting from Josh's youthful tool, to Tom's staggering mast I shot over the shower wall and over myself. I wonder if I could ever run dry? I finished up, got dressed and headed for the train to school. My classes rushed by as I counted down the hours and minutes to when Josh and I had to meet Tom again. I was panicked all day. My palms were sweaty, and I couldn't concentrate on anything. I was even threatened with a few detentions by my English teacher when I failed to respond first to roll call, and then again when I failed to answer whether I had done my homework. Class was over and we broke for lunch. I was out of there like a bullet and headed straight for the library. I rushed and pushed past the herds of boys and girls desperate to find Josh. I broke through a small crowd to find him standing there looking left and right. Then we caught each other's gaze and nervously exchanged smiles. "Hey Ross, how are you today?" "Well apart from being scared shitless, not too bad. Should we go now and get this over with?" "Yeah, I guess so." We headed off to the yard to find Tom. He, like the rest of the basketball team, hung around the outside courts. When we got there he was talking to some other guys, two of them were from the basketball team. There were another two, but I only knew one of them, John. They were from the grade below us and we didn't have the same classes or went in the same circles. Tom saw us coming and smirked, then 'dismissed' his friends. He turned to us and indicated that we should follow him over to some trees away from the group. "Glad to see you boys again, though I was hoping you didn't so I could show off my wonderful directing skills. Josh my boy, you need to make up for last night, and I think I know the best way to do that." "What do you want me to do master?" "Josh I want you ask Tim from your soccer team to meet you in the gym showers after school today. Tell him it's important but you can't explain it until then. Do you follow so far?" "Err, I think so master." "Good. I will be there and so will Ross. Second, I want you to come with me." Tom led us to the other side of the school to the toilets behind the science building. "Josh, for the next part of your punishment you are going to take off all your clothes, and give them to me." Panic broke across Josh's face, but after a moment's thought he started to remove his jacket, shirt and trousers. He paused at his briefs, looked around and then continued. He pulled them down while bending over which concealed his crotch. He pulled them off his feet and stood, displaying his semi-hard penis. He then grouped his clothes and handed them to Tom. "Good boy Josh, I see I haven't quite humiliated you enough yet, but don't worry, there is more. Since you and Ross are so fond of each other, I think it would be only fair that I did all I could to help you two bond. Josh please get down on your knees. As for you Ross, please stand in front of Josh and take out you dick." Josh went down on his knees, still mindful that anyone could walk in and see him bare assed naked in an embarrassing situation. I moved in front of him as ordered, unzipped and pulled out my cock. It had gone hard from seeing Josh's beautiful body and so it was pointing straight up and was looking Josh in the eye. "Ross, doesn't it ever give up? Now, what you are going to do is take up where you were yesterday afternoon at the urinal. Do you know what I am talking about?" "I am not sure master, do you want me to check him out?" "No you idiot, I want you to take a piss. You are going to piss all over your buddy here. He is going to enjoy it, and then you are going to wipe it off him with his underwear. Do you understand me now?" "But master, I couldn't do that, I couldn't do that to him or anyone." "Ross it is entirely up to you of course. If you don't want to that's fine, but it will mean the whole school knowing what you and Josh do for extra-curricular activities." I turned my attention back to Josh, I could see that his dick had fully hardened and was almost flat against his stomach. I held my dick, pointing it at my little man, and tried to piss. It was hard with a major stiffy, but eventually the golden flow started. I had to squeeze to keep it going, and eventually the stream got stronger. The yellow fluid hit Josh in the chest and ran down the length of his body. "Now try and aim for his mouth, and Josh I want you to drink some of it." I raised my angle, and the stream went from his chest, to his neck, and into his face. Josh hesitated, but then opened his mouth and moved to catch my stream in it. He gagged and splattered at first, but was soon gulping some of it down. Piss dribbled out of his mouth and over his chin. Luckily I didn't have much left in me and the flow came to a trickle and stopped. Josh coughed a bit, but soon gained control of himself. His dick was still very hard, and mine was still half engorged. "Nice going you two, now clean this mess up." I grabbed Josh's underpants and started to wipe my piss from his face and neck. But there just wasn't enough fabric and by the time I reached his chest it was soaked through with yellow. "Master, what do I use now to clean Josh up?" "Well if you need to clean more off, then I suggest you use your underwear as well." I thought about this, and although I didn't want to walk around the rest of the day without any underwear for fear of tenting them with my numerous daily erections, I had to help Josh. I took off my pants and my underwear. I could feel the draft rush in between my legs and my balls and sac tightened up into a small, wrinkled, dark pouch. I took my underwear and continued to clean the mess off Josh's sleek little body. I got on my knees with him and we gave each other a little smile. I reached his wet bush and cock, and slowly wiped them. Josh's eyes rolled back at my touch and his dick jerked beneath the fabric of my piss soaked CK's. I soon stopped, aware that Tom was still watching. I finished and stood up facing Tom. He was clearly pleased with himself but I couldn't tell if he was sporting a hard-on or not. He was leaning back against the sink and the way his pants crinkled I just couldn't tell. "You two have done well so far. Now get dressed and go back to class. Throw your jocks in the trash on your way out as well, you don't want people to think you had an accident. I will see you both after school in the gym, and Tim better be there otherwise I will think of something much worse than this for the both of you." We did as ordered. We got dressed, threw our smelly, wet jocks in the bin and left as fast as we could to as far away from Tom as possible. "Josh I am sorry for that. I hope you can forgive me, you must be disgusted with me for pissing on you like that." "Ross, as bad as it is to be pissed on like that, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. To be honest it was actually kind of sexy having you piss on me. God I wanted to stroke my dick using your piss as lube. But if Tom had seen me do that he would have thought we weren't being punished." "So you really liked it huh, well I am not sure I enjoy pissing on you. And especially since I don't have any underwear anymore. I don't have any spare clothes in my locker, I wore them last night." "We are just going to have to get through today without jocks. What do you do if you wear boxershorts?" "I never wear boxers because I always get stiffy's. I need my jocks to conceal them." "Oh. Well just button your jacket and make sure you always have a book to carry in front. It always works for me." "Thanks, good thinking." "What do you think Tom wants with Tim?" "I don't know Ross, but I don't think it's for a friendly game of basketball. Or at least not the one with the big orange balls. I better get going and find Tim before lunch finishes." "OK, I will come with you just in case he doesn't want to go, you might need some help convincing him." We headed off in search of Tim. He was 15, and was about 5'11'', but still fairly skinny. He was good at soccer, and Josh knew him pretty well so he shouldn't have any problems talking him into meeting after school. We found him eating a sandwich and reading a football mag. "Hey Tim, how's it going?" "Not too bad Josh, what can I do for you? And what happened yesterday? We missed you at practice." "Oh, yesterday, I had some really important homework I had to get done. I just couldn't get away for practice. What I actually wanted to ask you was...if you could do me a favour." "What kind of favour?" "I was hoping you could meet me after school, and help me with something. I can't really explain it now, but I would be really grateful if you could meet me in the gym showers right after class." "I am not sure, I'm suppose to be going to the mall with my girlfriend Julie this afternoon. Is it really that important?" "Yeah Tim, it is. Sorry I can't tell you more now, it is just difficult. So will you do it? I can give you a lift right after we finish if you like?" "Sure, I guess. At least it saves me from a couple of hours dress shopping. I guess I will see you in the gym after school then." Thanks Tim, I really appreciate this mate." The bell went, and we all broke to go to our next class. My final class - history - was almost over. I couldn't help but wonder what Tom had planned for us with Tim. Surely he couldn't expect Tim to do anything too serious? After all he would have to explain why he was getting us to do this in the first place, and he wouldn't come off that great either. But as ideas rushed through my head, blood also rushed to my dick. I am my own worst enemy. The bell rang and everyone dashed for the door. I waited for a moment before standing and looked down to see if it was obvious. Even with just 5.5 inches, it still made a visible bulge, and so I tried Josh's suggestion. I buttoned my blazer, and it hid most of it. So I figured it was safe enough to go without causing a sensation. I walked out of the class into the hall, wanting to get to my Josh as soon as possible. There were still lots of people in the hall and they started to bunch up, and I was being pushed from behind. I wasn't thinking and I was soon pushed into the back of a boy. I felt my shaft stab him in the bum, and I could feel the pre-cum being squeezed out of my dick onto the inside of my pants. The boy turned around and I saw that it was John, who was talking to Tom at lunch. He was taller than me by a good three inches, and had a thick mop of blond hair. "What the hell was that you were poking me with? Was that your dick?" "No of course not, don't be stupid." "I am not stupid, I know what I felt. You have a fuckin' stiffy. What do you think your doing sticking it into my bum? Are you some poofter?" "Look, let's just pretend it never happened. I've got to go, I have to be somewhere." "Where are you going, to meet Tim?" "What's it to you?" "Tim has already told me, I was going there to wait for him." " You can't do that! Err, I mean I don't know how long it is going to take. It's probably better if you just go home and wait for him there." "No. I have already arranged it with him. He said he didn't want to take too long anyway." I didn't think it would be wise to argue any further so I started moving again towards the gym. John followed me. When we got there we found Josh, Tim and Tom waiting by the shower doors. As John and I got closer Tom stepped forward. "I see you have brought a friend. Well this should makes things a little bit more interesting. Follow me." We all did as we were told and followed Tom pass the lockers into the shower room. Tim seemed a little confused, and John went and stood next to him. Then Tom finally spoke, "OK, Tim you are the only one who doesn't know what is going on here. The reason I wanted you here was because I know how frustrated you are. I can seen you across from my bedroom window and I know how often you jerk off." Tim's face went a deep red from hearing this. I don't think he realised just how tame his crime was compared to Josh's and mine. "Tom, I err, I...never do that. What are you talking about?" "It's OK Tim, these guys are here to help you out. Aren't you boys." I answered with "Yes, Tim, we are here to help you, we are going to do everything that Tom says." "Tom, what do you mean they are going to help me? This sounds pretty weird." Then John spoke, "Tim man, its cool. I have already spoken with Tom. These two are going to help relieve some of our tension, you get it? I know that Julie doesn't put out, so lets just go along with it." "Sure, fine. OK Tom, what do we do now?" "Alright. Joshua and Ross, take off you clothes now. And get on your knees." We did as ordered. I removed my blazer and shirt, and my shoes. I already had a raging boner that was clearly visible through my pants. I unzipped and let them fall to my feet. I could see John and Tim's eyes widen when they saw our hard dicks. I don't think he really believed this was going to happen until now. I saw Tim gulp as we went to our knees. Then Tom went through his bag and brought out two sets of handcuffs. I couldn't believe this. He is going to tie us up! "Ok you two faggots, I am going to handcuff your hands behind you back. You are not allowed to fall over, and you are not allowed to say another word unless I tell you to." Tom grabbed Josh's hand and pulled them behind his back. I could see his cock standing proud, betraying its owner. It was craving attention and I could see pre-cum dribbling from his cockhead. Oh, how I wanted to scoot over there and wipe it up and rub it into his dick. Then Tom did the same to me. I could feel three pairs of eyes focus on me and my hard 5 and a half inches of throbbing dick. Just feeling Tom's strong hands made me want to shoot then. "You two are going to do whatever Tim and John here want. If you don't I am going to not only show the video of you two going at it, but I will also beat the cap out of you. OK boys, they are all yours." John didn't waste any time and walked towards Josh with a big grin across his face. His pants were already tenting from what looked like a serious piece of meat. He stood in front of Josh and pulled down his zip. He was wearing grey cotton boxers, and the shape of his dick could clearly been seen. His fingers dove in and pulled out his massive member. It was very thick, and I could see that it must have been at least six and a half inches long. My eyes darted from Josh's slender dick, to this powerful pole that was only inches from his face staring him in the eye. My dick was oozing pre-cum by this stage just looking at two fine specimens. John grabbed his shaft and pulled on it a few times getting it ready and rubbing his lube over his cockhead. He then ordered Josh to open his mouth. Josh complied and John pushed almost the entire length of his dick into Josh's little mouth. He held it there for a few seconds then withdrew and rammed it back in. He built up a steady fuck motion of taking it nearly all the way out and then pushing as much as he could back in. He then brought one hand behind Josh's head to keep it steady and prevent it from retreating backwards. His other hand went to his massive balls that were covered in blonde hairs and started rubbing them. This sight was incredible. Josh must have liked this because his eyes were closed. His dick was continually flexing which forced a continual stream of clear fluid out of his dick that formed a pool on the ground. I looked down at my dick, which was doing exactly the same thing. How I wished I had a free hand, I was craving attention! I didn't have to wait long because Tom was urging Tim to get in on the action. After a moment of hesitation Tim walked up to me. And nervously groped his crotch. My eyes widened with anticipation at seeing this young boy's meat. He was in front of me, and I could smell his sweaty groin, and the aroma sent me wild. There was a large bulge in his pants and I could see the flared head of his dick straining down against the fabric. It was a lot bigger than mine, and I could only guess at how long and thick it would be. But Tim only stood there groping his shaft through his pants. What was he waiting for? Then Tom came up next to us and pushed my face into Tim's crotch. I opened my mouth and tried to suck at his thick shaft through the layers of clothes. It was rock hard. My mouth drooled over his lap and soaked through his pants and jocks. He was obviously wearing briefs. Tom's hand was still at the back of my head, holding me against Tim's manhood. I was nearly delirious. I then felt Tim's hand push Tom away from my head, and I was momentarily free of his groin. I glanced over to Josh and John, and saw that John was going wild. His hips were bucking uncontrollably I could tell that he was about to shoot his load. Josh's mouth was stretched by the assault of this thick ivory shaft, and saliva was dripping from his lips. John then pulled himself free of Josh's well fucked face and he started pumping his dick hard and fast. White jets of cum flew from his deep red cock head, and hit Josh square in the face. John's load was shooting with incredible force. It was all over Josh's, face and some shots landed in his mouth. Josh's tongue darted out trying to lick up as much s he could. Whack! I was soon brought back to focus with something hitting me across the face. I looked back only to see the object coming at me again and it struck me in the cheek. My face felt wet, and when I opened my eyes again I saw that it was Tim's huge cock. Tim was beating me with his cock! It was a monster. It was cut, long and thick. It must have been seven inches long, and two and a half thick. It was very white, with just the head being a dark purple. Thick goo was stretched from his cock slit, to my face. My tongue instinctively went in search of his boy honey. It was sweet tasting. Tim was now sticking his cock into my tongue, and I swirled my tongue around the large head. I felt his coarse ridge, and stuck the tip of my tongue in his wide open slit. This was incredible. I then opened my mouth, inviting the monster cock into my waiting hole. Tim didn't waste anytime and thrust forward, nearly choking me. I gagged at first, not use to such a huge invasion. But I had little time to adjust as he pulled out and pushed back in fast. Lust had taken him over and he was going for it as hard and fast as his hips would take him. I used my tongue to lick the underside of his shaft, which I think made him go even wilder. My nose was being buried with each thrust into his thick bush of pubes. They tickled my nose, but the sent is what excited me. They smelled of a heavy boy-musk mixed with the faint smell of urine. It was intoxicating. I could feel his shaft grow even more, and I knew he too was about to blast. Unlike John, he didn't pull free. Instead he shoved the head and some of his cock down into my throat. I didn't know what to do, there was nothing I could do. I felt his shaft pulse and then felt his juices hitting the back of my throat. There was so much that some of it came back into my mouth and I tasted my first ever jism. It was so strong and thick, and it coated my tongue, mouth and my throat. Tim soon finished his orgasm and pushed my head away from his tool. My mouth now felt empty deprived of his giant cock. I swirled what was left of his cum in my mouth and savoured the taste. John and Tim quickly stuffed themselves back in their pants. John thanked Tom for the favour and left. Tim was very quiet and had a strange look on his face. They then both left without another word or even looking back. "You two have done well. I think you have done enough for today. However I haven't finished with punishing you yet. I want you to come to my house on Thursday at eight o'clock. Do you understand me?" "Yes master" we both replied. "Good." Tom unlocked our handcuffs. He then picked up our clothes and threw them at us, and left the shower room. Josh and I looked at each other, a little stunned at what just happened. We got dressed and slowly walked out without saying anything. I felt a little ashamed for enjoying Tim's cock so much, and wondered how Josh felt about all this. "Ross, have you ever done that before? I mean, sucked someone else's dick?" "No Josh, I haven't." "Do you think that we, you know, could try it some time? If you want to that is?" "Are you crazy Josh! I would love to suck your cock. I am so fuckin' hard now just thinking of sucking your cock." "Well then, you do owe me from last night buddy, and I did promise to show you my room. So shall we?" "Sure, whatever you say babe." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well I hope you liked that. I have plenty of more action planned for the next parts, but if you have any suggestions, or areas of improvement, please let me know. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/scarecrow | Date: Mon, 19 Apr 1999 17:47:46 -0700 (PDT) From: David Brown Subject: The Scarecrow The usual caveats. If you are under eighteen, please come back when you can legally read this sort of story. If you don't find ropes and gags enhancements to erotic encounters, you probably won't enjoy this; if you do, then you well may. Please do not post this tale to any other site without permission, and please do not post it as your own work. These stories take work (enjoyable work, but work nonetheless), and I enjoy receiving the credit. Alan Katz, this means you! THE SCARECROW I suppose you might say it began with the crows. Or else with the wedding. Of course, if you wanted to trace the entire history of the whole affair, and the motives of every man involved it would all go back much further. But I don't think we want to do that, so let's say it began with the crows, and start there. Or else with the wedding. Actually, the wedding itself has nothing to do with the story, but it was because of the wedding that I came back that Saturday afternoon, late for my usual on the back porch get-together with John and his brother James, and Rick. And it was also the reason I was all dressed up in a suit. I still kept some of my city friendships, and when Jan and Bill invited me to their wedding, I was happy to go. I had had a good time, too, considering, and since I don't drink, nothing of that was a factor in what happened. But when I parked the car in front of the house, and walked around to the back, I was almost an hour late, and the other fellows were sitting on my back porch, beers in their hands and smiles on their faces. It had been a beautiful Indian summer day, warm and clear and dry, with just that clean hint of coolness in the air that gets your blood going and makes you feel you must be right with the world for it to look the way it does, going out in a glory of bright color before the winter comes at last. I was walking up the steps when John let out a soft wolf whistle and James said, "Gosh, isn't he pretty!" I glared at John, said, "Yeah, right," to James, and headed on into the kitchen to get myself some iced tea. Nobody locked doors in our neck of the woods, and I knew the three had helped themselves to the beer I kept in the fridge for just such days and them. "No, I mean it," James said as he got up and followed me in. "You do look, OK, not pretty, but handsome, Steve, you really do." I gave him a look, one raised eyebrow and a rueful smile, and poured myself a tall glass of the tea. I wasn't sure what to make of his remark. I'm not so bad for a man pushing sixty, I suppose. I'm tall, over six feet, and I work out a bit to keep myself in shape. I've been lucky enough to keep my hair, though it's all Grey now, like my mustache, and I suppose I never was too hard on the eyes and am not so now. I looked at James over my glass. He and his brother were both medium tall, and dark-haired and fair-skinned, John with gray eyes and James with light brown. John was about forty, James a few years younger, and both were in fine shape from the work they did. The two of them owned a little organic vegetable farm they and John's college buddy, Rick, had run for the last fifteen years. John wore a walrus mustache, James had changed his beard for a goatee a year or so ago. I had always thought them both very good-looking men, John the more butch of the two, James masculine enough but with a rather touching boyishness about him that was hard to describe but hard to resist. The screen door slammed, and I looked over to see Rick standing there, a smile on his bearded face. Rick was closer to my age--he had been a grad student when John was an undergrad--and there was plenty of gray in his light-colored hair and beard. He had only a few months ago cropped back the long pony-tail he had worn for years, and trimmed his mountain man beard into a closely barbered but still thick, almost military affair on his big jaw. He was a big man all over, taller than I was, considerably heavier, fleshy without being fat, with handsome features and friendly but very shrewd eyes. I liked John and James, a lot. I wasn't sure I trusted my feelings for Rick. He drew me too hard. I had known the three of them since soon after I had moved six months before to this house fifty miles north of town, but there were still things about all of them I was unsure about. I suspected that there was more to John's and James' relationship than you might suppose would be between brothers; I could never quite figure how Rick fit in there. But I liked them all, very well, and they seemed to like me. Rick crossed the room to get himself another beer. As he opened the door, he looked me up and down and then said with his slow smile, "I agree with James. You look very handsome, Steve, or, no," he corrected himself, "you always look handsome, but you look very distinguished all dressed up like that." I registered with pleased surprise that Rick thought I was handsome, something he had never had occasion to mention before. "Thanks," I said, rather ungraciously, I am afraid. I was feeling a bit shy about this attention, although I seemed to like it well enough not to run off and immediately change out of the clothes that had occasioned it. I wasn't all that duded up, or so I had thought when I dressed that morning for the wedding: my good, navy blue pin-stripe, a light blue shirt, a dark blue and white and black rep silk tie, and a silk handkerchief of a paisley in similar colors puffed in my chest pocket. The sort of thing, really, that I had worn almost every day before I retired early, got into the used book business out of my house and more recently on the net, and didn't need to dress up for work any more. Not that I disliked good clothes. I didn't. In fact, I liked them, and me in them, truth to tell, but there wasn't much call for them as my life was now. Which was partly what lead to the crows. And the scarecrow. And what happened that day. I went out onto the porch, James and Rick following, and looked out over the field. I guess you could call it a field. The house, a turn-of-the-century, two-story farmhouse, sat on three acres of land, land long gone from being tilled to brush and woods. The only cleared area was near the farmhouse itself, a half-acre or so, some of which I had planted in corn and other vegetables in the hope of eating from my own produce. The plot of tilled land was maybe a hundred by a hundred feet, half of it planted in corn. The crows had shown an interest in the latter very soon after the ears began to ripen, and I had lost my patience with the crows not long after. So, city boy that I am, I had made a scarecrow, much to the amusement of my present friendly company. I hadn't had a great deal in the way of old clothes. Who does, nowadays, when you think of it? But I did have a closet full of suits that I had been meaning to give to the Good Will but had not, suits I certainly didn't need any more. I had found a decided amusement in making a scarecrow from my old gray suit. I kind of felt as if the scarecrow were really me, out in that plot of land, keeping away the marauding crows. And being the man I am, I didn't just stick the suit up on a couple of sticks and let it go at that. No, I did the real thing, or what I fondly thought was the real thing. I made a project of it. The stake I used was good and tall and heavy and well- pounded into the earth, and the cross beam for my alter image in the yard was stout as well. I stuffed straw with a will and gave the figure a full-formed body and arms and legs, and I used an old pillow case to make the head, though I stopped short of giving him any features. But I gave the silly fellow a complete outfit, not just the suit: a shirt, and a tie, and even, on a whimsical impulse, a silk handkerchief for his chest pocket, and an old fedora I had on his pillowcase head. When I was done, he was sturdy, he was well- dressed, and he stood in the field looking like the perfect gentleman scarecrow. The only trouble was, the crows didn't seem to mind his presence at all. John and James and Rick had gotten a good chuckle over my handiwork. James had found it funniest, but Rick had simply smiled his slow smile. "Looks like you've got a dandy for your farmhand, Steve," he'd said. "Oh, no," I'd replied, "that fellow's me, me from another life before, doing some good now, working in the fields." Rick had raised an eyebrow and chuckled while James and John laughed. Oddly enough, though, the idea that the scarecrow was myself had taken hold in my mind. I mean, every once in a while, over the month he had stood out there, in the sun and wind but not, fortunately for his fancy dress, the rain, since it had been a very dry October, I had looked out at that tall, still figure and wondered what it would be like to be him for real. I had said he was me from a former life, and he was dressed in the clothes from that former life. I found myself ruminating on the idea more than once, but to no sure end. It was just a fancy, really, a queer idea, me as a dandy scarecrow in a cornfield. And yet, there was something to the idea, I couldn't help but feel. I was sort of like my scarecrow. I was still a city boy, out of place, enjoying the feel of the sun and the air, but not quite at home, not really. Rather like my scarecrow image out in the yard, doing his duty and enjoying it maybe, dressed in the wrong sort of clothes. I was thinking something of the same thing now, as I stood on the porch in the long, thick light of the late afternoon, prompted, I suppose by the clothes I was wearing. "What are you thinking, Steve?" Rick asked from behind me. This was a common question from him, to John and to James as well as to me. He seemed to gain great amusement, in a kindly way, at getting us to spout out our thoughts and then in examining them. Sometimes, as now, I answered him truthfully, or more or less so. "I've kind of been thinking the last month that my scarecrow out there, my dandy farmhand, as you called him, is well, more me than meets the eye." I turned and grinned sheepishly at him and then glanced at the other two. John looked interested, James looked puzzled. "That's an odd thought, isn't it?" Rick said. I shrugged. "I don't know. Something about how he looks out of place in the yard in those clothes; it makes me think of me being out here, in the countryside, I mean." I smiled at him again, not sure how to say what I meant and not completely sure what I meant in the first place. Rick was looking at me with a smile that had a tinge of sadness to it, and he seemed about to say something, when James suddenly burst out, "That's an idea," and laughed that oddly infectious laugh of his. "What's an idea, little brother James?" John said. "Steve all dressed up like the scarecrow in his own yard, and thinking he is the scarecrow in his yard. Maybe he should." He paused and then looked at his brother and then at Rick with a smile I can only call wicked. "Be the scarecrow. Really, I mean." Rick looked half-puzzled, as if he thought he knew what James meant, but was hesitating to think he was right. John just grinned back. "What do you think, Rick?" he asked. "It might be fun." "For who?" Rick said quietly, but he was smiling broadly now. "For us, anyway, you and me and James here, and maybe for Steve, too. You never know." And he raised an eyebrow mockingly. I was watching them all, almost sure I knew what they meant, but not quite. "Let's!" James said eagerly. John looked at Rick, who shrugged. "Just so no one gets hurt." James jumped up. "Of course not, Rick, I like him too much, you know that! And besides, I don't like hurting, you know that, too!" He grabbed me by the arm and started leading me down the steps. "Com'on, Steve, you're gonna be scarecrow for a day." I chuckled and tried to shake him off, but John was at my side and took my other arm, and they both pulled me down the stairs. Rick was right behind us. "What are youggulummmmmph!" I started to say, but my words were abruptly cut off when Rick reached from behind me and stuffed his handkerchief into my mouth. "Oh good," James said, "you're gonna gag him." He dragged his handkerchief from his pocket and reached it back to Rick. We were standing at the foot of the steps, John and James holding me from either side and Rick behind me. "Mummmph!" I mumbled a protest into Rick's handkerchief and tried to spit it out, but John had his handkerchief out and he stuffed it between my lips, forcing the double wads of soft cloth in deep. "Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmm!" Even as I grunted into the gag, Rick brought James's handkerchief, which he had rolled into a thick bandage, over my head and dragged it back between my jaws. He pulled the cinch tight and knotted it firmly at the base of my skull. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmph!" Astounded and indignant, I grunted into the gag, but I found that they knew their business and I was pretty well silenced. From behind me, Rick said, "That should hold him for now. I'll get some of his own handkerchiefs and the clothesline while you two take him over to the scarecrow." I heard him clomping back up the steps as John and James began to hustle me across the yard. I was mumbling protests into my gag the whole way, and struggling to get free, but John and James, though smaller, were stronger than I and it was, after all, two against one. I was still convinced that the whole thing was a joke, although being gagged for real like this had startled me, and so I did not struggle as hard as I might have. I did give them some trouble, however, and they had only just managed to bring me up to where the scarecrow stood when Rick rejoined us. He had the clothesline from my laundry room over one shoulder and a big handful of my own handkerchiefs in one hand. He was grinning broadly now. It seemed that if he had had any reservations about what I still regarded as a silly joke, they were gone now. "Mmmmmmph! Mmmmmmph!" I jerked in the two men's arms. "How're we going to do this?" Rick asked. "You take the scarecrow down, and then we'll put Steve here in his place," James said. Rick looked a bit doubtful, but, stuffing my handkerchiefs into the front pocket of his overalls and dropping the rope to the ground, he set to work on the scarecrow. The rest of us watched him, me grunting into my gag in protest a few times, and John and James glancing from him to me, grinning the while. Rick took off the figure's fedora, pulled off the pillowcase head, and then reached up and undid the tie, pulling it free and dropping it to join the hat. Then he dragged out, with a little difficulty, the sturdy stake I had used as the crossbar for the scarecrow's arms. When he did so, the arms drooped suddenly to the figure's sides, and I couldn't help but think that the poor straw man must be feeling some relief, after standing with his arms stretched out all that time. Piece by piece, Rick took the clothes apart, almost as if he were undressing a real man, pulling out the bundles of straw I had used to assemble my scarecrow as he did so. In a few moments, the clothes were lying on the ground, the bundles of straw, starting to unravel now, beside them. He stood up and turned to us. "Mmmmmmmph!" I grunted at him, and he came to stand in front of me, a half- rueful, half wicked smile on his handsome face. "Cat got your tongue, Steve?" he asked softly. "Mmmmmmmph!" Rick turned to James. "OK, now what?" "Tie that stake across the other one, like a cross." Rick nodded. Taking up the rope, he used his knife to cut off a length, and then he tied the two pieces of wood as James had directed. He was thorough and neat in the work, lashing the cross stick firmly in place and knotting the rope tight. As soon as he was done, James and John forced me over to the wooden cross the stakes now formed and spread me on it with my back to the wooden beam. "Now tie him to it," James commanded. Rick grinned at me, raised an eyebrow at my protesting mumble, muffled by my gag, and followed James' order. He first cut off a couple of lengths of the rope, and then, swinging the remaining clothesline over his shoulder, proceeded to lash first one hand, then the other, tightly to either end of the crossbeam. John and James held me in position as he worked. He pulled the rope snug, coiling it in several close turns around my wrists, and knotting the rope securely. I jerked and struggled, but John and James, with only a little difficulty, held me in place. "Now ." James began, but Rick cut him off. "I know what to do," he said. And he did. He cut off a length of clothesline, and used the cord to bind my ankles firmly to the base of the upright stake, again pulling the rope tight and knotting it firmly. Then, while John and James still held me, he used two more lengths to secure my upper arms, close up to shoulders, to the crossbeam. Now I was too bound up to free myself or struggle effectively, and John and James stood back. Rick continued to rope me up to the wooden cross. He bound my chest to the crossbeam and the upright, crisscrossing the cord tightly from over one shoulder, across my chest, and under my arm, and then back again, pulling the lashing tight and repeating it several times on either side before tying it off snugly. He passed a length of cord around my waist and pulled it tight, cinching me back close to the upright. He used more rope to bind my legs above and below my knees, lashing them tight to the upright as well. When he was done, I could barely squirm in my bindings. I was pulled up snug to the wooden cross and lashed against it very tightly, unable to do more than strain at the coils of rope. John and James had watched Rick secure me so thoroughly with wide smiles. When he was done, James said, "That will hold him, won't it?" and John nodded his agreement. "Mmmmmmph! Mugummmmmph!" Struggling with the ropes that held me helpless, I grunted at them into my gag. Rick looked at me, a lazy smile on his handsome features. "Now I'm going to improve that gag, Steve," he said to me. He took out my handkerchiefs, separated three from the lot, and handed the rest to John. "Hold those," he said. I should say, perhaps, that I had rather a large collection of handkerchiefs, and that I was ridiculously choosy over them. I preferred them as large as possible, and with colored borders to them. The three Rick had in his hand were therefore very ample squares of soft cotton, white in the center and bordered variously with dull maroon or navy or forest green stripes. He proceeded to shake open the three big squares, layered them one on the other, and deftly rolled them in upon themselves to form a huge puffy wad. Tucking that into the bib of his overalls, he stepped close to me, and reached behind my head. As I said, Rick is taller than I am. The stake behind me prevented me from easily bending back my head to look into his face, and I was glowering at him under my brows. He grinned at me as he loosened the knot in Jack's white handkerchief that he had tied through my jaws and then let it fall to my chest. I started to try to work loose the gag in my mouth, but he was there before me, gently easing the sodden wads from between my teeth. "What the heck are you ." I started to say indignantly, but Rick cut me off by bending close and kissing me on the lips. His lips were warm and surprisingly soft, his mustache and beard prickly but gently fuzzy, and his kiss was tender. And long. I felt his tongue tease at my lips and front teeth, but I was too astounded to respond. After a moment, he pulled back. "You are such a handsome old fellow, Steve," he said quietly. Then he took the huge wad of my own handkerchiefs he had prepared moments ago and shoved it into my mouth. I was still too dazed from the kiss to resist, and I let him fill my mouth with the immense ball of soft cloth. "Good man," he murmured, and he brought up the handkerchief from my throat and retied it through my jaws, pulling it mercilessly tight, so that I groaned into the enormous wad that blocked my mouth. He pulled the cinch hard, looking down into my eyes, an expression that strangely mingled tenderness and triumph in his own brown gaze, and then he pulled the handkerchief yet tighter, and tighter still, before knotting the ends off in a secure knot. Without looking away from me, he said, "Give me a couple of his handkerchiefs." John reached him two more of my own big handkerchiefs, and Rick used them, as he had the others, to form a second great wad, smaller than the one that was now deep in my mouth, but still huge. With his gaze again on mine, he stuffed this second wad between my lips, in front of the tightly tied handkerchief. He was strangely gentle and at the same time insistent, slowly but surely forcing me to accept that second ball of soft cloth between my distended jaws. "Another," he said, and John handed him another handkerchief. Rick rolled it swiftly into a thick bandage, and this he bound through my jaws and pulled tight, binding in the second wad of the gag he was securing into my mouth. He pulled the band of cloth with the same almost savage severity as he had pulled the first cinch, and knotted it hard behind my head. "Mmmmm. Mmmmmm." I moaned softly, all that I could do with those huge wads of my own big handkerchiefs filling up my mouth from throat to lips. Rick smiled at me, or was it at the helpless moans that were all I could make? "Two more," he said, and John gave him the last two of my handkerchiefs. Rick deftly folded one, a big affair with dark blue and pale blue stripe in its border, into a wide bandage. He pressed the other handkerchief, one with all pale blue borders, in a thick pad over my gag-filled mouth and used the wide bandage to bind it into place. He wrapped the wide, soft swath of cloth around my head and over my cheeks, bringing the ends behind my head and pulling them tight, very tight, into a knot at the base of my skull. I whimpered softly, unable to stop myself, as he pulled the knot home. "Mmmmmmmphtpht! Mmmmmmmmmummmmm!" I struggled to cry out, drawing my breath deep into my bound chest and straining to force out the loudest noise I could. Smothered, completely inarticulate moans, senseless and thoroughly muffled, were all I could manage through that cruel gag. Rick took my head in his hands then, and stared down into my eyes. "Cat got your tongue, Steve?" he whispered. "What are you thinking, Steve?" I stared up at him. His big hands were gently rubbing the sides of my head, his fingers toying with the edges of my ears. He was smiling. He had never looked so handsome as he did now, close to me, so close I could feel his breath on my face, his eyes gazing intently into mine. I strained against the ropes that bound me, suddenly desperate to put my arms around this man. "Why don't you answer me, Steve? Hmmmm?" He was smiling now, his expression gentle, tender. I struggled with the gag desperately. "Mmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmmph. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph." My own big handkerchiefs bound around my head were unbelievably tight, the knots that held them digging hard into the base of my skull. The great wads of soft cloth that smothered my cries and made it so hard to take a deep breath pressed my tongue down and forced my jaws into an almost immobile gape. At the same time, the huge balls of cloth filled that distention to overflowing. I had never been so cruelly-nor so effectually-gagged before. "Why don't you talk to me, Steve?" Rick whispered. "Hmmm?" He smiled, still caressing the side of my head gently. "Is it . because you're gagged, Steve? Hmmmm? Is that it? You can't answer me because you have that nice big gag of your own handkerchiefs in your mouth? Is that it, my handsome one, eh? You're gagged?" Unable to help myself, feeling myself begin to succumb to the seductive sound of Rick's deep voice, I nodded in agreement. He was right. I was gagged. I was truly gagged, smotheringly, completely, thoroughly gagged, rendered utterly inarticulate and incommunicative by the huge wads and thick swaths of my own handkerchiefs. "Umm hmmmmmph." I groaned my acquiescence through the soft, mouth-filling gag. Rick nodded at me slowly as he let his hands fall and stepped back. Still looking at me, he said, "Now what, my friends?" Able now, for a moment, to take my eyes away from Rick, I saw that John had his brother pulled back up against him, one of his own strong arms wrapped around the younger man's chest, and a big hand clamped hard over his brother's mouth. Above that big hand, James' brown eyes were wide and bright, darting from me to Rick and back again. "Pity you used all those handkerchiefs on Steve there," John said with a grin. Rick turned around and I saw his smile broaden. "I could use a few to muffle up little brother James, here," Jack said. "There're a whole drawerful more up in Steve's room," Rick said. "How about if I run up and get some for you?" He didn't wait for an answer but, with a smiling glance and a wink at me, hurried off, ran off really, his big body looking oddly graceful as he swiftly gained the porch and disappeared into the house. John, James, and I were left looking at each other. "Mmmmmph. Mmmmmmmmmmm." I mumbled hopelessly into my gag. My emotions were a strange tangle of contradictions. My indignation at being manhandled this way by the three of them was long over. I felt a kind of embarrassment at being so helpless in front of the two brothers. But that stemmed from having them see, or so I suspected, that I had been enjoying all too much the whole affair, despite my indignation, enjoying it moreover in a way that I was almost ashamed to admit, even to myself. I wondered, no, I worried if the stiffness of my privates in my trousers was obvious to the other two, and most of all, if Rick knew-and what he thought. And what he intended. John and James, meanwhile, stood and waited. John's attention was clearly on his brother and on the far door of the house, I realized. James looked sidelong at me more than once, but he too watched that door. It was only a moment before Rick returned, appearing abruptly in the dark opening and clomping swiftly down the stairs and across the yard. "Let's tie his hands first," he said quietly. John snorted with a grin. "I did that while you were communing with your handsome captive," he said. I saw that indeed James' hands were roped behind his back. Rick grinned back. "Okey dokey, then, do I gag him or do you?" "You do it. I wanna watch." I watched, too, as Rick gagged the other man, using my handkerchiefs in the same way he had used them to gag me. Evidently, I thought, he had gagged men before, had had a great deal of practice in gagging men, and had perfected, as I knew very well, his technique. James, I saw, submitted docilely, even eagerly, to being silenced, and I seemed to sense a bond between the three men in the act that told me it was something with which they were all three intimately familiar. Rick unfolded and gathered into a wad, however, not just three but, to my amazement, four of my big handkerchiefs. When John lifted his hand from James' mouth, grasped his brother's chin, and yanked his jaws open, Rick thrust that enormous ball of soft cloth deep into James' mouth, forcing the younger man to take in the whole huge wad. James moaned, but not, I thought in pain. His moans, and the way he writhed in his older brother's arms, expressed not resistance to the brutal gag but his deep desire. Rick took a rolled handkerchief and bound it with unrelenting tightness between the other man's jaws, pulling it savagely tight and knotting it off with brutal severity behind his head. James twisted his head to look up at his brother while Rick prepared a second, this time three handkerchief, wad. John looked down at the man in his arms with a kind of amused tenderness that somehow shocked me and yet made me feel an obscure envy. Then Rick shoved the second wad into James' mouth, forcing it in without mercy and then binding it in with another rolled handkerchief. As James gazed up at him, he finished off the gag with a folded pad over the younger man's mouth and a wide-folded handkerchief tied so tightly and cruelly around his head I was surprised the fabric did not tear from the strain. With a wicked grin, Rick added a handkerchief blindfold to James' bonds, something the younger man seemed to genuinely resist, but, held by his brother and with his hands tied, he was helpless to do so successfully. John now pushed his brother to the ground and Rick, grabbing the man's feet, brought them up behind him. John used the long tail of rope hanging from the bindings on his brother's wrist to put James into a snug hog-tie. The two other man stood and looked down at their second captive. James struggled, rolling uselessly from side to side. "Mmmmmmmmph. Mmmmmmmmm." He twisted his handkerchief-swathed head and moaned into his gag. The sounds he made tightened my sex in my groin and I moaned softly in unconscious response. "Well," John said, grinning at Rick. "Now what?" Rick smiled slowly back. Pointing at James, he said, "I think this little boy needs to go home, don't you? It's his nap time." John chuckled, and looked sidelong at me. "And what about him?" "I'll see to the dandy scarecrow," Rick said. John nodded as he bent down over James. "Help me get this little boy into our truck." Rick leaned down and took James' feet while John took his shoulders and together they hefted up the bound, blindfolded, and gagged man and carried him across the yard and around the corner of the house. I waited, pulling at the ropes that secured me to my post, barely admitting to myself how aroused I was by my helplessness, by my huge soft gag, and by my wonder and hope at what Rick would now do. I heard the brothers' truck start and then drive away, and a moment later, Rick came back around the corner of the house. He paused there, looking across the yard at me, and I gazed back. I twisted my head and mumbled uselessly into my gag. "Mmmmmmummmph. Mummmmmmmph." Rick glanced up at the porch and then climbed onto it, grabbed a chair, and plunked it down at the top of the stairs. Seating himself, he took out his pipe and his tobacco and prepared to smoke. As he did so, he glanced up at me in a leisurely fashion, giving me a slow, satisfied smile. The stakes I was tied to held me facing sidewise to the house and porch. I could look over at Rick by turning my head to my left, or else look out across the fields in the valley by staring straight ahead, or to my right, through the trees that edged my little garden, see the railroad tracks on the edge of my property. The afternoon was easing off, and as Rick sat and smoked, and as I stood, gagged and bound, in my garden, the long light of dusk thickened around us. For some while, neither of us moved, Rick because he evidently chose not to, I because I was helpless to do otherwise. I tested and savored my bonds. The ropes that held me were very tight, and they pulled me upright into snug immobility against the sturdy wooden cross. I pulled hard at the lashings, but I found that they were firm, the repeated coils pressing in thick bands around my limbs and my torso, clasping me closely against the stakes. I managed little give in my bindings, and no real movement at all. My gag was equally secure. The huge wads of my own handkerchiefs that Rick had stuffed into my mouth forced my jaws far apart and filled the gape between them with a solid mass of thick, soft cloth. My tongue was pressed to the floor of my mouth beneath the heavy rolls of the handkerchiefs, and I could gain no purchase in my bite, though I strained hard to do so. The thick swaths of the cinches that held the double wads of my handkerchiefs in place were knotted with ferocious severity, and I found I was unable to loosen them even slightly. The thick pad and final swath which Rick had bound over my mouth and around my face were pulled firmly into a snug seal, closing my lips and cheeks over the huge, tightly tied in gag, and muffling me up completely. There is something that compels a man who is gagged to test his gag repeatedly, as if he cannot believe that he has been deprived of so fundamental an ability as speech. He gathers his breath time after time and tries to say something, to make some articulate noise, to shout for help, and he is foolishly surprised again and again to discover that he is gagged, and that to be gagged is to be silenced and muffled and inarticulate. I was no different. Over and over I struggled with the huge, soft wads of handkerchief that filled my mouth to overflowing, trying desperately to make some sensible sound, and over and over again my gag defeated me, reduced my attempts to muffled grunts and senseless whimpers. "Mmmmmmmph. Mugulummmmmmmph." Again and again I mmmmmphed stupidly into my thick and smothering gag, while Rick watched me, pausing now and then to take the pipe from his mouth and to smile at the faint and hopelessly muffled sounds that were all I could make. After a short while, the sound of a train came from long in the distance, the faint sound of its wheels rumbling on the tracks. I glanced over at Rick, to see what his response might be. Setting down his pipe, he clambered down from the porch and came to stand beside me for a moment. Then, with a grin, he reached down and scooped up the fedora from the ground and plunked it down onto my head. Then he took up the rest of the clothes he had discarded when he took down my original scarecrow and returned with them to the porch, laying them carefully on one of the chairs before again seating himself and taking up his pipe. The train was louder now, and I knew that soon it would round a little rise a quarter mile or so off and then come intermittently into sight as it wound its way up the valley to pass at the rear of my land. I strained to see it and suddenly, there it was, the first engine, followed by two others, and behind them, one by one, the long line of freight cars of varying sorts. Slowly the engines dragged the train up the gradual incline toward us, and then the first of them moved with smooth, powerful ease behind the thin screen of trees at the edge of my land. The tracks were not far distant, only several hundred yards away, and I could see the engineer at his post as the great machine rolled by. He glanced idly our way, looked for a moment, and then raised a hand in friendly greeting. I turned toward Rick, and found he had lifted his own hand in reply. Whether the engineer saw the movement of my head, and if he did, what he thought of it-a scarecrow who moved?-I will never know. The same fellow had likely seen the oddly dandified scarecrow in my garden for days and weeks past, and surely he was used to it by now. Except for the movement of my head, from that distance, I had probably not looked enough different to catch his notice. My own scarecrow had been simply a man in a suit absurdly set up to scare the crows. Bound and gagged though I was, perhaps I looked no different. The three engines moved past, the man in the second ignoring both Rick and me, the third lifting a hand in slow greeting like the first, and then the train rumbled by, car after car, tank, flatbed, boxcar, a long trail of them clanking and trundling at the edge of the yard until at last, the caboose came into view, went past, and the whole line was beyond me. I strained to look over my shoulder at the dark red of the caboose disappearing into the trees. "Mmmmmmph! Mmmmmph." I called after it hopelessly into my thick and smothering gag. I am not sure why. No one could hear my muffled and gagged cries even a dozen yards off, and certainly the engineers could not have heard them, and if they had, what would they have done? And I did not, in truth, wish for any rescue. But a sudden melancholy, a sudden feeling of loneliness had swept through me as the caboose disappeared, and I strained in my bindings and struggled with my gag. Rick put out his pipe, pocketed it, and came down from the porch to stand beside me. The light was turning thick with early dusk, and it laid a sort of golden glow over the man, touching his hair and beard with bright gleams, and flushing his warm skin with a deeper ruddiness. He lit his pipe then, watching me, a gentle smile on his face. I stared back at him, tightly trussed up to the wooden cross, brutally gagged, completely at his mercy. And deeply aroused by my helplessness at the hands of this handsome man. Rick sighed and shook his head, a wry smile on his lips. "You really are a good- looking fellow, Steve. You know that?" He looked at me as if he expected an answer, despite the severe gag he had secured in my mouth. I shook my head. "Don't you now," he said softly. He put his pipe on the ground, stood up, and came to me, all in one quick motion. Resting his big arms on my shoulders on either side of my head, he bent close to me, looking into my eyes. "You're a very good-looking man, Steve," he said quietly. He reached up to run his hand lightly down the side of my face. "Big and tall, and well-built, and with that nice gray hair, and that bushy mustache, and that nice chin, and those blue, blue eyes, and your nice smile." He was looking me over as he spoke, still gently stroking my face. "Oh yes, Steve, you're a real handsome old man." He grinned at me. "I've wanted to fill your mouth with a big gag like that one since I first saw you down at Limbeck's grocery store. Bet you didn't know that, did you?" Again, he seemed to pause for my answer, and I shook my head. "Um ummph," I mumbled, with difficulty, into my enormous gag. Rick took a deep breath. "Oh Steve, you don't know how it turns me on to hear you make those little gagged sounds." He rubbed a big thumb over the thick binding of cloth that sealed up my mouth. "I love gagging you, Steve, and I love seeing you like this, all tied and helpless and gagged." I stared back at him. Then I began to jerk at my ropes and grunt into my gag. "Mmmmmph! Mugummmmmmph! Mummmmmmmmph. Mmmmmmmmmph! Mummmmmmmmmmph!" Rick watched me intently, his brown eyes locked on mine. I sagged, tired for a moment by my struggles. Rick caressed the side of my face again. "You're all right with this, aren't you." It was just not a question. I looked up at him and then nodded. And then, to my shame, I felt tears welling up and filling my eyes. Rick clasped me in his arms, holding himself up close to me despite the stakes I was so awkwardly and securely bound to. He cupped my head in his big hand and cradled it against his shoulder. "Hey, hey, hey, hey," he said softly. "Hey, hey, Steve, don't cry, please don't cry, I won't hurt you, my handsome one, no, no, don't get all scared on me." He pulled back and looked anxiously into my eyes. I gazed back at him. I struggled, mastering my tears, and straining to swallow over the massive gag. Rick continued watching me, his face inches from mine. "You OK, Steve?" I nodded and struggled with my gag. "Umm hmmmph." I nodded again. "Um hmph." He stared into my eyes, his brown eyes intent under their heavy brows, for a long moment. Then he smiled. "It's getting cold, my handsome old man." It was, the damp air creeping close and chilling me under my suit. I had not noticed, until he mentioned it, but now I shivered in my ropes. "I'm gonna take you inside." Rick moved to my right arm and loosened the rope that bound my hand to the crossbeam. I struggled half-heartedly, but he had no trouble forcing my arm down and binding my wrist to the upright stake behind my back. He repeated this with my left arm, but this time he also lashed my wrists to each other. Then he reached down and freed my legs, removing the tight lashings that held my ankles and knees to the upright stake. Finally he untied and pulled away the ropes that bound my upper arms and torso. Now I was standing, a little unsteadily, with just my hands bound behind my back and to the stake. I tugged at the rope and mumbled into my gag. "Mmmmmmmph! Muguluuummmmmmph!" Watching me with an amused smile on his handsome face, Rick coiled several lengths of the rope and slipped them up over his shoulder. Then he went behind me and untied the knots that held my bound hands to the stake. Taking me by the shoulders, he turned me around and marched me across the yard to the porch. I struggled and mumbled into my gag, but he was easily the stronger, and, tied and gagged as I was, I gave him no real trouble. In a moment, he had me inside the house, and then he pushed me ahead of him, up the back stairs to the second floor. We were soon in my bedroom, where he flicked on the overhead light, and then he half tossed, half shoved me onto my bed. Using the ropes he had brought, he rebound my legs at the ankles and the knees, and then stood for a moment, looking down at me. He bent over and turned on the bedside lamp, then crossed the room and turned off the glaring ceiling light. Then he went to my bureau. The top drawer, the one where I kept my handkerchiefs, was half open, and with a sly glance and smile at me, Rick took out a big handful of my handkerchiefs and stood for a moment, hefting them in his hand and looking over at me. Then he came back to the bed and mounted it, straddling my thighs and dropping all but one of my handkerchiefs onto the coverlet beside me. "I guess I'm gonna have to tie and gag your little soldier, too, Steve." I stared up at him, puzzled by his meaning, but I was in no position to ask or protest. He reached down and unzipped the fly of my trousers and then, reaching inside, pushed my briefs out of the way and curled his big fingers around my hard, sore cock and my aching balls. "Mmmmmmph! Mummmm!" I moaned into my huge gag. Rick grinned as he carefully drew my dick and balls through my fly. "There," he said softly, "your little soldier is sure on parade, isn't he?" I began to realize what he meant by tying and gagging my little soldier. Opening the handkerchief in his hand, he deftly rolled it on the diagonal into a thin, soft band. With quick fingers, he tied the handkerchief around the base of my privates, pulling the band snug, almost but not quite painfully so, and then he wrapped the ends around the base of my balls and pulled it tight and knotted it off. My balls were stretched out from my cock and held by the tight handkerchief in a shiny globe. "Your little soldier is all tied up, Steve, isn't he?" As he spoke, Rick gently massaged my strained dick with his fingers, caressing the shaft and paddling the tender tip. "Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned helplessly into the huge gag of my own handkerchiefs and bucked beneath him, pushing my dick into his firm hand. "Mmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmph!" Rick bent close, his eyes looking into mine. "Not yet, fella," he murmured, "not just yet." He pulled back and took up another of my big colored-border handkerchiefs. "Now I'm gonna gag your little soldier, Steve." I wasn't quite sure what he meant by gagging my dick, but in a moment, I understood. He folded the handkerchief diagonally once and slipped it, folded edge down, point up, behind my hard cock. He folded the point down over my dick, and then brought the two ends around, enclosing my dick in the soft cloth. He wrapped the ends fully around the base of my cock and knotted them tightly, so that my dick was completely enclosed in a soft sheath of cloth-gagged, so to speak. The friction of the soft, clean cloth around my cock and especially on its sore and tender tip brought me close to the edge yet kept me hovering there, straining and aching but unable to quite lift myself into cumming. Rick smiled own at me. "There you are, Steve, my boy," he said quietly. "There's your little soldier, all tied up and gagged, just like you." He reached for another handkerchief, and then undid his own fly. With a grin, he pulled out his own rigid dick and his heavy balls. "Guess I'll tie and gag my little soldier, too." And using the handkerchief in his hand and yet one more, he "tied and gagged" his cock and balls, just as he had tied and gagged my little soldier. I watched, fascinated, as he used my handkerchiefs to bind up and muffle up his privates, strangely stirred by his idea of tying and gagging our little soldiers. There was something perversely tender about the image his words conjured up, and about the reality of our cocks all bound up in the handkerchiefs. When he was done binding his own privates, he took up another handkerchief from the stack beside me. He rolled it narrowly, and then, lowering his groin close to mine, he first knotted the handkerchief around the base of my privates, and then, pressing yet closer to me, so our groins touched, he knotted the handkerchief around the base of his own. Now we were bound to each other literally. Slowly the big man lay down on top of me, taking me into his arms and pressing close, our handkerchief-bound groins rubbing against each other. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I struggled against the ropes that bound me, against the enormous gag that silenced me, against the strong arms that held me. My dick was hot, trembling, almost ready to give way. Rick smiled down at me. "That's my man," he murmured against my cheek, his breath warm and sweet, his mustache thick and brushy. "That's my man, Steve. Struggle, struggle and try to yell. I love to hear the sounds you make with that big gag in your mouth." At his urging, beneath his avid gaze, I obeyed him, straining again at my ropes and moaning into the smothering gag. "You're gagged, aren't you, my man, my Steve, my handsome one, aren't you? All tied and gagged, and your little soldier's all tied and gagged, too, isn't he?" He picked up another handkerchief as he spoke, and began to fold it diagonally into a wide thick bandage of soft, maroon-bordered cloth. "But a man can't be too gagged, ever, can he, Steve, my boy?" And he pressed the thick swath over my already trebly gagged mouth and pulled it tight, tight, his eyes staring down at me. Suddenly, still holding that handkerchief pressed over my mouth, around my head, pulling hard on it to add that final thick seal of a gag over my already thickly gagged lips, he pumped hard against me, our groins grinding into each other, the soft cloth of our dicks' handkerchief gags, as he called them, easing the friction. He pumped harder, and harder, and I arched up into him, whimpering and mewling into my huge gag, and suddenly he gasped, and cried out, and jerked, and I felt my own gism shoot out with a delicious pain from my dick into my dick's gag, and I cried out into my own huge gag. "Mmmmmmmmmph!! Mumummmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!!" Several hours later, I was standing in front of the bedroom window, looking out into the back yard. There was an early moon, almost full, and its light shone silvery blue over the corn and the trees and the stakes to which I had been bound. Rick embraced me from behind, and I brought my hands up to clasp them over his where they rested on my chest. "What're you thinking, Steve, my boy?" he whispered into my ear. I smiled, but said nothing. "Hmmmm?" he coaxed. We had had a shower together and a good dinner, once he had released me, slowly and teasingly, from the tight ropes and the brutal gag he had put on me. Now he was gentle and comforting, and I leant back against his furry body. "I don't know," I said. "I was looking out there and remembering my scarecrow, and my thinking that he was me in some odd way." Rick gazed into the back yard, rubbing his bearded cheek against mine. "I felt like I didn't quite fit in, like I said earlier," I went on, "like that scarecrow in his dandy clothes." I shivered a little in the cool air coming from the half-opened window. Rick nodded beside my head and tightened his embrace. "But I brought that scarecrow in from the cold, and now he's mine, isn't he?" I pulled away a little and looked at him sidelong, with a half smile. "Yeah, I guess he is." Rick grinned. Then, to my surprise, since I had not realized he had it in one hand, he brought up one of my big handkerchiefs, folded into a wide roll. The middle was especially thick, and I realized as he pushed it into my mouth that he must have another of my handkerchiefs inside. He drew the bandage of soft cloth firmly between my teeth and knotted the ends tightly behind my head. "Mmmmph," I mumbled into the gag. Rick cupped my cheek in one hand and smiled. "You were wrong about that scarecrow, Steve, my boy," he said softly. "He was doing just what he should have been, standing in his field, doing his job the best he could, making the most of what he had, until the right farmer came along." He grinned at me. "And now he has. Come to bed, scarecrow." He used another of my handkerchiefs to bind my hands together in front of me. Then he pushed me gently down onto the bed and threw the covers over me. Turning off the light, he crawled in beside me, and pulled me close. I laid my head against his chest, and drifted toward sleep, contented, tied, and gagged. Copyright 1999 David W. Brown Compliments, complaints, brickbats, kudos: tugger049@yahoo.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/firemen-in-heat | From: fd745@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Richard W. Boehringer) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Fire! (A gay firemen tale) Date: 18 Aug 1994 22:43:16 GMT Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio (USA) Lines: 223 Message-ID: <330o64$l72@usenet.INS.CWRU.Edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: nextsun.ins.cwru.edu "FIREMEN IN HEAT" (c) The Fuzzman/Nightstik-1990 Well I passed all the exams and now for the past six months I was a fully certified and accredited firefighter! For four months I was pushed around from station to station and finally got a post on the outskirts of the city, a real quiet area. An area where every building must be made of steel and fire calls are few and far between. Well I didn't mind not having many calls to go out on and I was getting really good at polishing the old fire trucks and playing chess. To those that don't know a station is run in shifts of various crews, your heroic fire fighters are at the station for twenty four hours at a time. Sometimes it gets sort of boring and a lot of horsing around happens, guys are always playing jokes on each other. Being the new guy, I was the brunt of much teasing and practical jokes, but I can take it at least I thought so. One night the guys were all watching a bunch of triple X videos that someone brought in and the guys were all getting horny and grabbing each other and I having had enough of it turned in upstairs. Several hours must have past when I suddenly was pounced upon by some ass-hole and held while another hand cuffed my hands behind my back, a rag pushed in my mouth! Gees, talk about being scared shit-less, I was petrified until I woke up and realized this was real and I was being dragged, pushed and shoved through the darkened station house. Around me were some familiar voices and I started kicking out with my feet. All I had on was my jockey shorts and I felt hands pull them down and felt a sudden whack on my ass as some fool slapped my buns. Then again and again I was slapped on the behind, my front was fully exposed and I wished I had my hands free to protect 'the family jewels'! Through the rag in my mouth I was screaming and cussing up a storm...what did these fuckin asshole idiots think they were gonna do to me? Then I felt a hand grab my balls, not to hurt them, but a tender loving touch, a fondle in you will. But non the less it was against my will and I kicked out and hit something and heard a yelp. The room we were in was still very dimly lit, all I could see was vague shadows of male forms moving around me. I could make out some whispers around me and some snickers. What the fuck was all this some kind of hazing as they do in colleges? What the hell are these guys gonna do to me? As far as I knew most of these guys were your normal (is there such a thing), married firemen. The hand on my balls, or was it hands, were now running all around the testes and my getting cock erect!. The hands did not at all feel rough now, they were sort of lovingly playing with my privates. Shit what the fuck are these assholes up too? The only time I ever had a sexual experience with another guy was during my teen years when Doug and I used to jack off together. We would sometime jack each others small boy cocks off and see who shot the farthest load. But that was adolescence this was different and I wanted no part of this queer shit! Despite myself, my cock was getting hard, whoever it was knew what they were doing. Then the hands left my cock and all the other hands around my body seemed to leave all in union. Then slowly I felt it...the soft, ever so soft tongue slowly running along the shaft of my now taunt cock. My cock flexed as the tongue licked around my cockhead, it played with my foreskin and licked all around and under the skin, around and around my glans the tongue was driving me wild. My feet almostgave out under me as this tongue tormented me with its loving movement all around my cockhead. It entered my urethra and licks and probed there, It retreated to again lick under my foreskin once more. At the same time I could feel another tongue licking and caressing my balls and then running under them and forcing my legs apart to run the road of my ass crack. The fight was out of me, no longer could I or would protest, these tongues had subdued me....I was their slave. Two hands next grabbed me by the shoulders and slowly helped me to recline on a mat on the floor. My feet were spread eagle and the tongue was once more licking and making love to my ass, it was darting in and out of my hole, while my cock was engulfed by a mouth all the way to my balls. I then felt something brushing my face...it was a pair of balls, the hairs tickling as they brushed back and forth. The balls rested by my mouth, I could smell the manly scent of them as they were under my nose. The gag was pulled from my mouth and then the balls were touching my lips. My tongue slowly went out to meet them, the coarse hairs brushing my tongue, then I could taste the male. It was something I even in my wildest dreams had ever thought of, licking and sucking on those wonderful fleshy orbs. A cock of tremendous proportions was attached to these balls...a full and thick uncircumcised cock with its head peeking out from under the skin, a drop of pearly dew right on the head. I pushed up at with my tongue I gathered all the pearly dew drops I could, savoring the taste and wallowing in the musky odor of manmeat! A hand took the back of my head and guided it forward to the manmeat, my lips opened as it slid into my waiting mouth. Never had I thought I could swallow so much without gagging. The cock was more then half in me and touching the back of my throat, with a little effort I succeeded in getting it to bend and slide further down into me. A mouth on my own cock was doing the same, sucking then backing off, then playing biting the foreskin and then releasing it to let it hit the head of my cock. It amazes me how one can be aware of all these things happening around him, my mind slipped back to the cock I was sucking, it was now being shoved to and fro into and out of my waiting mouth. Slurping sounds came from all around, others there in the room must be doing the same things, just how many others I still had no idea. The cock was slowly pulled away from my mouth and its owner now came into focus, it was the lieutenant's massive dick that I was sucking. He was a really good looking blond haired guy of about 35, with a body that many a straight guy would notice, he worked out and kept it fit. I large grin was on his face, his blue eyes twinkling, his tongue licking his lips as he bent forward and licked and bit at my erect nipples, going back and forth from one side to the other. Another large beautiful circumcised cock was now being presented me from above, it belongs to Jack, a stud that was a close second to the lieutenant. His cock was a good 8 inches and perfect in every detail, the head mushrooming and bright crimson, a drop or two of pre-cum dripping from the urethra. My mouth opened to accept this delight. I quickly swallowed it all to the balls which slapped my face as they dangled there, his fucking motions pushing the cock into and out of me. My mouth could not get enough of this wonderful manmeat...gees I'm a queer, I thought! But if this be queerdom then so be it! Suddenly my mouth was filled with a sweet-then salty-then sour delicious taste. Gees, the stud was dropping his load in me. I thought! I was forced to swallow each and every drop, the cock shoved deep down my throat, I gagged but to no avail. I just swallowed until at last and when I thought I could never breath again he withdrew his sword. I gulped in oxygen as fast as I could and at the same time reveling in my own manmeat being expertly service by lord knows who. Another huge member came within sight as it was lowered like an airship of the 30's being lowered to the ground. My opened mouth awaited it, I was insatiable, my quest for cock was all I wanted...to suck...to devour the manhood of all my co-workers. The cock I now received was about 6 or 7 inches in length but of wide girth, my mouth stretched to take it all. The mouth on my phallus now left it and I could feel arms, strong manly arms raising my feet into the air. A mouth now licked the crevice of my ass and probed deep into my channel, it lubricated the channel for what I feared was butt fucking. My fears proved correct, as I could feel the anus being probed and pushed by what felt like an enormous cock. The burning sensation and pressure was almost unbearable, but I could not cry out with my mouth filled to capacity with thick hot manmeat. Slowly the cock slipped into me, filling me up completely, its head deep in my rectum, the slow rhythmic fuck motion even now were helping the pain the subside. The balls were pressing the exterior of my ass, ever now and then slapping sounds could be heard as the fucking got faster and faster. I was now riding a crest, a wave of sensual delight as this cock in my mouth and the one in my ass seemed to fuck me in sync. Balls hit my chin, balls hit my but, I squirmed to receive every inch of the massive cock in deep up my ass. With a loud moan my ass fucker shot his copious load deep into me, my ass warmed more by this hot liquid. The cock in my mouth also erupted and lava of white sweet tasting sperm. The cock in my butt was withdrawn and another pushed itself way up the chute, my ass muscles grabbing it and caressing it, guiding it further up my hot hole. My mouth overflowed with semen as I tried to drink ever precious drop of male seed. The cock was also withdrawn from my mouth, my jaw felt strangely sore. The cock in my butt continued its onslaught and before long it to shot its manly load deeply! Was there no rest for my ravished body as yet another cock was offered my waiting and stretched lips. It was a bit smaller and I welcomed it, it seems they started me off with the biggest and were working down, who was I to complain! My asshole I could feel was dripping the loads of now several cocks and a tongue was now down there licking my wide opened hole. The cock in my mouth popped off a nice load and I dutifully swallowed it. The ass of some beautiful stud was now lowered over my face and I began licking the crack and working my tongue deep up his crevice, he moaned as I worked my tongue all around. The nutty taste of the anus was so different from that of cocks, I was really getting into this....MY GOSH I'M A QUEER!! As I licked ass the owner was jerking his massive cock and his balls tightened as he made ready to drop a load of liquid seed on my chest. The spurts splattered all over me and felt like a warm rain. With a blast the alarm bell sounded, and all the naked lusty bodies left me lying there on the floor. The lieutenant yelled over his shoulder for me to just rest up and not come on the call. The guys were all scrambling about putting on there rubber coats and gear, making ready to fight fire and save lives! Me I just lay there in a pool of spent semen and in total exhaustion fell into a sleep. When the guys came back hours later they were all wiped out and reeked of smoke, I served them all hot coffee I brewed while all alone, they all slapped at my ass as I went round the table serving our city's finest firemen. AUTHORS' NOTE: This story is in part based on fact. The sexual hazing and the game "scrotum on the head" did occur in a widely noted case in Dade County, Florida where a group of fire- fighters were discharged from duty for these practices! END -- Regards, Rich |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/palm-springs-weekend | PALM SPRINGS WEEKEND 18650 Words, 59 Pages, 132K BY: Frank Albright copyrite 1989 JUNE 1988 It had been a long, tough month at work; but the deal was finally closed and the contract signed. I needed some R&R, so to celebrate my success, I'd gotten away on an early Friday flight for a long weekend in Palm Springs. It was in the low 90's when I arrived. Just what I needed. I picked up the Lincoln I'd reserved and drove to the Motel. I registered and dumped my bags in the suite I'd booked and then headed for Indian Wells. There was plenty of time to get in 9 holes of golf after which I could just lounge, bareass, by the Motel's pool and work on a tan. I had an early dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant & then dropped by my favorite "ole time" Cathedral City bar on Hwy 111 for a few beers. I hung around till 10 PM & then drifted around the corner to another of the Springs "all male hot spots". I'd been there for about an hour when a tough looking, young hunk came up and introduced himself. He was a Marine in town from 29 Palms looking for some action. I outlined my interests and he said that he'd like to join me for as long as I wanted him. He had to be back at the base by 7 AM Monday; but until then he was all mine. We left after finishing our beers and headed back to the Motel. His name was Paul -- a 4 stripper USMC Gunny. My weekend slave was 26, 6', 195#, sandy brown hair cut in a Marine high & tight, blue eyes, moderate chest hair (just enough to highlight his physique - not cover it), very defined biceps, pecs, abs, thighs and great calves. When we got back to the Motel, I had him strip buck naked in the parking lot. When he was totally naked, I had him fold his clothes, which I took and locked in the trunk of my car. He didn't object to the public stripping (actually at that hour there was no one around to see him). In fact, Paul didn't object to any of the abuse I subjected him to during the remainder of weekend. He was as eager a slave wannabe as I'd ever encountered. I led him into the locked Motel compound and sat down on one of the lounge chairs which circled the pool. Paul stood in front of me at Parade Rest - displaying his muscular, naked body for me. I took advantage of Paul's stance to run my hands up and down his inner thighs. His thick, uncut 7' cock responded immediately by tracing an arc into full erection. I took hold of Paul's hardon and pulled the solid shaft straight down until it was parallel with his massive legs, pointing straight down to the ground. The Marine never changed his stance or gave the slightest expression of discomfort. I was impressed. This slave was going to be fun to work. I told him that, with the exception of a leather cock ring or leather & steel cock cage (which I would alternate throughout the weekend); he would stay naked whenever we were at the Motel. The Motel is very private and has a bareass policy so it wouldn't be any "big deal". I was aware of the stringent restrictions placed on an active duty serviceman where social interaction is concerned and had no intentions of compromising his vulnerability. The impression I wanted Paul to understand was that his body was to be completly open to me at all times when we were at the Motel. Regardless of what other men might see him, the important point was that he was exposed and exhibited for me. Paul understood and said that he was turned on by the prospect of being kept stark naked with his clothes locked in my trunk. The no exit situation stimulated his libido. It was very evident by his rock hard, vein bulging cock. I released my grip on the Marine's boner and let his fat, hard cock slap up against his belly. It bounced up and down for a few seconds comming to rest at a perfect 45 degree angle from his body. This kid was built and obviously sexually in full rut. I leaned back into the lounge chair and told Paul to flex out. He responded immediately by flexing every muscle in his well proportioned physique to maximum extension. He posed for about 20 minuites - not leaving a single muscle undisplayed including his sphincter and penis. When he finished, his body was reflecting the pool lights from the sweat he'd worked up. It was an incredible sight. I told him to dive into the pool and cool off. Paul was in the water immediately swimming around like a dolphin. I went into my suite, stripped and retrieved two towels. When I returned to the pool Paul was floating on his back with his erection pointing straight up like a submarine periscope. I dove in and joined him. We fucked around in the pool for about an hour and then headed for my suite. Paul dried himself off with one of the towels I'd brought out; but he took my towel and threw it into the corner of the bedroom.. He dried me off with his mouth, sucking every drop of pool water off my body and licking me clean with his tongue. He sucked, licked and nibbeled at my cock until it hardened to its full 8 inches of uncut Master meat. When he had me stimulated to the erupting point, I had Paul use his mouth to slip a rubber over my throbbing erection. He had me sheathed in no time flat. I took him in my arms and hugged and deep throated him while carrying him over to the bed. I fucked Marine ass until we both fell alseep in each other's arms. I got up at 4:30 AM and laid out a steel cock ring and leopard spotted thong bikini for Paul. After slipping on a pair of UDT's, I nudged Paul awake and told him to dress in what I'd laid out and then meet me out front in 5 minuites. My military slave was waiting for me in the thong bikini when I rode up on one of the Motel's bicycles. I pulled the front of the bikini down to inspect the cock ring. It was in place and was puching the Marine's cock and balls out front. I told Paul that we were going for a 3 mile run to start the day. I rode the bike beside him setting the pace -- which was fast. He kept up the tempo with his bare feet slapping out an even cadence on the pavement. His cock and balls were jumping up and down too. The thong bikini was made of nylon and didn't provide much support for the Marine's hefty basket now exaggerated by the weighted cock ring.. His pecs were bouncing too with each tit on full high beam.. As each foot hit the road, sweat was splashing off his body. By the time we'd finished 2 miles, Paul was getting winded. I slowed the pace down to a crawl and let him recoup. He needed a little extra encouragement so I stopped and took a 6 foot leather thong out of my pocket. I attached one end to Paul's cock ring and the other to the seat of my bike. The tension on the leather thong pulled Paul's cock and balls so that they almost came out of the top of his bikini. With the addition of this impromptu leash, he renewed his effort. Paul's dick also responded to the encouragement by growing into a fine early morning hard-on. It didn't take long for his rod to poke its way out the top of the bikini. He was such a virile sight bouncing along behind my bicycle that I added an extra mile for emphasis. When we arrived back at the Inn, it was almost 6 AM. No one else was up so Paul and I took a long leisurely dip in the hot tub to relax. Interrupted once by Paul getting breakfast in the form of my hard cock rammed down his throat. Before long, the sun was up and warmed the pool area sufficiently to invite some bareassed sunbathing. Stretching out leisurely on a chaise just didn't seem appropriate for Paul. So while he was doing some morning PT exercises, I went to the room and retrieved some leather straps. When Paul saw what I had in my hand, his cock flexed. Actually I'm not sure whether the arousal was due to the sight of the leather straps or the jumping jacks that he was doing which were slamming his hard cock up and down against his belly. Regardless of the cause, by the time I told him to get his ass over to a chaise which I had placed in the hottest area and lay down on his back; Paul's 7 inches was at full, vein bulging attention. I had him extent his arms over his head, first securing his upper arms between his biceps and pits to the top of the chaise. Next I tied off each wrist pulling his arms across each other and behind the chaise (like a figure X) tying the ends of each leather strap to the back legs of the chaise. With just his arms tied in this manner, Paul found it very difficult to move the rest of his body. I didn't think that was enough of a challenge for such a strapping Marine so I completed his bondage by tying off both of his legs at the ankles to each of the front legs of the chaise. One of the biggest turn-ons either for myself or another man are TITS. Paul had a great set. They were partially covered with his chest hair so I got a straight edge razor and dry-shaved a small circle around each nipple. I shaved off just enough hair to fully expose his two nips. From a distance the visual effect of the shaving didn't alter the total impression of Paul's hairy chest. In fact it gave it a highlight which was very sexy and attractive. The strapped down Marine's tits were already hard but not hard enough for me. One of the greatest auto-stimulation products I've discovered in the last 15 years is the standard Cutter's Snake Bite Kit. The two green suction cups that make up the outside of the Kit are great for coaxing blood into a man's tits and getting them really big, not to mention extremely sensitive. After putting some alcohol on Paul's dry-shaved pecs, I wet the two suction cups and squeezed them firmly to attach them to his pecs -covering the targeted tits. This got a groan of contentment and apprehension from Paul. Throughout all of this his raging hardon remained rigid and throbbing. While I was shaving his tits, each time I squeezed or massaged a nipple, Paul's cock would jump in response. This man was HOT. While Paul's tits were being sucked out, I turned my attention to his rigid pulsating penis. It seemed to be reveling in its freedom -- the only muscle on the Marine's body that was still free to stir at will. One thing that years of experience has taught me is that when strong men get turned on, their libidos usually take over from their common sense. The reason I inject this hear is that a large number of men dominating a scene like this would just do whatever they thought was a good idea. After all they had some sweating, writhing hunk secured in a vulnerable situation; why not exploit the situation? It's best to remember that there are 2 men participating in the scene - not just one. If you expect any honest feed back, let alone satisfaction - don't let yourself slip into a singularity of purpose! Bring him along too. You'll find it's a more complete turn on. Especially if you ever want to see him again. I rarely ask questions during a session; but one thing I've learned over time is that hairy men are VERY attached to their hair and I don't mean just physically. Removing a man's hair is an extreme psychological as well as physical act. It ranks right up there with branding. In fact, in a temporary way, a total body shave for a man is a form of submissive branding. It exhibits his submission to all those who see his shaved body -- particularly if they knew him prior to the shaving. In a full time relationship -- as a matter of commitment -- a full body shave is a great gesture. A bonding. In a transient affair; however, where there is no full time commitment, stripping a man of his hair without consent can lead to a really traumatic experience (as well as a bloody nose or worse for the shaver once the shavee is on the loose!) So when I'm presented with a very vulnerable, hot-to-trot, hairy body; before I start swiping off hair with my straight razor; I ask what embarrassment or difficulty it would cause the man if - for the sake of increasing the sensitivity of the session- he would agree to have some portion or all of his body hair shaved off. In this particular touching and sensitive moment, I put the question to Paul. He assured me that he could deal with any embarrassment that a shaving would cause and that I should proceed as I saw fit. He left it to my discretion. What a VERY HOT man this Marine was! That was all of the assurance I needed. I had no intention of stripping off all of Paul's hairy coat -- it was too impressive. I did need some unobstructed access to his crotch though; so Paul was about to lose his pubic hair. The sight of my straight razor in one hand and his cock tightly clinched in my other hand was tormenting Paul almost to the breaking point (or more accurately "climax" point). This time I put some oil in my palm and gently started milking the stretched out Marine. It was getting hotter, both from the sun and from the sexual fire between Paul and me. Paul's taut, naked, strapped down body was wet with sweat again. He was twisting and turning in his bondage as best he could to offset the incredible stimulation I knew he was experiencing by having his erection played with. Paul was on the edge in no time. I had ordered him not to come without my explicit permission. His groans and deep breaths were now audible moans as he tried to keep himself in check. He was squirming in the best tradition of the Corps. I was about to climax myself when the straight razor in my other hand reminded me that there was some crotch shaving to do. I wiped the mixture of oil and precum up and down Paul's shaft. I dried my hand on a towel and firmly took hold of the head of Paul's cock and began to shave the shaft with the other. I got two strokes on his cock shaft when Paul cried out: "Oh please, Sir! I can't control it any more. Please let me shoot, Sir." I put down the razor and squeezed his cock head as tight as I could with one hand while pulling down hard on his ballsac with the other. I kept the pressure on for a minute or two and the combination of pain from his balls coupled with the restriction of his urethra did the trick. Paul relaxed. I told him that I'd be getting him off very soon; but for now he should take this sexual torment like a Marine. He laughed and excused himself for stopping me from the shaving. I told him that he'd pay for it later and picked up my razor and returned to shaving the still engorged cock shaft. In no time Paul's cock was shaved and even more sensitive to the touch. I used this to my advantage because his scrotum hung very low and shaving it would be easier if I could coax his nuts into a pre-orgasm position. I started slowly milking him again. It didn't take long until Paul's nut sac started contracting. As it contracted, I'd pull his nuts to the bottom of the sac and shave. This had the dual effect of prolonging Paul's orgasm while helping me to get a very clean shave. The shaving didn't take very long and in no time I was dousing Paul's crotch with alcohol. I enjoyed his wincing against the liquid's sting followed immediately by his reaction to feeling a breeze where he had never felt one before. It was time to turn our mutual attention from stimulating one area of this muscular body to working on another. Throughout all of the cock-centered ordeal, Paul's tits were being sucked up into the suction cups I'd attached to his pecs. By now they were sure to be huge, swollen, sensitive terminals ripe for my purposes. In order to get Paul's attention from his burning, throbbing still fully erect cock back to his tits; I gave both cups a very light squeeze. Paul's mouth dropped, his eyes closed and he gave out a long, deep, tormented moan. He realized at that moment that it was all just beginning; not about to end. When he opened his eyes, I was smiling down at this handsome Marine and said: "Ready or not -- here come your tits, Marine." "Ready, Sir" came the reply. I pulled on the suction cups, pulling them straight out from his chest. Paul's pecs rose in response to the pulling; but the suction cups held their grip. I continued with a firm pulling motion away from his chest until in quick succession both cups popped off almost simultaneously. Paul gave out a short shriek -- not so much from any pain; but from the relief. His tits were incredibly pumped up. They stood out at least an inch (maybe a little more) from his pecs and the shaved area around each one set them off perfectly. I had to step back for a moment to admire it all. He was quite a sight. Paul was looking in amazement at this new area of stimulation. Were they really his tits? His dick gave an involuntary spasm -no doubt in delightful anticipation of what these two new sexual knobs were capable of - in the hands of a man who knew how to use them. I did! I wasted no time in demonstrating the potential of these two sex knobs by gently rolled them between the thumb and forefinger of both hands. Paul put his head back and groaned approval. I increased the pressure on the two highly sensitive and vulnerable nipples until Paul was writhing in agony- not ecstasy. His cock was dripping precum and jumping wildly in response to the stimulus now being applied to tits. I dug my thumb nails into the nipple's pumped-up shafts. Paul cried out finally -- "Please, Sir...Please!" I gradually let up on the pressure. Both nipples, still very swollen, were bright red and super-sensitive. I bent over him and started licking at the tortured nips. Then I satarted sucking each one in turn. Finally I nibbeled and chewed on them. Paul's cries were getting louder and his breathing was a series of gasps between the bites. I stopped the torture. I reached for the suction cups and put them back in place with a strong suction. What this did was to pump blood back into deflated cells that had just been tortured for 15 minutes. All the pain receptors that had gone numb were now instantaneously reactivated. The effect this had on Paul was immediate. His cock shot straight out from his belly in spasm after spasm. The trussed up Marine shot a steady stream of pure white hot slave cum over his chest and onto his face. His throbbing erection even propelled two volleys right over his head. This boy was drained - or so he thought. I massaged his cock, coaxing the last drips of cum from deep within. After his penis began to relax, I rubbed the cum he'd exploded into his chest hairs and then wiped it off his face and had him lick my hands clean. This restrained leatherneck was in seventh heaven. I reminded him that he had not had my permission to ejaculate. He looked up at me with a soft expression of mixed guilt and ecstasy. I didn't forgive him. "That was your climax, boy; not mine," I told him. "Now lets see what you can do for me." I pulled the tit cups off roughly this time. They had done in less than 5 minutes what it took almost a half hour to accomplish before. Paul's tits were enormous again. Without any words I started kneading them, pinching them & pulling at them. My Marine slave didn't have time to adjust to this new session. Surprises are a great stimulator. I took a leather thong that I hadn't used and tied it tightly around Paul's nuts, then made two slip knots in each end. Leaving Paul to contemplate what was about to happen, I went into the room and retrieved a few extra pieces of equipment that the moment dictated. When I returned, I showed Paul a pair of Japanese tit clamps -- the type that squeeze harder the more you pull down on them. I put them both onto Paul's tits, positioning them at the very end of the nipple heads and then attached the ends of the leather thong tied around his nuts to the bottom of the tit clamps. I adjusted the slip knots so that there was no slack and Paul's nipples were pulled down in the direction of his belly. Any pressure on the thong and the clamps would pull down and squeeze tighter. Paul was sweating heavily now and moaning. He tried moving just once which caused his nuts to reposition with the consequent tug on the thong stretching his huge, sore nipples. A whole chain reaction of pain ensued. This Marine was helpless. He had no way to move without causing himself agony. His cock was responding to this new bondage situation as I had hoped. In a very few moments, Paul was rock hard again. I got some oil (this time oil of wintergreen), put it in my palm and started to jack him off; very slowly at first. In that way he could adapt to the motion of his cock being pulled up and down with the consequence that his nuts were being pulled also. As I masturbated the moaning Marine, his tits were being squeezed harder and yanked down on the upstroke and relaxed on the down stroke. I told him not to utter a sound. As I picked up the stroking pace the additional benefit of friction and oil of wintergreen on the mucous membranes of his cockhead started to take effect. I knew that by now, Paul's erect penis was virtually on fire. His nuts were being used like a punching bag and his tits were now in indescribable agony. Here was one of America's finest fighting men, stripped naked, bound-up tight, exposed and being sexually manipulated all for the amusement of another man. It was now very evident -- this warrior was getting off on the whole scene. Deep throated grunts and moans were all that punctuated the now hot desert air around the pool. Faster and faster I stroked, bringing him right to the very brink of what would have been an incredible climax for both of us; but I wasn't ready yet to let him have his second release. I stopped the jerk off, untied the thong and gently took off the tit clamps. The blood rushed back into those parts of his nipples that had been squeezed by the clamps. Since I didn't want a similar explosion from Paul's cock as we had experienced earlier, I gently message his tits until they were decompressed. I washed off my hands in the pool and dried them with a towel in order to get rid of the oil of Wintergreen. I then started kneading Paul's very sore and tender nipples. When they were both firm again, I reached over for the last tool I had retrieved from the room. Two hand brushes- the kind you use to clean your fingernails. I started to slowly run them over each side of his hairless ballsac. His cock was jumping at each touch. That reaction told me I was definitely on the right track. Next I moved them over each side of his rigid cock up to but not touching the head. I kept this up till I saw his ballsac start to contract. Then I dragged both brushes over his cock head, around the rim, over the piss slit and finally up and down the tender helmet. Paul was biting his lip in order not to cry out; but his cock was doing a dance of ecstasy. I took the brushes off his cock and started to work my way up his torso. I dragged the brushes across his belly, over his ribs, in and around both of his sweat drenched arm pits and then around the outline of his pecs stopping just below his tormented tits. Paul knew what was coming. Very quietly he said: "Sir, I don't think I can hold it back if you use those brushes to work over my tits. I'll try, Sir...I'm sorry, Sir..I've just never been worked like this before". I looked down at this handsome young Marine, being consumed by sex drives that he never knew he had and said: "When the time comes, Paul; and you feel that you can't hold it back another second, I want you to yell HOORAH five times and then you have my permission to let nature take its course." "Yes, Sir!", was Paul's response spoken in clipped, military correct Marine lingo. Without any further words, I slowly moved the brushes around the outside of his tits, just brushing the sides of his nipples. At each contact with the side of a nipple, Paul jerked and twisted. This wasn't pain -- this was a working definition of MALE SEXUAL HEAVEN. After playing around the outside, I took the brushes home; dragging then at first lightly and then with ever increasing roughness over the tips of his nipples. Alternately fast and slow, soft and rough -- I was jerking this Marine off by his tits. I kept it going until the first HOORAH came catapulting out of Paul's mouth. Every muscle in his body was straining, flexing, contracting in anticipation of the explosive release that was just seconds away. With the second and third HOORAH, I pinched both nipples as hard as I could and then took both brushes directly to Paul's wet, throbbing cockhead. As the fourth HOORAH came out I worked both brushes over the tender cockhead; ending in unison with both brushes dragging across his piss slit as he screamed the fifth HOORAH and exploded with even more force than his first orgasm. The ejaculation must have lasted a minuite or two because I had just enough time to work my uncut, fully erect and ready cock that had been keeping up with the action. It took only four or five strokes and I exploded too, mixing my vintage cum with the virility of this great young man. It was draining for both of us. I untied Paul and we both fell into the cool, sparkling water of the pool to clean off. He held onto me tightly as I guided our entwined forms around the pool. We kissed and fondled, felt and finally fucked ***** The HOORAHs had also gotten action from the other guests. Two guys came up to the pool and wanted to know just what was happening. I introduced Paul and myself and then said that Paul had just saved us all from an invasion from the Religious Right. I also expressed the hope that we weren't the cause for anyone rising before they wanted to. At that moment my cock was rising up Paul's ass hole and his dick was responding with it's own fully flexed erection. [You see two men who believe in each other, who can have confidence with each other and who hardly know each other can achieve great mutual fulfillment. The clinical terms and discussions of submission / male to male interaction / homosexuality / male sex.....all miss the actual point. Doing it! The way to answer the personal questions that you have is to actually participate. Don't get hung up in the fringe.] Sorry for the impromptu editorial again - back to our story. Anyway the two guys smiled at our obvious watery intwinment and said not to worry. After I fucked him in the pool, Paul and I just relaxed for an hour or two. When the time came to eat, I laid out a pair of light blue mid-thigh, Lycra/Spandex shorts and shower thongs as Paul's "uniform of the day". With the cock ring on, the Lycra outlined his cock and balls in a very revealing manner. We were going to turn some heads. When Paul was ready, we went out for a late breakfast. At the local Denny's no less. They demanded a shirt so I gave Paul a muscle athletic shirt -- the type with the string shoulders that exposes almost all of your chest. His nipples were still larger than normal and the shirt in conjunction with the shaved area around his tits really set his chest off. There were lots of turned heads and a comment or two; but we got our brunch. Paul was turned on by having me define what he wore (having the basic right to dress yourself taken away is a subtle but very strong statement of domination and Paul submitted eagerly). When we got back to the Motel it was a well past noon. I wanted to get some sun and enjoy the pool; but I also wanted to enjoy Paul. I asked him if he had any fantasy that he wanted to fulfill and he responded that he had always had a fantasy about being sexually fondled and masturbated by strangers while being restrained in a vulnerable position. That was all I needed to hear. There were five other men staying at the Inn and I'd met all but two on Friday night. Two of them had also met Paul this morning and had apparently liked what they saw. This hot, good looking couple from LA. was very interested in the recap of the activities which Paul and I had shared earlier that morning. One of the men was 5-8 or 5-9, weighing around 170, very firm and trim with a lot of dense black body hair, short black hair on his head and a trimmed black mustache. He was a good looking man with a nice fat cock. His partner was a blond, blue eyed, Germanic hunk - 6-3, about 220. Very cut and muscular, no body hair at all with the exception of a very small and well-trimmed patch of golden pubic hair just above his cock. He sported a very sexy crew cut. The dark haired one had gone out to do some errands leaving the blond muscleman to enjoy the pool alone. The only disappointment came when he stripped off his towel to go into the pool. His nakedness revealed a very short and stubby dick. It looked like a "steroid-baby" to me; which was probably the case because he had told us that he had just been in a big physique contest in Las Vegas. His lover had brought him here to relax. The dark one's name was Leo (the first "gay" Leo I'd ever met). His Hun-god's name was Terry. They were both easy going and didn't seem to mind that Paul and I had played out a very hot sex session earlier that morning where they were now swimming and sunning. Actually, they seemed ready to get down and play dirty themselves. The other gentleman I had met the night before was in his 50's and was in good shape as far as I could tell from that brief encounter. His name was Harry and he was in from Boston for a weeks' vacation. I hadn't seen him this morning. As for the other two men, all I knew was that they were from the Bay area and staying in the same room. My suite was off to the side in the back of the complex with its own private patio. I told Paul to move one of the chaises into our patio and that I'd set him up in there (so as not to impose his trip on the other guests). I retrieved the leather straps that I had used earlier and retied Paul to the chaise in the same way. I left his feet untied so that he (or another participants in this fantasy) could move his legs where ever was most convenient. I left the other two straps on the patio table. I then retrieved a number of sex toys from our suite and arranged them on a clean, white towel on the patio table: Dildos (including two vibrating ones and one that was inflatable and also vibrated), tit clamps, suction cups, oil, latex gloves, K-Y, leather thongs, cock ring / harness, those fantastic brushes that had earlier masturbated this fiery Marine, rubbers and a small leather strap whip. Paul was watching carefully as I arranged the implements of his impending sexual harassment. I asked him if he objected to anything he saw. Paul smiled and answered: "No, Sir! But will you be nearby in case something gets too crazy?" I assured him that I wasn't going to hang him out to dry and that if something too strange should happen; he was to yell out his USMC "HOORAH" and I'd step right in. With these assurances and instructions, I messaged some suntan oil on Paul's exposed physique and left Paul to realize his fantasy. I went back to the pool -- oiled myself up and stretched out in a good spot to catch some rays. I was also ready to direct the "anonymous players" to Paul. Terry was floating around in the pool on a raft. He paddeled himself over to the pool edge in front of my chaise and asked where my "friend" was. I told him what we were up to and asked if he would care to participate. He smiled, said that it sounded real hot and asked if there were any "rules-of-engagement" or restrictions. I told him that it was an "anything goes" session and to go enjoy himself. Terry pulled himself out of the pool and still dripping wet, walked over to our patio, opened the door and walked in. The sun was nice and hot by now and I was very relaxed soaking it all up. After about 20 minutes or so, some distinct groans started coming from my patio and my imagination started painting a picture of Terry working Paul into a frenzy. I got a hard-on. As I was enjoying this sexual daydream, Leo came back into the complex with a big pizza and case of cold beer. He asked if I wanted some of the pizza and a beer. I said that I could use something cold just then. Leo glanced at my rock hard cock and said that maybe I needed something hot instead. I told him that something hot was going on at that very moment on my patio and that his lover was directing the show. "Should I interrupt him?", Leo asked. "That's up to you" I replied; "it's open season on Paul this afternoon and I think you and your lover could make good use of him - Terry's been in there for about 20 minutes and I just heard some pretty serious groaning - better get in there - you can put the pizza in our oven and the beer in the ice cooler over there at the edge of the pool". Leo didn't need any further prodding. He threw me a beer, slid the rest into the pool's cooler and headed for the patio door. I laid back again and enjoyed the cool beer. The afternoon slid by in easy fashion. Harry, the guy from Boston, came in about a half hour after Leo. I explained what was going on over on my patio and invited Harry to go take a look and join in if he felt like it. He excused himself and said that he'd take a rain check on the invitation. My curiosity finally reached a fever pitch (not to mention my dick that was maintained in its swollen state by the continuous guttural sounds of carnal heat seething from my patio). I dove into the pool to cool off a bit, then swam to the far side near my patio and pulled myself out. I took the few steps to my patio gate. When I pulled the gate open, it was difficult to tell where the body of one sweating hulk left off and another one began. Paul had his two legs tied onto the top of the back of the chaise so that he was bent in the middle and his asshole fully exposed. Terry was bent over Paul's ass with a black 9" dildo in his hand working it in and out of the Marine's hole. Leo was behind Terry holding onto his thighs and ramming his fat, hard dick in between the flexed muscular cheeks of his lover's tight ass. What a sight! Terry was dildo fucking Paul while getting fucked by his lover. Leo looked over at me, smiled and said: "I believe you'll find an open asshole somewhere around here...why not join us." I picked up the inflatable/vibrating dildo, coated it with K-Y and brought it behind Leo's back. I started playing with his cheeks, slapping and kneading them. He spread his legs as wide apart as he could while still ramming his lover - inviting me to explore his puckered hole further. I fingered his anus, running my fingers in and out as well as around his rosebud. Leo was keeping time with my exploration by puckering it open and closed. I knew he was beyond ready. The head of the inflatable dildo was big and I took my time teasing his asshole with it. I told him to point his toes and "make an O". He chuckled and complied. Leo bent forward a bit. His hard cock slipped out of his lover's bubble butt just as the steady pressure I was placing on the dildo kissing his anus finally convinced his sphincter to admit the intrusion. The big black dildo slid in and Leo arched his back, plunging his tool roughly into his lover's ass hole. I fucked Leo for a few minutes, getting him used to the size and texture of the rubber rod. As I started to slowely inflate the dildo reaming his ass; Leo finally pulled free of his lover's ass and started a synchrons swaying in time with my thrusts. Terry left the dildo he was using on Paul sticking out of the Marine's ass while he turned around and started deep French kissing his partner and working on his hard tits. I began to vibrate the inflating dildo that was now fucking Leo's tight ass. He straightened up and pulled forward reacting to the dildo's squirming fullness in his gut. Leo couldn't say anything because Terry had his tongue deep inside his lover's mouth. When the dildo was inflated as far as I thought necessary, I handed it to Terry. The blond muscleman worked the vibrator controls until both it and Leo were purring. Terry then pulled his mouth from Leo's lips and knelt before his lover's crotch and started licking his balls. Whatever he had in mind for his lover was better than any idea of mine. I untied Paul's legs and took the dildo out of his ass replacing it with a fat butt plug that would keep both his interest and cock up. I went into the room and took out a thong of untanned rawhide that I had left soaking in our bathroom sink. It was pliable and semi-elastic. I wrapped it around Paul's nutsac, squeezing his nuts to the very bottom until it looked like they would burst out if I squeezed any further. I then stretched the remainder of the thong to the bottom of the chaise and tied it off, stretching Paul's nuts to the limit. The hot afternoon sun was directly over Paul now and it wouldn't take too long for the drying rawhide thong to have the desired effect. Paul was laying flat on the chaise, legs free and due to the stretching of his ballsac, his cock was pointing straight up in the air. Leo liked what he saw and bent over Paul and started sucking him off. I moved Leo to the side so that he wouldn't shadow the rawhide and Terry positioned himself between Leo's legs still sucking and vibra-fucking his lover. The vibrator was humming now on the medium setting and it was starting to drive Leo a little nuts. Leo was playing Paul's cock slowly; taking it all the way down his throat on each stroke. Meanwhile the sun was slowly shrinking the rawhide thong stretching ever tighter between Paul's legs and now pulling relentlessly on his hairless, exposed testicles. To complete this four-way connection, I put one of Leo's free hands on one of the bound Marine's nipples and the other hand on my erect cock. Leo smiled and started pinching and stroking simultaneously. I was in position to grab hold of Terry's not too impressive tool which was very hard even if it wasn't very long (about 5"). We must have been a sight to see. Pinching, sucking, stroking, stretching, writhing, and sweating while we were all getting closer and closer. It was getting more and more difficult for me to keep a watchful eye on the rawhide thong, now shrinking faster as the sun dried it out; which was testing Paul's stamina and offering a very intense counterpoint to Leo's impressive cock sucking. Leo suddenly locked up on my cock, gripping it very hard, arching his back and gave a cry of release as he blasted his load down Terry's throat. Leo and Terry were in sync, which often is the case between men who know each other's deepest drives. No sooner had Leo arched his back than I felt Terry's dick spasm in my hand and erupt. The two lover's couldn't have been more than a few seconds off from spontaneous orgasms (all the more impressive because they weren't exclusively stimulating one another; but were in the middle of a four man daisy chain). The two LA lovers ejaculated their cum in unison until they were both spent. While Terry deflated the vibrating dildo and was slipping it out of Leo's ass; I turned all my attention to Paul and the shrinking rawhide thong which had now shrunk enough to pull the Marine's erection from perpendicular to off-center and pointing now more towards his feet. He was close to being gelded. There were tears at the sides of his eyes; but the men of the USMC do not cry "Uncle"....just HOORAH. I cut the thong with a knife and slowly unwrapped it from around Paul's ballsac. While I was in the process of freeing this rawhide POW, Leo had his mouth back on Paul's throbbing shaft and Terry was sucking one of the Marine's nipples while gently kneading the other. Leo had also returned his firm grasp to my solid penis and was milking me with great expertise. As I loosened the final rings of the rawhide encasing Paul's nut sac; a very energetic HOORAH came screaming from his mouth. As the hot blood rushed back into his scrotum and bathed his testicles, Paul shot a great load of "Marine milk" into Leo's mouth, accompanied by a string of HOORAHs that must have been heard over in 29 Palms. To my surprise, all of this sexual stimulation took its course with me also; as Leo stroked me faster and faster while trying to catch all of Paul's cum; I blew my load all over Leo's back. When Terry saw this geyser splattering onto his lover's back, he was right there to lick it clean. All four of us were now spent and sweaty; but smiling. Leo and Terry helped me untie Paul and then we all headed to the hot tub to enjoy something hot embracing the outside of our bodies. Terry retrieved the pizza and we almost finished off the case of beer washing it down. I haven't had a better "late lunch"! We finished off the afternoon just lying around and in the pool getting better acquainted (socially that is). The four of us agreed to dinner that night at the bar on Hwy 111 in Cathedral City at 8 PM. Paul & I stayed by the pool while Terry & Leo went to their room (which was just off the pool). From the slapping and moaning that came from their open window; it was apparent that some very intense action was taking place off stage. I asked Paul if everything had gone all right during his afternoon fantasy period. He just smiled and said: "What do you think, Sir? - Thank you, very much for all of this". I told him that it wasn't over just yet. When I mentioned that he hadn't paid off for his "shooting spree" earlier that morning (when he had come without my permission) - his eyes showed some renewed interest. I told him that I wasn't just fooling around when I told him that his ejaculations were permitted only on cue. I explained that it was a part of the structure which we were operating under during this weekend & that any infraction was a serious one. "What should we do about it, Paul?", I asked the naked, pumped up Marine. "I understand, Sir. No excuse, Sir." "My discipline is in your hands, Sir." I told him that I wanted to show him off that evening when we went out & asked if he had any problem with such exhibitionism. I explained that he would be going out in a "uniform" of my choice & that he could expect to lose most of that "uniform" later in the evening. There was the possibility that other Marines from 29 Palms would be at the bars we would visit. Paul looked me square in the eyes and said: "My discipline and use are completely in your hands, Sir." It was now well past 6 PM. I told the Gunney to go into the room and shower and to also clean himself out with the portable shower-shot I had brought along. After which he was to grease up his cleaned out asshole and oil down his body with some Kerry lotion. I stayed out by the pool and lounged for another half hour. When I entered our room, Paul was standing in the center of the living room displaying himself, spread-eagled with his arms clasped behind his neck, flexing every muscle he had to flex. He was rock hard from the tip of his head to the head of his cock. "Ready for inspection, Sir!", was how he greeted me. He looked like one of those models for the all-male calendars. "Bend over from the waist so that you're chest is parallel to the floor, boy!" Paul responded immediately. I ran my hands over his back, down the crack of his ass, probing his hole (it was well greased and clean). I told him to "Recover" and told him that he had apparently done a good job getting his body ready. I would make a few adjustments to the presentation. I got my straight razor and in 6 swipes, Paul's armpits were clean shaven. "Bend over again, Sgt.," I said and Paul responded immediately. I took my time shaving his ass and ass crack clear of hair. His ass hole stood out now -- loud and clear. Now it was time for him to get his head ready. I told him that on his regular USMC uniform he wore 4 stripes on his arms to indicate his status. 3 up and 1 rocker. His status tonight would be indicated by the 6 stripes he'd be displaying on his naked flesh. A physical reminder that he had broken the "structure" we had agreed upon earlier that day by shooting without permission. Paul didn't bat an eye. All he said was: "Reporting for punishment, Sir." He was still standing spread-eageled in the center of the room with his hands still clasped behind his neck. I took a wide leather belt from my levis & let him look it over. I pulled it over his chest, down his back and between his legs. I told him not to move and to count out the stripes as they were given to him to wear. I laid the first one square across his hairless butt with gusto. The crack of the wide black leather belt against Paul's flesh made a beautiful sound. It was well laid on and Paul was equally surprised by the sound as well as the pain it brought. "One Sir!," he grunted. I walked to his left side and placed the second stripe just below pec level across his chest. Although Paul's chest hairs blunted the sound and intensity somewhat; it didn't take long before a very nice wide red stripe could be clearly seen beneath his pec hairs, running across his chest. "Two Sir!" Stripes 3 and 4 were laid criss-cross across Paul's back from his shoulders down to the kidneys. It made a very nice red "X" across his back. "Three Sir!" "Four Sir!" With an added "Thank you Sir!" that surprised; but pleased me. "You're welcome Gunney. I hope the last two meet with your approval." Number 5 went across the small of his back and was the best "crack" yet. "FIVE Sir!" Paul exhaled with added emphasis. That one got his attention. The sixth one would be a moment to remember. I stepped back and aimed squarely between Paul's spread-eageled legs and let fly. This was the "Unkindest" crack of all. It landed just where I had aimed. The belt caught his ass crack then his nuts and finally Paul's rock hard cock. The tip of the belt just missed the tip of his cockhead; but it left its calling card almost up to his belly button. "Six Sir, Jesus..Thank you SIR!" Paul yelled. I had to laugh at that one. "You're very welcome Gunney." I told him to take a look at himself in the mirrors that almost surrounded the room. The stripes were almost like tattoos. Two parallels across his lower back topped off with an "X" well defined across his upper back. One easily seen across his chest just underlining his pecs. The final one was more difficult to see by very well represented once you caught a glimpse of it coming up from Paul's crotch to just below his belly. "That should give you some status tonight!" "Yes SIR. They look great and I'll know they're there throughout the night. Thanks Sir!" It was time for me to get ready for our evening out. I took my shower and had Paul tongue me off afterwards which burnt up the better part of 40 minutes. I didn't want him to come so we stopped short of climax -- just barely. I put on my leather pants a white tee shirt with a Yuvari print on it and my black leather knee boots. Paul was still naked and I hadn't put anything out for him. "Are you ready to go, Marine?" "AHHHH, yes Sir if you say so" That's what I wanted to hear. CONFIDENCE!, in himself and in me. "Well we'd better cover you up a little bit," I told him. I gave him a tight cock ring to put on. While Paul was fumbling with getting his camel through the eye of a needle, I laid out a pair of very soft black leather shorts, white wool socks, his combat boots and a brief leather vest that matched the shorts. Paul looked hot. The shorts were SHORT, meaning that they just covered him. When he sat down his nuts were clearly visible and the tight cock ring pushed his cock almost straight out making for a very nice genital basket. The vest didn't cover much coming down just outside of his nips so that his entire chest was visible. "Ready now slave?" "You bet Sir." We met Terry and Leo at their room. Leo had a pair of well-worn Levis on, complimented by a very hot tank top and finished off with a pair of construction boots (also well-worn). Terry was a sight in a very tight black Lycra wrestling singlet. He pulled on a pair of Levis over the singlet and put on a pair of black Wellingtons.. Terry noticed Paul's "chest stripe" and asked if he should ask "why." I said that it was OK and told Paul to strip so that our two new friends could see the full set and to tell Leo and Terry what they signified. Paul immediately stripped of his leather shorts and vest and displayed himself for their benefit. "Whew, nice work -- how does it feel Paul?" Terry asked. "I'm very proud, Sir" Paul responded. "Nice cock-ring. Can you breath?" Leo chuckled. "Yes Sir, very well, Sir." Paul responded. Leo motioned Terry to the side of the room and whispered something to him. "Great idea," Terry responded. Leo came up to me and said: "Frank, Terry and I picked up something in Las Vegas that we'd like to give to you and Paul -- we can't think of any pair who would put it to better use." Terry opened one of their suitcases, retrieved a long slender box and handed it to me. "With our regards, gents!", Terry said. When I saw what it was, I smiled and said: "Thank you both, that's very thoughtful and I'm sure that Paul will be especially pleased." Paul was still in his display position so I walked over to him, took the contents of the box out and handed it to him. "What do you think, slave? Shall we honor our new friends' gift by having you carry it in you tonight?" The box contained a moderately long; but very thick black butt plug. "I'd be honored, Sir! Thank you, Gentlemen!" was Paul's genuine reply. He instinctively bent over at the waist, spread his legs as wide as he could, pointed his toes inward and waited for the insertion. Since Terry and Leo had been thoughtful enough to complete Paul's evening attire, I thought it entirely appropriate for them to plug him. "Which of you would like to do the honors?", I asked. "It was Leo's idea," Terry said. "Besides, I want to watch this Marine hunk's face as he takes it ." I gave the plug to Leo. "He's already well greased-up, Leo so feel free to ram away.", I said. Leo took the plug from me and walked around to Paul's front. "Suck it, Marine!", he ordered. Paul had some trouble getting the plug's girth into his mouth; but he sucked on it until he got it all in. Leo worked it around in his mouth. When it was good and slippery from Paul's spit, Leo popped it out of his mouth and walked around to his exposed and vulnerable butt hole. Leo wasted no time. He stroked Paul's crack with the plug twice, stopping at his anus. Terry put his hands on Paul's naked shoulders for balance and bent down to look into Paul's face. Leo seized that moment to ram the plug up Paul's butt hole in one assertive motion. "Ahhhhhhhh", Paul screamed out as the plug expanded his sphincter to its maximum stretch. "Thank you, Sir" , he added when he caught his breath. "Nice work," I said. "How does it feel, Gunney" "Full, Sir, very full!" We all laughed at Paul's good nature and complimented him on his taking it like a man. I told Paul to recover and put his shorts and vest on. When he stood up straight all dressed (and plugged), there was a very definite bulge in his crotch. The plug was having an effect. Good! I thought, very good!! We all left the Motel, piled into the rented Lincoln and drove to our first stop. Dinner! Paul was the Chauffeur. ***** When we arrived the small dinning room was full so we opted to go out onto the patio for dinner. Both Terry and Paul were getting a lot of looks from the patrons as well as the staff. This bar was the original all male bar in Palm Springs. Over the many years of its existence, it had seen just about every display of masculine pulcritude possible. It always gave off an aura of appreciation and respect for those men who chose to display themselves, stripped to their barest libidos. Paul and Terry's display gained no less recognition. After a very fine dinner, complimented by good company and a free bottle of wine from the staff; the four of us adjourned to the front bar. Paul asked if he could put his name on the Chalk Board for a game of pool. I said that if he understood that he would be playing to uphold the honor and pride of the USMC as well as to honor the bond we had established this weekend; that it would be OK. He said that he understood and that he would play the best game of pool he had ever played. I gave him a warning of dire consequences should he fail. We were enjoying a round of after dinner brandy when Paul's name came up. He deposited his quarters to retrieve the balls, racked them up and walked over to pick out a good cue. Needless to say a lot of male eyes (as well as imaginations) were turned in his direction. His opponent was apparently a regular of the bar and came over to Paul to shake hands. They exchanged a few words and the other guy broke the rack. Paul played very well; but so did his opponent. Midway through the match, Paul asked if he could remove his vest so that it wouldn't be in his way for a long shot. I said OK. When he stripped off the vest and handed it to me there was an audible "OOOOOhhhhhhh" throughout the now large crowd that had gathered around the table. Paul's discipline stripes had taken on a bright, deep red hue and stood out very well. He leaned across the table for the shot and picked up his left leg for better balance. The leather shorts didn't offer much cover and both of his nuts slipped out into plain view. The ogling didn't bother Paul. He sank a difficult shot. They were down to two balls each. Paul was shooting and sunk the first one, then the second one. All that remained was for him to sink the eight ball with a relatively easy side pocket shot. He missed! Paul looked squarely over to me and with a smile on his face, winked! His opponent cleared the board and won the match. "Nice going, slave" I said. "I could have won it, Sir." Paul responded as he returned to my side. "I lost on purpose! I'll have to earn the Corp's and your honor and pride back - won't I Sir!" This wasn't a challenge; but a direct request to be punished for a willful act of disrespect. "That you will, shithead -- That you will!" I responded to him. This muscular, nearly naked Marine was telling me that so far the weekend had all come too easy and that he wanted a chance to prove his worth as a man through willfully assaulting honor and pride. That's why he had smiled and winked at me just before deliberately missing his winning shot. He knew that the penance and retribution that I would meet out would fit the circumstances. Paul also knew that if he was able to win back pride and honor through submitting as a man's man would submit - to whatever punishment I dealt out - he would then form a stronger bond with me than we had at this moment. "You can start earning it right now, shithead -- get on your knees and clean my boots with your tongue -- right here and now if front of all these gentlemen so that they can participate in the beginning of your ordeal to regain the honor and pride you so casually through away on that pool table!" Paul dropped immediately and began licking his tongue around the souls of my knee-highs. The Marine slave kept it up with enthusiasm until both boots were done. It took him almost 30 minutes. As many in the bar watched my slave's debasement, I dribbled some brandy on each boot whenever he seemed to be going dry in the mouth. My boots never had a better spit shine. When he had finished, I bent down and took hold of both tits and pulled him to his feet. I worked his nipples hard, twisting, pinching and pulling. I knew it hurt; but he didn't utter a sound throughout the 10 min. nipple workout. I pulled him close to me still holding on tightly to his now very sore and tender tits. "You've just started, shithead. That will be your name - shithead until you prove to me that you're worthy of regaining a slave name. You're going to do everything I tell you to do without a moment's hesitation. I'm not going to play any games with you, shithead. This is serious. We're trying to repair and rebuild here. That's going to take work, sweat, pain and focus. I won't make it easy for you. Do you understand me, shithead?" Paul got the message. "Yes, Sir!", he said and swallowed hard. "You're not alone in this, shithead!", I said. To make sure that he understood, I covered his mouth with mine and kissed him hard and deep for a couple of minutes - all the time working his tits very hard. When I had finished, Paul looked at me with moist, clear eyes and whispered: "Yes Sir, Thank you Sir for the opportunity!" With that, our party of four left and headed for a bar just around the corner. This popular Hot Spot was getting crowded when we arrived around 11 PM. After parking the car, Paul opened the doors for us and stood by my side with head bowed. I told him to open the trunk; that there was something in there that I wanted to retrieve. Paul's eyes went wide for a second because he knew that his clothes were still locked up there. Was I going to tell him to get dressed and get lost? He didn't hesitate but went to the trunk, unlocked it and stood back waiting for me to come up beside him. I told Terry and Leo that we would join them inside. They said OK; but Terry wanted to strip off his Levis and just wear his singlet and boots into the bar. He left his Levis with us. They would be safe in the trunk. Terry looked very hot in this tight, revealing and scanty costume. It highlighted everything that should have been highlighted on his body and exposed all the rest. When they had departed, I turned to Paul. "Strip!" was all I said and Paul was almost instantaneously butt-ass naked. He only had to strip off the leather shorts; but the speed with which he shucked off his combat boots and socks was really impressive. "Retrieve it all and put it into the trunk," I ordered. Paul complied and then stood there in the parking lot behind the Lincoln completely naked except for the cock right and butt plug. "Open that leather travel bag over there next to your things," I said. In the bag was an assortment of leather / S&M oriented objects. "Take that studded collar and put it around your neck, shithead." "Yes, Sir!" Paul responded and retrieved the collar putting it around his neck. I took out a lock and locked it in place. It fit perfectly. "Now give me one of those leather thongs." I took the 2 foot thong from Paul. "Spread your legs, shithead." Paul complied. I squatted down in front of him and began to fashion a ball separator and nut stretcher out of the thong. The cock ring that Paul had on pushed his genitals out so that adding the thong harness really restricted his organs to a max-stretched out and separated state. As I was tying the thong into place another car drove into the parking lot. The two guys parked the car, got out and came over to see what was going on. Paul didn't flinch or pull back one bit from this obviously embarrassing exhibition. "Nice evening, Huh?" One of them said. I replied: "Very nice, indeed. I'm just squaring this shithead slave away before we go in - hope it doesn't offend ya." "Not at all, man. Looks good from here -- lucky slave to have someone care that much about him. See ya inside. My name's Tony and my lover's name is Chris." I shook their hands and introduced Paul who shook hands too with no embarrassment whatsoever at his nakedness or vulnerability. I finished up the thong harness and squeezed his nuts a few times to make sure that everything was stretched out good and tight. "Now, in that zippered case you'll find a studded black leather posing strap. Get it and hand it to me." Paul unzipped the case and found the object I wanted. He handed it to me. It was a very soft black leather posing strap with an adjustable leather thong to secure it. The pouch was covered in star shaped steel studs. "You're going to be a star tonight, shithead. Put this on!" As soon as Paul had the strap in place, I tightened up the thong holding it in place so as to make sure that the butt plug was held firmly in place. I wanted the whole get-up to provide a tight fit in order to set off Paul's bound genitals. There was also an added torture waiting for Paul in the pouch's lining. He had quite a surprise when I tightened up the thong. I hadn't told him that three prongs on each of the star studs had been left open and were waiting to stab into whatever was placed inside the strap. There were about 50 or so sharp prongs inside that handsome leather strap just waiting to caress Paul's tender and tightly stretched balls and cock. He gasped in a chestfull of air when I tightened it up. "You'll find that as you move around tonight, this little black strap will be constantly torturing your worthless cock and balls, shithead!" "Thank you Sir, for the challenge!" was Paul's acceptance. "They won't cut into you - just prick you constantly - they only cut if someone should try to feel you up - like this!" I grasped Paul's pouch and gently squeezed. "AAAAHHHHHH, Sir, Yes Sir, Thank you Sir." was all Paul could gasp out in response. I told Paul to do five deep knee bends so that I could make sure that the dildo rammed up his butt would be held in place by the thong. It was well anchored and the exercises moved Paul's cock and balls around inside of his "pouch from hell" so that he gritted his teeth and moaned. "Good, everything is in place", I said. "Whenever you want to wimp-out on me, shithead, just tell me and I'll replace that little pouch. The trick is that you won't know what I'll replace it with. Maybe something worse, maybe with your own clothes. Do you understand my meaning, shithead?" Paul looked me squarely in the eye and with a very sincere as well as a very strong resolve said: "Yes Sir, it's on till you take it off or replace it with whatever you think best SIR!" Since California has this strange law about prohibiting bare feet in bars, I gave Paul a pair of black leather Indian moccasins to put on his feet. I slipped a black leather hood over his head with eye, nose and mouth openings only. I finished off Paul's costume by hooking up a black leather leash to his collar and leading him into the bar. We made an entrance! Throughout the evening, Paul stood straight, shoulders squared and walked with the authority of a Marine (enduring the gnawing and pricking of his cock and balls by the prongs). No one would have known the very real pain and discomfort he was in. I unhooked his leash when we got to the back bar and fastened it on my left side, through a belt loop. We found Terry and Leo on the back patio. They had run into some friends from LA and introduced us around. Tony and Chris (from the parking lot encounter) came up too and joined what was now a substantial mass of men in Leather, Levis and skin. Terry and Paul were attracting a lot of attention. Terry was more muscular and defined than Paul; but Paul was a sight to behold. His butt plug was visible to the knowledgeable and his near nakedness was well appreciated by everyone who took in his action. His full head leather hood also heightened the air of mystery about him. There were a few gropes (as I had hoped there would be) which got the proper response of tightened muscles and a faint groan; but that was all Paul would admit to. He held up very well. That is until Terry suggested that we get into the music and dance. I thought that was an excellent idea and motioned Paul to come out onto the floor with me. He walked straight out to meet me. We gyrated and jiggled, thrust and bumped for about an hour. Paul's hide was covered in a very healthy sweat. I knew his crotch was drenched in sweat too and that the abrasions were getting a little extra bight from the salt in that sweat. There was no audible indication throughout the dancing that with every jiggle or thrust he was rasping his nuts and cock across a score of steel teeth. He gave it his all. I had to admit, Paul was earning my respect and establishing a tight bond. Finally, I needed the coolness of the back patio. We left the dance floor. I took Paul into my arms and pressed my body tightly next to his turning him around from front to back to front again. I was absorbing his sweat and letting him know that I appreciated what he was doing. I poked my tongue through the hood's mouth slit and gave him another deep kiss while holding his crotch sack. I squeezed just hard enough to let him know that I was there. "You're doing just fine, boy! You're not -shithead- anymore, boy. Keep it up and we'll be tight in no time." Paul's eyes glistened through the black leather hood's eye slits. He looked genuinely moved and showed the rebirth of the pride and honor that we were attempting to reconstruct through his ordeal. He laid his head on my chest and said: "You don't know what this means to me, Sir. I'm in your debt. Thank you, Sir" I gave him the keys to the car and told him to go out and open up the trunk. He'd find a towel to dry himself off with. He was also to strip off his hood and spiked crotch prison and pick out whatever he felt appropriate to wear. He acknowledged and asked I wanted anything from the bar before I left. I ordered two beers. Paul retrieved the beers and left for the parking lot. Terry came over and asked if there was anything wrong. I said no, and then Terry wondered if Paul should go to the parking lot alone looking like a sweaty gladiator just out of the Arena. There were a lot of wolves out on the prowl. Good point. I asked if Terry would mind keeping an eye on him and he said that he'd like to and followed Paul out into the parking lot. Fifteen minutes later, Paul and Terry returned to the back patio. Paul had replace his hood and prickly posing pouch with a plain white jock. He was carrying a towel and something else that I couldn't make out. The surprise was Terry. He had taken off his singlet and was now wearing the posing pouch which Paul had just vacated. He was getting the full effect on his balls and cock. I laughed when they got to us on the patio. "Great idea -- who suggested it Paul or you, Terry?" "I did," Leo said. "Something about that pouch that's a real turn on. You look great, baby." Leo said to his lover. "How does it fit, Terry, see any stars yet?" I inquired with a slap to his crotch. "AAAAAAHHHHHH - real sharp, thank you. Yes I see those stars now!" Terry responded backing up. He looked over at Paul and said: "I can't believe you wore this little nightmare all night and danced in it too. Jesus!" Leo looked puzzled and asked "What's going on - I don't get it!" I suggested that Leo grope his lover and it would become clear. Leo started towards Terry and Terry started backing up towards the other end of the patio and said: "No, baby - no groping - Just come over here and I'll show you the secret charm of this little number which our friend Paul over there wore all night. You won't believe it!" "I love it" was Leo's response when Terry pulled the front of the pouch out so that his mate had a good look inside. When Leo had fingered some of the sharp prongs, he looked at Terry and suggested: "You ought to do one of your posing routines for us in that -- how about it Big Boy?" "Yea, Yea -- show it off, Terry!" was Paul's contribution. I just laughed. "Well OK, USMC, if you can do it for a couple of hours, I can do it for a posing routine." Tony and Chris got some chairs together and put a flat board on top for a stage. While this was taking place I asked Paul if there had been any cuts on his dick or nuts. He pulled down the jock he was wearing so that I could inspect his still tightly bound genitals. "No Sir. Nothing serious. A few pricks broke the surface; but as you can see no serious bleeding. There was one little spot on the inside of the pouch; but I think it was an old stain not from me." I confirmed his supposition and told him to spread his legs so that I could undo the thong I had tied around his cock and balls. He complied and in a minute or two he was free from the thong. The blood rushing back into his crotch produced a sharp pain that elicited a gasp from Paul; but it also produced a raging hard or that he couldn't hide very well with his jock. Terry was already up on the impromptu stage and posing. Accompanied with a few "Ouchs," "Ows" and "Ah fucks" he did a good job of showing himself off (which was impressive) to the crowd. He finished the show by yelling: "This thing is too much, here Paul, take it back -- more power to you!" Terry said as he stripped the pouch off and tossed it back to Paul. Terry finished his posing demo in the raw, and a very impressive show it was. He had a very buffed out and well-defined physique and the combination of this muscle man displaying himself for everyone and doing it butt naked brought the house down. As Terry finished, Paul took the towel he had brought in from the car and first wiped the sweat off of me from the evenings' activities and then took the towel up to Terry so that he could cover himself and save the bar's management from any problems from the vice squad. When Paul returned from the stage, he had in his hand what I had been unable to see when he came back from the parking lot. It was a black leather full torso harness. It had a crotch attachment that included an attached dildo that was fatter and longer than the considerable one Paul had been carrying all night. "Sir, you asked me to bring back whatever I thought appropriate. Well this jock was just to get into the bar with. This is really what I'd feel most proud to wear for you" Paul handed me the harness. I called out to Terry to join us. "Nice show, Terry. Paul has asked me to insert a more challenging plug into his ass and since Leo put your gift into him, I thought it appropriate for you to pull it out." "My pleasure" Terry said and turned to Paul. "Care to join me in the men's room, little man?" "After you, Muscleman!" was Paul's reply as they both headed for the men's room. Once in the tiny men's room, Terry commanded Paul to: "Bend over, boy and spread 'em." Paul complied and Terry took hold of the butt plug and started playing it around inside of Paul's ass. He had Paul moaning heavily when he started to slowly pull it out. He got it out to where the nub was about to pass Paul's sphincter and then shoved it back in. Terry really enjoyed Paul's reaction of grunts, groans to this session of impromptu ass hole calisthenics. He kept the almost out -- rammed back in motion up for a few moments until Paul was nearly crazed by this long dormant mass now fucking him. Then at just the right moment, Terry pulled the butt plug straight out accompanied with a big, gulping suction sound. Paul stayed bent over until Terry told him to recover. His jock was stretched straight out from his crotch indicating a raging hard-on and was also soaked with pre-cum. They were back with us in the back patio in just a few moments. Terry waving the fat, black dildo over his head like a trophy. "Did you shoot, boy?" I asked Paul. "God Sir, it was hard but I held it!" I could tell from the size of his jock stretch that he was still just on the edge of a climax. "Careful now, boy; you've done just fine up to now. Don't loose it. Hold it till I tell you!" "Yes Sir" Paul responded. Terry gave Paul a big kiss and handed him the butt plug that up until a few moments ago had been his asshole's constant companion for the evening. "You've got a good man there, Frank." Terry said to me. I let Paul recover for a few moments. "How are feeling, boy?" I asked. "However you want me to feel, Sir." was Paul's reply. "I want you to feel full, boy -- come over here." Paul came up close to me. I started putting him into the harness. It took only a few moments until I was arranging the crotch piece and adjusting its tightness. Terry, Leo, Chris and Tony formed a circle aroun Paul and I so that I could arrange his cock and balls with some privacy from the crowd on the back patio. "Bend over, boy and spread em!" When Paul was bent and spread, I pulled the jock down around his ankles and then examined his ass hole. Still moist and well greased -- that other plug must have worked him just right. I turned Paul around and stood him up so that I could fit his cock and balls into the harness' cock ring and ball spreader. It was a simpler device than the leather thong which Paul had been restricted in all night; but it was just as tight and severe. I turned him around and told him to bend over. I had Paul suck on the new butt plug for a few moments and then hand it to me through his spread-eagled legs. I massaged his hole with the new larger plug and started a steady pressure on it to begin the process of ramming it home. Paul groaned and grunted till I told him to shut up -- then there was silence -- not a peep from the Marine. It took a few moments of effort and Paul was sweating heavily again; but the plug finally began to enter Paul's anus and with a few extra pushes, it slid in all the way to the hilt. Paul straightened out his back; but remained bent at the waist. I locked his new ass hole tormentor into place in the harness. I told Paul to recover. When he stood up Paul's cock was rock hard. I told him to step out of the jock. It would be useless to contain this huge errection. The combination of the tight cock ring & ball separator in conjunction with the wider, deeper seated butt plug produced an enormous erection for Paul. I knew that this particular body harness would sustain his sexual peak for a longer time than normal harnesses permitted. Its tightness was also designed to deny its wearer a climax. I think Paul had an inkling of that too. He didn't know that there was an attachment back in the trunk of the car that would send an electrical stimulus to his prostate through the butt plug and arouse him involuntarily whenever I wanted him sufficiently hot. It would drive him to a point where he would do anything for a sexual climax. The front of the harness had a small cod piece that attached to the cockring so that the wearers cock and balls were covered -- just barely. With some effort, I tugged at both the cod piece and my slave's gigantic cock; but eventually was able to get the cod piece into place and stood back to admire the man and the harness. The codpiece looked more like a condom stretched to its' breaking point than a genital cup. I'd finished Paul's new costume just as the bartenders were yelling out "last call". Paul and I joined the mass exodus from the patio. When Paul and I reached the car, Terry and Leo were waiting for us. They told us that a few of the men we had met in the bar would be joining us at the Motel for a little Hot Tubing and "whatever". Paul wasn't the least bit self-conscious driving through Cathedral City and Palm Springs in his harness. He said that he liked the feel of the leather seats on his plugged ass. When we reached the Motel, Paul opened the trunk so that Terry could retrieve his singlet and Levis. Tony and Chris were waiting at the locked gate. We all went in and those who were still clothed, stripped down and got into the Hot Tub (which was big enough for about 10 men.) It cools off dramatically in the desert at night, even in the summer and the hot jets of water playing over my body would feel great. Terry slipped into a pair of shorts and went out to a 7/11 for some beer and munchies. Paul was standing, as a good Marine should, at parade rest in front of the gate to our patio. "Your night isn't over yet, boy!" I told him as I went into our suite to retrieve a few pieces of equipment that would add some zest to Paul's upcoming ordeal. I stripped down in the bedroom, retrieved a pool towel and the implements I wanted and returned to the pool area. The fence that surrounded the compound was of solid red-wood up to a height of some 8 feet and then was topped off with a 1 foot lattice. It was well built. I motioned Paul to join me over at that portion of the fence behind the Hot Tub. I secured two fleece-lined, leather restraint cuffs to his wrists and two similar cuffs to his ankles. There were two solid support posts about six feet apart which were just perfect for securing Paul spread-eagled against the fence. I stretched and secured his arms and legs by tying leather straps to the cuffs and then tying them off onto the posts. Paul was stretched and secured and vulnerable. I had also retrieved the electrical stimulator apparatus for the butt plug. It was a simple connection, attaching at the base of the plug. Ample power was supplied by two nine volt batteries connected to a rheostat which allowed an infinite selection of power surges to be generated through the plug and into Paul's ass - most notably to his prostate. It would prod him into an erection whenever the operator wanted. The compact control box also had a vibrating function as well as a neat little function that enlarged and shrunk the shaft and head of the plug at varying rates of speed. The whole setup had cost me a substantial chunk of money when I had it constructed by an electronic wizard (with a wry sense of humor) in New York City. It had only been utilized once before at a demonstration at the Mineshaft so that I could get used to its' operation. The apparatus took all voluntary control of a man's sexual stimulation away from the individual and placed it in the hands of whoever operated the controls. It would stimulate, fuck, arouse and punish whoever was attached to its' controls. Paul was attached and I was at the controls. I announced to the men present that Paul had willfully transgressed against the bonds and environment that we had set up and that he had been undergoing varying punishment ordeals throughout the evening. It was now time for him to show all present what he was made of, how much he regretted his bad behavior and how deeply he wanted to regain the honor and pride he had disgraced. I gave a brief description of how Paul was restrained and attached to the device. I gave them a brief demonstration of the ample power of the stimulator stuck up his ass by giving Paul a quick jolt. He involuntarily jumped in his bonds, tensing and flexing every muscle in his body. What a show! Everyone was impressed. I turned to Paul and said: "Boy, earlier today, you shot-off for yourself without my permission. I told you then that you would come for me later. This is the time. However, you won't be able to control your stimulation, arousal or climax -- I will! Whatever else occurs to you in the next few hours is an opportunity for you to show me how much you want to regain you honor and pride as a man, as a Marine and as my man's man." I explained to the rest of the men that the object of this ordeal would not be to subject Paul to any electrotorture; but rather to continually and at random arouse him to the peak of male sexual eroticism. I wanted to make him climax as many times as possible. I wanted him involuntarily milked dry. They could stimulate him any way they wanted -- with or without this machine intruding into his asshole. Terry returned just as I was about to begin the first demo of the machine's power, so we all had cold beer, a hot tub and a hot man about to endure his ordeal. All eyes were on Paul's stretched-out physique awaiting his reactions as I began to navigate the electrical stimuli inside his butt. Slowly and surely I increased the electrical stimulation of his prostate until his dick was hard enough to cut diamonds. Paul was writhing in his bondage and working up a sweat. I kept the stimulation up while slowly engaging the plugs vibrating and enlarging functions. Paul was moaning and groaning, squirming and thrusting. He couldn't control himself or his reactions to this foreign operator. It was an incredibly stimulating sight for all of us. We were all rock hard watching this Marine hunk being brought to an artificially induced climax. Chris leaned over to me and asked: "Can you hold him there for a minute, I've got something that would be just right." "Certainly," I said -- "go for it." Chris hopped out of the Hot Tub and went out to his car (sporting an very nice 9" erection). He returned in just a minute with two alligator tit clamps each with a half pound weight attached. He asked if it was OK to attach them to Paul's tits. I said definitely. Paul hadn't noticed anyone for the past five minutes. His eyes were closed and he was deep inside himself experiencing this new intense stimulation over which he had no control. When Chris started sucking on his nipples, Paul opened his eyes and took in this crowd of men all getting off on his ordeal. He looked over at me and smiled. "How am I doing, Sir?" "Just fine, boy, just fine!" Chris had worked Paul's tits to full hardness and now laid his mouth over Paul's and started deep kissing him. As Chris had Paul slobbering for more kissing, he slowly brought his hands down to Paul's hairless left tit. Chris worked it between his fingers while still keeping Paul's mouth occupied and without any warning clamped the alligator clamp onto the sensitive nipple. I could see Paul jump and hear a muffled moan; but Chris kept his mouth over Paul's continuing to deep kiss him. To heighten the sensation, I gave Paul another quick jolt and increased the vibrations on his prostate. Paul was swinging his head back and forth so Chris stopped the kissing and just paid attention to preparing Paul's right tit to receive its nasty tormentor. Chris put the tit clamp right in front of Paul's face so he could see what was about to bite into his right nipple. Chris opened and closed the clamp showing it's teeth in a chomping motion. He moved it down Paul's chest and toyed with his right tit for a few seconds before placing the heavy duty clamp squarely on Paul's right nipple. "AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!" was all Paul could scream out. I increased the entire anal stimulation so that Paul was swinging in his bonds. Now every time Paul moved, the tit clamps bit into his tender nipples so that he was torn between the ecstasy in his ass and the torment on his chest. I kept this "Black Ballet" increasing in intensity until Paul's physiology took over and he heaved in an involuntary climax. Waves of milky white cum blasted out of his nuts and erupted from his pulsating solid penis. Paul was dripping wet with sex sweat, his chest pounding with sexual eroticism and his empty cock still contracting in the act of ejaculation. I turned the controls down to a soft purr, put them on a table and walked up to Paul. "That was mine, Gunney! - you won't cum again without my permission will you?" When Paul heard the word "Gunney." he almost burst out of his bondage, "Oh Man, Thank you, Sir. No Sir, I won't cum again without your permission. I'm all yours, Sir! Thank you Sir!" I embraced his taut form and kissed him. "Your evening isn't over yet, Sgt. I'm going to let any of these men who want do whatever he has a mind to with you -- and YOU WILL PERFORM LIKE MY MAN AND A MARINE! Understood?" "Understood, Sir. Thank you Sir. I won't let US down" Paul responded accentuating the "US". "One more thing, Gunney -- I want these men to milk you dry so feel free to blast your nuts off whenever you need to." "I appreciate that Sir, Thank you , Sir." I returned to the Hot Tub. Well, Gentlemen, he's all yours. Anything within reason -- just remember I want him milked dry! That was the only prodding that I needed to give. Tony and Chris were out of the Tub in no time flat and both licking Paul's sweat and stroking his body. Chris removed the tit clamps to an accompanying cry of relief from Paul. Tony took the left tit and Chris the right one -- both sucking, licking, chewing and nipping at will. Leo and Terry joined them, choosing to stimulate the lower areas of Paul's body. Leo took Paul's flaccid cock into his mouth and started sucking while Terry retrieved the control box and while manipulating the controls got underneath Leo, between Paul's legs and started licking and sucking on his nuts. It didn't take very long before Paul was up and running again. The attention of these four men and the machine couldn't be denied. Paul gave out a deep, throaty "HOORAH" and let go his second load in just under 15 minutes. Leo caught the goodies and swallowed the cum. Terry wasn't too pleased with that so he gave Paul a very sharp and intense jolt of electricity up his ass which forced him to buck forward and almost impale Leo on his throbbing cock. We all laughed. The control box got a good workout for the next hour and a half. The other guys brought Paul to climax nine times. By the time Paul reached his seventh climax, he was begging us to stop the agony. Even the slightest touch to his nipples or, worse yet, his cock and balls brought extreme discomfort to the sweat drenched warrior. The Marine was spent; but still his body couldn't resist the arousing stimulation of the machine. His last two ejaculations were dry; but nonetheless full powered. His cock and nuts were spasming and contracting; but Paul's well was dry. He was crying unashamedly now to be taken down, so Terry and I released him from his bondage and brought him to the hot tub in our arms. I took off the harness and pulled the butt plug out of his ass. Paul was wobbly to be sure. We helped him into the hot tub and gave him a first class rubdown -- and three cold beers! "Welcome back, Gunney.!" I said. "What a trip, Sir! Am I back in your good graces, Sir?" Paul responded. "Relax, Paul, you're back!" It was now almost 5 AM and most of the participants had gone their separate ways. Terry and Leo excused themselves and after big juicy kisses and bear hugs all around they stumbled off to their room. Paul and I were alone. "How are you doing, Marine?" "Just fine, Sir -- a little bushed, but really more stoked than anything. Thank you, Sir for everything you did for me this weekend." "My pleasure, Paul!" We floated around in the pool for about a half hour -- hugging, kissing and holding each other close by. "How about one last bare-ass jog, Sgt.? There's just about enough time to get a mile in. Are you game?" "Lead the way, Sir." was all Paul replied. There would be one last exercise for this Marine. I tied a leather thong around his cock and balls, then criss-crossed it around his nut-sac to separate his balls, wound it down his nut sac to stretch his balls to the end and finally secured a 5# weight at the end. "Let's go, Paul!" I slipped on a pair of Speedos that someone had left by the pool and as a final gesture, hooked the black leather leash to the leather thong encircling Paul's genitals and we were out the gate. I got on the bike and led him down the street at a trot, the 5# weight swinging freely between his hefty thighs as he jogged. I had hoped that there would be at least one person out and about to catch a glimpse of this sight; but no such luck. 20 minutes later, we were back at the Motel. "Good boy," I said. "Thank you, Sir. That was an experience, Sir. Marine Corps PT will never be the same." I undid the leather thong and releasing the 5# weight and Paul and I both dove into the pool to cool off and relax. We floated around till the dawn crept over the fence. "I think we both could use a little shut-eye; lets hit the sack for a few hours." "Sounds good to me, Sir." We both slipped out of the pool, toweled off and went into our bedroom. There were a few kisses and hugs before we both fell asleep. Our naked bodies entwined. Paul and I slept deeply until just after noon. Paul stirred first and gently got himself out of bed. He went into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. He cleaned himself up -- inside and out. He took special care to shave those parts of his body that I had shaved during the weekend. After passing the water out of his bowels from his douching, he greased himself up and quietly returned to our bed. He put his arms around me and gave me a big hug that woke me up. "Good morning, Sir, how did you sleep," he said. All I did was to turn into him, moan and give him a deep kiss. I felt his still damp body and explored all the shaved areas ending with my index finger up his ass. "Good boy, Gunney -- by the feel of things, you've been busy getting yourself ready for a brand new day" "I wanted to be ready for whatever you wanted, when you woke up, Sir" "I'll bet your ass feels empty without some big plug shoved up there, doesn't it?" "Yes, Sir, now that you mention it, I do have a feeling that something big is missing." "Well, let's not let all your preparations go to waste, Gunney; get down there between my legs and see if you can arouse my dick sufficiently to satisfy that vacant asshole of yours!" Paul was between my legs in an instant; his wet, warm mouth encasing my still limp dick. He started inserting his tongue between the head of my dick and the foreskin. Paul then started a slow rotating motion, drawing his tongue all the way around my cockhead while keeping it between my foreskin and head. It felt great. In no time, I was beginning to respond and Paul took his tongue from administering to my cockhead to licking up and down the shaft. He alternated this shaft licking with nibbling on my foreskin. The combination was erotic as hell and soon had me fully extended. Paul finished off this foreplay with a few deep throat swallows. We were both ready. "Go over to that black leather gym bag and retrieve four of the 1 inch wide soft black leather thongs." Paul jumped off the bed and went to the bag where he found the straps I wanted. Stimulating my cock had produced a raging erection on Paul too. "Is this what you wanted, Sir," Paul asked while holding up the four strips for me to see. "They're the ones. Bring them over to me Paul." Paul handed them to me, then he went to the foot of the bed and stood at Parade Rest. "On your back, on the bed, boy." I ordered. Paul laid down belly and hard-on up. I took the straps around to the foot of the bed so that I was facing the prone, worked up Marine. "Sit up, knees bent." Paul sat up and bent his knees. I took his left arm and tied it to his left leg -- wrist to ankle and elbow to knee. I repeated the same scenario on his right arm & leg. Paul was secured now. It was a rocking chair position. If I wanted him on his back I just pushed him backward and he would fall into a ready-to-fuck position with his legs spread and up. His asshole was wide open. If I wanted him to suck my cock, I used his tits to pull him forward and he was right in position to take my now rock hard dick into his mouth and down his throat. Whatever I wanted, Paul was hamstrung into position by these leather straps securing his arms and legs. "Looking good, Marine." "Thank you, Sir; I'm feeling good and hot." "Let's test this little device out." I said. I picked up a pair of the Jap tit clamps that had a chain attached and fixed them onto Paul's hard nipples. He was groaning already. This Gunny was ready! I pushed him back and Paul fell into place. Legs spread. Arms secured. Butt hole exposed. I pulled his legs forward in order to position his butt on the end of the bed so that I'd have a better avenue of thrust for my penis to ram its thick head and 8 inch shaft home. I took hold of the tit clamp chain and started a very slow but steady insertion. I pulled on the tit clamp chain like a rein. Pulling out from Paul's chest as my cock was slowly swallowed by his hot, greased man-hole. Once in I started a steady motion in and out motion; increasing in intensity until Paul was groaning his "AAAAAGGGGHHHHH's" louder and louder. "Oh! Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me hard, Sir. Let me have it all, Sir." was Paul's comment on the whole scene. I fucked my Marine, weekend slave boy hard and fast until I was on the brink of exploding. Paul was sex crazy by this point. His ass was grabbing my cock with every out stroke and sucking with every in stroke. He was milking me with his ass hole muscles. Good man! I pulled completely out and then rammed my throbbing hard-on back into Paul's gaping hole. I did this five or six times and then stayed out. I pushed Paul back on the bed and then pulled him up by his tits. The clamps held and provided a very painful and effective transition tool. Paul was sitting up now, my still throbbing cock right in his face. "You're going to take this load down your throat, boy, not up your ass." "Suck it," I ordered. Paul was on my erect penis in an instant. He was deep throating it for all he was worth. His asshole muscles were now replaced with his throat muscles. His throat did just as expert a job at milking me as his asshole had done. I was using the tit clamps to encourage him. Paul didn't need that much encouragement. He wanted my load. I was on the verge of exploding in no time flat. I straightened up and rammed my dick into Paul's throat and burst a load of hot cum from the base of my nuts up through my shaft and out through my piss slit. Paul swallowed in unison to the spasms and consumed every bit of my climax. We were both heaving and sweating. Paul kept my cock in his mouth and worked every drop of my cum out. It felt as if he were going to suck my two nuts out through my cock. It was an incredible way to start this new day together. We disengaged and I untied Paul. We both collapsed onto the bed and half wrestled, half embraced each other for the next few minutes. Both of us came down together. "I need a shower,Gunney; go in there and get it ready for me. You'll be joining me." "Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir!" Paul said as he got up from our bed and went into the bathroom to get things ready. I lay there on the bed for a few moments just relaxing and feeling stoked. "Your shower and shower slave are ready for you, Sir" came from the bathroom. I was out of the bed and into the steamy bathroom in an instant. Paul had oiled himself up and was standing in the middle of a large four man shower in his inspection position. The hot shower water was bouncing off his chest, abs and crotch. "Ready for inspection, Sir." was Paul's greeting. "I've already inspected you Gunney and you passed. What's all this oil shit?" I asked. "Excuse me Sir, but this shower slave thought that you might like a little posing routine to start off you bath." "You're excused, boy, I like your initiative. Execute!" I said as I stepped in to join Paul in the steamy shower. Paul took up a position in the back corner of the shower stall (actually it was almost another room in itself) and began his flexing routine. He showed off every muscle group he could think of. Flexing and bending his body to show off every inch of his physique for me. I was standing in the middle of the shower taking all of this in while beginning to lather myself up. The shower was equipped with a hand held messager which jetted out the water in different intensities and impulses. I took it off the wall and began to play different streams of water over Paul's body as he posed. I put the messager on pulse and turned up the intensity and kept it aimed squarely on Paul's nuts and very hard cock. Playing the intense water pulses up and down his cock shaft, around his cockhead, into his piss slit, and finally bouncing off his nutsac. Paul didn't miss a beat in his posing; but the water J/O was having it's effect. "Secure from your routine, Gunney" I ordered. Paul stopped and assumed a Parade Rest stance. "Turn around and bend over" Paul obeyed instantly. I took a shower shot from off the wall and inserted the bulb up Paul's ass. "You can start posing again, Gunney; but this time I want you to retain that water douche bulb up your ass until I say it's OK to take it out. Understand!" "Yes, Sir." was Paul's reply. His dick started to deflate as I began a very slow stream of hot water up his asshole. I filled him to just short of capacity so that he would be able to function for the rest of our shower. "You can secure from the posing boy and start with my shower. Just one thing, don't loose a drop of that ass water I put in you" "Yes Sir, Thank you, Sir." Paul got the soap and started lathering me up. He used his body as the washcloth to rub the soap around. He took his time and did a fine job of not only getting me cleaned up but also aroused to full erection. Paul took special care with the cleaning of my penis. He put the shower massager on the same pulsating motion I had used on him; but he started with the lowest intensity and increased up from there. He put the water jet between my cock head and foreskin (which was already stretched tight due to my hard-on) and worked the pulsating water around and around my cock head. He then directed the water stream into my piss slit and then down my shaft and around my balls. He kept this action up at increasing water intensity until he had me on the verge of shooting another load. Paul judged where his arousal had taken me and swallowed my cock in one gulp. He yanked once on my nutsac and I exploded a second load of cum into his throat. "Thank you, Sir," he said and winked at me. I picked him up and we embraced and deep throated each other while the hot water fell over our bodies. After rinsing me off, Paul started licking and sucking all the water from my skin. He lingered on my most erogenous places. By the time he had finished "drying" my nipples, I was hard again. He finished drying every inch of my body off by playing with my asshole. He really got me hot. "Does Sir want to get his asshole cleaned out too?" Paul asked. "You bet Paul. Stick that shower shot up there and douche me out!" I commanded. "With pleasure, Sir." Paul said as he retrieved the shower shot and after lubricating my hole with his tongue, pushed the bulb's nozzle up my ass. He started the stream of water into me and got me full in no time. We were both heavy with a gut full of ass-water. Our cocks were now both at full raging extension and we were both in the clutches of a very high energy sex dynamo. "First one to lose his water gets his ass whipped" I challenged Paul. "I'm cramping already, Sir; but whatever you say!" Paul replied. I tossed Paul a towel and he dried himself off. "Follow me, it's time for some morning PT." "Yes, Sir, I'm right behind you, Sir." Paul said as he followed me out the door onto our small private patio. I started with a dozen push ups which Paul had no trouble in following. Then I started to do twenty jumping jacks. This put a lot of pressure on our guts whenever we spread our legs; but we each held our water. Now for the real test -- deep knee bends. I started with the knee bends and when we had reached #6, I felt the telltale rivulet of liquid running down my inner thigh. Paul had two bigger ones running down each of his inner thighs. "Looks like one of us is about to lose, doesn't it boy?" I asked. "Not this Marine!" Paul challenged. We finished off 20 of the deep knee bends and each lost a little water; but we were pretty much holding our own. "OK run in place, Marine," I said as I picked up my legs to start a run in place. "Knees to your tits, Marine!" I ordered. We had both done about 2 or 3 minutes of this exercise when we reached our limit of holding in our ass-water. We both exploded almost in unison, although Paul started loosing it just before I joined in. We aimed our asses at the flower garden and gave them a watering and fertilizing all at once. "Looks like a tie to me Gunney" I said. "Whatever you say, Sir." Paul responded. "Lets go check out the pool," I said. "Right behind you, Sir." We opened our patio's gate to find Terry already floating around the pool on one of the rafts. There was no one else in sight. Terry was oiled up and stretched out catching the sun on as much of his physique as possible. He hadn't noticed Paul and me entering the pool area. I looked at Paul and nodded towards Terry and winked. He caught my meaning right away. Without further ado we both charged the pool in the finest USMC fashion and did two cannonball dives aimed right at Terry. He didn't have a chance. The waves from out two splashes upset his float and he went into the pool. "You sons-o-bitches, this water's like ice. You wanna kill somebody," Terry screamed at us after he surfaced. "Good morning hunk," I said. "You looked too peaceful, pussy," Paul said with a pinch on Terry's ass. "Ouch! and just who are you calling pussy, butt boy?" Terry responded. They lunged at each other and engaged in mock combat for a few minutes. Both were dunking each other and pinching tits and asses. "How did you guys sleep -- or did you?" asked Terry. "Like bugs in a rug," Paul answered. "Who was the bug and who was the rug?" Terry inquired. "Now just what do you think, Muscle-ass!" Paul responded. "I was the happiest bug in captivity last night," Paul continued before Terry could say anything. We all swam around for about an hour; talking over last night's events and expanding on our new frinedships. Leo had joined us right after Terry's dousing and asked if we were hungry enough to go out for a late lunch or early dinner. Since I had agreed to drive Paul back to the base by 10 PM. I thought an early dinner would leave us enough time for some additional male bonding before I had to give him back to the USMC. We enjoyed a great dinner together and then helped Leo and Terry pack up for their ride back to LA. After bidding our two new friends farewell, Paul and I got in one more fantastic fuck before it was time to hit the road to 29 Palms. I dropped him off just a block from the Main Gate. We made a date for the following weekend. This time at my place in San Deigo. Paul and I got together frequently for the next few months to continue the expansion of our budding relationship. As it often does, though, the Corps intervened with it's needs. This time it was Desert Storm. Paul and I wrote to each other frequently; but it just wasn't the same via mail. After the first TV war in history was in reruns, Paul stayed with me for 3 weeks prior to his transfer to Embassy duty in Dublin. From there, he was posted to Quantico as an Instructor, then on to GitMo in Cuba where I finally lost track of him. I'll never forget that incredible weekend in Palm Springs or the subsequent time Paul and I spent together. Chance meetings that produce real results do happen. Even if they are transitory. By the way Paul, if you're out there reading this - I've kept all of your "favorite" instriments prepped and primed. So if you're ready to work up a sweat - GET IN TOUCH NOW...boy! |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/boss-of-the-house | Date: Sun, 19 Sep 1999 19:52:49 PDT From: Jason Roberts Subject: Boss Of The House There's nothing wrong with punishing a boy, and I never tire of it. A boy needs punishment to make him feel good about hisself, an especially for attitude adjustment once in a while. I make the rules, and I make my boy follow them. If he don't, well, he knows he gets whats commin to him, an that he deserves it, cause I'm the boss in this house. I always tell him what he did wrong, though, before a good spankin. I makes sure that he stands there and listens good to my enthusiastic lecture on his mistakes, so that he knows why he's getting it. That way, he knows its fair, cause he knows if he does it again, then he'll get it again, and he'll keep getting it from my hand until he don't do it no more. I'll keep up my end of the bargin, as long as he keeps up his. And I'll do my fatherly duty too, when he so needs it. I'll make him strip and stand naked in the middle of the living room before I lecture. When he's naked I know he's payin attention, and besides, I like lookin' at him, and it gits me hard thinkin about what I'm gonna do to his ass. Sometimes I stand behind him while he's naked, stay quiet and walk around real close with my arms crossed, lookin' him up and down like he's some dumb ass kid, and if he looks me in the eye I yell "what are you lookin' at, boy?" and he always answers "nothin', sir" and then looks at his feet. I always make sure I humiliate him too for a while because that makes my dick real hard, and sometimes it makes his hard too, and I like him too so I make sure he understands how he made me mad, because I know deep down inside he really wants to please me. You always gotta be real mad to spank properly, because then he knows its not a game but for real, and when it's done you're not mad anymore, and you love him again. And besides, he gits a better spankin too. It don't hurt properly unless you're really mad. It's gotta hurt, or he won't respect you. And that ain't good for him or you, so if loved your kid as much as I do you'd get real mad too! Then I give it to him, over the knee, with my bare workin' hands. The part I like the best is makin' him bend over, and when I feel his lean body over my fat thigh, and his peter hangin down between my legs, I feel for it with my other hand and know he's humiliated and it feels good too, so I get hard, knowin that I'm doin the right thing for him. I always rub his ass first, cause it makes him squirm, and sometimes I play with his button and tell him I'm gonna fuck him good afterward or maybe make him suck my dick dependin upon how much he yells. If he takes it like a man, then he only has to suck my dick, but if he yells a lot, then I'll lay him on his stomach and fuck him up his sore red ass, either way reminding him that I'm his father and he has to respect my rules. But if he gets me really hot, like maybe his buns get really red and he squirms a lot, then I'll make him blow me and I'll fuck him too, because I've got needs too and besides this is for my enjoyment as well as his education so I intend to make that most of it. Sometimes during a spanking I get so hard that it gets uncomfortable so I let my dick stick out of my zipper while I spank him because his squirming rubs up against it and it's another form of humiliation too. And I like nothin' better than telling him he will only have to either suck me or get fucked by me, and then swattin him so hard he yells a lot and then telling him he has to do both because he yelled so much. It's one of the perks of the job, I guess, but he doesn't have any say in it, so I can do it if I damn well please. And besides, it's good for him because it teaches him discipline, and he learns how to please me at the same time. After I've spanked him until I feel he's properly punished I'm not mad anymore and he knows I love him like a father so I sit back and tell him to kneel and make it up to me. I've always got my clothes on because it gives me more power over him and besides it's not right for a boy to see his father naked, but sometimes I open my shirt cause it's cooler and I get sweaty when I give a good hard spankin cause after all I'm a big guy with some muscle and padding and all that body hair don't help much either. While he's suckin me off I tell him how to do it, when and what to do, cause it's only right that he does it cause I tell him and not cause he wants to and he knows the rules I have for that. No takin' your mouth off of it, no stoppin till I say, and no touchin' himself less I tell him to, and he must say "yes, Daddy" whenever I give him an order like when I tell him to lick me for a while while I sit back with my hands clasped behind my head, watchin him, and then tell him to lick it all around the head. If he breaks a rule I turn him over my knee right then and there and warm his ass a little, but it don't take much because I know he's already got it good from me. Then I tell him to continue and I make sure he does it good by givin lots of direction and when my dick is all licked all over I call him a faggot cocksucker to put him in his place and make him suck my bag while I stroke awhile. I'll hold my belt around his neck like a collar, stroke real slow and watch him play with his little self for a while but he ain't allowed to cum till I say, and then when he's gettin close I yank it to stop him. I'll do this five or six times and by then he's about ready to burst. It gets him real hot so when he has to take my whole cock in his mouth he does it real good. And he ain't allowed to touch hisself while he's blowin me, cause I need his full concentration on my enjoyment, but I'll let him rub his peter against my feet or leg while he's goin' down on me. Sometimes if he don't do it good I stand up and fuck his mouth hard for punishment. I always hold his head and fuck his mouth while I cum because I can shove it in good and deep and hold it there while I cum - his soft gentle warm mouth feels so good ain't no pullin out cause then there ain't no point in doin it for all that time and not getting the best part. Sometimes I pump him afterwards, if he really did a good job for me, that's his reward. If not, I won't let him cum. And he better not beat off after in his room or he'll really git it. He ain't allowed to beat off without my permission. Sometimes I hold off and march him upstairs and turn him on his stomach on the bed. If he struggles much I hold his wrists together with my belt, while I hunker down on him. I'm much bigger than he is, so I cover his whole body while I prod his button lightly until he relaxes and it slips in nicely. Then I fuck his mouth with my thumb and his ass with my dick. He moans and squirms a lot and I like that, but I'm a lot heavier than he is so he can't get far, so sometimes I fuck him a long time, telling how much his daddy loves him, and that it's for his own good and he has to learn to obey the rules. When I cum, I leave it in and hold him while we both fall asleep. I like to fall asleep right after I cum layin on top with my dick still in, but sometimes it gits uncomfortable for him so I clean up, then he has to sleep with it in his mouth. I have to be inside him while we sleep - that's just another rule of mine. I like making rules so that he grows up understanding how to get along and have good manners and be obedient and polite and do as he's told with a good attitude, because if I even let him take an inch, I know he'll try to take a ruler. Deep down inside a boy needs to be punished to make him feel good about hisself. I do my part - I make rules and I sees to it that he sticks to them. Or Else - smack! ______________________________________________________________________ About me: I fantasize about being the boy in this story, not the Daddy, but I like to read stories from the Daddy's point of view, so I wrote it that way. If you liked it, send me an email - jason_roberts_27@hotmail.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bondage-story | From: Subject: Bondage Story Date: 31 Jul 1996 07:58:01 GMT Organization: Sprynet News Service Keywords: gay, consensual, bondage Hey, does nobody post stories to this group anymore? If you like to read stories, email me at profguy@sprynet.com or at larryis@juno.com. I have a large collection, and I'm willing to TRADE stories---not interested in just sending them one way. Send me one, and you'll get one in return. A Bondage Story Since Daniel and Matt had nearly been discovered getting horny in the showers at the gym after their workout, they started wearing their gym clothes home. They rode in Daniel's Camaro, staining the seats with their sweat, and exalting in being young, male, and in love. From time to time, Daniel would glance at Matt, who, when he noticed, would grab his crotch through his shorts and smile. By now, each of them knew the routine that they would follow when they got back to the apartment, and knowing this made Daniel drive quickly. Daniel's father had given him the new Camaro as a high school graduation gift, and the old man even provided the loft apartment just off Peachtree where the young men lived. Daniel was a year older than Matt, and a junior to Matt's being a sophomore at the community college that they both attended. Both young men were healthy, as slim as colts, and were well- muscled and taut from their bi-weekly workouts. Daniel was slightly the smaller of the two. He had blond hair and blue eyes. Matt was somewhat taller than Daniel, and he had brown hair and brown eyes. The two had met at a gay rights rally in Cobb County (a bastion of bastardy where hate was envisioned as a family value and the county commissioners thought that they could shackle the performing arts to their own visions and imagination, furthermore located in a county that required handguns in one municipality. Shoot gays? No more that Pro Choice doctors are risk!) Our heroes, though, soon had made a date to see a movie. And one movie later, Daniel had invited Matt to his apartment. That night, they made gentle but satisfying love, and soon Matt abandoned his dormitory room to move in with Daniel. The apartment was really an artist's loft in a converted warehouse just off Peachtree and Pharr Road. It featured expansive skylighting, a large open area which Daniel and Matt had decorated with a huge old wooden bed with plenty of sack pillows scattered around, some basic thrift-shop furniture, and Matt's rather extensive stereo system. Riding up the rickety elevator, Daniel leered at Matt. "Are you prepared?" he asked. "You know you're mine for the rest of the evening, and I intend to use you for whatever you're worth." Matt nodded. "This week is yours, but, remember, I get the next turn, and payback's a bitch." He shook a finger to emphasize his point. At this, Daniel laughed. "Could be, but I'll worry about that when the time comes. For now, I think you should be cultivating that proper subservient attitude." "Yes, master." Matt nodded solemnly. The elevator came to a jerky halt, and Daniel pulled open the door. They stepped into a short hallway, and Matt reached into his gym bag for the keys. Daniel placed a hand on Matt's elbow, and said, "The game starts now!" Matt nodded and unlocked the door. He went into the apartment first, and he set the gym bag down by the doorsill. Daniel followed him in. As soon as the door was closed and locked, Daniel grinned at Matt and said, "Abase yourself, slave, and beg for your favors!" Matt obediently went down to his knees, and raised his clasped hands up in front of his face. He looked down at the floor and said, "Do with me as you will, master, but I beg you to be kind to me." "You need not fear harm, slave, as long as you will obey me quickly in all things, no matter what I may ask of you." said Daniel. "I am yours to command," said Matt, still not having looked up. "Very well," said Daniel. "Get the chair and the ropes." "Yes, master," said Matt, and he rose from the floor. He walked across the loft to the scarred old dining table the previous tenant had abandoned, and he picked up one of the heavy wooden chairs. He carried it back across the loft, and he stopped for a moment near the bed stand. He opened the door and extracted several coiled lengths of soft, cotton rope. Carrying the chair and the rope, he walked the rest of the way across the loft to the small combination toilet-bath-laundry room. Daniel was leaning against the washing machine waiting for him. He had not removed his gym clothes. When Matt appeared in the doorway, he ordered Matt to set the chair down and bring him the coils of rope. Matt carefully lowered the chair, and he walked over to Matt, eyes downcast, and handed Matt the rope. Daniel eyed Matt appraisingly. "You're wet, slave, and your clothes are dirty!" "Yes, master." said Matt. "Well," said Daniel. "We'll just have to do something about that! Strip out of those dirty clothes." Matt went to one knee and began to unlace a sneaker. He pulled it off, and then pulled off the accompanying sock. He shifted to the other knee and did the same. He tossed his shoes and socks together in a pile. Then, as Daniel watched impatiently, he pulled his shirt over his head. This, too, he dropped to the floor. "That's no way for a slave to behave," said Daniel, "casually throwing his clothes on the floor. For this, you must be disciplined! Stand up now, and put your hands behind your head!" Matt obediently stood up. Daniel admired his strong chest and his smooth stomach. He smiled appreciatively, but he said, "You're moving too slowly! Must I do everything myself?" With that, he lowered his hands to Matt's waist and grasped the thin shiny material of Matt's gym shorts. Quickly he slipped the shorts down about Matt's knees. Matt wore cotton briefs under his gym shorts, and already his erection was pushing out against the fabric. Daniel cupped his hand and rubbed Matt's balls through the soft cloth. He could feel Matt's cock responding. Matt's face reddened, but he stood at close to attention. "My", said Daniel, as he slipped his hand into Matt's briefs, "aren't you ready. Why, I would almost think that you're expecting some sort of reward!" He looked Matt in the face, as his hand slipped lower. "Why you would expect anything, slave, I don't know, because you still have to be punished for your sloppiness." He then slipped Matt's briefs down. Matt's cock, freed from its enclosure, sprang forward. Matt had a large cock which was, like Daniel's, circumcised. "Step out of those things!" commanded Daniel. "And pick up those clothes." Matt slid his briefs and shorts down and stepped out of them as a pair. He bent to pick up the clothing he had discarded, and started to give them to Daniel. "Not to me, slave! Put your dirty clothes where they should be, in the washer!" Daniel said. Matt, his erection full, and now frustrated, carried his clothes to the washer. He set the sneakers on a shelf and threw everything else in the washer. He turned to face Daniel, and asked respectfully, "What should I do now, master?" "Go to the chair, slave, and sit down." Matt walked over to the chair, and Daniel admired his trim, youthful buttocks. Matt sat down in the chair, placing his ankles beside the two front chair legs. Daniel walked behind the chair, and without having to be asked, Matt crossed his wrists behind the chair's upright back. Daniel quickly and expertly tied his wrists together with a length of rope. Matt flexed his wrists experimentally, and found them to be tightly bound. Daniel moved to the front of the chair and tied Matt's ankles to the chair legs. He tied them to the front crossmember, so that each ankle was suspended, with only Matt's toes touching the floor. Daniel noted with approval how this position made Matt's calf muscles bunch up. With each hand, he grasped Matt's calfs and kneaded them firmly for a short time. Daniel tested each knot, and then he stood in front of the chair. Through all of this, Matt had not lost his erection, and it stood proudly, pressed against his stomach. Daniel traced a fingertip around Matt's nipples, and he said, "I know what you want, you with that big hard-on. But you've been a careless slave, and now you'll just to suffer until I feel differently." Daniel removed a collar and leash from the shelf, which he attached to Matt's neck. The leash was a silver chain, which he left to dangle to Matt's lap. The chain fell across Matt's penis, which moved in response. Daniel thought that the sight was a fine image, that of the cold, silver chain links against the color and flesh of Matt's cock. He had a temptation to stop the game there, and take that magnificent organ into his mouth. He could almost taste the pre-cum. Quickly, he put the image from his mind. "Now, don't make me gag you, too," he warned (although the boys never had employed gags in their games). He moved a step away, hoisting himself up to sit on the lip of the washing machine. He removed his shoes and socks, all the time watching Matt. What a proper slave he makes! he thought. And how lucky I am that he's all mine. He pulled his tee shirt over his head, and then he reached forward one foot, and placed it in Matt's lap. With his toes, he burrowed under Matt's balls. He began to flex his toes, massaging that area between Matt's balls and Matt's glory-hole. Matt squirmed appreciatively. "What do you want, slave?" Daniel asked. "I want you to fuck me, master," said Matt. "Soon, soon, my slave. But first I think I'll keep you bound a little longer." He pulled his foot away from Matt's balls and slid off the washing machine. He turned his back on the bound man, and placed his hands at his own waist. "Is there something in here that you want, slave?" "Yes, master!" "Well, you can have it when you've atoned for your bad behavior." Slowly and progressively, he slid his shorts down, exposing a black jockstrap. The strap left his ass bare except for a small line down his crack. Daniel massaged his ass checks, knowing full-well the effect that would have on his slave. When he turned around to remove the jockstrap, Matt's erection had become even greater. Pre-cum drooled from the head of Matt's cock, which was richly veined and purpled, and seem to throb with intensity. Daniel was not surprised to his own organ in much the same condition. "Well, slave," he said, "it seems that my cock is available! But first, we should move you." He bent down and released the knots securing Matt's ankles. As Matt lowered his feet flat on the floor, Daniel noted approvingly the rope lines left on Matt's ankles. He picked up the ropes, stood up, and took hold of the leash. "Come along, slave," he said. Matt stood up straddling the seat. Carefully, he straightened his body and slid his bound wrists up the back of the chair. In a moment, he was free of the chair and stood on his feet. "Come along, slave," repeated Daniel, and he snapped the leash. Obediently, Matt stepped out of the room, with Daniel following at the length of the leash. As they walked out into the loft, Daniel watched Matt's rear, enjoying the up and down movements of his buttocks in relation to his tightly constrained wrists as he strode. Together, they walked over to the big bed. "Crawl onto the bed and stand on your knees, with your ankles off the bed." Matt complied and Daniel tied his ankles back together, using the same ropes. This time, though, he bound them more tightly, looping the rope around both ankles and then winding it between. He pulled the center rope ends tightly and tied two large knots. He went to the other side of the bed, to Matt's front, and looped the other rope around Matt's legs, just above his knees. This rope, too, he twined through the center. That done, he moved back to admire his handiwork. Matt stood at attention, bound hand, leg, and ankle, and tried to look properly contrite. His angry erection thrust forward in counterpoint to the otherwise perfect symmetry he presented in bondage. Satisfied with his work, Daniel, too, kneeled on the bed. Pressing himself up closely against Matt, so that their cocks touched, he wrapped his arms around the other boy, kissing him hotly, thrusting his tongue into the other's mouth. He could feel the chain leash, it's cold silver pressing against his chest and stomach. He moved slightly causing the chain to brush against his cock, and he responded by thrusting his mouth against Matt's more tightly. Bound as he was, Matt responded eagerly, thrusting his own tongue forward. For some moments, the two kissed like this, until Daniel pulled away slightly. He took the leash in one hand and wrapped his other hand around Matt's neck. A slight tug at the leash and pull with his other hand was all that was necessary to unbalance Matt so that he tumbled over onto the bed. The bed, of course, was soft, and Matt wasn't hurt. Lying on his side, facing Daniel, Matt allowed his legs to straighten. When he did this, Daniel looped his top leg over Matt's, and with his leg and hands, pulled the boy close. For some time, they lay like this, with their bodies parallel, touching at flagrant lip, now-heaving chest, massive hard-ons, knee to knee. Daniel placed an arm over Matt's waist, placing his hand on the ropes at Matt's wrists. He released Matt's mouth, and laying so close that he couldn't focus on both of Matt's eyes at the same time, said, "Well, slave, are you ready to serve me without question?" "Please, please," begged Matt. Daniel pulled away from Matt, and without his support, Matt reclined partially onto his back. Daniel repositioned himself and thrust his engorged organ into Matt's face. Matt leaned forward eagerly, but with his hands bound, was unable to grasp the cock that he so much desired, so Daniel had to do it for him. He again tossed his leg over Matt's body and, with one hand, took his cock and guided it forward. Matt lifted his head, presenting a straighter path for Daniel's cock. He stretched his mouth wide, pressing his lips tightly together, and took much of Daniel's length. With his tongue, he could feel the veins that encircled his friend's cock and he could taste the salty pre-cum that presaged the eruption that would come. He moved his head back and forth, being careful to maintain his alignment. Daniel picked up on this motion and began to match it. The rhythm came faster and faster, and Daniel grunted with pleasure. Soon, he began to fell the sensation that indicated his coming explosion. Too soon, he thought, and he pulled away. Matt reluctantly relinquished his hold, whimpering slightly that Daniel's cock was being denied him again. Meanwhile, Daniel was athrob with urgency. Quickly he bent and untied Matt's legs and ankles. He turned Matt bodily to the side of the bed, rolling him back so that his wrists, still bound, were pressed into the bed. He pulled the leash into one hand, and Matt obligingly placed his feet over Daniel's shoulders. Looking down, Daniel could see that Matt's cock was also in a state of some urgency, throbbing with the boy's heartbeat, more purpled and engorged than ever. With his other hand, he guided his cock into the vee of Matt's ass. He slipped his cock into that perfect receptacle and thrust vigorously. Back and forth, back and forth, so strongly and rapidly that at each forward movement, Matt's legs would be thrust from his shoulders, only to meet Daniel's chest again on the return stroke. His breath was coming quickly now, and he could feel his heartbeat in his temples. Suddenly, so suddenly that he felt some surprise, he felt his tension erupt into an explosion, as wave after wave of crashing sensation rained down upon him. It was all he could do to disengage himself, but he pulled his cock out of it's snug refuge, just in time to unload gusts of cum, which he dispersed in a torrential outpouring onto Matt's groin, stomach, and chest. He shuddered hugely, his eyes closed, feeling the slight echoes of the explosion, until his heartbeat slowed, and then he lowered his cock onto Matt's and, mixing his own cum with Matt's pre-cum, for a time massaged them both. By this time, Matt's own urgency was not to be denied. After all, he had been an adequate and obedient servant, but the game had been Daniel's, and now the game was over. He gently lowered Matt's legs to the bed. Matt rolled onto his back, proffering his bound hands. As Daniel untied the loops, Matt bucked and thrashed, anxious to be freed so that he could obtain his own rewards. When his hands were free, he rolled onto his side. His cock, wet with his own pre-cum and Daniel's ejaculate, stuck to the sheets for a moment, and then slid across them a short distance, sending Matt a sensation that caused him to wince. Even before he was fully turned over, he was reaching for his friend. Episode 2 of A Bondage Story It had been three days since Matt and Daniel had last acted out a bondage fantasy, and Matt had spent his idle time fantasizing about what his turn as the dominant partner would involve. All week he had thought of it, with his thoughts intruding even when he and Daniel were in bed involved in the normal sex that their love enabled. Matt had given Daniel no inkling of what he intended, even though Daniel had inquired several times. Better to let him wonder, Matt thought, and see what his imagination does to him. Matt was sure that his fantasy would take Daniel by surprise. Finally, the days passed, and returning from the gym, the boys entered into their fantasy relationship. "The game starts now!" said Matt, using the words that had become traditional in their games. "Abase yourself, slave, and beg for your favors!" Daniel fell to his knees and bowed his head. He said, "I am yours to command, master, I but ask that you do not hurt me." "You don't need to fear me, slave, as long you are obedient to my every wish," said Matt. Daniel kneeled before him, still damp from their workout, his sandy blond head bowed, and his hands clasped neatly in front of his satin gym shorts. Matt felt the first stirring of his cock in his own shorts, and he said, "First, slave, we have to clean you up. Go into the bathroom and strip out of those sweaty clothes." "I obey, master," said Daniel, and he rose and walked across the boy's loft into their bathroom. The apartment was on the top floor of a converted manufacturing and warehouse facility, and it featured a tile-covered shower area as well as four individual stalls, two of which had been converted for a laundry pair. Exposed pipes ran overhead to the shower heads, and there were several chrome-colored drains set directly into the tile. Matt followed Daniel to the bathroom and leaned against the door sill as Daniel started to undress. "Face me, slave!" he ordered, and Daniel turned toward him. Daniel first removed his tee shirt, exposing his flat stomach and muscular chest. His chest was mostly hairless, except for a small, blonde ring around each of his nipples. He tossed his tee shirt away, and pushed each of his sneakers off using his toes. These he kicked away and then he lifted each ankle to remove his socks. Matt could feel his erection straining against his own shorts, and he could see that Daniel, too, was becoming hard. Daniel placed his hands on his waist and pushed his gym shorts down to his ankles. He was wearing only a jock-strap beneath. This too he quickly slid away. His cock, freed of its confinement, slowly fell forward. Daniel looked down at his own cock, and then he looked at Matt, who was still leaning in the doorway. "What now, master?" asked Daniel. "Spread your legs, slave, and let me look at you." Daniel obediently spread his legs and stood looking at the floor. His cock had become fully erect and thrust upward, close to his belly. Daniel had a prominent tan line, in a shape and position that he wouldn't want his mother to see. With his legs apart, and his hard-on up, his balls were elevated, and Matt could see the inside swell of Daniel's ass between his legs. Finally, he said, "Turn and face the wall, slave, and put your hands behind your head. And don't turn away from the wall." Daniel complied, and Matt left the room. He went directly to a closet in the loft apartment, reached up to the shelf, and withdrew a shoe box. He removed a shiny new pair of handcuffs. Chuckling, he replaced the box on the shelf and returned to the bathroom. Daniel was still standing, facing the wall, in a position of attention. He did not look back when Matt returned, but he could hear the clack of some sort of metallic hardware. He wondered what his friend had in mind. He didn't need to wonder for long, for Matt said, as he entered the doorway, "Move into the shower." Daniel stepped into the shower, still keeping his hands behind his head. As he turned, he glimpsed the handcuffs in Matt's hands. They were a new wrinkle he had not seen or used before. He stopped in front of a shower head. "Not that one," said Matt. "Go the next one." Perplexed, but staying silent, Daniel stepped over to the next shower position. He stood facing the wall. Matt walked over to him and said, "Hold your hands up next to that pipe, and I'm going to handcuff you." Daniel looked up and saw the pair of pipes. He hesitated only for a moment, because the thought occurred to him that when the shower was running, one of the pipes would probably become hot. Finally he chose the one on the right, because the cold water knob was on the right, and, besides, he knew that if the game started to become painful, he would just tell Matt, and he would be instantly released. Matt reached up with the handcuffs and secured them around Daniel's wrists. He clicked each bracelet tightly shut. Then he stepped back to look again at Daniel. Daniel's arms were nearly fully extended, due to the high ceilings in the loft's shower room. His back was straight and he stood flat-footed on the tiles. After a moment, Matt walked over to him and told him to move away from the showerhead. Daniel slid his shackled hands back along the pipe and moved away. Matt slid out of his tee shirt and removed his shoes and socks. He kept his sweaty gym shorts. Turning and stepping aside, he turned on the water and tested it with his fingers. As Matt adjusted the temperature, Daniel wondered why his friend had not yet removed his shorts. "Come here, slave, and let's lather you up," said Matt. As Daniel stepped forward, Matt stepped to the rim of the shower and picked up a large bar of soap. Daniel stepped under the spray and found it to be pleasantly warm. "Stick your head in, slave," commanded Matt. When Daniel had dunked his head under the spray and was well- soaked, Matt began to lather him up with the soap. He rubbed the soap in Daniel's blonde hair and sudsed the hairs in Daniel's armpits. He carefully soaped up Daniel's back. When he came to his friends ass, he slowed. Carefully he ran the soap bar over each ass cheek, and, when he had raised a rich lather, he took his hand and ran it deep into the cleft between Daniel's buttocks. He ran a finger down to Daniel's asshole and applied just a little bit of pressure. Daniel stiffened. For several moments, Matt ran his fingers between Daniel's asshole and the base of his testicles, pressing upward. Daniel's cock had, of course, become stiffly erect, standing out away from his body, throbbing with the intensity of his heartbeat. Matt himself was becoming completely wet, but he kept on his gym shorts. Finally, he moved away from Daniel's ass cheeks and finished soaping up Daniel's legs. He rubbed the soap in the area behind Daniel's knees, feeling the soft flesh there, and then he soaped up Daniel's ankles. Daniel was now completely covered in soap, from his head to his ankles, and Matt commanded him to move forward. Daniel moved so that his head was directly under the spray. Suds ran from his hair, down his muscular back, funneled between his buttocks, and divided to flow down to his ankles. Matt gave him a minute, until the pouring water had rinsed all of the soap away. "Now, move back and let me do your front," he said. After Daniel moved well back, Matt stood in front of him and began to soap his chest. He lingered on Daniel's nipples, rubbing on each a circular pattern with his thumbs. He soaped Daniel's stomach, enjoying the sensation of his hands gliding over the smooth muscles. Daniel had lost none of his erection, but Matt paid it scant attention. He quickly ran the soap over Daniel's cock and balls in a perfunctory fashion, and then he continued down Daniel's legs. Daniel was not expecting this, and he looked down. Matt was spending more time on his knee-caps than he had done with his cock! Daniel feel some confusion, and more than just a little frustration. Soon, however, Matt stepped away and ordered Daniel to rinse. Daniel did so, and Matt waited until every bit of residue was removed from Daniel's body. Then he ordered Daniel to step back, and he turned off the water. Daniel stood silently, with his arms arching above his head, and his erection pointing forward. Matt walked behind him and reached up and unlocked one of the handcuffs with a key that he had removed from a pocket. Daniel thought that he should rub his wrists, like the crooks always do in the television shows when their handcuffs are released, but his wrists didn't really hurt, and, besides, Matt gave him no time. "Put your hands behind your back now," he told Daniel. Quickly he snapped the cuff back on. "Now, let's go in to the bed." He took one of Daniel's arms, and with the two of them still wet and dripping, led Daniel into the loft and toward the old, scarred bed. Shouldn't we dry off? wondered Daniel, but he kept his counsel, and soon they were at the bed. "Lay down on the bed on your belly, with your head facing the foot," Matt told Daniel. Daniel obediently lay down, but Matt did not immediately climb into the bed. Instead Matt walked to the closet, and Daniel watched him, with his face pressed against the sheets. Matt reached to the top shelf and again withdrew the shoe box. He walked over and sat on the bed. He showed the box to Daniel. "Just some new toys I picked up," he said, "but I think you'll like them. You're wearing one of them, already." Matt grasped the slender links between Daniel's wrists and lifted them slightly. "How do they feel, slave?" Daniel knew that this was his opportunity to complain if he wanted to stop the game, but he had no wish to do so, so he answered, "I am yours to command, master." This answer pleased Matt, and he moved down to Daniel's ankles. From the box, he removed a pair of shackles and a short chain with a clasp link on each end. The shackles he attached to Daniel's ankles, and he snapped one end of the short chain into a link in between. Then he grasped Daniel's ankles and lifted them away from the bed, bending Daniel's knees back and his ankles toward his hands. He walked up on his knees up that he rested on Daniel's ankles with Daniel's feet up under his crotch, and he fastened the other end of the chain between Daniel's handcuffs. Daniel tried to look back, but he could only turn his head so far, and Matt was pressing down on his legs. He realized that he was in a position that was equivalent to being hog-tied. He wondered what Matt would do next. Matt climbed off of Daniel and stepped off the bed. He took his hands and turned Daniel onto his side. Daniel's erection pointed straight out. "Now, that's where I want you slave!" said Matt. He grabbed the waist of his own shorts and pulled them down. His cock sprang lazily forward. He was standing so that his cock swam in Daniel's vision, hard knobbed and veiny. He caressed himself for some time, inches from Daniel's face, and then he bent to kiss Daniel on the lips. Daniel lifted his head sideways to participate, and both boys thrust out their tongues. Matt sat on the edge of the bed, twisting his nude torso to rest on an elbow, while he kissed Daniel. With his other hand, he massaged his cock. Finally the kiss ended, and Matt lay down on the bed and placed his lips around Daniel's cock. Daniel took a deep breath, and looked down over his chest. He could see Matt's head, his still-wet hair plastered over his scalp, and he felt Matt's lips on the head and shaft of his cock. He closed his eyes, waiting for the familiar sensations to wash over him, when, suddenly, the sensations stopped! His eyes flew open, and he found Matt stepping away from the bed! Matt grinned hugely. "Hell, what am I doing? I haven't even cleaned up. Stand by." and he turned on his heel and marched to the bathroom. Daniel, laying there bound hand to ankle, suddenly comprehended Matt's plan. His fantasy is to shackle me, excite me, and then tease me! he thought. He heard the water running in the showers. Here I am, bound like a steer ready for branding, with a throbbing hardon, and he's probably whacking off in the shower right now! Daniel spread his knees and raised his head, trying to find an angle where he could see through the open shower door, but only succeeded in rolling himself over onto his belly. His erect cock struck the sheet first, bent slightly, and then slid up along the sheet, lighting a candle in that secret part at the base of Daniel's stomach, a not entirely unpleasant sensation that caused him to grit his teeth. He lay on his stomach, his chest heaving and his heart racing. Soon he heard his friend begin to sing in the shower. He experimented with his bonds. He could separate his wrists about four inches, and it felt like his ankles could move about that far, too. He could feel the connecting chain with one hand at a time, and he could touch his ankles and his heels if he stretched his fingers. All in all, he was as tightly bound as he had ever been. He could probably rock his body, twisting his torso, and see-saw himself sideways. Of course, all he would achieve from that would be falling off the bed. He lay there, horny as hell, and stewed. After some time, Matt returned from his shower. Daniel, by twisting his head, could see that Matt had taken time to towel dry. Well, Daniel had spent some time first on his side, and then on his belly, and by this time, he was dry, too. Matt grinned hugely. "Well, slave," he said, "are you about ready to get fucked?" "Yes, master!" Daniel answered quickly. "But first," Matt said, "let's see what's on tv!" Daniel groaned loudly, and was about to protest, but Matt burst into laughter. "Now, that WOULD be a terrible thing to do to a faithful slave, what with him being all chained up and unable to move about, wouldn't it?" "Damn straight," said Daniel, wriggling against his chains. He was pleased that Matt quickly leaned over him and removed the chain between his wrists and ankles. Daniel, his legs straightening, rolled onto his side. He lifted his upper knee, expecting Matt to remove his ankle shackles, but Matt instead took Daniel's feet in his hands and he lifted them into the air. This caused Daniel to roll back so that his hands were pressed into the sheets. Matt pushed Daniel's bound legs back over toward his head, pressing Daniel's knees up against his chest, and inspected Daniel's ass. He spread his left hand and took Daniel's ankles between his thumb and three outer fingers. Daniel looked up at him through his legs. Daniel's cock was pressed tightly against his stomach. Matt took his other finger and traced along Daniel's asshole. His own cock was by now drooling pre-cum, and he took a small amount of it and rubbed it around the head of his extended organ. This was all the lubrication that would be needed, for his friend's asshole had long before learned to accommodate his cock. He guided his engorged cock between Daniel's ass cheeks, pressed the head against the tight musculature, and plunged his shaft inward. As Matt's cock traveled into Daniel's bowel, it pressed against Daniel's prostate gland, sending a scarlet and pleasurable sensation along Daniel's spine and out to the head of his cock. Daniel had been holding his breath, and he released it in a shuddery gust. Matt thrust his cock deeply, slowly, pushing his entire length in, and he paused for a moment. He was standing beside the bed, with one hand on Daniel's ankle restraints, one hand pressed against Daniel's left leg, and his cock up to its base in Daniel. Daniel lay on the edge of the bed, with his ass up in the air, his knees wide and his ankles up near his chin. His hands were flat, pressed against the sheets, and he was using his strong arms to help support his position. The pause lasted perhaps for five seconds, and then both young men drew deep breaths, and the action recommenced. Matt drew his cock back, till the inside edges of his helmet were touching the inside muscles of Daniel's bung hole, and then he rocked forward, smoothly sliding his cock up to its base. With this, he soon established a rhythmic motion, in and out, in and out. Daniel immediately picked up on the motion, and began to exercise some muscle control of his own: at each rearward movement, he clenched his asshole. Even in his mounting passion, a part of Matt's mind was aware of Daniel's muscle control, and he marveled. Soon, the pace accelerated, and Matt could feel his groin tightening. He tried to hold on just a moment longer, but soon the effort became too great, and with a mighty shudder, he released his pent-up stream into Daniel. Time and again, the contractions came, and then the explosions. In his passion he cried out. Waves of pleasure racked his body, seeming to make his every nerve scream, his breath to catch, causing his back to arch. For some moments, he continued to plunge in and out, acting on some animal instinct over which he had no conscious control (as if he had then had a consciousness with which to control himself). At last, all of his jism had been pumped out, and the waves of pleasure began to fall back in themselves. Soon, his head cleared, and he withdrew from his friend. Daniel had become pre-orgasmic himself, just watching and listening to Matt, and now he began to feel some urgency. He rolled over onto his stomach, and held his wrists apart. His cock pressed down into the sheets. Matt soon sat on the bed beside Daniel. His only comment was, "Wow!" He unlocked one of the handcuffs, and Daniel rolled over on his back. Daniel took the key from Matt and unlocked the other handcuff. "Where's the key to the ankle chains?" asked Daniel. Matt, feeling the laziness that often overcomes men after great sexual release, smiled and said, "Still over there, in the box. Why don't you just leave them on a little longer?" He reached out and took Daniel's cock into his hand. Daniel frowned for a moment, and then he said slowly, "Okay, I'll keep the ankle cuffs, but YOU get the handcuffs." "Ah," said Matt, "but it's my game." "It WAS your game," said Daniel, "but you had a good turn, and I demand equal access!" Matt opened his mouth to protest, but then he thought better of it. After all, hadn't he just had the ride of his life? How could he now deny his friend, the VEHICLE of that pleasure? After a moment, he shrugged. "Okay," he said, "the slave becomes the master." And he turned his back to Daniel and offered his hands. Daniel put the cuffs on Matt, and then he reached over to the other side of the bed for one of the overstuffed pillows the boys used for watching tv and reading in bed. He placed the pillow on the cross member of the foot rail and directed Matt to kneel across it. Matt walked on his knees over to the foot of the rail and he leaned his chest across it, supported on the pillow. Daniel tried the security of the hand cuffs, and then he slapped one of Matt's buttocks. "Now," Daniel said, "I want some of that!" He climbed off the side of the bed and went around to its foot. He stood in front of Matt, and then he had an idea. He went back around the bed to the bed stand and reaching inside, withdrew a collar and leash. The color he buckled around Matt's neck, and he attached the leash to the collar. "Is that too tight?" he asked. "I'm okay," replied Matt. He looked almost comical, with his ass up in the air, his hands behind his back, and his face resting on the large pillow. Daniel looped the leash around the base of the bed stand, and then he smiled at his friend, and said simply, "My turn." He moved his purpled, engorged cock forward. Daniel opened his mouth widely, pressing his lips inward. Matt guided his cock with his hand, into Daniel's mouth. Daniel raised his head slightly, presenting a straight line from his mouth to his throat. His mouth stretched to accommodate his friend's size. He could taste the salty pre-cum, and he could feel the massive veins that supported his friend's erection. He experienced a gagging sensation, which he quickly averted by making a rapid intake through his nose. He buckled down and devoted himself to his friend's pleasure. Some remote part of his consciousness surveyed his situation, however, as Daniel thrust most of his entire length deep into Matt's throat. Matt felt almost as if he was floating, and he imagined that he could look down on Daniel and himself from above. What would he see? He would see Daniel's sandy-brown head and slim shoulders, his well-muscled back and his smooth buttocks arching in and out of view, and, perhaps, his own face, buried in Matt's belly. He with his hands stuck out behind himself, his ass in the air, and his feet splayed out rearward. He could feel his balls and his spent but half-pubescent cock swaying in the breeze. All of this thought took just a moment, for then Daniel had began to thrust deeply, and Matt gave Daniel's movements his whole attention. Daniel closed his eyes, willing himself to conserve his energy, unconsciously funnelling his reserves into his actions. He plunged forcefully, thrusting again and again, feeling himself come to the verge of explosion. Matt, finding himself somewhat busy, and it being difficult to breathe, finally let out a mmmmnphle sound when Daniel was on the out stroke. He released his lips, letting Danielslip out and then he crouched there, panting. Daniel looked down at his friend and realized that he had been taking his entire length. He was amazed that Matt had been able to sustain it. "Wow," he heard Matt gasp, echoing his earlier words. Even though he felt some amazement, Daniel's urgency was not to be denied. Quickly he stepped around to the side of the bed. Matt, meanwhile had tried to stand up on his knees, still catching his breath, but he forgot about the leash wrapped around the bed stand, and was unsuccessful. Daniel climbed into bed right behind him, standing on his knees, though. His cock was pressed against Matt's manacled hands, and Matt's hands, without any conscious effort on Matt's part, tried to guide Daniel's cock downward. Daniel lifted a knee over so that both of his knees were between Matt's ankles, and then he placed his hands on Matt's shoulders and pushed forward. Matt yielded quickly, and allowed Daniel's hands to guide him back down onto the pillow. He turned his head and tried to see behind him. Daniel reached between Matt's legs, grasping Matt's cock, not surprised to see it hard again. He massaged Matt's cock for a short time and then he placed a hand on Matt's ass and, with his other hand, guided his throbbing organ to Matt's glory-hole. His cock slid smoothly in, thrusting deep into Matt's gut. He thrust all the way, until his torso thrust against unyielding flesh. Matt, remembering the extraordinary muscle control that Daniel had employed, resolved to do the same for his friend. He concentrated on Daniel's movements, feeling the rhythm of the thrusts, and willed his asshole muscles to respond. With each passing thrust, he felt himself catching the rhythm. Soon he was panting from the effort. Daniel had closed his eyes. His hands had somehow migrated from their positions. He had one open hand pressed against the small of Matt's back, and his other hand was a fist, pressed against the palm of one of Matt's hands. Daniel could not have realized that he had clinched his fist, and Matt could not have realized that he grasped that clinched fist. Sweat trickled from Daniel's reddened face. His breath came in rushing gasps. His back arched with each thrust, and he could feel the pre-orgasmic tension mounting, ready to flood his entire being. Being so close to release, subconsciously he slowed. This change of pace was noticed by Matt, who by now was lifting his chest completely off of the pillow with each thrust, to the extent that the dog leash allowed, so rigorously was Matt matching his movements to Daniel's. Daniel thrust again and again, smoothly slowing now, easily. He felt the rising tide of orgasmic release approach, and before he could comprehend it, his bowels clinched, his nerves howled, and he exploded into ecstacy. Wave after wave crashed down upon him, and he screamed out his joy. The sensations set his nerves on fire, and he felt light-headed and faint. For some time the sensations continued, and his overly-taxed mind took in little else. During this time, he had pulled free of Matt, and fully half of his load he had spent spurting on Matt's balls and cock. He collapsed forward against Matt's back. Matt spread his hands wide and flattened them against Daniel's belly. His own breathing was racing. For some time, the boys stayed in that position, molded to each other, spent. And then, Daniel pushed himself away, only to collapse on his back against the bed sheets. Only then did he realize that his ankles were still shackled. A crazy thought zinged past him: this is how mermaid men do it... Matt straightened up to his knees, his breathing becoming more controlled and his heartbeat slowing. He looked at Daniel, who was wearing a goofy smile. He smiled in return, and twisted around on his butt, sitting up in bed and holding his shackled wrists out to his friend. Daniel chuckled, and said, "I believe you chained my ankles before I chained your wrists, so you unlock my ankles first, lover." "Well," said Matt, "that would be hard to do, considering my hands are behind my back." While he was saying that, Daniel had pulled Matt down into a reclining position. Matt turned over to look at Daniel. He found Daniel's lazy little smile, and he found Daniel's mouth. Quietly, they kissed, long and lovingly. When at last the kiss ended and the two lay side by side, Matt said, "I've got an idea." "Oh?" "We could go take a shower." "Hey, that's what started all this!" "Or, we could just lay here for a while." Tired, happy, and spent, they did just that. And when they awoke, they found the keys, released themselves, and went to the showers... Episode 3 of A Bondage Story Daniel pulled his wet tee-shirt over his head. Matt looked over at him and laughed, "Isn't that kind of red-neck? I mean, shouldn't you be in a pickem-up-truck, drinking Butweiser, and spittin' out the window?" "Hell," said Daniel, "it's ninety degrees out here, and we're sweaty. Why not?" "Yeah, but down Peachtree?" "Sure! We have no shame!" laughed Daniel. "Or do we?" "Not if you say so," responded Matt, and he too slipped off his tee-shirt. As Daniel started the sleek Camaro and put the car into gear, Matt lowered the passenger side window and propped his elbow up on the door. He looked over at Daniel when Daniel stopped at the far side of the large parking lot. "Hey, what's up?" asked Matt. "Just something I want you to try," answered Daniel, as he opened the car's center console. Matt peered over the lid and saw Daniel remove the pair of handcuffs that Matt had surprised Daniel with the week before. "I've already tried THOSE, buddy," said Matt, "and I don't think you're going to get me into them! At least not right now!" "Hey," said Daniel, "give it a try! No one'll see us, and you won't even have to get out of the car! Besides, it would turn me on something fierce!" He closed the console and placed the handcuffs on the cover. They glinted in the afternoon sunlight. Matt's mind turned the idea over. The thought of being bound and secured in public (or as public as out of direct sight in an automobile was) tempted him, and he could feel a response from his crotch. But he said, "What if we get in an accident? I'd be stuck. I couldn't even open the door!" "Hey, have I ever gotten us in an accident so far?" pointed out Daniel. "Besides, I'll drive real careful!" Matt found himself weakening. "Oh, what the hell," he said, and he held out his hands. Daniel grinned and said, "Not that easy, buddy! Behind your back!" "Ah, shit," said Matt, frowning. "I don't want to sit on my hands all the way back!" "Hey, you can lean forward! It's only about five minutes!" Matt considered it, and then he smiled ruefully, "Shit! The things I do for you..." He turned sideways in the seat and held his hands behind his back. Daniel grinned and quickly clasped the handcuffs on the other boy's wrists. Matt turned forward in the seat and gently lowered himself to the seat back. He could feel his cock stir in his gym shorts, and he squirmed to find a comfortable position. Daniel leaned over the console, across Matt's lap. "What now?" asked Matt. "Just fastening your seat belt!" grinned Daniel. "Wouldn't want anything to happen you." "But you promised no accidents," said Matt, as he felt the smooth fabric slide across his naked chest. "Sure!" said Daniel. "Just think of it as a little extra restraint." He clipped the lap belt across Matt's hips, and tugged on the belt to make it snug. Settling back in the driver's seat, he pulled on his own seat belt. "Are you ready?" asked Daniel. "As ready as I'll ever be. Let's go!" Daniel grinned and slipped the car into gear. Carefully, he drove to the edge of the parking lot and merged smoothly with the late-afternoon traffic. The boys turned south on Peachtree. From time to time, Daniel stole a glance at Matt. Matt sat looking forward, his brown hair blowing in the breeze from the open window. His back was arched slightly, but he did not look too uncomfortable. Daniel's cock stirred in his shorts, and he reached down with one hand to readjust them. Matt saw this movement, and he smiled knowingly. The boys traveled through several traffic lights without being stopped, and then they turned off onto a much smaller road. This road was narrow and curved, and Daniel skillfully applied steering and throttle. The sleek sports coupe responded to Daniel's careful inputs, sweeping through the curves and charging up the hills. Matt braced himself against the door of the Camaro, and he thrust his hip against the seat belt. The Camaro travelled over a small bridge, and a sharp right-hand turn followed. Matt pushed himself harder against the door, and he looked across at the speedometer. "Shit!" Daniel suddenly exclaimed, and Matt was thrust up against the seat belt as the car rapidly braked. "What?" cried Matt, and he looked up. To his complete surprise, several police officers were standing in the middle of the narrow road. Their patrol cars were parked along the grassy roadside. Taking the scene in instantly, Daniel modulated the pressure on his brakes, so the car would not nose dive. Smoothly the Camaro came to a stop alongside an blue-clad officer. The officer was overweight and had a beefy, red face. He wore reflective sunglasses and had a microphone clipped onto his left shirt pocket. He looked in the Camaro at Daniel, and said, "Where's the fire, son? Gettin' someplace in a hurry?" "Uh, no sir, officer! You all just surprised me, right here after the curve. What in the middle of the road and all, I mean..." Daniel realized that he was babbling, so he snapped his mouth shut. The officer looked at the bare-chested young man in the glossy red car. (Daniel could see a distorted view of himself in the officer's mirrored lens.) The cop nodded his head wisely, and said "Well, I won't cite you for speeding, but you oughta be careful on these side roads." He cleared his throat. "This is just a routine traffic check, and I need to see your driver's license and proof of insurance." Daniel was devoting his attention entirely to the policeman, but Matt, acutely aware of his restraint and helplessness in the current situation, was feeling tense. Could the officer see him, over in the other side of the car? Did Daniel have all of his paperwork in order? Were they doing anything illegal? "Got 'em right here, officer," Daniel said, and he reached across the interior to the glove box. Only then did he think of his friend sitting there handcuffed. His eyes widened and he looked at Matt. Matt made a shushing sound and nodded his head toward the glove box. "Go ahead!" he whispered urgently. Matt nodded and withdrew his wallet from the glove box. He turned back to the officer and fumbled in his wallet for his driver's license. He removed his insurance card from a clip on the sun visor. He held them both out and said, "Here, sir." The policeman took the cards, and he stepped away from the car door. Daniel tried to shield Matt from the officer's view by turning sideways in his seat, and Matt tried to make himself small by pressing back into his. The cop verified the dates on both cards, and then he studied Daniel's picture on the license. He stooped slightly to get a better view of the young driver, and his eyes raked the interior of the car. The young man was behaving a little bit strangely, he thought, but he saw nothing amiss. He glanced at the passenger, who looked away. Hmmm. He straightened. He thought for a moment, and then he handed Daniel's cards back to him. "Every thing seems to be in order here." "Thank you, sir!" said Daniel, taking the cards. He smiled at the policeman. "But, uh... son," said the officer. "Yes, sir?" said Daniel. "What's your friend hiding behind his back?" Daniel's heart thumped. "Uh, nothing, officer! We're just... you see... " Matt made a low strangling sound, and Daniel had an inspiration. "You see, it's just a joke... It, it was a bet! I, uh, I bet him that he couldn't keep his hands off the radio for, uh, ten minutes, and he couldn't! So, since I won, I got to, uh, handcuff him for the rest of the way home." The cop frowned. "Hey!" said Daniel, "I'm not kidnapping him or anything! You can ask him!" "Is that a fact?" He stooped down and looked across at Matt, who was looking somewhat miserable. He repeated his question, this time directed at Matt, "Is that a fact, son?" "Y-yes, officer! That's right! I lost a bet, and that's all there is to it." The policeman leaned forward, interested. "Take his seat belt off and let me see," he told Daniel. Daniel released the seat belt and Matt turned away, lifting his bound hands high so the officer could see them over the car's console. "Well, I'll be damned," said the officer. "Where did you boys get the cuffs?" "Uh, I got them," said Matt, turning to face the officer, "at a pawn shop on Pharr Road." "Humph!" the cop snorted. "Those kinda cuffs couldn't stop a crazy dope fiend. Nosir! For law enforcement work, you gotta have the real thing." He patted the cuffs at his hip. "Smith and Wesson's." Daniel pursed his lips and tried to look impressed. The cop chuckled, "Now I've heard it all!" He shook his head. "I don't reckon you boys are breaking any laws, but I don't think that handcuffing your friend in a moving vehicle shows great SENSE. You two can go, but be careful out there." Daniel and Matt nodded their heads and said, "Yes, sir!" Daniel put the car in gear. "But son..." "Yes, sir?" "Yall put those seat belts back on, ya hear..." "Yes, sir!" said Daniel. "Right away!" He leaned over Matt's lap and withdrew the seat belt. He quickly latched it and then latched his own. He glanced at Matt and could see relief drawn across his friend's face. He nodded to the cop and slowly advanced his throttle. As he left the road block, he heard the officer loudly call to the other cops, "Hey! Ya wanna know what those two lunatics boys was doing?" Matt sighed and shrank into the seat. Both boys were red- faced, embarrassed. Daniel laughed nervously. "You son-of-a-bitch!" Matt said. "I can't believe you carried that one off!" "Just lucky, I guess," said Daniel. * * * Minutes later, Daniel drove the Camaro into the parking garage of their apartment. He noted the Volvo and the Saturn belonging to their downstairs neighbors, Taylor and Sarah. He parked beside the Saturn, across from the old building's rickety elevator. He closed the car's electric windows, got out of the car, and went around to the passenger side. He opened Matt's door, reached across his friend's lap, and released the other boy's seat belt. Matt swung his legs out of car, ducked his head, and carefully stood up. Daniel reached into the back seat, grabbed their gym bags, and then closed the car door. Matt stood facing away from Daniel, holding his manacled wrists out. The Camaro's seats had left a pattern across Matt's upper back. Daniel shifted both bags to his left hand, and, and, with his right hand, took Matt's arm just above Matt's left elbow. "Hey!" cried Matt. "Aren't you going to let me go?" Daniel chuckled. "Not quite yet, buddy! We've made it this far, so let's see if we can make it all of the way up to the apartment." Matt considered for a moment, and then he said, "Okay, but when we get to the apartment, the cuffs come off me and on you, okay?" Daniel laughed aloud. "Yeah, I'll agree to that. Come on!" He tugged at Matt's elbow, and Matt complacently followed along. "Besides," said Matt, "what else could happen?" The boys traipsed over to the elevator, their footsteps echoing in the empty parking lot. The doors of the elevator opened immediately when Daniel pressed the button. He led Matt into the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor. The door creaked shut and Matt leaned back against the back railing, resting his hands on the cool metal. Daniel moved to Matt's front, and pressed his hands against Matt's crotch, kneading and massaging Matt's organ through the thin fabric of Matt's satin gym shorts. He stretched his neck forward, pressing his lips to Matt's. Matt responded to Daniel's lips, and he thrust his hips forward, his eyes half-lidded. He could feel his shorts tightening about his engorged cock. "Oh, shit!" Daniel cried, as the elevator slowed, only one flight up. "What now?" Matt complained. Daniel turned to face the door as the elevator cranked to a halt. The door slid open, and a perky young woman stood there. "Hi ya, Danny! Hi ya, Matt! How yall doin'?" the young woman asked. She was Taylor, one of the two girls that lived in the flat below Daniel's and Matt's. (It was Taylor's Saturn that the boys had seen in the garage.) Taylor wore a pair of faded cut off jeans and a soft pink cotton halter top. Her breasts were high and wide, and her nipples showed through the thin fabric. Slightly shorter than Daniel, she had long, slim legs and she wore sandals. Taylor had blue eyes and blond hair which she wore loose down her back, and she pretty well represented the southern ideal of womanhood. Even Matt, who paid scant attention to women in general, thought she looked like a fashion model. Daniel, who was more flexible in his sexual orientation, admired Taylor in a more lustful way. "Jus' fine, Taylor," said Daniel, "and you?" "Well, everything's okay, 'cept our tv's on the friz and the repairman was just here." She spoke with the soft vowels and lazy drawl of a native southerner. "Did you get it fixed?" inquired Daniel, smiling. "Had to take it with him," she shrugged. "Should be back in a week or so." She peered around Daniel at Matt as she moved into the elevator. "How 'bout yall? What you boys been up to?" She pressed the button for the third floor. "Just working out at the gym," said Daniel. The elevator door began to creep closed, and Taylor pressed past Daniel to look at Matt. "You being mighty quiet, Matt. What you doin' back here in the corner?" Matt smiled weakly, "Just tired, Taylor. Had a heck of a workout today." Taylor ran her eyes down Matt's chest, down to his gym shorts, which seemed to be fitting rather tightly. She saw a prominent bulge, and her eyes widened. "Why, Matt," she said, in a most un- debutante-like way, "you done got yourself a hard-on!" This comment caused Matt to blush, and he made no comment. Taylor's eyes went to Daniel. "What you boys been up to?" Daniel, his own face reddening, said, "Why, Taylor, we ain't been up to nothing, nothing much. I mean..." He stumbled into silence. "Ah, hell, you guys! Me and Sarah know all about you two. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, honey! Why, we're just like you." Matt, conscious of his cuffed wrists, remained pressed against the hand rail. Taylor continued, "And, like you, Danny, I could think of somethin' to do with some of that," she said, placing her slender hands on Matt's crotch. She felt his full erection, which had not wavered. By this time, the elevator had stopped at Taylor's floor, but she made no attempt to exit. Matt felt no more attraction for Taylor than he would for his own sister, but his organ, as if it had a mind of its own, responded to her ministrations. "Ah, Taylor..." he complained, and he scuttled along the back of the elevator. Suddenly, the small space of the elevator seemed confining. Daniel stepped forward to interject, but Taylor pushed past him. She grabbed Matt's arm and pulled herself up close. Matt stumbled and lost his grip on the hand-rail. To keep from falling against the girl, he took a twisting half-step forward. Thus it was that Taylor discovered Matt's manacled wrists. "Why, your hands are in hand cuffs, Matt!" cried Taylor, seemingly delighted. By this time, Matt was acutely embarrassed, and he looked pleadingly at Daniel. Daniel, who was excited not only by his friend's bondage, but also by the close presence of the beautiful woman, found himself rearranging his shorts. When he realized what he was doing, he dropped his hands to his side. "Ah, Taylor," he said, "it's just a game that we play sometimes. Sometimes its Matt, and sometimes its me." Taylor said, in a husky voice, "Well, ain't that interesting!" She looked from boy to boy, her voice low, in confidence, speaking slowly. "That sounds like a game I might like." She draped a wrist over one of Matt's shoulders, looking downward. "Especially if I had the right person to play it with." Matt looked away from the girl. "What's the matter, honey?" she said. "Don't you like girls?" "Ah, Taylor," Matt said in a low voice, looking miserable, "not like that." Daniel, seeing his friend's distress, could not stand it any longer. He stepped in front of Taylor and said, "Taylor, I like girls! It's just that I like guys, too." Taylor focused on Daniel. "Why honey, that's jus' the way I feel, too. I like Sarah, but I like you boys too! Why don't we three get together?" Her suggestion delighted Daniel, and his mind whirled with the possibilities. "Okay, Taylor, whenever you want to!" He looked at Matt. "I mean, if it's alright with you." Matt looked closely at Daniel. He was silent for a moment, deep in thought. Finally, he smiled ruefully and said, "Ah, hell! It's okay by me. I can share you!" Daniel grinned, and Taylor, smiling prettily, stood on tiptoe and kissed Matt on his cheek. She stepped over to Daniel and kissed his cheek, too. "Yall boys jus' go on up," she said. She walked out of the elevator. Heading for her doorway, she called back over her shoulder, "I'll be up in jus' a minute." Daniel pressed the button, and the elevator door started to slide shut. Slowly the old elevator started to rise. "Daniel..." said Matt. "Un-huh?" Daniel was displaying that silly smile that Matt knew so well. "I didn't mean right away." * * * The boys went into their loft apartment, and Daniel dropped the gym bags by the door. Moving together, the two walked into the large room. Matt turned to face Daniel, and the boys kissed forcefully, Matt still with his hands restrained behind his back. Matt pulled his head away and stepped back. "What," Matt said, "have you gotten us into?" Daniel laughed, "No reflection on you, old buddy, but I think we're about to add some spice to our lives!" He reached into his gym shorts and found the key to the handcuffs. Matt turned away and offered his wrists. "You're all the spice I need." Daniel released one of the cuffs, and Matt turned to face him. Daniel unlocked the other cuff, and said, "Well, do you want to put 'em on me?" "Yeah, I want to," said Matt, "but maybe we better wait and see what Taylor's got in mind." He ran a hand into his shorts, rearranging himself. Daniel stepped close to Matt and extended his arms. The other boy slid into his embrace, and the two met in a kiss, pressing against each other at chest and hip. Matt slid his tongue into Daniel's mouth, tasting his saliva. He slid his arms around Daniel's hips. The two held each other fiercely, lost in the passion of their embrace. The boys were standing like this when the door swung open and Taylor walked in. She quickly surveyed the situation, and laughed. "Don't stop, boys! Here, I'll join you." She pushed the door closed. Daniel and Matt looked at the girl. She reached behind her head and pulled her halter top up and off. Her naked breasts, freed of their soft confinement, fell downward and bobbed when she lowered her arms. Her breasts were firm and taut, with delicate pink nipples that pointed outward. A prominent tan line dipped low across each. Daniel and Matt disengaged from each other, watching the slender girl. Daniel thought that she was the prettiest girl that he had ever seen, and although he was fascinated by the sight of the girl's delicate breasts, he was also acutely aware of the taste of his best friend on his lips. Taylor walked over to the boys. Daniel stood at Matt's side, and Taylor placed a hand on each boy's shoulder. The three stood, making a triangle, and looked at each other. Taylor's eyes sparkled with humor, and a lazy smile lay on her lips. Daniel's eyes were hard and lustful, taking in the young woman. Matt's eyes were cautious, but a small smile displayed on his lips. For some moments, they looked at each other, and then Taylor moved her hands to the sides of their necks and pulled them close. The three pressed closely, arms around each other, and Daniel laughed out loud. He reached forward to kiss the girl, his lips meeting her small, delicate mouth while his hand pulled his male friend close. The kiss continued for some time, and when it ended, the three stood close. Daniel's breathing was rapid, Taylor was laughing, and Matt was wearing a guarded expression. "Yall are sweaty!" Taylor said, an expression of mock revulsion on her delicate features. "Well," said Daniel, "we usually shower when we come from the gym." "Sounds great!" said Taylor, and she charged ahead, raking an arm around the waist of each boy. Matt was almost chagrinned. He had never been close to a naked woman, and now he was going to be showering with one! Daniel was almost beside himself. He repeatedly thought of running his hands across the naked bodies of the two young people, Matt's body, familiar and taut, and Taylor's body, soft and delicate. Following Taylor, the two young men allowed themselves to be tugged to the bathroom. They crashed through the doorway, and Taylor stopped short. She laughed suddenly, and each boy looked at her. "Your bathroom ain't like ours," she said. "Your's is industrial strength!" Her gaze absorbed the stalls, two of which had been disassembled and held a washer and dryer. The other two stalls were operational, complete with doors. The shower was a large, tiled affair, with half a dozen shower heads, and exposed pipes running across the ceiling. Two large skylights provided illumination, and a row of windows ran along the side wall, most of which were pivoted outward. "What a cool bathroom!" "It used to be the showers for the company that was here," said Daniel, explaining. He smiled at the young woman. Matt stood silently, not knowing quite what to do. For a long moment, no words were spoken. The quietness was broken by the girl. "Well, boys," she said, in her silky, low voice, "let's hit the showers." And she slid her shorts down and stepped out of them. Taylor wore cream-colored bikini panties, and these she quickly shucked. Daniel, mesmerized, watched the girl disrobe, and then Daniel ripped his shorts down. When he did, his cock sprang erect, pressed up against his belly. And during all this, Matt stood indecisively. Daniel's eyes drank in the form and shape of the young woman. She had a delicate tangle of light-honey-colored pubic hairs. Natural blonde, Daniel thought. Her legs were slender and her waist was narrow, with her belly button set in her firm stomach, tilting slightly upward. She stood with her legs slightly separated, and Daniel could see that here pubic hairs met in a vee between her legs, and on that vee a single drop of her juices glistened. Taylor looked at Daniel, admiring his smooth musculature and tan, and his obvious and outrageous hard-on. She had never seen an erection that pointed so fully upward. Matt, still wearing his shorts and shoes, looked from one to the other. He felt like a fifth wheel, and could feel his erection loosening. He wondered how he could exit gracefully. Daniel and Taylor simultaneously discerned Matt's indecision, and both turned to him. "Ah, come on, Matt," Taylor purred. "I ain't agonna bite you." She put an emphasis on the word bite. Daniel said, "Yeah, buddy, I want you with us, too. Come on, it wouldn't be any fun without you!" Matt slowly shook his head, "I don't know..." Taylor stepped close to Matt, her naked breasts inches from his chest. "Yeah, Matt," she breathed, "you be good enough to share your boy friend with me, I'll be good enough to share him with you. Besides," she confided in a low voice, "you just might learn something in the deal." She pressed a hand against Matt's shorts and massaged his cock through the thin fabric. Daniel watched with scarcely-concealed amusement. Matt looked over Taylor's shoulders at Daniel, who winked. He glanced down at Daniel's throbbing erection. Daniel followed his glance down and grinned. Unbidden, Matt's cock began to firm up, and soon Taylor had her hands at his waist, tugging on the satin garment. Matt shrugged and let her pull the shorts out of the way. She tugged his briefs down at the same time. Matt's cock, regaining its tumescence, unfurled and began to spiral lazily outward. Taylor slipped to her knees, taking Matt's cock in her hands. She stroked its length, wrapping her fingers around it and sliding her hands downward, one hand and then the other. She repeated the motion several times, her slender hands teasing the boy's cock to rigidity. Daniel moved up close behind Taylor, his own erection pressed against her shoulder. He leaned over the kneeling girl and pressed his lips against Matt's. Taylor had by this time taken Matt's organ into her mouth. She concentrated on the confluence of nerves endings immediately under the head of his cock, her tongue making rapid, small motions. Matt had his eyes closed, and his organ soon responded. Taylor's mouth was smaller than Daniel's, and she moved away from Matt as his erection grew. His cock was large, and it was about all she do to get the head of his shaft in her mouth. Taylor industriously worked the head of Matt's cock. Daniel's cock was already drooling, and, soon, Matt's would be, too. Finally, Taylor had to take a duck step backward, and this movement separated the two young men. Daniel laughed, "Hey, you guys, we'd better put a damper on it, or we won't even get to the shower!" His hair was matted with sweat, and sweat glistened on his chest. Taylor joined him in laughter, her blue eyes alive with light and liveliness. Matt, after a moment, joined in. "Hey, guys," said Taylor. "I've always had this fantasy..." "Yeah?" said Matt, who understood perfectly well about fantasies. "Yeah, this fantasy about being in a shower with two handsome men washing me, like I was helpless and couldn't do it myself." Daniel grinned and said, "I don't know about the handsome part, and I don't know about the helpless part, but I think we can sure help with the washing part." He turned to the showers. Matt looked down at his cock, amazed at his own response to the young woman's efforts. "Kiss me, Matt," Taylor said. She stood up on tiptoe and kissed Matt lingeringly on his lips. Matt, even as he kissed her, with his cock pressed up against her belly, thought about how she was so different from his usual lover. Her mouth tasted like cinnamon, and she was so soft. Where Daniel's body was taut and strong, hers was supple and conforming. Her nipples pressed against his flesh, and her breasts flattened against his ribcage when he encircled her with his arms. Daniel turned on two of the corner showers and pivoted the shower heads toward each other, so that the shower streams met. He looked over at Matt and Taylor, and was pleased to see the two lost in their embrace. He adjusted the temperature and tested it with his fingertips. Satisfied, he called to the others, "Hey, you guys, the shower's ready. Come on, save some of that for me!" Matt lowered his arms, his thoughts confused. Taylor laughed and called out, "There's plenty here for everyone!" She smiled at Matt, "Come on, let's hit the showers!" Matt nodded dumbly, and followed the lithe girl to the waiting showers. A steam was already forming, and Daniel beckoned them forward. Taylor laughed girlishly and ducked under the rushing stream. "Ohhh," she said, "it feels sooo good!" Daniel stepped in close after her, and Matt followed more cautiously. Taylor stood in the center of the streams and let the warm waters wash across her face and breasts. Daniel pressed close behind the girl, his cock pressed vertically against her spine, and his arms on her shoulders. Taylor lowered her face, and, seeing Matt, grabbed his hand and pulled him under the stream. Soon, the three young people were thoroughly wet and pleasantly warm. A mist of steam surrounded the three. "Okay, boys," Taylor said, "are you gonna wash me?" She placed a hand over each of her breasts. "Sure!" said Daniel, and he took a large bar of bath soap from a holder recessed in the shower wall. Matt looked around and found another soap bar in another holder. The boys held the soap under the shower, wetting the bars, and Taylor gathered her hair up in her hands and smiled at the boys. Daniel stepped in front of Taylor, and he softly touched the soap bar to her skin above her left breast. Gently he rubbed up a lather. Matt stood indecisively for a long moment, and then he stepped behind the young girl. Chapter 4 of A Bondage Story Sex Slave Fantasy "What does it feel like?" "You mean fucking a girl?" He laid aside the magazine he was reading and looked at his friend. Laying in bed with his back against the headboard, he wore only a pair of cotton briefs, and his legs were stretched out, his ankles crossed. "Pretty much like you'd imagine. It feels a lot like when we fuck, except a girl is wetter, and you can see her face up close if you want to." "Is a girl tighter?" "All these questions!" He frowned. "Not tighter, anyway no way near as tight as your fantastic ass, but, hell, just different. It's hard to explain." "Try me." "Right now? Don't I want to! But, shit, I mean... It's, it's not just a matter of cunt and tits, but it's the whole thing. I mean, fucking a girl is a different kind of... experience. In a bunch of ways. "Like you and me, we, like, know each other, and we know what each other likes. This is real easy because we both know what turns us on, and we can do the things that turn us on to our partner. Does that make any sense? "You and me, see, we're on firm ground, because we love each other. And I know your body as well as I know my own. Hell, sometimes I think I know your body better than I know mine. I always have a pretty good idea what I need to do to please you. "But that's not the case with girls, any way, not for me. Not with Taylor. You're muscular and... tough. Taylor's not. She's... kind of fragile. Soft. Shit! I mean, she feels so different, specially when she's under me and I'm in her. Her hips and her tits, the way she tastes, the way she's so tiny, it's different from when we fuck. "But, in a way, it's kinda similar. I mean, hell, you know like when we fuck, it's like you and me are the center of the universe. Right? "Well, that feeling's the same. Like we're just right at the center of everything, and everything's focused RIGHT THERE, at the center. I mean, like, it's a total body experience. "And that part's the same." * * * "Hi, what're you building?" Daniel walked over and looked at Matt's construction project. It wasn't much, really, just a tall wooden crate that Matt had painted a light grey color. In the center of the top of the crate, Matt had drilled a hole, and he was in the process of mounting a large eyebolt in the hole. He had one hand outside the box, holding a screwdriver through the eyebolt to keep it from turning, and he had his other hand inside. Daniel could hear the clicking of a ratchet inside the box. "Do you like it?" Matt answered his question with another question. He was sitting on a small stool. Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the high windows of the boy's loft apartment. "Depends. What is it?" "Can't you tell?" Matt looked up and grinned. He withdrew the tool and set the crate down flat. The eyebolt stuck straight up. "Okay, smart ass! It looks like a box with a metal loop in the top of it." "Yep," Matt said, "but you got to use your imagination." "Oh? And what am I supposed to IMAGINE it is?" Daniel put his hands on his hips. "A slave block!" Matt's grin widened. "Oh, of course!" Daniel struck his forehead with a palm. "How silly of me! What's a slave block?" Matt laughed. "A fine slave you are, if you don't even recognize a slave block! "For your information, a slave block is a stone or wooden pallet to which a slave is shackled when exhibited to potential purchasers. The pallet raises the slave above the crowd of slave buyers so they can bid for him." "I see," said Daniel, his interest ignited. "And would the slave be shackled in the nude?" "Uh-huh." "Oh!" said Daniel. "I'll get the ankle shackles!" "And the handcuffs." Daniel started toward the other side of the large room. "Oh, and, Daniel, get the leash, too." "What do you want me to do?" Daniel lowered the chains and collar to the floor. Matt reached over and picked up the ankle shackles. He released the short chain from one of the anklets and passed it through the eyebolt. "Just hold on a minute. Let me do this, and then I want to watch you strip... slave!" He reattached the anklet, and then he stood up. He walked over and sat down in a torn and patched old recliner. Matt wore denim jeans and a tropical-print shirt. He was barefoot. "Okay, slave," he said. "Come over here and stand in front of me. I want to see you strip. NOW!" Daniel bowed his head and said, "Yes, master." He stood in front of Matt. He wore khaki shorts, a Nike tee-shirt, and running shoes. "First," said Matt, "take your shoes and socks off." Daniel obediently went to one knee, and unlaced one of his shoes. He removed the shoe and sock, and then he changed knees and did the other foot. "Put your shoes over by the wall." Daniel placed them neatly side by side. "Now take off your shirt." Daniel crossed his arms, grabbed the edge of the tee-shirt, and pulled it upward and off in one smooth motion. Matt, as he did every time that he looked at his lover, admired Daniel's smooth, almost hairless chest and his trim, flat stomach. Daniel's nipples stood out against his tanned skin, a pale pink surrounded by a circle of almost invisible blonde body hair. Daniel shook out his tee-shirt and folded it. He placed it by his sneakers. "Now let me look at you," said Matt. "Put your hands behind your head and come over here." Matt patted the chair's arm rest. Daniel laced his fingers behind his head and walked over to stand next to the chair. Matt leaned over and examined Daniel from his toes to his face. His gaze lingered at Daniel's torso. He loved the way Daniel looked when he held his arms up, his chest and trim stomach tapering in a masculine way. He liked the horizontal bands of muscle that layered Daniel's slender abdomen, and he liked the way Daniel's ribcage flexed and moved below the boy's bronzed skin when he breathed. "Now get rid of those shorts," he commanded. He settled back into the chair. Daniel untied the drawstring of his gym shorts and slid them down, stooping to push them down around his ankles. He wore a black bikini brief, and this too he pushed out of the way. His cock sprang lazily free, not yet fully erect, but plumping already, curving downward. He stepped out of the clothes at his feet, and looked at his friend. Matt nodded toward the other clothes, and Matt folded the shorts together and placed them in the small pile. He returned to stand before Matt and placed his hands back behind his head, standing at attention. "Hmmm," said Matt. "Turn around and let me look at your ass." He could feel his cock swelling in his jeans. Daniel turned away, still standing stiffly upright. Matt's eyes traveled along Daniel's body, mapping the scenery that he knew so well. Daniel's ass was trim and tight, and his buttocks were high and muscular. A diagonal tan line crossed Daniel's ass cheeks. The swelling in Matt's jeans was becoming uncomfortable. He allowed Daniel to stand there, facing away from him, for several minutes, and then he said, "I guess you'll do, slave. Go over to the slave block and stand in front of it." Daniel walked over to the slave block, and Matt stood up. He stooped to pick up the leash, and he walked over behind Daniel. "I'm gonna to put the leash and collar on you. Don't resist anything I do, or you'll regret it." He wrapped the dog collar firmly, but not uncomfortably, around Daniel's neck, his hands reaching inside Daniel's arms. He attached the long chain metal leash and let it hang down Daniel's back into the cleft of his ass. As always, the sight of bright metal against tanned skin excited him, and he reached down and undid the top button of his jeans. "Now, step up on the block. Be careful getting up there. You can use your hands." Daniel looked at the tall box and the stool. He stepped up on the stool, and then, carefully, up to the platform. His ass was level with Matt's face. Matt picked up one of the anklets and attached it to one of Daniel's ankles, and then he attached the other one to Daniel's other ankle. The chain anchored the boy to the top of the platform. Although he could move his feet several inches, there was no way that he could move either foot to the edge of the block. Matt looked up at Daniel. The afternoon sun made Daniel's skin a glow a golden color. "Put your hands together behind your back. We've got to get you ready for your new master." Daniel wondered what Matt meant, but Matt was orchestrating this fantasy, and Daniel would respect his wishes. He placed his hands, wrists together, behind his back. While Matt was handcuffing him, Daniel looked down over the side of the crate. It was far enough down to hurt him if he became unbalanced. As if reading Daniel's mind, Matt said, "Okay, slave. Whatever you do, don't fall off!" He stood up on the small stool, his face just inches away from Daniel's back. "Raise your arms some. I want your hands high this time." Daniel pushed his elbows out, lifting his bound hands high. Matt pulled up the end of the leash and wrapped it around the chain between the cuffs. When he did this, he pulled outward on Daniel's arms to get clearance for the leash. At first Daniel involuntarily leaned forward, but then he realized that he had no place to step, and couldn't move even if he wanted to, and he relaxed his arms. Matt knotted the leash around itself and let the end of it again dangle down Daniel's back. He stepped off the stool and pushed it out of the way. The dangling end of the leash he pushed through the eyebolt. A foot or more of the leash extended from the eyebolt, and he let this excess pile up by Daniel's left ankle. He stepped back to examine his handiwork. Daniel's hands were chained almost to his shoulders, and his elbows stuck out well to his sides. The back of Daniel's hands were pressed against his back, and Daniel's fingers curled outward, touching. Matt picked up the end of the leash and gave it a gentle tug. "Squat down, slave, and wait for your buyer." Daniel glanced over his shoulder at Matt, who nodded, and he flexed his knees and slowly sat down flat-footed. Matt pulled the excess leash through the metal loop. Daniel's ass was only inches from the top of the crate, and he felt some trepidation. Squatting like he was, it could be easy to become unbalanced. He wouldn't like falling off. "Uh, Matt," he said, "I dunno know if I care for this." Matt, looking at the narrow platform the top of the box made, identified with his friend's concern. "Daniel, I won't tie this lower chain, so if you start to feel uncomfortable, you can stand up. Try it for a couple of minutes, though, because I want to get some pictures of this." "Unnnh!" Daniel groaned. Since Matt had gotten the Polaroid camera, he had taken dozens of pictures of Daniel in bondage of all kinds, in all kinds of positions. Well, he was in a hell of a position now, with his hands high up his back, his knees in the air, and his ass inches from the top of a wooden crate! Matt bounded over with the camera. He framed a picture from Daniel's front. Daniel's face was above his knees, and Daniel's cock, just visible between his legs, was almost fully erect, leaning against an upturned thigh. Matt knew that the picture would also show his bound arms jutting out high behind his back. The only visible evidence that Matt could see through the viewfind- er that the boy was restrained was the dog collar around his neck and the shackles at his ankles. Matt snapped the picture. The camera whirred, and spat out the picture. He placed it on the platform beside Daniel, and then he took a picture of Daniel from the side. He moved to Daniel's back, took an overall picture, and then he took a closeup shot of Daniel's upper back. The picture, when it developed, would show Daniel's handcuffed hands and the dog collar. He placed the prints on the crate and stepped back. "Okay," he said. "You can stand up now." Daniel leaned forward and slowly stood up. The chain leash made a zipping sound as it passed through the eyebolt. Matt walked around the crate and looked up at Daniel. He still held the camera. "Uh, why don't you try to look like you're struggling with the chains, uh, trying to escape." Matt pressed his eye against the camera. Daniel gave Matt a long-suffering look, and then he considered his friend's request. He flexed his knees, lifted the heel of his right foot from the crate, which stretched tight the chain between his ankles, and he twisted his upper body sideways, a strained expression on his face. "Perfect!" said Matt, and he snapped the picture. "Hey," said Daniel, "can we get on with this fantasy?" He straightened his knees and stood up straight. Matt was looking at the prints developing at Daniel's feet. He looked up at Daniel's face and said, "Sure, buddy! Gimme just one minute." He walked over to the stool and sat down on its edge. By now, he had a raging erection, and it was painfully confined. He unzipped his jeans and peeled out of them, letting them bunch up on the floor. On this day he wore no underwear, and his cock sprang out, massive and veined, pressed against his belly. Another second, and the tropical-print shirt was removed. Daniel looked down upon him from the platform. "Boy, that feels better," Matt shook his head slowly. He placed his hands on his knees and looked up at Daniel. "There's a story that goes with this one. Try to imagine that you're in the story, and you're experiencing what happening." Matt raised his voice. "It's like this, slave. You're in a tent, and it's hot. Your newest master, a slave trader, has you chained up for a sheik that is interested in buying you. "You've had a good life so far, with a kind and gentle master, a, uh, scribe, but he's hit hard times, and he needs to sell you to pay his taxes. You've heard about the rich sheik that wants to purchase you, and you know that he's famous for his stable of attractive young male slaves. You think that he may want you for his sex harem, but you're sad to be leaving your good master, and you're fearful of losing the only life that you've known. "You've been left in the tent, alone with your thoughts, and there's a hot wind blowing in off the desert. Suddenly, the tent flap opens and the sheik walks in. "He's a handsome Arab, wearing a flowing long robe and a turban, and he walks around you and looks you over. He asks if you are in good health and if you have any diseases. You answer, and without saying anything more, he walks out. "You find out later that he has purchased you, but he had to leave immediately and couldn't take you with him. So it's arranged that you and a few other slaves that he bought will travel with a, uh, silk trader to his nomad camp. "You are forced to walk along behind the trader's wagon, your wrists chained for the first few days because the trader is afraid that you'll run away. After that, the trader allows you to ride in the wagon. "One night, after the trip is almost over, the trader comes to your bedroll and tries to mount you in your sleep. You awaken and repel him, and he becomes enraged. He takes your robes, chains you up, and ties you up that night with the horses. "The next morning, you are forced to walk behind the wagon again. He does not return your clothes, and he says that you won't need clothes where you're going. This comment leaves you puzzled, and you think about it as you stumble along behind the wagon. "The sun burns your skin, and you choke on the dust from the wagon. When the sun goes down, you're again tied with the horses. This goes on for three days, and you wonder at the trader's capacity to carry a grudge. "Finally, though, you arrive at the sheik's camp. Your master is out examining his herds, and you and the other new slaves are put in a tent. The trader pushes you into the tent, and you fall on the floor. "When you look around, you find that you are in a room filled with other young men, from adolescents to young adults. They are all particularly beautiful boys, and they are all nude. Several of them pick you up and begin to wash the dust from your body. "You learn that your new master is a man of great sexual appetites, and you learn that your new master will call you to his bed when he wants you. Your new life will revolve around satisfy- ing his sexual appetites. Until this happens, you will always wear a neck collar. Only when the master is satisfied with you will your chains be removed. "The other boys, finding that you're a virgin, take turns fucking you, so that you'll be ready for your master's big cock. The young boys come first, slipping their slender cocks into you easily, and soon you are fucked by the older boys with their bigger cocks. Nobody, you're told, has as big a cock as your master. "One day, word comes to the boys in the tent that their master has returned from the fields. They clean themselves, comb their hair, and prepare. Your hair is trimmed, and your face is shaved. The other boys also shave your pubic hair, because it's said that the master prefers it. Your body's perfumed, and you wait for the night. "Finally the call comes, and the boys take you to the master's tent. There you find a slave block, and are shackled to it. Your arms are bound, and your ankles are shackled. Torches are placed at either side of you, and you wait in the tent." Throughout the story, Matt had been looking at Daniel. He could see the interest in Daniel's face, and he could see that the story had caused Daniel's cock to swell. Daniel had indeed identified with the slave in the story, and he imagined himself in a darkened tent, bound to a block, shackled at wrist and ankle. He heard the snap and sputter of the smokey torches, and he could look down and see the torch light gleaming on his naked body. Matt walked over to the closet and withdrew a bathrobe. He slipped into it, and walked back over to Daniel. He spoke as he walked. "At last, the tent flap is pushed aside, and your master walks in. You see him in the torch light. He is wearing a robe, which as he walks in, falls open." Daniel allowed the bathrobe to hang freely, and his cock protruded between the sides. He walked to stand in front of Daniel. "You look down at your master, trying to look respectful, but your eyes are drawn to his massive cock. It looks huge, and you feel some fear of its size." This last statement caused Daniel to snort back a laugh, but he quickly got back in character. Matt reached out with a hand, and he gently stroked Daniel's left leg. "So," he said, "you're the new slave, the one I've been dreaming about. Have the other slaves treated you well?" "Yes, master, as well as I could ask for," Daniel said. "I see that you have been shaved. Good, good! What have the other slaves told you about me?" Matt reached up with his other hand and cupped Daniel's testicles. "Only that you are a good and generous master, and that I should treat you well, be respectful and obedient in all things." Daniel spoke with his eyes lowered. Matt wrapped his fingers around Daniel's cock, and rubbed with his thumb just under the head of Daniel's shaft. "Good advice for any slave," he said. "And what have you been told about the chains that you wear?" "Only that they are to remind me that I am your's to possess and constrain, and that the chains would be a part of my life until I prove my loyalty to you." "And did they also tell you that I might find the chains against your naked flesh quite... alluring?" "Yes, my master." "Ah," Matt said, "I imagine that they did, at that." He shrugged out of the bathrobe, and it pooled around his ankles. "Look at me slave, and tell me what you see." "You are fair to look at, master, and your, uh, regal organ must be the biggest one in, uh, all the lands." Matt grinned in spite of himself. "You, too, slave are fair to behold, but, come, I tire of small talk. Let me take you down from that perch, and we shall repair to the comfort of my sleeping pallet." Matt unlatched the anklets at Daniel's feet, letting his hands linger on Daniel's ankles where the circlets had been. The thumb of his right hand pressed against a vein, and he could feel Daniel's strong heartbeat. Then he slipped the smaller metal chain through the eyebolt, freeing it to dangle along the side of the block. He pushed the stool up to the block. "Step down, slave," he commanded. Daniel stepped down, surprised that his calf muscles had tightened while he stood on the block. It did not seem to Daniel that he had stood there for very long, but when he glanced up at the high windows, the afternoon sun no longer slanted through, and the loft apartment had taken on an evening quiet. He stepped down, moving directly into Matt's open arms. Matt held him tightly, his arms encircling Daniel's shoulders. Their lips met in a tight and satisfying kiss. They kissed with mouths open, tongues exploring, cocks pressed up against their bellies, and against each other. Matt broke the kiss, slowly releasing his slave. He took Daniel by an upthrust arm and led him across to their old bed. The two boys fell into the bed, and soon they were again pressing their lips together, with Matt on the bottom and Daniel on his side and atop him. The kisses became ardent, with the boys nipping at each other, moving their jaws, and seeking new positions. Matt took Daniel's cock in his hand and massaged the warm shaft. Sticky precum lubricated Daniel's cock, and Matt spread it around the head with a fingertip. He pressed his finger into the slit of the head, holding it there opened, irritating the soft inner lining as a grain of sand might irritate an oyster until it became a pearl. The erect organ pulsed under his finger, but Matt gripped it tightly. "Mmmph!" Daniel said, and he pulled his face away. Matt pressed at his shoulder with a forearm, pushing Daniel over and onto the bed. Daniel lay there, his arms beneath him, and Matt looked at him. "How do you like it, slave?" he managed to ask, while with his eyes he devoured the helpless boy. "My only wish is to suck your cock, master." Daniel said. His arms beneath him caused him to lean upward slightly. "As it should be, slave," said Matt, and he slid up beside Daniel, with his cock level with Daniel's face. Daniel bent his knees and twisted his torso, turning onto his side. His elbow dug into the bedding, but Daniel didn't seem to notice. Matt guided his engorged member toward his friend's mouth, and Daniel grasped it with his lips. He slid his lips across the edge of the large helmet, his tongue forming a cradle. He pushed his head forward along the shaft, gradually taking more of its length, and then he moved his head back, sliding outward along the veiny member. This motion he repeated several times, each time seeming to take a little more. He could taste the salty precum in his mouth, and he could feel the slickness back on the base of his tongue. So great was his concentration that he forgot to breathe through his nose for several seconds, and then he drew a deep breath around the shaft. This produced a wharfling sound, and Matt looked down at him. Matt could feel the tension mounting in his belly. "That's enough, slave! Turn around, for I'm ready to mount you." Daniel gave up his friend's member, and Matt helped him to stand on his knees. Matt placed an overstuffed pillow in front of Daniel, and Daniel lowered his face to the pillow. His ass jutted into the air, and Daniel braced himself on one shoulder. From this position, Daniel could look back and he glimpsed part of Matt's body as the boy walked on his knees over to Daniel's ass. He saw Matt's engorged cock, his balls swaying as he moved. He imagined the feeling of the cock entering his exposed and vulnerable ass, and his own cock bobbed in response. A glistening strand of Daniel's juice fell down to the bed sheet. Matt grabbed Daniel's ankles and repositioned them on the sheet. For a moment, he placed his knees on the upturned soles of Daniel's feet, and reached between Daniel's legs. He stroked the boy's cock with his palm at its head, and he gathered up some of the boy's slick moisture. He then massaged his own cock, spreading his and Matt's wetness around its head. He kneed his way between Daniel's legs, placing his now- throbbing cock at Daniel's ass. He guided his organ forward with a hand, and he paused with his helmet resting a little above Daniel's bung hole. He placed his right hand high on Daniel's buttocks, and, with his left thumb pressing against his helmet, slid forward, downward, and into Daniel. The suddenness of the entry sent a shutter through Daniel's hips, and he cried out in pleasure and surprise. Matt slid his large, erect cock fully into Daniel, stopping with his balls resting between Daniel's legs. Then he slid rearward and forward again, establishing a rhythmic motion. He put his other hand on Daniel's ass, and he started to really pump. Each time he rammed forward, his hips would slap against the flesh of Daniel's buttocks, and his balls would swing out, slapping against Daniel's balls. The bed springs squeaked and the old bed began to rock. To Daniel, it felt as if his guts were filled with a living, tunneling mass, and he could feel the pressure of its passing as Matt thrust back and forth. The motion set up a rhythmic shudder in his lower abdomen that transferred down to his own cock, and Daniel's cock rocked upward each time Matt thrust forward, as if he were humping rather than being humped. Daniel's breathing began to match the rhythm. He inhaled with Matt's forward thrusts and exhaled with Matt's rearward thrusts. He grunted with each exhalation. Matt, too, gave inarticulate voice to his efforts. He looked down, at the spread-open ass of his friend, at his cock moving in and out. His eyes traced up along his friend's bony spine to the boy's tightly shackled hands. Subconsciously, his fingers contract- ed, and he clutched at the soft flesh of Daniel's buttocks. His breathing was rapid, and a familiar tingling began to form in his lower belly. The pressure mounted, and localized in his groin. With each movement, he could feel the sensations intensify. It was as if his entire strength and vitality were funnelled into the action. Daniel, too, was moving toward climax, without having ever touched his own member. The base of his cock was throbbing, responding each time Matt's member pressed against his prostate and lower tract. Suddenly, Matt's guts clinched, and a contraction rippled through his lower abdomen. He closed his eyes and cried out. A great upwelling began in his groin, and his scrotum contracted, smoothing out against his balls. Matt's cock exploded, and Daniel could feel the warmth flood his belly as Matt's juice filled his gut. His friend inhaled sharply, and rammed forward only to explode again. Waves of pleasure were pounding against Matt's nervous system, and he rode each wave until it crested, with his nerves afire and his body quivering. Then his buttocks would clinch, his back would arch, and again his groin would explode. He would cry out then, in wordless ecstacy, and Daniel's voice would answer. For some time, this continued, until no more of the warm juices were forthcoming. Then the contractions silently receded, Matt's nerves quietened, and all the strength seemed to leave his body. He slumped forward, still inside Daniel, resting his crossed arms on the boy's spine and breathing heavily. Daniel, his own cock throbbing and enraged, wriggled his ass out of frustration, and Matt slipped out of him. He was still for almost a minute, allowing the other boy to regain his breath, and then the passivity became too much for him. He stuck his right leg out to the side and pressed his foot into the sheets. He used this outthrust leg as a lever, and he pinioned himself upward and sideways. This motion raised his right hip high in the air, and his ass moved sideways, his body pivoting on his other knee. Matt was unprepared for Daniel's sudden movement, and he felt temporarily disoriented as his human platform bucked and tossed him aside. He landed on his back with his breath knocked out of him, and Daniel plopped down at his side. The impact of the fall barked his left elbow painfully. "Hey," Matt said weakly, struggling to both rise and catch his breath. "Hey, yourself, oh noble master!" Daniel said. "Isn't there something in this story about the slave FUCKING . Chapter 5 of A Bondage Story Birthday Presents Matt lowered the car magazine he was reading and reached for the jangling telephone. "Hello." "Hiya Matt! It's Taylor!" said the cheerful female voice on the other end of the line. "Oh hey, Taylor. Daniel's not here right now. He went to the library." "That's okay, Matt. It was you I really wanted to talk to." "Uh-oh. What have I done?" Taylor laughed, "It's nothing you've done, honey. I was just wonderin' what you're getting Danny for his birthday." "Oh!" said Matt. Sounded safe enough. "I'm getting him one of those things you call a mechanic's creeper. It's a low platform with wheels that he can slide under his car when he changes the oil. What you gettin' him?" "Honey," Taylor said in her smokey drawl, "you can GUESS what I'm givin' him!" Matt was curious, but wary, so he said nothing. "I'll give you a hint!" Taylor continued. "It involves my naked body..." The way the girl emphasized the word "naked" caused Matt to chuckle. "Well," he said, "that's one present he's sure to like!" "But I need your help..." Taylor said. * * * Matt pushed the door closed and turned to face the slender woman. "Do ya think he suspects anything?" Taylor asked. She and Matt were standing in the large utility closet opposite the elevator on Matt's floor. Taylor was carrying a grocery bag, and she wore denim cutoffs and a Jack Daniel's tee shirt. She wore no bra, and her nipples were prominent against the soft cotton fabric. "I don't think so," Matt said. "I told him I was going running, and he's doing something on the computer. It'll be a complete surprise!" Taylor leaned the grocery bag against the wall. She dug a hand into a hip pocket of her tight cutoffs and removed a key ring. "Here's the key to our place, Matt. Sarah's visitin' her folks in Macon, and you should have the apartment to yourself tonight. I rented you some movies, and they're on the top of the tv in the living room. If the phone rings, jus' let the machine pick 'em up." She stood on tiptoe and kissed Matt's left cheek. "You're jus' so sweet, Matt, to be doing this." "Ah, Taylor," Matt said, embarrassed, "he's my best friend, and you'll make him happy, so that makes me happy, too." Taylor smiled and slid out of her tee shirt. While Matt looked at her pretty breasts, each a small, but tidy handful, Taylor unselfconsciously shed her shorts. On this day, she wore no underwear, and her bush was immediately exposed. She looked around. "You got the creeper thing?" she asked. "Right here." Matt reached behind an equipment cabinet and pulled out a new mechanic's creeper. It was made of wood and had four large casters. "Oh," said Taylor, "that's a nice one. Look what I brought." She began to pull items out of the bag. First she removed several lengths of soft cotton rope. Then she pulled out two wine bottles. "One of these is for you, Matt." Finally, she removed a silk scarf, a large ribbon bow, and a small cream-colored envelope. "Are you ready, Matt?" she asked, looking at the tall boy. "I guess, Taylor." "Well, then, first tie my hands behind my back." She handed Matt the ropes and turned away from him, her wrists crossed behind her back. Matt separated a length of rope from the group. He leaned over behind the slender girl and bound her hands together. Taylor looked over her shoulder at the boy. "You can tie 'em tighter, you know. I'm not fragile." "Well, Taylor," Matt said, "we don't know how long Daniel might want to keep you tied up, and this is jus' a game, anyway. I'd rather have your hands a little loose, so's you can keep your circulation." "Oh!" said Taylor. She experimented with her bonds, and found them sufficiently snug. "Okay, Matt, help me onto the creeper." "Shoulda laid down before I tied you," Matt said practically. "You're right, Matt. Maybe next time we'll get all the kinks out." She kneeled beside the creeper, her knees straddling the low wheeled platform. "Help me, Matt," she repeated. Matt, not knowing what else to do, stood over the kneeling girl and wrapped his large hands around her slender shoulders. Taylor leaned forward against his strong arms' support, and Matt gently lowered her to a position where her face rested on the small cushion of the creeper. Her honey-colored hair pooled beside her shoulders. "That's great, Matt. Will you tie my legs now?" "Any thing you say, ma'am." Taylor drew her legs up so that her knees were wide apart and her ankles were crossed. Matt looped a length of rope around her ankles sideways and then vertically. He made several loops and finished off with two strong knots. "How's that feel, Taylor?" Taylor flexed her ankles, feeling the resistance of the tightly cinched ropes. "Jus' fine, Matt." Matt looked at the girl's bound hands and ankles. He admired the way her smooth ass cheeks pressed together to leave a delicate, compressed line of flesh down to her small asshole. Unbidden, he felt his cock stir in his jeans, and he wondered at it. Matt cleared his throat to help drive away his confusing thoughts. "Uh, Taylor," he said, "do you want your hands and ankles tied together?" "Yeah, honey, but leave a little slack, please." Taylor lifted her ankles toward her butt, and Matt tied a third rope around her wrists and ankles. "That oughta do it," he said. Taylor wriggled her ankles and flexed her wrists. "How do I look, Matt? Do you think Danny'll like me?" Matt chuckled. "Knowing Daniel," he said, "just the sight of you like this is gonna drive him wild." "Honey, I sure do hope so! Jus' put on the finishin' touches and you can wheel me on out." "Now Taylor, this is the part I'm not too sure about." His eyes were filled with the image of the slender woman in bondage. "Jus' do like we talked about. Slide that envelope down in the crack of my ass, and stick that bow on... well, jus' look at me like Daniel'll see me, and decide where the bow'll look best, okay?" "You're the boss!" Matt said, and he picked up the small, colored envelope and the ribbon. He squatted beside the girl and slid the envelope between her ass cheeks. Then he stood up, holding the red bow, and stepped back, looking at her bound female figure. He took several seconds considering where to place the ribbon, and his cock pressed against his jeans so tightly that he slipped a hand into his pants and readjusted himself. At length he stepped forward. "I'm gonna put the ribbon on the creeper between your knees, Taylor, 'cause I think that's where Daniel will look first." He peeled the wax paper from the bow, leaned down, and pressed the bow firmly against the wood grain. He had an excellent view of the girl's cunt, and he reflected again on how different were the sexes. Taylor looked up at the boy and said, "Let's do it!" "Careful," said Matt. "Those were the last words of Gary Gillmore." He stood just behind the bound girl's legs, indecisive about how to move his carefully prepared package. The creeper had a handle cut out in the platform, and he had an idea. Matt took another rope length and looped it through the cutout. He pulled on the rope, and the creeper rolled forward. "Mmmmm," said Taylor. "Who was Gary Gillmore?" "Just someone who was executed by the State of Utah. His final words were 'Let's do it'." Matt opened the door a crack and looked out. The hall, as usual, was deserted. He propped the door open with a paint can and walked back to the girl. "Honey," Taylor said, "that's kinda morbid." "Yeah, I know, Taylor. We gotta be quiet from here on in. Are you ready?" "Let's GO," the girl whispered, and Matt chuckled as he rolled the girl out into the hallway. The elevator door stood open from Taylor's arrival. He closed the maintenance room door and rolled Taylor past the elevator. He positioned the girl a few feet in front of the boys' apartment door. He leaned down and whispered in Taylor's ear. "Are you all set? Do you want me to ring the door?" He inclined his ear toward Taylor's lips. "Go 'head, honey. Thank you." "Jus' part of the friendly service," he whispered. "Bye." Taylor formed the word bye on her lips, and Matt stood up and stepped to the door. He hoped that Daniel would still be at the computer, on the other side of the large room. He pressed the door bell and held it down while he counted to three. Then he sprinted to the elevator and pressed the down button. The elevator door creaked slowly closed, and his last glimpse of the bound girl was that of her crossed ankles and feet sticking up above her head of honey-colored hair. Daniel was sitting at his computer desk, playing a game called Wolfenstein when the doorbell rang. He paused the game and stood up. He was wearing just a pair of faded, wrinkled jeans with the knees ripped out. As he padded across the large room, he noted that his roommate had not yet returned. Must be taking a good, long run today, he thought. He went to the door and drew it open. In the first instant, he saw no one, and then his attention was drawn downward. His eyes widened when he saw the naked female form at his feet. It was Taylor, and she was bound hand and foot. He looked up and scanned the hallway. The two were alone. He looked back down at the girl. "God lord, Taylor. Whacha you doing down there?" He knew it sounded inane as soon as the words left his lips. His eyes took in the creeper and the bright ribbon. As he looked at the ribbon, he noticed the cream-colored envelope between the girl's ass cheeks. "I'm your present, Danny!" Taylor said. "Do you like it?" Daniel was surprised, and he said nothing for several seconds. He looked at the girl's bound ankles, at the loops of rope securing them in a crossed position. He noticed that her wrists were equally bound. From where he stood, he had a clear view of her pussy, and her cunt lips were moist. His cock stirred in his shorts, and he said, "Well, hell, Taylor! I reckon I do!" "Then pull me into your apartment, honey!" "Oh! Oh, yeah. Right away!" Daniel saw the rope tied to the creeper and instantly ascertained its use. He leaned over and picked up the rope end, and then he pulled the creeper forward through the door. When the girl was inside, he closed the door. "So," he said, smiling down at the hog-tied figure, "you're my birthday present. Who sent you to me?" "I'm a gift to you from me and Matt, and you can have me all night, to do whatever you want to do to me. Why doncha read the card, honey?" Daniel's smile expanded, and he leaned over and plucked the card from the girl's cheeks. He allowed his hand to linger for a moment on the smooth, soft flesh of her buttocks. The envelope was small and smelled of perfume. He carefully opened the envelope and withdrew a colorful card. On the front of the card was a picture of a sad-faced hound dog, and a caption that read, "Another year older, and you still haven't made top dog, but... " Daniel opened the card. The inside said, "You don't have to be on top! Happy birthday, lover!" There was a drawing of a cartoon dog wearing a big red ribbon. He was looking at a trim and perky poodle with long eyelashes leashed to a park bench. The dog had a huge, lascivious grin, and his erect, red penis curved up under him. The card was signed by Matt and Taylor, and there was a handwritten note - "This captured and enslaved girl is to be your's for the night. Please return her in the condition you found her." "Ah, Taylor," he said, "you guys are swell. But whatever am I gonna do with you?" "Anything, uh, strike your fancy... master?" "Only a coupla hundred things! So you're my slave for the night, huh?" He rubbed his hands together and grinned. "Yes, master. What action would you like me to perform?" "Jez, Taylor, let me think. You sure do look fine lying there like that... Let me get my camera!" Taylor had been anticipating that Daniel would quickly have his hands on her, maybe even dump her on the floor right there and take her. She had felt his hot, hungry gaze brush across her vulnerable, naked body, and she could feel the moist sex begin to ooze from her cunt. She hoped that Daniel would let her up soon, so she could begin to provide pleasure for her new master. Daniel came bounding back with his camera, almost stumbling in his desire to return to his beautiful captive girl slave, but made cautious in his almost headlong rush by his tight-fitting jeans and his constrained, tense, erecting cock. He stopped by the bound form and quickly peeled out of his jeans. As usual around the apartment, the slim boy wore no underwear. His well-proportioned, circumcised cock spiraled lazily outward. His jeans pooled by his ankles, and he stepped out of them and kicked them away. He went to his knees and ankles with the viewfinder pressed against his eye. He leaned low and peered between his captives legs. Her crossed ankles, her knees, and the mechanic's creeper formed a triangle through which he could just see the girl's cunt, partially obscured by the red ribbons. He pressed the button, and the camera whirred and offered a print. Next, he walked around to the girl's side and took a low, full-body profile shot. Then he took a close-up shot of Taylor's pretty face. She smiled when he pressed the button. A final shot looking down on the bound girl from above and the rear, and Matt was satisfied with his efforts. Then he came to the realization that he had to move on to other enjoyable efforts, because his blood-engorged member was anxious and throbbing. He set the camera aside and considered the shapely bound form before him. He could scoop her up in his arms and carry her to the bed, or, he could release her legs and walk her to the bed, or he could indulge his recent passion for bondage photography with her in a variety of poses. Whatever the evening brought, he thought, he would have to get off real soon! And, of course, his slave would also have to have an enjoyable time. He made up his mind. "I'm going to release your legs, Taylor, and get you up from there. You're jus' as pretty as a picture down there, but I want to hold you and touch you, and my cock needs some attention just about now." He bent to the task of untying the girl's ankles. Matt had tied his knots firmly, and it took a moment for Daniel to pry them loose. He unwrapped the rope, and saw that the flesh of Taylor's slender ankles carried the mark of the ropes. He noticed her bright red toe nail polish, and with that simple thought he flashed back to his first encounter with the vibrant little blonde. He had finger fucked her in the shower in front of Matt, and then she had handcuffed him to the headboard of the old bed and given him an intense and teasing blow-job that had left him half- crazed, begging for mercy. She had kneeled on his face, commanding him to fuck her with his tongue. He had tongued her moist opening for what seemed like forever, and he imagined that he could still taste her juices. And then she had fucked him sitting on his cock. The best part was that his male lover had watched the entire episode. Even as these thoughts fluttered through his conscious- ness, his frenzied fingers were busy, undoing the loops of rope. "There, Taylor, your legs are free." The girl extended her legs straight out, her toes pointed. She was surprised that she felt only a mild discomfort as full circulation was restored in her legs. She attempted to roll onto her back off the side of the creeper, but as she put her weight on its edge, the creeper tipped, dumping her unceremoniously on her ass. She sat up and found that Daniel was trying hard to suppress a grin. "That wasn't funny, Danny!" she exclaimed, and then her eyes were drawn to his massive and obvious hard-on. His need of her must be intense, she thought. She shifted onto one side of her ass and got a leg beneath her. Soon she was standing on her knees, her face only inches away from Daniel's throbbing, extended organ. If not for her bound wrists, she would have her hands wrapped around that gorgeous cock, drawing it into her. Daniel was quick to take advantage of her position. He stepped forward and took himself in hand, guiding his excited member forward. Taylor wrapped her lips around his shaft, and he thrust forward more strongly than he had intended. The slender girl's head rocked, and she made a whimphling sound as she took his length. He could feel his cock bottom as the girl tried to swallow him. The sensation was delicious, and made even better as the girl moved her head back and forward along his shaft. Her tongue cradled his engorged cock, and she moved the tip of her tongue under the edge of his corona at the end of each stroke. Every time she did this, he would receive an intense stimulation. Taylor had her eyes closed, so hard was she concentrating on her task. The boy's cock was a perfect length for her, and she could enjoy every inch of it. She loved the way his knob felt sliding over her tongue, and she could feel the bumpy passage of the massive veins that supported his erection. The back of her throat was slick with his juice, and she could smell the distinc- tive odor of his sex. As she worked, she felt her own sexual moisture run down the inside of her leg. Daniel was almost beside himself, transported to near-ecstacy by the pretty blonde girl's ministrations. He could feel her hot breath on his belly, and he could feel an answering warmth responding within his groin. Her touch was sheer magic! She varied the way she stroked him with her tongue and lips, and she altered the tempo of her movements from moment to moment. This variation kept the boy off-balance, never giving him the rigid up and down movements that would be required to make him explode. She teased his cock mercilessly, until she had him whimpering and moaning. Only then did she press her tongue firmly to the base of his cock and thrust strongly in an entirely linear path. Daniel was unaware that he had been vocalizing, for he had his head back and his eyes closed, with his entire attention focused on the sharp waves of sensation impinging on his nervous system. He breathed hoarsely, riding with the flow that bombarded him. When the release came, it came suddenly, catching the two of them by surprise. One moment, Daniel was moaning and whimpering, and the next he was crying out, convulsed with sensation. Taylor had only a moment to sense the explosion coming, but she saw the contraction ripple across the boy's corded stomach muscles, and then he was thrusting his hips and bucking like an animal. He slipped out of her mouth, and his hand unknowingly found his member. He used it as a cradle, to support his raging hard-on. A mighty contraction of his gut and buttocks seized him, and his world went white as the blood drained from his face, and he ejaculated a milky stream into the expectant, flushed face of the girl. His chest was reddened, and the first debilitating blast of cum left him gasping for air. Again, the pressure built, crashing down on him like a physical mass, and his cock spurted, recoiling in his open hand like a rifle. In the very height of his passion, he thought of his boy- friend, of how Matt should be there sharing the moving, strong experience the small girl had given him. Once more, his body spasmed, and another spattering of cum shot from his cock slit. His cry was weaker this time, for even in his excitement and ecstacy he had become accustomed to the unabashed heights of his pleasure. This more modest sensation was his anchor to the earth, the demarcation point to which he could return. Gently and regretfully, he allowed the sensations to pass. When it was all over, he stood, head down and chest heaving, filled with wonder at the peaks he had scaled. Taylor had watched him come with wonder of her own. She had seen that each ejaculation involved Daniel's entire body, and she marveled at the passionate near-violence of the event. Did she look anything like that when she was in orgasm? Did her orgasm move across her body like a tidal wave? Daniel opened his eyes and found himself looking downward, his spent member resting in his hand. His captive girl was sitting looking up at him with something like admiration in her eyes. He sank to his knees, reaching his arms forward to encircle the girl. His lips found hers, and the two kissed, gently and lovingly. Daniel could taste the salty tang of his own cum on her lips, and he was filled with gratefulness for the tiny woman. He kissed her passionately and she responded in a similar fashion. They explored with their tongues, their breathing synchronized, their eyes exploring each others' faces. At length, the kiss ended and the two separated. Daniel grasped Taylor's shoulders and looked her over, from the now- tangled mass of honey-blonde hair that feel across her shoulders, to her slender waist and the triangle of almost invisible pubic hairs at the base of her belly. He admired her fine, uptilted belly button, and he knew that he would be exploring it with his tongue before the night was over. "Thank you, Taylor, that was awesome," Daniel said. "Now I wanna do something for you." "Can I still be your slave?" asked the girl, in a husky voice. "Sure, but I can be yours now," said Daniel. "Honey, I can be your slave and have a fantasy of my own, can't I?" Daniel smiled. "Taylor, you can have anything you want! Just tell me." "Well," Taylor said, "I like being tied up, all bound and helpless. I kinda guess I like havin' someone be responsible for me. You know, havin' to take care of me. And I've got some fantasies of my own that I can do when I'm the slave." Taylor looked Daniel in the eyes. "What do ya wanna do, Taylor?" "I want you to tie me up with my hands over my head, tight so's I'm on tiptoe. And then, I'd like for you to tease my tits, licking them all over with that talented tongue you have, maybe give my tits a playful nibble or two. Then you can take me anyway you want me." "Taylor, jus' thinking about it is getting me hard again. I don't know if I can stand another go-round like that one. But, we're in the fantasy business. Let's see, where could I tie you up to?" His brow furrowed, and he thought for a minute. Taylor turned around on her knees and held her bound hands out to Daniel. "You can untie me for jus' a minute, Danny, while you think about it." Daniel began to untie the rope at Taylor's wrists, and he said, "We've used the pipes in the shower before. They're high enough that you'd be on tiptoe. And you'd be in the middle of the shower. I'd have access to you all around!" "That sounds good, Danny. Let me get a drink of water and we'll go again." "One thing I can say for you, Taylor, is that you got stamina." Taylor laughed and pointed at Daniel's plumping cock. "So, my friend," she said, "do you!" Taylor held her wrists out side by side, and Daniel looped the cotton rope around them. He knotted the rope and asked Taylor if they were too tight. "No, Danny, they're fine." She looked up at the ceiling where the water pipes crossed. The porcelain tiles felt cool beneath her bare feet, and a warm breeze filtered in through the high-set windows. "Okay," Daniel said, "hold your hands up." Taylor did as Daniel asked, and Daniel looped the end of the rope over a pipe. He pulled the rope taut, and the girl rose to her toes. He knotted the rope to itself and examined the girl's position critically. "Is that alright, Taylor?" "Jus' fine! Go 'head," she encouraged. Daniel didn't need much encouragement, for he was somewhat fascinated by the image the girl's position created. Daniel was a fellow who appreciated the symmetry of the human body in bondage, and he admired the way the girl's upraised arms exposed her creamy armpits, and lifted her delicate breasts. It stretched her trim stomach, making her sexy upturned belly button even more appealing. Even her standing on tiptoe was attractive to him, for it caused her shapely calf muscles to bunch. He stepped forward and took her hips in his hands. He tilted his head and kissed her. Her arms rigidly holding up her face were yet another element of bondage, because they kept her from moving her face very far to side or responding more strongly to his lips. This heightened his feeling of control over the fate of the girl that entrusted him. She had made him, for the first time, aware of his responsibility toward his bondage partner. Is that part of it for me, too? he wondered. Do I love to be bound because I know that someone I love and trust is responsible for me? Does that somehow free me, so that, in a way, I'm helpless and blame- less? His mind whirled with the possibilities, and he decided to talk the question over later with Matt. While these thoughts were revolving in his head, he lowered his lips to Taylor's armpits. He dragged his lower lip across her soft flesh, making nibbling motions with his lips only. He moved his attention inward and downward, approaching her breast from the side. He could feel her body tense as he first touched her breast. He enjoyed the taste of the girl, so salty and sweet at the same time. Her skin was silky and his tongue glided across it effort- lessly. Taylor had closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Daniel's caressing mouth was causing her nerves to tingle wherever he touched. She gave in to the parade of feeling, happy and proud to be enslaved to sensation. Daniel worked his way around her tit without touching her nipple and then he moved to the other tit. His tongue caressed and lapped, and he enjoyed all the more the taste and smell of the girl as her body responded to his efforts. He could also smell the powerful female sexual odor that she exuded, and it struck a resonant chord in him, bringing excitement. Taylor's breathing had quickened, and her breasts were reddened with extra oxygen. Her nipples had become fully erect, looking to Daniel almost like little pink push buttons. He had covered every square inch of her breasts except her nipples, and he judged the girl ready. He had always heard that women were capable of obtaining orgasm without direct clitoral stimulation, and he wondered if it were true. If it were, he was determined that he would find out soon enough. He supported Taylor's left breast with both of his hands firmly wrapped around the soft, responsive mound of flesh. He drew his tongue across the sensitive tip, slowly and deliberately, thinking of the way the girl had teased him with her long artful blow job. He extended his tongue, curving it upward, and he drew the smooth lower trough across her nipple in the opposite direc- tion. At the end of that stroke, he again reversed his tongue. He kept up this motion, slowly stroking across her nipple with the pebbly top surface of his tongue and then stroking with the smooth undersurface. From the tension in her body and the rapidity of her respiration, he knew that he was having an strong effect on her. Indeed he was, for Taylor began to moan. Each time the boy drew his tongue across her nipple, the sensations were excruciat- ingly exciting. She could feel her love juices dripping down the inside of her legs, and, even over the nearness of the boy, she could smell the odor of her own sex. Daniel moved to her other breast, again establishing the pattern of smooth stroke, rough stroke. He held her right breast cupped in the palm of his right hand, and with his left hand he reached down between her legs. His hand became wet, and he lifted it beside his face. The smell was overpoweringly sexual, and his own excitement flared. He moved his tongue more rapidly, flitting it across the narrow button, performing intense and quick rever- sals. With his hands, he palpitated the girl's breasts, even as his tongue and lips worked in synchrony. His passionate and mounting efforts were having an extreme effect on the girl. Despite the fact that all the attention was directed at her breasts, she began to feel a response in her cunt! A warm glow seemed to her to be emanating from her groin, and she subconsciously tightened her vaginal muscles. From long-forgotten instinct, an involuntary spasm rippled through her moist tunnel and was quickly followed by another. Her breathing became frantic, and Daniel had to place one arm around the girl's waist to steady her, lest she pull her breasts away from his lips and tongue. Taylor was lost in her excitement. Chapter 6 of A Bondage Story Suspension Erotica "Lover, you don't know how close we came to trooping down to get you last night." "Well," said Matt, grinning, "it wouldn't have done you much good at that point. I was sittin' up in Taylor's bed watching movies and drinking wine, and I wouldn't've been worth a shit by the time you guys finished the first go round." "Hell, Matt, with us, it was the SECOND go round that really got hot. You shoulda seen us in the shower, what with her hands up over her head and her on tiptoe. She looked so SEXY." Matt chuckled, "I can imagine you in the same position, boyo, and you'd look pretty sexy, too." "Do you really think so?" Daniel looked interested. "Hell, yes!" Matt leaned forward and said theatrically, "I'd prob'ly even want to get YOUR camera and take a picture of YOU." "Is that so?" Daniel tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. The slender boy loved to be bound and restrained, and Matt could see that Daniel was actively considering the proposition. "Yeah!" said Matt, warming to the task. "And I'd work your nipples over with my tongue, and I'd suck that sweet cock of yours. I mean, if you think I could get you hard..." "Jez," said Daniel, "just thinkin' about it's gettin' me hard! What you doing for the next hour or two?" "A little mid-day bondage, maybe?" Matt's tone was teasing, knowing that his friend was snared. "Hell, yes!" "How you ever noticed how much of our sex lives we spend in the shower?" Matt crossed his arms and lifted his tee shirt up and off in one smooth motion, exposing his tanned and hairy muscular chest and corded stomach. "Maybe that's because we got a cleanliness fetish." Daniel grinned. He was sitting on the edge of the shower basin, sliding his sneakers off. He wore baggy blue cotton sweat pants, and his chest was already bared. Matt glanced at the boy, and as always he admired the smaller boy's athletic muscle definition and his smooth, blonde-haired chest. "Maybe we jus' got a FUCK fetish, is more like it!" Matt stood up, wearing only his soft, old cutoff jeans, and padded over to where Daniel sat. The shower tiles felt cool against his bare feet, and a warm breeze circulated through the room from the high- set windows. Daniel stood up as Matt approached. "A fuck ADDICTION is what I'd call it," he said. "I'm addicted to the taste and feel and smell of you, and I gotta have a fix every day or I get withdrawal pains." Matt and Daniel stood face to face, and Matt smothered further comment from Daniel by wrapping his arms around the boy and holding him close. Daniel responded by grasping Matt in return, and the two were soon pressed warmly into a long and liquid kiss. Matt worked his jaw and pressed his tongue against Daniel's teeth. Daniel immediately opened his mouth and allowed Matt's tongue to enter. His own tongue formed a cradle for Matt's, and the two organs intertwined, exploring, caressing. Each could taste the other, and their breathing became quicker and hot. Daniel could feel his cock pressing against his shorts, and he could feel the warmth of the other boy's muscular chest against his. He closed his eyes, lost in the warmth of their mutual embrace and the hot, passionate tonguing he was receiving. While the boys continued to explore with their tongues, Matt lowered his hands to Daniel's waist. With quick fingers, he untied the string that held Daniel's baggy pants to his slender waist. Already the soft cotton was extending tent-like from the boy's crotch. Matt ran his hands under the sweats, burrowing low across Daniel's narrow hips and coming to rest on the boy's firm buttocks. Daniel felt his friend's hands massaging his ass cheeks, and he reached down and clumsily thrust his sweat pants past his hips. (He had to lift and pull them forward to clear his erection.) Freed of it's soft restraint, his cock spiraled lazily forward. Already the smaller boy's erection was well-defined and prominent. A single droplet of transparent pre-cum glistened on the tip-slit. Matt moved his hands to Daniel's hips, and he looked down at Daniel's throbbing cock. He liked the way the red, extended organ pressed against his friend's tan belly. He imagined the taste and feel of the tight member in his mouth, and he became aware that his own cock was achingly constrained in his jeans. Matt unsnapped his cut-offs and started to unzip them. Daniel impatiently yanked them down to Matt's knees, and he started to rub his hands against Matt's large cock through the fabric of Matt's black bikini shorts. Soon he had removed the briefs, and Matt's erection levered hugely forward. The tip of Matt's cock pressed against the tip of Daniel's, and both boys felt the touch as if it were electric. Matt was breathing heavily, and he said, "I better tie you up now, or THIS bondage fantasy is going to go straight out the window!" Daniel grinned. "I know what you mean. I'd take you right now, but first I want to feel STRETCHED!" He stepped back and held his hands out, wrists pressed together. Matt, too, grinned. He hefted his cock and squeezed it. "I think you'll feel stretched alright, in more ways than one!" Matt leaned over and picked up a coil of soft cotton rope from the lip of the shower basin. Quickly and expertly he tied Daniel's wrists together. An excess of several feet were left, and Matt coiled the excess in his hand. He tugged on the rope and said, "Come on, let's get you strung up!" Matt began to walk toward the corner of the shower room, and Daniel followed, his erect member thrust out parallel with his bound hands, swaying as Daniel walked and throbbing with the boy's strong heartbeat. They stopped under a high ceiling pipe, and Matt threw the coil of rope over the pipe. He pulled on the rope, and Daniel's bound hands moved upward until the boy's arms were fully extended. "A little tighter," Daniel suggested, and Matt grunted in response, pulling the rope taut. Even as tall as Matt was, he was unable to reach up to knot the rope to the high pipe, so he looped it over another pipe that he could reach and pulled it tight. As he pulled, Daniel's arms became rigidly extended, and the boy was raised to his toes. Matt knotted the rope tightly and immediately found ample cause to appreciate the image of the bound figure before him. Daniel's arms were tightly pulled upward, and they provided an elegant, although inverted, frame for the boy's handsome, excited face. His smooth chest and flat belly were taut, stretched out. (Matt always admired the masculine taper of his friend's chest and tummy.) Even the boy's belly button was elongated. He watched the way Daniel's ribs moved under his smooth, tan skin when the boy breathed. Daniel's prominently erect member also moved with his breath- ing, Matt noticed, its tip drawing tight circles in the air. Matt studied the throbbing organ for a moment, and he had a sudden desire to see it, too, restrained. He turned and padded out of the shower without a word, and went straight to the closet where the boys kept their sex toys. He pulled a shoe box from a top shelf and removed a leather cock sheath and several narrow strips of leather binding. He took them back to the shower. Daniel watched the other boy walk in, and he immediately identified the implement. It was a favorite toy of Matt's, and it always seemed to drive the boy wild with desire. (Of course, what it meant was that Matt planned to fuck him first. That was fine with Daniel, because it meant that he would be practically frantic by the time Matt eventually removed the sheath, and the resulting explosion of his own orgasm would be all the more devastating due to his extended sexual frustration.) Matt walked over to Daniel and slid the sheath over Daniel's rigid cock. The sheath fit the boy's member perfectly, and Daniel twitched involuntarily as the rough material slid along his engorged shaft. The sheath had a strap attached to its bottom, and Matt wrapped it around Daniel's balls, drawing them tightly. A leather strip went through a loop on the sheath's upper length, and Matt tied it tightly around Daniel's torso, so that Daniel's cock was bound securely to his trim stomach, and his balls were bound together and elevated. With Daniel standing on tiptoe, his cock was on a level with Matt's, and Matt stepped forward and pulled the boy close. He sought his prisoner's lips, and as they pressed close together, Matt's erect cock rubbed against the leather cock restraint. Matt kissed the boy long and vigorously, his hot lips pressing tightly, and then he moved to one of Daniel's armpits, nibbling on the soft flesh and tangled blonde hairs there. This never failed to excite the smaller boy, and soon Daniel was moaning and wriggling in his bonds. Matt took one hand and rubbed up and down Daniel's back, his fingers sliding past the knobs of Daniel's spine. He left Daniel's armpit moist and moved to the boy's other armpit. Daniel's secret was that he loved to have his armpits caressed by his friend's hot, talented tongue, and each small, playful nibble transported him. He felt a shiver cross his body, and he reveled in the sensations. Just when Daniel felt that he couldn't take any more, Matt moved his tongue to Daniel's belly button, thrusting its tip into the narrow hole. Matt's senses filled with the leathery odor of the cock restraint and the ever-present scent of his friend's sex. A kinky thought struck him, and he leaned his head and bit the sheath, causing the slender boy to gasp. Daniel was right, Matt thought. Having the boy suspended, with his every bodily part accessible and vulnerable, was an immense turn-on, and Matt felt that he should explore every inch of that available body. He slid his mouth down the sheath to Daniel's captive testicles, and he opened his mouth wide and drew them in. He sucked on the cool orbs gently, but noisily, moving them around in their sac with his tongue, and kneading the boy's flesh with his lips. For several minutes he played with them, his cheeks bulging, and the boy's balls left an impression on the inside of Matt's cheeks, one that he could still feel when he released Daniel's balls and slid his hands down the outside of Daniel's slender legs. Matt moved behind the suspended figure and sat down on his knees, at a right angle to his captive. Matt's engorged cock thrust upward and his own balls hung almost to the colored tiles. He took both of his hands and wrapped them around one of Daniel's ankles. He pulled back and up, bending the boy's leg at the knee, and moved one hand so that Daniel's bare foot was cradled in his hands before his face. He lowered his mouth to the sole of Daniel's foot, and he licked the tender, sensitive flesh there. Daniel was still floating along, his scrotum inflamed and his belly afire, when his friend suddenly pulled his leg out from under him. He was left balancing stork-like on one toe, pendular and unsteady, and he was unprepared for the warm, moist presence of Matt's tongue on his bare sole. His senses were aflame, and his heightened awareness amplified the sensations that the other boy imparted to his flesh. Daniel's cock throbbed and hardened, straining in its forced captivity, and a part of Daniel's mind remembered his experience of the night before with the slender girl in this very shower. He had been amazed to see an orgasm ripple through the girl's body as he licked, nipped, and squeezed her tits. From the way he felt now, he COULD achieve such an orgasm, even though his sexual member was trapped and unreachable. Matt released Daniel's foot and grabbed his other ankle. Daniel's form swayed for a moment, until his wet toes found purchase on the tiles. When Matt began to lick and nibble on his other foot, Daniel put his head back and simply reveled in the sensations. Matt had one hand wrapped around Daniel's slender ankle, and his other hand he wrapped around Daniel's toes, holding the boy's foot rigidly as he bent to his task. He nibbled with his teeth at the hard flesh on the ball of Daniel's foot, and he nibbled with his lips at the softer flesh high in the boy's arch. His ministra- tions caused the boy to moan. Matt drew the tip of his tongue slowly and wetly down the exposed center of Daniel's foot, from his heel to his toes, and Daniel swayed. Matt uncovered Daniel's toes and sucked on them. Daniel's cock threatened to rip apart the leather restraint, and the upper tip of the sheath was becoming moist from Daniel's bodily lubrication. His balls, too, were moist, glistening wet partially from Matt's saliva, and partially from the sweat that dripped down from inside the sheath. He felt a peculiar combina- tion of discomfort and pleasure, and he softly gave voice to his feelings. Matt released Daniel's foot when the boy cried out. Daniel was swaying on the ropes, unable to gain footing with his wet toes on the slick shower tiles. Matt steadied Daniel's ankles long enough for him to regain his tenuous stance, and then Matt came to his own feet. He walked back around to Daniel's front, and wrapped his arms around the boy, for a moment holding the boy's slender form clasped closely. Matt's cock pressed against the other boy's cock restraint, and his sexual urgency came into sharp focus. His right leg was wet from his own pre-cum, and his breath came rasping, quick. Daniel opened his eyes and looked at his friend. Matt's face was reddened from excitement, his engorged cock throbbed palpably against Daniel's belly, and Daniel could feel Matt's nipples pressed against his chest, standing up like little buttons. Matt's urgency was obvious to Daniel, so he leaned his head forward and whispered into Matt's ear. "Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me now!" The other boy needed no further encouragement. He gave the bound boy a hot, grateful look, and his hands groped for Daniel's legs. Daniel pulled himself upward with his bound arms and wrapped his slender legs around Matt, looping his ankles behind the bigger boy's muscular butt. Matt placed one hand on Daniel's thigh to support and stabilize the boy, and then he reached into the circle of Daniel's legs to his own cock. The throbbing, extended organ was slick with pre-cum, and Matt ran his fingers around the head, spreading the natural lubricant there. He moved his hand from his cock to Daniel's other thigh, and he hitched the boy's legs higher, so that Daniel's ankles were in the small of his back. This bent Daniel's lower body forward and brought the boy's hungry asshole into alignment with its hot opposite. Matt returned his hand to his cock, and took its tip in his fingers. He pressed it against the slender boy's sphincter muscle, pushing impatiently until his hardness overcame Daniel's resistance, and he slid inside. Daniel felt the massive cock enter his bowels, and he felt the familiar sensation of fullness as Matt's shaft came fully inside him. Acting instinctively, he scissored his knees inward, locking himself to Matt's middle torso, leaving the other boy's hips free to thrust and plunge. Matt took a half-step rearward, dragging Daniel's lower body with him, so that the boy's arms reached up to the ceiling and his back was curved so that his ass pressed tightly to Matt's groin. Matt's cock was enveloped in warmth, and he unconsciously pulled back until the inside edge of his corona just contacted the boy's sphincter. Then he pressed his shaft forward, slowly, up to its base. He pulled rearward once more, unconsciously judging the limits of his movements, and he began to thrust, slowly at first, and then vigorously. Daniel felt the living mass moving within him, and Matt's large, veined cock plumbed him to his very depths. Daniel's prostate gland became excited from the sensations and it echoed a message to the boy's own bound cock, which throbbed within its leathery restraint. If Daniel had a free hand, he would definitely have been stroking his eager member, but, bound as he was, he could only ride with the situation, giving voice to his pleasure and excitement. Daniel's cries acted as an effective stimulus for Matt, and he became frenzied in his movements. His hips moved strongly and smoothly in a rhythmic manner while his eyes became half-lidded and his breathing became hurried. His hands had slipped around to the meaty parts of Daniel's buttocks, and his fingers left pressure marks on the boy's ass cheeks. Having given himself entirely to instinctive movements, Matt was hardly aware of his mounting urgency. A warmth was forming in his belly, and his nerves tingled. At each thrust, his hairy, muscular buttocks would cinch and his back would arch. At each reversal, his breath would explode hotly, and he would thrust again. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of Daniel's ass, and he leaned his head back and gave voice to his own feelings. Daniel could not help but pick up the rhythm. He dug his ankles into Matt's ass when the boy plunged far forward, and clamped his knees to Matt's side when the boy made the long slide rearward. Daniel tightened his asshole, milking Matt's large cock. He could feel his captive balls slapping against Matt's corded belly, and he could feel the breeze beneath his ass when Matt's hairy balls swung past. Daniel's cock was pressed tightly against his belly and the leather restraint was wet against his navel. Matt thrust again and again, but smoothly slowing. Some part of him felt the nearness of the coming explosion, and he slowed, willing the moment to sustain itself. His body shuddered with the effort, and his efforts were soon rewarded. A racking contraction passed across his gut, clinching his ass, and constricting his scrotum. His nervous system tingled along its pathways. Another contraction hit him, and he exploded into ecstacy. He screamed out his victory and his joy, and his very soul was immersed in the delirium of great sexual release. A hot mass of cum shot from Matt's tip, buried deep within Daniel's bowel. The bound boy could feel the hot liquid mass as it pushed past his sphincter, and his guts filled with its warmth. Again, Matt's nerves fired, his pelvis plunged forward, and his cock throbbed milky cum. His senses were aflame, nerves all firing simultaneously, and his vision was a velvety white fog. He rode the sensations as a surfer would ride a big wave, and his breath came erratically and quickly. For a third and final time, Matt's musculature shuddered hugely, his nerves fired, and his cock rocketed forward in response. His testicles rendered their load in one last torrent, and hot sensation enveloped the boy. Then he stood still, his member deep within his partner, his muscles and nerves dancing nervously. His breath was ragged and unsteady, and he leaned bonelessly against his captive friend. For a time, the slender boy tied to the pipe supported them both, his knees pressed tightly against his lover, his arms and hands achingly restrained. Matt came slowly back to the world. The sensations and the pleasure that had dominated him turned back into its self and slowly faded. He was left with just the tingling afterglow and he opened his eyes. The strength returned to his body and his back straightened. The power of his just-spent orgasm amazed him, and he regarded his friend with something akin to awe. The slender boy bound before him provided him with so much pleasure, and so often, that Matt thought that he would need the rest of his life just to repay him. His arms went out to the captive, and he held the slender boy tightly. After a time, Matt's breathing slowed, and he took his hands and placed them on Daniel's thighs. Responding to the unspoken signal, Daniel relaxed his leg muscles and allowed the other boy to dismount. Even with Matt's cock passive, it was a long, tense slide out and Daniel breathed easier when the massive head pulled wetly past his muscular ring. Only then did he become aware of the condition of his own member. His cock throbbed painfully in the constraining sheath, and he groaned. His legs fell to the floor and he swayed for a brief moment, until his toes glanced against the top of Matt's toes. He pressed his toes to the top of Matt's bony knuckles and pushed downward, elevating himself and taking part of the pressure off his bound hands and arms. "Ohhhh!" Daniel cried in relief. Matt smiled at the boy, his eyes alive with humor and appreciation, and he clasped the boy close. As their chests and bellies met, Matt became aware of the wetness on his belly from Daniel's now saturated sheath. Immediately he knew that the boy had suffered throughout his own pleasure, and he resolved to pay the slender boy back in kind. He released the boy and stepped back, gently pulling his feet out from under Daniel's toes. "Thanks, buddy!" he said. "Now I'm gonna cut you down and work on your cock some!" "Cool!" said Daniel, hungrily. "I'm ready!" He looked up as Matt untied the rope above his head. Matt slowly slid the rope upward, and Daniel's full weight returned and he stood flat footed on the shower tiles. His arms fell to his front, and his bound wrists rested on the wet cock sheath. Matt pulled the rest of the rope over the pipe, and then he looked at his friend. Daniel stood eagerly, the anticipation clear on his face. Matt decided contrarily to preserve the erotic tension, and he pulled on the rope that restrained the smaller boy's wrists and said, in a rough voice, "C'mon." Daniel yanked back on the rope. "Hey!" he cried. "What's this shit? Isn't it my turn yet?" His body shook with emotion, his face colored. Matt placidly planted his feet and set his back. He began to pull on the rope, reeling the boy toward him. "Your turn," he said, "is when my turn's over. And I've decided to extend my turn, because I want to be in complete control of you until you come! Okay?" Daniel fought back as he was pulled forward by his wrists, but his resentment was mostly spent, and his emphatic sexual need reasserted itself. He would go along with the bigger boy for now, he thought, but later he would get even. The important thing was that he was burning, tense and anxious, and he needed his friend's willing cooperation to find relief. Only then would he worry about being released from his restraints and getting even. Matt observed the battling emotions on his friend's face, and he felt relief himself when he saw Daniel gave in to greater prac- ticality. "Shit, Matt! This ain't fair!" Daniel said. His words sounded harsh, but the boy came along willingly enough. Matt grinned and clasped an arm around Daniel's shoulders. "Don't sweat, buddy. I'll take care of you. Let's just move this act onto the bed." In his mind's eye, he was seeing Daniel in further bondage, but he wondered if the other boy would cooperate. Daniel, as if reading the other boy's mind, looked at his friend. "Hey, Matt. Are you gonna untie me?" Matt smiled at the slender boy. "In due time. But first I wanna give your cock everything I gave the rest of your body!" He reached over with his other hand and clasped the leather sheath. "Ohhhh," Daniel groaned. "I dunno if I can take much more!" Matt squeezed Daniel's shoulders. "Hush, buddy. Trust me." Daniel shook his head glumly, but a hint of a smile worked at the corners of his mouth. "Trustin' you, lover, is killin' me," he said. Matt laughed out loud. "Jus' hang on a little longer." The boys had reached the bed. Matt removed his arm from Daniel's shoulder, and he untied the leather strap around Daniel's mid- section. He moved around to Daniel's front. The sodden cock restraint fell to a jutting position, throbbing in time with the boy's heartbeat. Matt put his hands on Daniel's shoulders and backed the boy into a position near the center of the bed. "Just lay down on your back, Dan, and I'll have that cock cover off in a minute." Daniel sat on the bed and then reclined onto his back. Instead of going directly to Daniel, Matt, however, stepped to the nightstand and opened it. Daniel could scarcely believe that his friend was withdrawing more items of restraint, but even in his advanced state of erotic need, his curiosity was ignited. Daniel simply loved to be in bondage, and his muscular lover was ingenious in dreaming up new bondage techniques. Daniel hoped that Matt would not take the time to tie him spreadeagled to the bed. Such complexity, however, was not Matt's intention. He returned to the slender boy carrying two coils of rope. "I'm gonna tie you to the bed, and then I'm gonna take off the cock cover. Okay?" "Yeah, but let's get it over with." Daniel wriggled his hips to emphasize his point. "Alrighty," Matt said agreeably, "put your feet together." Daniel complied, and Matt quickly bound his ankles together, knotting the soft ropes tightly. Matt tied another rope to the rope between the boy's ankles, and he tossed that rope under the old bed. Daniel began to get an idea of what was coming, and his excitement did not abate. Matt walked around the bed to Daniel's head. He reached under the bed and withdrew the rope. "Gimme your hands," he said. Daniel held his hands up in the air in front of his face, and Matt looped the rope through the restraints on his wrist. He pulled Daniel's arms up over Daniel's head, and he pulled the part of the rope that passed under the bed taut. He fed the excess through the boy's hand restraints, and then he leaned back, pulling on the rope. This motion tightened up the rope at Daniel's wrists and ankles, and Daniel was pulled tightly down onto the bed. Matt knotted the rope at Daniel's wrists and stepped back to admire his handiwork. The boy was laying across the bed sideways, with his ankles pressed against the lower bed rail and his toes just above the floor, and his hands were bound over his head. Again, the slender boy's body was stretched out, and his belly button was elongated. Matt noted this last with surprise, because he had never considered himself a belly-button man. Daniel, he knew, WAS, though, and some part of the other boy's fascination with the tiny reminder of procreation must be rubbing off on him. Matt was bemused. Daniel brought him out of his reverie. "I know what they mean when they say 'fit to be tied' now! Are you gonna jus' stand there?" The tip of the boy's restrained cock wavered angrily in its captivity when Daniel spoke. Matt chuckled at the boy's tender plight. "Hold up, buddy," he said. "I'm with ya!" "Yeah," Daniel grumbled, "none too soon!" Matt crawled onto the bed and lay on his side with his head near Daniel's crotch. The smell of the cock sheath, old cowhide and cum, was overpowering, and Matt could feel his own cock tightening. He undid the strap that held Daniel's balls, letting them fall free. Rather than remove the sheath, though, he bent his head to the boy's scrotum. "Hey!" Daniel complained. "Will you QUIT FUCKING AROUND?" He lifted his head and glared at the bigger boy. "Now, now, patience, Dan! I'm trying to complete a master- piece down here." Matt then grinned wickedly. He warned, "Don't make me hafta GAG you!" "You wouldn't, you son of a bitch!" Daniel cried indignantly. "Wanta dare me?" Matt quickly responded. "You wouldn't FUCKIN' DARE, you asshole," Daniel said. "Ooooh! I wouldn't fuckin' dare, huh? Well, you're in for it now, buddy." He started to climb off the bed. Matt's cock was again rigid by this time, and he was enjoying himself immensely. Daniel, too, in some perverse way was enjoying himself. He well knew when he baited his friend that the probable result would be a gag in his mouth, but he could no more avoid making the dare than he could fly. Matt reappeared with a long bath towel, which he tore into strips in front of the bound boy. "Wouldn't fuckin' dare, huh?" he said. "What do you think of this?" "I didn't think you had it in you, you shithead." Daniel played his part with high drama. "Ooooh," Matt said. "Such profanity! I can't expose my tender ears to such foul language!" He held the strips up in front of Daniel's eyes. "Are you gonna shut up right now, or do you wanna get this gag?" "FUCK YOU!" Daniel cried. "Okay," Matt said. "If that's how you wanna play it." He climbed back onto the bed and he straddled the boy's bound arms with his knees. "One last chance?" Matt said. "EAT ME!" Daniel said. "I intend to!" Matt said, smiling. He pressed a strip of the soft cloth down along the boy's lips, and Daniel opened his mouth, allowing the material to slide between his teeth. Matt looped the strip under Daniel's head and pulled th Chapter 7 Taylor's Plot Daniel and Matt were laying naked in bed, having just completed a rousing round of sex that had left them panting and perspiring. They were on their backs, and Daniel had his head resting on Matt's shoulder and muscular bicep. Daniel's long blonde hair on Matt's shoulder contrasted sharply with Matt's tanned skin. "Uhmmm, Matt?" Daniel said. "Un-huh?" Matt reached his hand over Daniel's shoulder, bringing his fingers to rest at Daniel's left nipple. Idly, he massaged the little button with his fingertips. "I been talking to Taylor again." Daniel ran his hand along Matt's side, his fingers seeking the relative softness of Matt's muscular buttocks. "Too much of that could be dangerous, boyo." Matt no longer felt uncomfortable when his friend talked of their shapely down- stairs neighbor, because he had decided that he could accept, if not understand, his bisexual friend's interest. "She thinks you're sexy." Daniel kneaded Matt's flesh with his fingers and palm. "Huh! I AM sexy!" Matt laughed. "But you're all the lover either she or I need." "Didn't you get off on watchin' us, that first time?" Daniel asked. "Hmmmm." Matt thought for a moment. "I guess I got off seein' you get off." He plucked at the slender boy's nipple. "But that doesn't mean I'd get off with her. First, I gotta WANT to be with someone." "Well, you seemed pretty interested in her suckin' you, that time," Daniel said. "That was just friction," Matt said. "Besides, I was lookin' at you all the time, and the sight of your naked body always makes me horny." "I'll be sorry the day I don't make you horny!" Daniel chuckled. "I didn't tell you about Taylor's fantasy." "Oh?" "Yeah. She wants to be fucked in her cunt and her ass at the same time. I keep thinkin' about that." "Hmmmm," Matt said, noncommittally. "I'd have to be one to take her ass, because your cock's so big, it'd break her asshole." "Hmmmm," Matt said again. "Why don't I fuck your ass and you can let Taylor fuck your dick?" "Well," said Daniel, "I kinda envisioned that as phase two." Matt chuckled again. "Been givin' this lots of thought, huh?" "Yeah..." The boys lapsed into silence for a time. At length, Daniel spoke. "Would you do it, Matt, for me?" The silence intensified. Daniel turned on his side so he could look Matt in the face. Matt's brows were knotted, and his eyes seemed unfocused. "Matt?" he prompted. "Ah, hell, Daniel!" Matt looked at the slender boy and shook his head. "You sure want a lot from me!" Daniel reached out and touched his fingers to Matt's cock shaft. "And I give a lot, don't I?" Matt's frown deepened into consternation when his cock began to respond to Daniel's attentions. "This is blackmail!" Matt said. "Yeah," said Daniel, leaning over his friend's hips, guiding Matt's large cock toward his mouth. "But you'll do it, right?" "Shit!" said Matt. "Here we go again." And, to Daniel, that implied tacit consent. He wrapped his lips around Matt's large head. A remaining taste of cum was in the slit, and Daniel dipped the tip of his tongue into the opening. Sweet blackmail. * * * The phone was answered on the second ring. "Hey, Taylor" "Oh, hi Danny, whatchu doin'" said Taylor, in her smokey southern-girl voice. "Oh, nuthin' much," Daniel responded. "Jus' sittin' here, waiting for Matt to get home." "I'm not up to much each, Danny." Taylor fulfilled her part of the traditional Georgia telephone greeting, but she sounded puzzled. "You still all hot for gettin' my boyfriend in bed?" asked Daniel. "You better believe it!" Taylor said, her interest quickening. "Well, I talked with him about it last night." "Oh," said Taylor, "and what did he allow?" "I told him about your fantasy, you know, two cocks? And he said that he'd do it as a favor to me. I told him that he'd have to take your front, because he was too big for your ass." Taylor laughed. "Good thinkin', Danny, he stretched my mouth last time!" "I know what you mean, Taylor!" said Daniel. "He stretches me, even now." "When we gettin' together?" Taylor inquired. "Come on up tonight, Taylor." "Uh, Danny?" "Yeah?" "He's really not like you, is he? I mean, uh, what if he can't get hard with me?" "Don't worry about that, Taylor," Daniel said. "I'll be hard enough, jus' lookin' at you, and me bein' hard never fails to get Matt hard!" "I think he was getting hard tying me up on your birthday." Taylor said, "But, uh, does it take ropes to get him hard?" Daniel was quiet for a moment. "Not for us, Taylor, it's just a game. But I might have an idea about that, too." "Huh?" "All ya gotta do is tie me up with Matt around. You know it's what I like, and Matt thinks it's sexy as shit. Uh, that's not what I meant to say. I'm sorry, Taylor." The girl's husky voice laughed. "Don't ever apologize about language to me, Danny. Besides, how you gonna take part if you're all tied up?" "Jus' tie me up for the start, Taylor. You and Matt can get your fuckin' done, and then you can untie me. But be sure I can watch you two!" "Why, hell yes, Danny!" Taylor said. "Having you watch is gonna be half the turnon!" "And havein' me in on its gonna be the rest, right, Taylor?" "Of course!" said the slender girl. "When's Matt goin' to be home?" "In about thirty minutes. That enough time?" "I'm coming right up." * * * Matt opened the door and walked in. He turned and set his book bag down by the door. The day was hot, and he could hardly wait to get out of his sweaty clothes. He pushed his sneakers off with his toes, and stood on one foot at a time to remove his socks. Still facing the door, he crossed his arms and grasped the lower edges of his tee shirt. In one smooth, coordinated motion, he pulled the garment up and over his head, exposing his muscular, hairy chest and belly. Only then did Matt turn back toward the large main room of the loft apartment. His eyes widened when he saw the room's other occupant. His lover and friend, Daniel, was on the apartment's large, old bed, nude, with his hands tied to the bedposts. Daniel was slumped against the wooden footboard, and he was gagged. The slender boy turned his head when Matt looked his way. "Mmmmphle," the boy said, into his gag. Matt glanced around the room and saw nothing amiss, and then started walking over to his friend. His eyes took in his friend's bound form. Daniel's arms were extended to each side with his wrists knotted to the high bedposts. The boy was reclined against the head board. He was also roped tightly at his ankles. Daniel's cock was half-erect. Matt crossed the room to the securely bound boy, feeling his own cock stir in his jeans. "What happened to you?" he said. "I know you didn't do this to yourself!" He reached for the gag in his friend's mouth, and removed it. "Taylor," Daniel said simply, a smile on his handsome face. Matt grinned ruefully. "I shoulda known! Where is she?" "In the bathroom, waitin' for you to get here!" Daniel turned his head toward the apartment's restroom. "Taylor! Come on out here, girl!" Matt turned and looked toward the bathroom. The slender girl appeared in the doorway, wearing just a cowboy hat and a pair of cowboy boots. She grinned at the taller boy and her eyes twinkled as she clumped her way across the loft. Daniel twisted his head around to watch the girl's entrance. When Taylor had left him tied to the bed posts, she had been wearing a tee shirt, jeans, and the boots. He took in the cowboy hat, the way her small, tidy breasts bobbed when she walked, and the girl's curly tangle of pubic hair. His cock stiffened. Matt watched the shapely girl walk across the floor toward him, and he smiled at the sight of her. The boots were several times too large for her, and her slender legs were lost inside of them. Taylor had wrapped her hair up under the hat, and her pretty face looked almost boyish. Taylor's eyes were on Matt's chest and face. She liked the way his nipples stood out on his massive pectorals, and the way his stomach muscles corded about his front. She admired his masculine figure, and the excellent tan he wore. Matt glanced over at his friend. Daniel's interest in the woman was highly obvious, and Matt chuckled. He turned to face the girl. "Well, Taylor," he said, "it looks like you're a cowgirl tonight. I, uh, see that you done lassoed my partner." Taylor came to a stop in front of Matt, her fists pressed against the feminine flair of her hips. "That's right, Matt, and 'tweren't no trouble a'tall," she said, in an exaggerated western twang. "And if YOU give me any trouble, I'll lasso you, too!" Matt grinned broadly. "Why, that might be fun, Taylor." "Careful what you wish for there, pardner," said the naked girl, in her smokey voice. "You just might get branded!" "Ohhh," said Matt, shivering, "I wouldn't want that!" "Then you just better mind your manners!" Taylor turned and clumped toward the bed. "Now Matt, you come over here and help me with these here boots." "Yes'm," said Matt, and he followed the girl. Taylor sat on the edge of the bed. Daniel watched with interest. Matt came to stand in front of the girl. "Now, turn around, Matt, and pull these boots off me." Obediently, Matt turned his back to the girl, and Taylor nudged her booted foot up between his legs. She pressed her other boot against his ass. "Now pull!" Matt grasped the leather boot and tugged. It slid easily free. He had a glimpse of Taylor's red-painted toenails, and then the girl was presenting her other foot. At her command, and with her foot pressing against his ass cheek, he pulled it off. Matt set the boots down by the bed, and turned again to face the girl. Taylor was leaning back on her elbows, with her arms just inches away from the bound legs of the captive Daniel. "Wouldn't you like to slip out of those things?" she asked, looking up at the tall boy. "I reckon so, ma'am," Matt said. "Then I'll help you," Taylor said, and she lithely rose from the bed. She stopped for a moment and looked back toward Daniel. "I don't reckon I'll be needing this, pardner," she said, taking the hat from her head and placing it on the head of the captive boy. "You watch it for me, you hear?" Taylor stood in front of Matt, her head level with his chest. "Ah, God," she said, "you're a big un, cowboy!" Her hands went to his crotch, rubbing his cock through the denim jeans he wore. Matt looked down at the smaller woman. He could feel his cock begin to respond to the girl's caresses. He looked at his bound friend on the bed, and Daniel winked at him under the brim of the hat. Taylor unbuckled Matt's belt and unsnapped his jeans. She slid the zipper down and pushed the garment out of the way. Matt wore cotton briefs, and Taylor could see the outline of his cock and balls through the fabric. She grasped the briefs at his waist line and pulled them off his slim hips. Matt's cock, freed, spiraled lazily forward. Taylor, as before, was immensely impressed by Matt's big cock. It seemed huge and perfect to the girl. She looked at the network of large veins that supported the organ, and she wanted to take it into her mouth. Already, she was imagining the big organ filling her lower tunnel, and thinking about it made her moist. She sank to her knees, forgetting all about her cowgirl persona. Matt watched as Taylor guided his semi-erect cock into her mouth, and Taylor began to suck and nibble on his head. The girl's efforts had a quick effect on the boy's tool, and it soon began to swell. Within minutes it was erect, pointing outward toward the face of the slender girl. She worked the end of Matt's cock. The size of his head nearly filled her entire mouth, and Taylor could feel his large veins pulsate against her lips. She concentrated her actions at the lower base of his corona, exciting the densely packed nerve clusters there. She soon had Matt breathing heavily. Taylor deliberately limited her motions to the end of Matt's cock. She was determined to have the boy come inside of her, and she did not want to squander a single drop of his cum until his hard, throbbing shaft was within her moist folds. Taylor felt a slickness of cool precum in her mouth, and she knew that the boy was nearing the point of ejaculation, even with her limiting his oral stimulation. She immediately released his cock and withdrew her head from his crotch. Matt's erect member, deprived of the girl's tender mouth, wavered angrily, thrusting forward from Matt's groin like a prong. "You're too much for me there, Matt," the girl said. "Why don't you kick off those pants and come on over to the bed with me?" Matt felt a little bit disoriented. He had been experiencing a steady progression that would lead to his exploding, and he seemed somewhat dazed by the interruption. Numbly, he nodded at the slender woman, and he shrugged out of his jeans and shorts, leaving them pooled on the floor. Taylor had crawled onto the bed, and she rested on one elbow, waiting for the tall boy to join her. Daniel obligingly moved his bound ankles to one side, making room on the bed for his two friends. Daniel had watched the shapely girl as she gave Matt the blow- job, and his own cock was throbbingly erect. A drop of clear juice glistened at his piss-hole. Matt joined the girl and the captive on the bed. As he climbed aboard, he glanced at the bound boy. He saw how Daniel had his bound legs drawn up beside himself with his arms outstretched. The position caused his torso to flex alluringly, and Matt thought that Daniel looked his sexiest. He turned his attention to the woman. Taylor pressed her hands against Matt's hairy chest, pushing him down with his back against the sheets. "For now," she said, "you just lay there. Let me do all the work." This seemed like a good enough plan to Matt, so he allowed the slender girl to push him down. "Okay, Taylor," he said, "I'm yours to do anything you want with me." Taylor climbed up so that her legs straddled Matt's lower chest. She grabbed Matt's wrists and pushed his arms out and onto the bed sheet. For a moment, she remained there, her weight on his torso and her hands holding his arms outward. She looked down at her captured male, her lips only inches from his. She leaned down and brushed her lips against Matt's, and then she pressed more tightly against him in a deep kiss. Matt, with his muscular body pinned beneath the lighter weight woman, his thoughts enigmatic, responded to the woman's touch. He pressed his own lips tightly against hers, and the two met in a passionate, wet kiss. After some time, Taylor pulled away from his lips. She released Matt's wrists, but she patted his forearms firmly, indicating that the boy should allow his arms to remain there. She straightened slightly, and then she kissed the boy again, but briefly. She shinnied down his torso so that her moist sex rested against his throbbing cock, and she bent forward to nip lightly at Matt's nipples. Then Taylor remembered the bound boy. As much as she wanted to feel Matt's large member buried deeply within her cunt, she decided that she also wanted her smaller male friend to partici- pate. "I'm gonna untie Danny now," she told Matt. "You just lay there exactly as you are, cause I'll be right back." She climbed off Matt's body and pivoted on her knees over to Daniel. The captive Daniel grinned at her, his eyes twinkling under the broad brim of the western hat. Matt watched her progress, thinking that she and his friend made a likely-looking couple, both of them slender and graceful, and of a size. Briefly he considered the thought that he might lose his friend to the slender woman, but then the thought occurred to him that he had to acknowledge the difference between love and possessiveness, and he had to trust his own feelings toward the boy, and trust also that they were reciprocated. Of this, Matt was confident, and he let the thought slip away as he simply enjoyed watching his two slender friends. Taylor had released one of Daniel's wrists, and she began unknotting the rope around his ankles while Daniel untied the rope at his other wrist. They both finished at the same time, and Daniel's hands caught the slender girl's hips. Taylor brushed the cowboy hat from Daniel's head. Daniel leaned forward, and the two exchanged a kiss, while Matt watched lazily. "Thanks, Taylor!" Daniel said. "I'm ready to be a part of what you guys are doin.'" "Wouldn't have it any other way. Wanna give me a hand with your big buddy there?" She aimed a thumb over her shoulder, in the general direction of the muscular boy, and then she turned to look at him. Matt had been left alone only for a moment, but he had disobediently rolled onto his side. He had one fisted hand supporting his head, and his other hand massaging his erect cock. Matt's encircled member throbbed with his breathing and heartbeat, and a thread of transparent fluid shimmered from his piss-slit. Taylor glared at Matt in mock severeness, and Matt grinned ruefully, which caused Daniel to chuckle at the pair. "Well, folks," said Matt, "what did you expect? Don't I get to watch?" "Oh," said Taylor, "you get to do a lot more than just watch. And seeing you on your side like that gives me an idea." She looked at Daniel conspiratorially. "We could make an oreo cookie!" "Yeah!" said Daniel. "And you could be the icing in the middle!" "Un-huh," said Taylor, nodding cutely. "I'm already creaming." "Ohhhh," Matt groaned at Taylor's comment, but Daniel laughed. Taylor laid down beside Matt, stretching her lean, shapely body sinuously, like a cat. She placed her right hand under her head, and her left hand went to Matt's fist, stilling his self- massage. "Wouldn't you rather let me wrap myself around that, Matt?" Taylor asked, smiling at the muscular boy. Matt grinned. "Well," he said, "you got me this far." "And I can take you ALL the way. Just watch this." Taylor wiggled closer to Matt, and she hitched a leg over his. Her head was even with the taller boy's chin, and she burrowed her hand deep between them. She grasped Matt's swollen member and guided it upward between her thighs. The head of his shaft was slick with Matt's juice, and she handled it carefully, snuggling it up into her own juicy warmth. Daniel watched the pair, eager for an opportunity to jump in. Taylor's ass was like a beacon to him, its creamy-skinned expanse filling his vision. His cock tingled as he gazed deeply between her cheeks at her puckered, muscular ring. His mind echoed his cock's throbbing desire, and he moved to the girl. Taylor slipped downward on Matt's shaft, impaling herself on its hardness. She locked her leg over Matt's and used it lever herself down. Matt felt himself sliding into the warm tunnel, and he looked down at the slender girl. In an instant, he was enveloped in her liquid warmth. Daniel slipped an arm over Taylor's shapely flair of hip, and moved himself into position at her ass. Taylor concentrated on her movements as she pulled herself upward. She locked her arms around Matt's neck. Matt responded by thrusting his hips forward. Taylor pivoted on her lower hip and her leg, and she let Matt control their movements. Daniel was glad that Taylor became still, because he was trying to line his own member up with the girl's asshole. When she became relatively still, he pushed his cock head against her glory hole. He had to push hard to overcome her resistance, and then his cock slid past the muscular ring and deep into the bowels of Taylor. Taylor felt the pressure at her rear, and then a sudden sensation that took her breath away as Daniel pushed his mass into her. She felt an encompassing fullness between her legs, and the sensation was incredible. In front, she had the reassuring and comforting hardness in her cunt, and, in back, she had the fiery presence of the other boy's hardness. Slowly at first, and then with increasing strength, Matt began thrusting himself into the girl. Taylor's moist tunnel enclosed his flesh, milking the boy's cock in a soft, gentle manner. Daniel, too, set up a rhythmic motion, but in the girl's other orifice. This tighter ring clutched at him hotly as he thrust his cock to its base in her steamy gut. Daniel thought that it was a familiar sensation, very like the heat and snugness he always experienced with his male friend. He braced a hand on her hip and swiveled his hips back and forth, plunging deeply into the girl. Matt began to feel the heat of their contact, and he gave voice to the experience, moaning as he rocked back and forth. His hands clutched at the slender woman's back, pressing the side of her face against his. The two were breathing rapidly, and their perspiration sizzled on their naked flesh where ever they touched. Daniel concentrated on his own movements, keeping the rhythm going as he plunged into and out of the hot depths. His own voice was given to the effort, and he closed his eyes tightly. Taylor was receiving a dual stimulation. Her moist cunt ached deliciously, sending waves of cool sensation through her nervous system, while her ass pounded hot sensation against her spine and lower back. Matt cried out loudly, and his back arched, sending his hard member deep into the girl's folds. He recoiled quickly and thrust again. His eyes, like Daniel's, were closed, and he leaned his head back, so that his hot breath was at the girl's hairline. Even in the depths of sensation, Taylor sensed that the larger boy was about to come, and she used her strong arms and her leg that she had draped over the boy to pull him close. Her breasts flattened against Matt's chest. The cool sensation that had formed in her cunt was flooding her senses, overcoming even the fiery heat in her gut. Her body tensed, and she rode the first wave of passion as it washed over her. Daniel, too, was near coming, and the sudden excited cries of his friend provided the impetus to propel him to his own peak. Matt's buttocks clinched, his breath exploded, and his cock shot a hot load of cum deep into the girl's moist tunnel. A blast of sensation struck the boy as this happened, and he gasped as his nerves tingled fire. Matt's powerful thrusts had repeatedly excited that secret part of Taylor that empowered her sexual response, and her cunt shot out emphatic beams of pure sensation that overcame the girl's conscious control and carried her to the depths of ecstacy. Daniel, too, was acting instinctively. His efforts had carried him to the very brink of passion, and his own nerve- enwrapped member started the chain reaction that took his breath, clutched at his balls, and shot fire into his gut. He heaved in gusty relief and shot a load of his own into the girl. Matt cinched again, and shot another creamy pulse of milky white cum into the girl. Daniel shivered in his ecstacy, and his force regathered, exploding once again into the girl. Taylor was riding the crests of her own orgasm, and she yipped her joy. Matt felt the relief of great release, and he was left panting. He loosened his hold on the girl, and only then did he become aware of the excited cries of both Taylor and Daniel. Daniel's ardor was weakening, but his body recoiled and was able to marshal one more ejaculation. His hips thrust forward, tightening his buttocks, and pressing his balls against the smooth flesh of the girl. The last of his hot cum sputtered into the girl's gut, and Daniel suddenly felt that a great pressure was lifted from him. He breathed out in relief, and then he limply relaxed to enjoy the tingling afterglow of his experience. Matt, too, was experiencing the tingling aftershocks, and his body shivered at the memory of his great passion. Taylor was still experiencing her coming, as concentric waves of electric sensation wrapped themselves around her. The power of the waves began to lessen, and then to fade. In a short time, the pleasure had fallen back in on itself, and Taylor sank down quietly, panting, to earth, and again found herself pressed between the hot bodies of the two boys. Their hardness was still within her, and the three of them were still for a time, quiet, each thinking their own thoughts. Finally Matt stirred, and he gently disengaged himself from the slender woman. Taylor smiled lazily at him, and Matt smiled back. Daniel rested his face on his shoulder for a short time, until his breathing steadied, and then he realized that he was still inside the woman. He shinnied downward and pulled his member out of the girl. He felt the tightness clutch at his cock head as it passed through the girl's muscular opening, and he marveled at it. Taylor was finally free, and she fell onto her back, luxuri- ously still after the fire of her passionate response. Daniel and Matt found themselves face to face over the woman, and they searched each other's faces. Daniel thought that Matt looked like he had enjoyed his experience with the girl, and Daniel could hardly wait to ask Matt to describe what he had felt. Matt thought that Daniel looked satisfied and relieved, and he realized that Daniel could not have predicted how he would respond to the slender girl. (Matt already knew what he would tell Daniel: it was just friction. But in the back of his mind, he wondered.) Taylor stirred, and she hooked a hand around each of the boys' necks and pulled them close. "I'm a lucky girl," she said, "to have the attentions of TWO handsome men at the same time. Wanna do it again?" Matt looked at the girl in disbelief, and Daniel laughed aloud. And so ends chapter 7 of A Bondage Story. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/boys-crime-and-punishment/boys-crime-and-punishment-5 | Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 11:25:06 CST From: Ross Boy Subject: A boys crime and punishment Part V Hi. Thank you to all the people who have sent messages of encouragement (and prodding to continue). Sorry for the long break, but things have been busy, and I have had the odd technical problem. But that's not what you want to hear. So, here is part V to A Boys Crime and Punishment. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part V Josh and I got up from the chair, switched off the computer and went back to his room. I suddenly felt strange walking around naked in Josh's house, covered in drying cum. I knew nobody was home, but I still felt uncomfortable. We got back to his room and we hugged again. Only this time our bodies stuck together as we pulled away. Sticky goo trailed between us for a second before breaking. Looking around, I noticed the posters that were on his wall were mostly of guys. Wow, he even had a picture of Matthew Lloyd, full forward for the Essendon Football Team . He's definitely one of my favourites. His room is a lot bigger than mine, and he even has a double bed, compared to my single. There was a TV and video player, and a walk-in robe. I followed him in there only to be facing two naked guys! Wait a sec, those two guys were us. I hate full length mirrors! "Ross babe, what do you think I should wear. This blue shirt with these shorts?" "Forget those, put these on sexy!" I had been searching through his things, and held up a pair of red speedos. Josh laughed and said, "OK, but only if you put this on". Josh went to the back of his wardrobe and pulled out a small bundle of black cloth and threw it at me. I grabbed it as it hit my face and pulled it away to find a black satin g-string! We gave each other wicked grins and pulled them on as quick as we could and then ran out into the bedroom. We stood apart and admired each other. I looked over his near naked body taking in his smooth skin and taught physic. I love the way his ruffled, soft, dark hair falls into his eyes. He's gorgeous. I allowed my eyes to fall to the red speedos. His dick, half hard, stretched down towards the right resting on his tight balls, which were making a nice outline of their own. I could make out the distinct shape of its head, with its large ridge and the curved slope towards the tip. I was practically drooling. "Damn you look good Josh, why haven't I ever seen you in those before, and where do you ever wear this g-string?" "well,, the speedos are just for swimming at home, and for when I am trying to get a tan. And the g-string, is well, so that I can get a better 'all over' tan. And I thought it may come in handy some day." "Well, I am not sure if I feel comfortable with this thing between my crack..." "Here, let me see." Josh walked behind me to get a look at the 'string'. He ran his hands down the length of my back and cupped my bare cheeks. His fingers then poked under the thin fabric and followed it down between my buns. His finger lightly ran across my puckered hole, and I could feel the hairs on my neck stand tall. By reflex my cheeks clenched and for a second trapped his probing fingers. He lent forward and kissed me on the back of my neck. I let my head fall back and rubbed it against his. he moved his face against mine, and kissed me on the side. Wack! "Ouch!" The bastard had snapped the string against my butt! I turned around and tackled him to the ground, making a grab for his balls. I was going to get my revenge this time. I found my prize, and gave them a light tug to let him know that I was in control. He stopped squirming and grabbed my arms, trying to release his precious jewels, but I wasn't about to give up. After a few seconds he realised that I wasn't going to let go in a hurry and just laid still. With my free hand I tended to my sore ass, and with my face exaggerated my pain. "I think I owe you big time smart ass. Now how do you think you should make it up to me?" "Would you like me to give you another blow job, sexy?" "Nah, I think you'd enjoy that too much. I think you need to taught a lesson. You know, you don't deserve to get away with this lightly. it's not funny!" I said while being betrayed by the huge grin across my face. "I think I know how I could make it up to you." "Oh yeah, how?" "I could kiss it better if you'd like?" "You mean, kiss it better, down here?" "Yeah, it's actually suppose to feel quite good. That is, if your the one that is being 'kissed' down there." "Really?" "Yeah, really. Come on let go of me and stand over there and place your hands against the wall with your legs apart." I did as ordered, and stood facing the wall, with my back vulnerable to Josh. Was this just another way of him playing a trick on me? I looked around to see him standing there admiring my tight bubble butt. Josh moved forward, ran his fingers down my back and stopped at my bum. He gripped the thin material and dragged them down and pulled them off my legs. He went to his knees and ran his hands up and down my legs. I faced forward, waiting with intense anticipation. Could it really feel that good? I was skeptical. Josh's hands came back to my butt and he started kneading them and placed gentle kisses on each cheek. Then he gripped them and pulled them apart exposing my hole. My hands balled up into fists, not quite knowing what to expect. A tingle ran up my spine as Josh lightly blew on my behind. Then it stopped, and was replaced by something wet, and... "Oh fuck! Oh, what the...? My God Josh that feels...oh!" I could not believe the sensations that I was feeling. His tongue was running up and down and around. My hips bucked uncontrollably from the assault. Man this was great. His tongue was fierce. He pushed it in, penetrating, invading. It tickled like no tickle I had felt before, but I knew this was good. I kept squirming. I couldn't wait to return the favour. My cock, by now already hard again, was bouncing up and down as I jolted with each lash of Josh's tongue. Sometimes it swung up so high it slapped against my stomach. "Oh, Josh dude, that is...oh." Knock, knock, knock. We both jumped to our feet, and spun around towards the door. "Josh, what is that? Is there someone here?" Knock, knock, knock. "Yeah, it sounds like it, but I have no idea who it could be? Let's check it and get rid of whoever it is so we can come back here and finish this off." "Sure." We both rushed to pull on some clothes, and headed down stairs to the front entrance. The front door was solid wood, but the sides were opaque glass, and we could see shadows of at least two guys out there. Josh slowly went to the door, with an obvious look of concern on his face. He reached out with his hand for the door knob, turning it, and pulling the door slightly open and peering out to see who it was. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?" I was standing back, and had no idea who Josh was talking to, but I didn't like the slight tremble I could hear in his voice. The person on the other side said something, but all I could hear was a muffled noise. I walked behind Josh to see who it was. As I peered over his shoulder a familiar face came into view. It was John, the guy Josh had only sucked off hours earlier in the gym. But this time he had more friends with him. "So, I see your little poofter friend is here as well. That just makes it easier for us, and more to go 'round". Said John. I didn't like the sound of that. I looked past John to see two other guys, one I sort of knew, Andrew. He was a solid guy with a great build. He was about 5' 10", sandy blond hair, and deep green emerald eyes. I could probably spend hours gazing into them. He was also a sharp dresser, with expensive designer labels and always knew how to wear colours that brought out his eyes or to best suit his fair complexion. The other guy standing further back was Paul. He was tall with black hair, and gorgeous blue eyes. They radiated out from underneath his dark mop of hair, and olive skin. The contrast was unbelievable. I almost forgot in my lustful exuberance in checking these guys out that we weren't meant to be happy to see them. They obviously wanted to get some action. Otherwise John wouldn't have brought them here. John took a step closer to Josh and towered over him. Josh went to take a step back, but stepped into me and we both stumbled a bit. John sniggered and said, "You boys don't need to worry about shoes, you can come as you are." "Where the hell do you want us to go, and what makes you think that we are going to do what you say?" replied Josh. "If you don't do what we say, then I am going to tell Tom that you are being bad fairies and he may have to advertise to the entire school that you like to suck cock. Now what's it gonna be?" "I guess we can go with you, where are we going?" "Do you really think I am going to tell you two that. Now take off your shirts, and your shorts, and put these over you eyes." John held out two red strips of cloth. Josh and I looked at each other for a moment, and then we slowly pulled off our shirts, shuckled our shorts and placed the red blind folds over our eyes. John and Andrew gave out wolf whistles when they realised that we weren't wearing normal underwear. John gave my bare cheeks a slap with his hand. "Boys, I sure hope we didn't interrupt your fun, it seems like it was a hell of a game. But don't worry, we have plenty planned for you." I felt a pair of hands push into my back herding me towards the road. I heard a car door open, and my head was pushed down as we got in. I didn't think the hands belonged to John, perhaps Paul, as they felt pretty big. I was scared at the thought of being driven somewhere, in a strange car with strange guys, wearing only a satin g-string. The air-conditioning came on and I got goose bumps over my entire body, it was freezing! I heard someone chuckle as they ran their hands up my legs feeling my hairs on end. The hand kept going until it reached my basket, and gave it a rough grope. He pulled at my shriveled cock (from the cold) and then tugged on my balls. I flinched as he did this, but it only made him pull harder. The guy that was feeling me up asked "So what were you boys up to before we arrived?" From the sound of his voice I knew it was Paul. Despite his size and rough hands, his voice was fairly soft. I replied, "Not much, we were just err...playing on Josh's computer". "Yeah, sure you were." I was trying to pay attention to where they were taking us. Counting the turns, whether they were left or right. And I was trying to judge how long we had been driving for. But for all I knew we could have been going round in circles. After what seemed like an hour - perhaps 15 minutes? - the car stopped and John told us to get out. I stumbled a bit, the ground was uneven. my dick was a little hard after being fondled for most of the trip. The string still felt uncomfortable and it took a lot of will power not to reach around and pull it out. "OK boys, I think it is time to get down to business. You are gonna do everything we tell you to, and if you don't then we will leave you here, and then have Tom humiliate you in front of the whole school. Now the first thing I want you to do is get out of your stupid underwear." I did as instructed, and pulled off the g-string. While I was relieved from the discomfort of the string, my modestly - which had been severely bruised of late - had me feeling very embarrassed. Here we were standing naked, God knows where, in front of three strange guys. We had no idea what they were going to do. I figured when they showed up at the house that they just wanted to get their dicks sucked and then be on their way. But they have gone to a lot of effort for a simple blow job. They had us stand there for a minute in silence. Now that I was standing naked, my dick started to react even more, and was now hard and sticking straight out from my body. Despite the cool breeze that was blowing, it didn't give any signs of going away. Standing there doing nothing made me really uncomfortable. What were they waiting for, a written invitation? Whatever they were doing, there were quiet because I couldn't hear anything besides the wind, and the occasional ruffle and crunch of leaves. Click, click, click. Oh no, they were taking photos. What they thought they needed more blackmail material? It isn't like we weren't doing everything they wanted to anyway. The silence was broken by Andrew, "These are just some shots for an art project of mine. Hope it doesn't bother you. I promise to let you see them after I get my grade. By the way, if I don't get a good score, you are gonna have to make up for it." Shit, now he was going to use us for homework? I hope he hasn't got head shots. I heard one of them walk towards me, and then felt cold, rough hands grab my rock hard cock. Wow, the intense feeling almost caused me to blow right then! The hand was course and sort of hurt, but in a good way, when he began to stroke up and down my shaft. Then I felt his other hand at my nipple, and he started twisting it as he pulled my cock. Wow, this was incredible. I almost forgot that we were here to do them the favour. The hands then left my cock and nipple to turn me around. He then felt my buns and ran his hands up my back to my shoulders. He kneaded them for a moment and then traced down my spine to my bum. He let them go and grabbed my arms. He indicated to me to lean forward, and he guided my hands to a bench or log that was in front of me to lean against. Now the picture was becoming clear. I felt something rub against my bum, it was warm, and it took me only a second to figure out what it was. It was hard, big and was snug between my butt cheeks. The hands rested on my bare shoulders while the massive cock rubbed up and down between my smooth buns. the sensation of this warm, hard shaft rubbing against my hole was incredible. After Josh's treat earlier, it was still super sensitive and rearing for action. This cock, working its way over my ass felt great. It was so hard that I could feel the thick veins, and the little pimple bumps on the underside of the shaft. Whoever was doing this, was getting into it, as the thrusts became harder and faster. His balls were slapping against my the underside of my cheeks. I could tell his pubic bush was thick as it tickled against my skin. Pre-cum started oozing out of the head and lubricated my crack. This caused slurping noises with each thrust. The grip on my shoulders tightened, and I could hear him groan. Despite the cool air I could feel drops of sweat fall onto the bare skin of my back. The thrusting stopped suddenly and he lent over, resting his chest on my back, and his head on the back of my neck. His breathing was heavy, and his cock pulsed violently, eager to resume. "Hey Paul, you aren't going to sleep there are you?" Yelled John. "No. I am just warming up." So it was Paul making use of me. Wow, I hope I get to see his monster cock. "Ross, I think it's time you spread your legs further apart. Have you ever been fucked before?" "No Paul, never. Please, you feel very big, I don't know if it will fit." I didn't know if pleading would stop him from having his way with my ass, but I really was scared of being torn in two by his huge dick. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle and I'll try to work you in first." Paul stood and used his knees to knock my legs apart further. He placed his big hands on my buns and played with them a bit. He spat, and I then felt a wet finger rubbing around my hole. I was swimming in mixed feelings of excitement Paul circled round the edge causing my hole to tighten and relax, and then I heard him spit again and felt it land on my hole. He forced his finger at my opening, and pushed slowly in. The tip went in easy, but found resistance as it reached the first joint. He wiggled his finger around, while still slowly pushing further in. Even though it was just a finger, I felt invaded and that there was no way I would be able to take his massive dick. Paul had finally pushed in up to his knuckle, when he pulled it out completely. I felt empty with it gone, and was preparing myself for the inevitable pain that would come with the force of his hard and powerful pole. He told me to brace myself, and then I felt... "Oh, wow..." It wasn't his dick, it was his tongue. I couldn't believe it! "I figured you still needed some loosening up." "Oh, yeah, that should do it." I couldn't believe it. This hunk of a guy was actually rimming me. He actually had his tongue in my ass! His tongue was much larger, and could reach further than Josh's tender one. H was able to stretch my hole and probe deep. The wet, ticklish sensation was intense. I wanted so much to thrust, and squirm under his pressure but his strong arms held me firm. I couldn't break free. This was ecstasy. By now my cock was so hard it hurt, and I was leaking so much pre-cum that I could feel it running down my slim shaft and wetting my bush. I could just imagine the small pool I was making on the ground. But it was over quicker than I hoped. Paul took his tongue away and told me to prepare for the main event. I felt him nudge his large swollen cockhead at my hole, which was now rhythmically pulsing from the incredible pleasure it had received. It practically dragged in the first inch of Paul's thick shaft. Then it started to fill really quick. Even with his tongue lashing, my rectum was still narrow compared to his wide shaft. As he pushed further in, I tried little by little to relax my muscles to allow more of his dick to enter my steamy, wet, hot rectum. After what seemed like a mile of shaft, I felt his large balls and hairs press against me. Then he began to slide that big thing out of me. Its retreat left a vacuum that hungered to be filled. It was now begging for it. I had never before felt such an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain. He then pushed back in, faster than the first. He went all the way to the hilt. It didn't take long for Paul to work up a steady fuck rhythm. My own cock had at first gone soft, overwhelmed by the sensations caused by Paul taking my cherry. But now, with Paul's long pole reaching deep inside, my prostate was getting some heavy pressure. I was now hard again, with my cock twitching in unison with my love tunnel. It was now that I started thinking about what Andrew and John were doing with Josh. Were they robbing him of his cherry as well? Or were they doing something worse? My thought was broken by Paul's heavy groans, and by him ramming his fuck tool in and out of my lovehole even harder and faster. I knew he was on the edge of cumming. My knees were sore, and my tunnel felt like it was on fire. His strokes became more erratic. He rammed home one last time, and I felt his body go rigid, and then he came. I could actually feel each spasm of his shaft as it stretched me open even further. Once, twice, three shots, then I lost count. He was filling me up with his juice. His powerful hands had grabbed me by the shoulders and was pulling me back onto his cock, getting as deep as he possibly could. he was shooting so much and so hard that I thought I was going to taste it in my mouth! After what seemed like an eternity Paul collapsed on my back, panting and sweating. "Thanks Ross, you really have a sweet, tight ass!" I said nothing. Perhaps still in shock. We remained like that for a few minutes. I could feel his dick slowly shrink inside me until it finally slide out. As it did I felt his jism run out of me and down the back of my thighs. Several more minutes passed, and I sense Paul had finally recovered as he stood and helped me straighten up. I must have been bent over like that for at least thirty minutes. My back ached. "Where is Josh?" I inquired. "He is over that way. Err, to your left, with a face full of Andrew's cock, and an ass full of John." Paul helped me get closer to them, trying to lead me to avoid rocks, branches and ditches in the ground. Though not always successfully. I even fell on my ass, with a twig coming half an inch for stabbing me in the pucker. As we approached the threesome I could make out the sounds of Andrew and John moaning, and the slapping of flesh on flesh. Then the familiar gurgle and grunts as they both came hard and fast. My heart jumped into my throat when Josh coughed and splattered and then was then muffled by more dick. Poor baby, I hope he is OK? Please don't choke. "Ross, come over hear and lick this out." It was John. I cautiously stepped towards the sound of his voice. When I got to where I thought they were I felt a hand grip tightly at the back of my neck, and forced me down on my knees. I could smell Josh's sweet scent, mixed with the strong chlorine like smell of semen. The hand then forced me forward and I found my face buried in Josh's crack and I knew what I had to do. I stuck my tongue out, not knowing what to expect. I didn't have a problem with rimming Josh, but was unsure what it would be like after being fucked and filled. I got my first taste instantly as my tongue made contact with his opening. It was still gaping open, and I could get most of my tongue inside him. John's cum was strong. I almost gagged on the thick taste as I gulped it down. I could tell Josh was enjoying this change of pace, and figured this would make a great trick when we were on our own. I didn't really finish cleaning out Josh's hole when John told us that it was time to go. I was happy to hear that. They helped direct us back to the car, and roughly forced us in the door. Though I noticed they didn't give us back our underpants. No one said anything as we drove. The car stopped. "You can take your blindfold off now." I pulled it off my head, and rubbed and squinted my eyes as they adjusted. "Joshua, I think this is the top of your street. Sorry Ross, your place is just too far out of the way." Said John. "Hang on, my house is halfway down the street, that's half a mile down!" screamed Josh. We both looked around in horror. "sorry dude, this isn't a taxi service." "Well what about our clothes?" I pleaded. "You wanted to keep those? I left them behind. If you want I will give you a lift back there, but I am not coming all the way here again." Josh and I traded looks of disbelief, now realising that we weren't going to get out of this easily. All right boys, I will give you a lift back to your house. With one proviso." "What?" "Both get out, and jerk off kneeling on the kerb under the street light over there." "We can't do that! What if someone sees?" "Then be real quick about it." We weighed up maybe a quick couple of minutes of jerking, with running the length of the street completely naked. We opted to jerk off. Andrew roughly 'helped' us out of the car. We walked over to the light, knelt down, and went to work. We faced each other, which helped combat the shyness of my shriveled penis. I looked over Josh's used body, thinking about what I wanted to do to him. He gripped his tender meat around the head and pumped with short strokes. I grabbed myself at the base, and skinned my dick furiously with a loose grip right to the tip. We caught the attention of a midnight jogger. he stopped in the middle of the street and stared at us, working out whether we were actually doing what he thought we were. My face went crimson, and I felt my orgasm quickly recede. Thankfully he turned 'round and kept going. I sure hope he didn't recognise us. Josh must have been oblivious to it. His eyes were closed and he was now thrusting his hips into his tight fist. his face screwed up and his balls and dick released his load! He was shooting long thick jets of cum. It was coming out hard and fast. Wham! He hit me in the face. Another, then another in my hair. Wow. He was going for broke. After about 10 shots Josh fell back on his heels, panting for breath. I took my hand and wiped up some of his jism from my face and used it as lube on my hot, ripe dick. It was already cool from the air, but it didn't make much difference to the heat that was radiating from my engorged meat. I gripped around the base again, and made a long tight stroke, twisting round my rod as I neared the flared cock ridge. My balls were churning with what was going to be a very heavy load. My body was aching to release. I could feel it swelling up deep inside my gut. "Argh! Oh, fuck!" Cum was blasting from my cockhead. My hand was going like a blur, making a slurpy noise with the added lube. It hit Josh across his chest, completely covering his small, dark nipples. It ran down his torso into his fine fuzz. When I had finished I noticed that my fluid was clearer than normal. Probably because I had shot so much today. We gathered ourselves and headed back to the car. "Nice show boys." "Glad you enjoyed it, can we please go home now?" "It didn't do much for me, but I reckon the kid in the house over there enjoyed it." We turned, and sure enough staring out the window was a boy, probably13 or 14. he must have seen us pull up, and watched the whole thing. Hell, he probably knows Josh, or even worse, he may go to our school. "On second thoughts boys, I don't think I want to let you back in my car, covered in cum and all. I don't have seat covers." With that John revved his engine and screamed off down the street. No doubt to wake up as many people as possible to see us running for dear life. we bolted as it sank in that we were standing naked in the street, in the middle of the night, covered in and reeking of fresh and old cum. When we reached Josh's house, we barely spoke a word. This humiliation and punishment thing was getting out of hand. I could handle giving a few headjobs, stripping off, and even getting fucked. But not being photographed, and left naked in public. My thoughts raced over Andrew's photos and whether anyone would recognise us. Then I thought about how Paul had rimmed me. Was he gay? My head was a sea of images from what Josh and I had been forced to do, and what we had done together. It has only been a couple of days, but my life is very different from a week ago. I had seen cocks of all shapes and sizes, and accommodated them in every orifice of my body. I have had my modesty shredded, and wondered if it could get any worse. What will Tom make us do next? I don't think I want to know. We showered and gently bathed each other. We went to bed that night embracing. We were both so exhausted that we were asleep moments after laying head to the pillow. End of part V -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, what did you think of my latest offering? I appreciate all responses and suggestions. I promise that the next installment will not be as long coming as this one. ross_boy79@hotmail.com. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/in-the-garage | Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2000 12:32:59 PDT From: Matt Anonomous Subject: In the garage Ok, this isn't very well written, I'll admit. It is however 100% TRUE, having taken place three weeks ago. I am a normal 17yo high-school student. Up until this happened I've been totally straight and have no problems getting girls. Mr. Walsh, my neighbor had asked me to come over and clean his pool, as I had every week or so. When I had finished, we talked a bit while I drank the Coke he had given me. Drinking that Coke was the last thing I remember. I woke there in the garage feeling a bit disoriented but otherwise ok. I was bent over a padded sawhorse-type thing and my hands were tied behind my back. To make matters worse, I was completely nude. I thought about yelling for help, but then Mr. Walsh came in. He walked around the garage, circling me once. He looked at me like I was something good to eat. Maybe he thought I was. "Comfortable?" I was too scared to answer at first. "Look, I don't know what's going on but you better let me go." I stammered. "I'll let you go in good time, for now we're going to get to know each other." he replied. "Mr. Welch, please let me go I won't tell anyone." I pleaded. He seemed not to hear me and instead came around in front of me and took off his shirt, baring his well-muscled, hairy chest. "We're going to have a real good time, Matt. You may not believe it now, but soon you'll be begging for more." He then dropped his shorts to the floor. I tried to look away, but my eyes were drawn to his large, flaccid cock. It was huge, at least twice the size of mine when I'm fully hard. "M-mr. Walsh, please I'm not like that, I like girls." He just smiled and walked around behind me. Soon I felt his strong hand reach between my shaking legs for my cock and balls. He stroked my soft cock and rapidly made me hard against my will. He tied a cord around the base of my cock and around my balls and pulled it tight. "That's so you don't cum too soon." I heard him say. Then he put some sort of straps around my ankles and drew them tight to the legs of the sawhorse, spreading my legs wide, exposing my ass. I looked up to see Mr. Walsh standing in front of me, stroking his large cock to semi-hardness. "You want this, don't you boy?" he asked. "Please, Mr. Walsh... don't. Just let me go." I begged. He walked towards me, holding his cock level with my mouth. He touched my head with his other hand and then grabbed a handful of my hair. "Open up, boy." he said, touching the fat head to my lips. Terrified, I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. Soon I felt the big cockhead slip between my lips, forcing my mouth wider. He petted my head and told me to relax. I did as best I could and began to ease more of his cock into my mouth. I could feel it growing to full hardness as I sucked. My own cock grew to throbbing, aching hardness as I became aroused at my own actions. Slowly, patiently, Mr. Walsh fed me more and more of his big hard cock. I was hot and throbbing in my mouth as I began to suck eagerly. "That's a boy," he said gently, urging me on "suck my big cock." I couldn't believe this. I'd never even thought of touching another guy, but here I was, tied up in my neighbor's basement sucking his huge cock and loving it. Part of me totally terrified that he would cum in my mouth, another part of me hungry for his hot load. Mr. Walsh stood in front of me with his hands on his hips while I worked feverishly on his cock. "Oooh yea... suck it, boy." he moaned. His hips began to move back and forth, like he was trying to fuck my mouth. Somehow, I just knew he was close to cumming. He let out a deep sigh as the first blast of hot, salty cum hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag slightly. He grabbed the back of my head to stop me from pulling away as jet after jet of his juice filled my hungry mouth. I was swallowing the last of it and licking my lips clean as he stood back and looked at me, smiling. "You liked that, didn't you?" he asked. "Well, I've gotta say, I'm surprised. You're one hell of a cocksucker." He then left the garage. A few minutes later I heard him come back, but it wasn't until I felt his hand run up the back of my leg and over my ass , that I knew where he was. He stood behind me for a while, rubbing his hands around my ass and down near my throbbing cock and aching balls. I had a pretty good feeling what was coming next and as much as I enjoyed sucking his cock, this was a different matter altogether. Soon, I felt his hot breath on my ass, first near the space between my asshole and balls then directly on my puckered asshole. I jumped as something hot flicked against my asshole, for a second I really thought it might've been a match or something, but gasped in shock when I realized it was his tongue!! Mr. Walsh was licking my asshole and goddamn, did it feel good! After the initial shock of what was happening wore off, I forced myself to relax and enjoy what was being done to me. He licked all around my asshole and up and down my crack. As I moaned my approval, Mr. Walsh did something to totally put me over the edge, he worked his hot, probing tongue up ass, driving me wild. I silently prayed he'd never stop but after a few minutes he did. My head was swimming and I wondered what would happen next. I soon felt Mr. Walsh's finger touch my asshole, it was cold and I realized there was something on it. He was lubing up my ass with some kind of gel. I started to get scared, thinking there was no way he could get that cock in my virgin ass. I started to tell him that when he pulled his finger out and walked around in front of me. He was stroking his hard cock and I could see it was glistening with what had to be the same lube he used on my ass. "Mr. Walsh, wait please! I really don't think...." "Relax, boy. You'll love this...just relax." he said confidently. With that he moved back behind me and after a few seconds I felt his stiff cockhead press against my tight hole. He pushed slightly and grabbed me by the shoulder and told me to relax again. I took a deep breath and tried to settle down as he pressed himself inside me. He put just the head in my tight ass and then stopped for a second, rubbing my back trying to get me to relax. After a brief wait he moved his hands to my hips and slowly started easing into me. I bit my lip and tryed to stay calm as his hard cock invaded me. It felt like forever but soon I felt his pubes grinding against my ass and I realized he was all the way in! "You just take a deep breath and relax, ok? Then we'll get to business." I heard him say. I relaxed as best I could and tryed to get used to the huge cock deep in my ass. I felt him rubbing my ass and flexing his cock, teasing me from deep inside. "You're ready now, aren't you?" he asked. "Oh, man yeaa please Mr. Walsh do me...." I begged. I heard him give a slight chuckle as he withdrew his cock so just the head was still in me. He then pushed himself all the way back in. He did this about 10 or 15 times, each time pulling nearly all the way out then driving deep inside my hot ass. It was driving me insane. "You love it, don't you boy? You can't get enough of my big cock up your ass, can you? There's plenty more where this comes from, boy. You're gonna get all the cock you can handle." He kept talking, calling me his new fucktoy and telling me how he'd be fucking me all the time from now on. I was in exctasy as he fucked my tight ass relentlessly. "You ready to take me load up your ass, boy? he growled. I couldn't even speak, I just moaned in agreement. He reached up and grabbed me by the shoulders and started fucking me even harder and deeper than before, slamming his cock deep into my ass. Suddenly, I heard him give a loud groan as he rammed his cock in to the hilt. I felt his hot cum shoot into me, filling my ass. He held his cock deep in me until he finished cumming. Soon his cock went soft and slipped out. He stepped away for a second and when he came back he untied my hands and feet. I was almost unable to stand on my wobbly legs. "You ok?" he asked. "Uh-huh." I nodded, unable to speak. He reached down and took the cord off from around my cock and balls. They ached for release. "Need to cum, huh?" he asked. "God, yes!" I replied. He then took my cock in his hand and jacked me off until I shot my load in his hand. He then held his hand up and motioned for me to lick it off. To my surprise, I hungrily sucked up my own cum. "Yeah," he said, smiling "we're gonna have some great times together." With that he walked over to the washing machine and pulled out some clothes, he handed me my tshirt and another pair of shorts and told me to get dressed. When I had the clothes on he told me it was time to go home. Like I said, this was about three weeks ago. Since then things have gotten really wild between me and Dean (Mr. Walsh). If you want to hear more, let me know. e-mail to chowyunfin@hotmail.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-interrogation | From: YNKY32A@prodigy.com (Robert Cline) Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.tickling Subject: STORY: THE INTERROGATION (m/m) Date: 25 Feb 1995 02:44:54 GMT Organization: Prodigy Services Company 1-800-PRODIGY Lines: 114 Distribution: world Message-ID: <3im5j6$l3e@usenetp1.news.prodigy.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: inugap1.news.prodigy.com X-Newsreader: Version 1.2 This scene was supposed to have happened tonight, but Uncle Sam changed his plans, so we had to pospone the meeting. This is my first story in a while. I hope you enjoy this as much as the others. Rob THE INTERROGATION Ron was waiting in his car. He still had on his fatigues from the base, where he had just gotten off duty. I was also dressed appropriately. I had on camouflage pants, a kacki green button-down shirt, a black MP armband around my right bicep and a pair of handcuffs in my right hand. Ron looked completely surprised as I walked to his car. He had not expected this. We met on the internet, and set up this scene: Ron was to be my prisoner and interrogated to reveal a certain piece of information. I had no idea of what that info might be, but it was supposed to be something of a personal nature. I opened the car door and pulled Ron out by his jacket. I turned him around and had him put his hands on the hood of the car and spread his legs while I frisked him thoroughly, searching for any "hidden weapons". Satisfied that he was clean, I brought his arms behind his back and cuffed his hands together. Then I led Ron to my old pickup, where I took off his cap and wrapped a long piece of old sheet around his head several times and tied it tight behind him. No sense letting him know where we are going. This made him feel less cocky, since he wouldn't have any idea on what direction his car was from our destination. When we got to my place, I had Ron stand in the middle of the room. I uncuffed his hands and told him to place them on top of his head. I started taking off his clothes, searching them for some indication of the message he was to withhold from me. Nothing. Good. So now, it was time to get ready for the interrogation. I took Ron upstairs and had him lay face up on the waterbed. His hands still behind his head. I had already tied ropes to the four corners of the bed. I took Ron's right arm, and buckled a wrist restraint to it. Then I took the rope from the nearest corner and ran it through the D Ring on the restraint. I wrapped it around the bed, through the ring and back three times, finally tying the rope about a foot away from his hand. I did the same with his left hand, pulling tight, so that Ron could not slide his upper body from side to side. I did the same with his ankles, pulling tight and spreading them as wide as possible. Ron's cock was hard. "So, you like being tied up, don't you", I said as I tied a piece of rope around his cock and balls to keep the blood in his cock. "We'll see if you like what comes next." Ron was what you would think of when you picture a military man. Six feet tall, with a hard body and a high and tight haircut. His body was covered with a light coat of hair: just enough hair to make sensitive. I started running my hands lightly up and down his body, just to get his skin more sensitive and to relax him. Ron seemed to enjoy it as his rock hard cock was bouncing up and down. I decided to start at a different place. I picked up a shaving brush and started to go up and down, around and around his upper inner thighs. Within 30 seconds, Ron started squirming, his feet were wiggling, and he started to try to fight back his giggles. I knew I had him. I took the brush and started in on his right foot. Giggles started to come regular now. "So, maybe I'll see if your other foot is just as ticklish" "Ha, ha, n-n-no its not, ha ha." "Well, let me just see about that", as I took the pointed end of an artists paintbrush and went up and down his sole. Ron started to really laugh now. "P-p-please, ha, ha,ha , s-s-tttop, ha ha ho HA HA!!" "What do you mean, stop. I haven't even begun interrogating you yet", as I moved up his body and started on his ribs. "N-no, no, NO, ha, ha HA, HA, HA, I'll ,...ha, ha I'll tell you, ha ha HA, HO, HA ha ha" " Tell me what?" as I dug into the sides and around his stomach. "P-p-pp-please, HA,HA, HO, HA ha ha ho hee, S--Stop!! ha Ha ha ha ha ha ho ha ha hee" Ron said stop so loud that it startled me. I stopped. "Ha, ha ha ha ho ha ho . . ha ha ..The . . . the secret is" And Then I attacked his armpits. "Sorry, but this interrogation has just begun. You got a long way to go before I'm ready to hear your secret." NOOOOOO, ha ha ha , HA, HA, ho ha hee . . . ... END Hope you enjoyed this story. As usual, comments and suggesstions are always appreciated "Ryan", I hope this makes working this weekend a little more bearable. But there are other weekends coming up. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/alex-and-hustler | This is a true story dealing in sexual pleasures between two adult gay males if you are under under 21, or are offended by kinky gay sex delete now. Alex and the Hustler by joe wilson A sudden breeze sent the falling leaves scurrying to the gutter with the sound of rustled paper. I felt the first drop as it struck my cheek and, looking up to the dark clouds, I knew we were in for a heavy rain, but I was too much in need to leave the fire hydrant that was my seat. I looked at the other hustlers around me, sitting on curbs or steps, or leaning against buildings. They looked to the threatening skies with anxious frowns. Though the raindrops were warm and tropical, they caused the young men to put on discarded jackets, or button opened shirts to cover bare skin. We were on Selma Avenue in Hollywood, the citys' most active meat-rack, and we were male hustlers selling ourselves to the cruising Johns. It was Friday afternoon of a summer day in 1964. I was a student at USC engaged in the graduate study of economics with the ultimate goal of law school, and I supplemented my meager income in a most pleasant and satisfying way. Like the others, I had been hoping for a week-end lover; a John who would keep me until Monday morning, when I would return to the straight world, richer in experience and wallet. But the rain put a damper on that hope. (no pun intended). It was raining hard, now. I watched them, as they took off, one by one, headed for gay bars and coffee shops and porn theaters, in the hopes of finding their Johns there. Those with money would go to one of the many bath houses that thrived in this iniquitous part of the city, and wait for the rain to stop. But I refused to leave my seat, the most exposed and noticeable site on the street. I was horny and broke. There were no alternatives. My hair was wet, thoroughly so. I could barely see for my glasses were covered with drops of rain water. I was dressed in running shorts and a t-shirt, both of which were of such thin material that as they clung to body, they revealed it, showing all the subtle nuances: the rippling muscles quivering in excitement, and the sprinkling of hair that scattered over my chest and down my abdomen. Even my nipples, enlarged and erect, crowning a well-developed chest, were visible. I felt a stirring in my loins as the wet shorts gripped me and molded around the curves of my testicles and held in the expanding penis. The rain was turning me on. I sensed a growing excitement as I realized that I was the only hustler left on the street. I guess if it hadn't been for the rain, what happened that week-end never would have happened. When the red Corvette turned the corner and slowed down as it approached me, I knew that something was about to break loose. When it flashed its' lights, I knew for sure. I stood up, better to reveal my slender frame and smiled a welcome greeting. I had been hustling ever since my first year in college, and knew that to hook the fish, I had to make the first move, even though the John, in fact, was the hunter. It was necessary to assure him in some way that I was not vice. I rolled my tongue over my lips and touched the fly on my short shorts. Dipping my head, I smiled bringing my fingers to my lips in a suggested kiss. He steered the Corvette to the curb, and rolled down the window on the passenger side. I leaned on the car door and looked in. Ah! This was the moment of revelation. He was a young man. His hair was long, sitting over the tops of his ears and cascading down his neck. It was copper gold in color. He was handsome. Angular features clearly defined the high cheek bones and jutting chin. Blue eyes smiled as his lips formed an almost bashful grin, but he held his head high and proud. He was an aristocrat, a man who had lived the good life, never wanting or worrying. How lucky for me, for he was not only handsome, he was rich, too. "What's up?" he asked looking at me, a half-smile flashing across his face. I nodded a silent yes to his implied question. Now we both were playing it carefully. Neither of us was sure of the other yet. "I guess it's raining pretty hard," I said non-committantly. An understate- ment if ever there was one. "Maybe you'd better get in out of the rain," he said reaching for the door. His tongue protruded from full lips. The smile was frozen in place. He stared at my crotch. My cock had swollen to horizontal and extended my wet shorts out, pointing at him. I made no attempt to cover myself, for I felt safe with him now. It was obvious what he was, just as it was obvious what I was. We both wanted each other. The door opened and I slipped onto the leather seat. "How much?" "Depends......How much time you want?" "I'm in L.A. for the week-end and I....." "I usually get 200 for all night," I interrupted, "a three nighter is five." He was so handsome I was about to add, 'but I'll do it for three,' but he nodded his acceptance and the terms were agreed upon with minimum discussion. I settled back on the soft leather seat as he accellerated the car. Silence in the beginning has always been awkward for me. "What do I call you?" I asked him. "My name is Alex, but you call me Sir! You understand?" He looked at me briefly. he smile was gone and the warmth of him went away with it. "You do what I tell you and we'll get along just fine." "Yes Sir!" He headed east on Sunset until we got to the Silverlake hills. Turning right on Maltman, he soared up the steep hill and around Winslow, then turned into a narrow drive. An electric door opened for us to drive through, then it closed quietly. We were in a garage. Leaving the car we entered a large room. There were no windows. The walls were mirrored No lamps were lit to dispell the dimness of the room. The remains of a fire smouldered in the fireplace. He added several logs and their illumination brighted the room. He struck a match and lit many candles. Their dancing flames added an erotic atmosphere. He walked to a counter against the wall. It was a bar of sorts, and he got two bottles of beer. He handed one to me. He didn't ask me if I wanted it. I watched him as he strode across the room. He was tall. Very tall. Muscular, yet lean. His figure was young and athletic. He walked quickly with a spring in his step. Then he turned toward me and saluted with his beer. His smile was back now, and I felt better for it. "Take off your clothes," he said. And I did. I stood naked, my hands by my side. I watched him as he stared at me. He was intent, as though he were memorizing my body. It was exciting to have him look at me. I could feel the blood rush to my cock as it became erect. I am uncut, and the foreskin rolled back with the swelling of the muscle. I felt exposed and vulnerable. My nipples harded too, and I wished he would command me to do something. It seemed strange to be so silent at so exciting a moment. He looked pleased, happy with his purchased. There was the confidence of ownership as he walked around me assessing my curves and angles. A micro inspection of a naked slave. This was the crucial moment in a hustlers' life; the moment of acceptance. Knowing that he was not disappointed caused a thrill to rush through me. It was almost as good as being loved. "Grab you ankles." "Yes Sir!" He slapped the curve of my buttocks with his open hand. He slapped again. There was a resounding crack. I almost fell over. "Steady," he said, smiling, and he slipped a finger into my anus. As far as it would go. He twisted it inside my rectum. "I'm going to fuck you, a lot. And then he laughed. "Shit! It's full of shit!" He pulled his finger out and brought it around to my face. The familiar smell of this secret garden excited me. "Lick it," he said. "Clean it." and I did. "Get up on the bed, and lay on you back." I did as I was told. I looked at him. His tie was untied now, hanging loosely around his neck. The top buttons of his shirt were open, and I could see a mass of copper chest hair. I wished he would take off his clothes. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted his cock. "Raise your legs," he said gruffly, "Get them up. Higher. Yes, that's it, back over your shoulder. Then came the hum. He had an electric razor in his hand. He put it into the crack of my ass. The steady vibration of it caused a delicious sensation in my cock. He worked the razor back and forth slowly and carefully, shaving away the hair that grew there. It took a long time. I wished it would take forever for the pleasure in my cock was sharp and sweet. When the crack was shaved clean, he applied the razor to my balls. "Aaahhh! Aaahhh!" I cried. "Oh God, Sir! You better stop or I'll come." "Don't come," his voice was firm and demanding. "You understand?" "Yes Sir." He continued shaving the balls and then up the swollen and erect cock to shave away a few errant hairs that grew on it. I held my fingers in a tight fist. I thought of mother and christmas and tried to sing silent carols......'Oh Holy Night!' I cried real tears, and my nails cut into the palm of my hand. eventually he pulled away. The humming stopped, and though there were no there were no more vibrations, my cock tingled with exquisite pleasure that only gradually receded. I had delayed coming. He smiled, nodding his satisfaction. I was rewarded. I was extremely horny now. I could still feel the tingle in my cock and balls. I was ready, but he prolonged it, continuing the agonizing pleasure of delay. He handed me another can of beer. A cool liquid respite to hold off, and wash away the tightness in my parched throat. I smelled the marijuana as he lit a joint. Sucking in a great gust of its' smoke into his lungs, he passed it to me and I did the same, holding it in as long as I could. It exploded out in a fit of coughing. I sipped the beer and lay back enjoying the delicious surge of lust. We looked at each other. The vision, improved by marijuanas' veil, enhanced all physical things. His smile was open now, revealing white even teeth, surrounded by full and pasionate lips. Deepset eyes flashed hot desire, and my growing excitement caused me to stretch my body, offering it to him. His steel blue eyes continued to stare at me. I watched as they went from cock to nipples to my face, my nipples, and back to my cock again. It was as though his stare reached out and caressed my skin. I loved the way he looked at me, wishing only that he would take off his clothes. I wanted him naked too, to see the whole of him. But he was teasing himself as well as me. His hands touched my shoulders, pushing me back onto the bed. I stared at the ceiling. It was mirrored, too. I reached up to embrace myself. At that moment he grabbed my arms and pulled them back over my head, so that my wrists touched each corner. With an incredibly swift and silent movement he locked them into restraints that had been hidden there. The soft leather gripped my wrists and held them to the surface of the bed. It happened too quickly for me to stop it, though I knew at the time, that given the choice I would have submitted to his wants. When he went to my ankles, I lay passive on the hard mattress. I was ready to give him anything he desired. No longer a hustler, the soul of a slave had taken over. I belonged to him now. Underneath his jeans, his basket was full, the cock stretching to get out of its' confinement. I watched the expanding crotch, and saw the shape of the bone, alive and warm. The stain on the fabric of his slacks was dripping loves' juices. I looked to his blue eyes, willing him to bring his cock out and jam it into my mouth. His eyes were smiling, pleased with himself, but his lips frowned in deep concentration as he affixed the leather braces to my ankles in slow deliberation. Once secure, he attached them to a chain, which he hooked on to the back wall. My legs were pulled high into the air, and lay over my prone body. The hooks on the wall were position wide apart, so that my legs veered in opposite directions, spreading my buttocks and exposing my hairless anus. He played with it, inserting his fingers. First one, then two and three. The shit in the lower bowel did not bother him. When he pulled his fingers away, I could see the brown stains, and could smell the pungent odor of it. He put his finger to my face and smelled them, inhaling as one inhale poppers. He put his fingers into my mouth, and I washed them clean. He chuckled to himself, "You like that don't you?" "Yes sir." It was then that he stood up and looked at my contorted body, doubled in its' strange position, and he unbuttoned his shirt, and throwing it on the floor, he kicked off his shoes. Slipping out of his jeans, he was naked at last! I looked at him. His handsome face was unimportant now. I studied only his enormous cock jutting out of his hairy loins. The tip of it was red and shiny in the soft candlelight. He too, was uncut. His body, perfect in every way had not been tampered with. The prepuce was loose, and I watched it as it slid back over the swelling knob. Thick blue veins coursed down the side of the swollen muscle losing themselves in the thick bush of coppered-colored hair. It was huge. There must have been ten inches of solid meat, slender in circumference. The piss eye stared at me. I wanted to grab it, to hold it, to play with it, to love it with kisses, to worship it with a sucking mouth. "You want it bad, don't you, cocksucker?" he said with a sneer. I nodded yes. Words were unnecessary, and inadequate too. I strained my arms from the restraints in an attempt to free them so that I could touch this idol cock. "Yes Sir, " I said. "I want it. Please give it to me sir." I could feel the hurt in my own cock as it stretched beyond its limit. The mattress shook like a violent sea as he climbed upon it, and placing one knee on each side of me, he straddled my chest. I felt his heavy testicles on my neck as he rubbed his cock over my face. I opened my mouth wishing him to put it in, but he only teased me, allowing a licking wet kiss on the shaft. I tasted salty sweat as his balls covered my open mouth, and his erect cock rubbed over my forehead. So near, yet so far. He slid forward so that now he was sitting on my face. My nose was buried in his musky crack. I wondered at the filth of it. He was so much the gentleman, fastidious and perfect in all appearances, yet the many hairs that grew there were crusted with gobs of dried shit. It must have been weeks since he had cleaned himself. The smell of this secret Eden sent shocking impulses down my spine and I kissed his filthy anus with open lips, my tongue separating the hairs that covered it. The tasty membrane was smooth and slick. I sucked away the remnants of shit caught in the hair. He pressed himself down on my face and I sucked on his shitty asshole. His sphincter relaxed, opened so that my tongue slipped inside, licking away the bitter shit. He groaned his pleasure, while I muffled mine. But my pleasure had to be greater than his. After a while, he raised his trunk off my face. I tried to hold him there, for I wasn't ready to let him go yet, but he pulled away. "Please, don't go, Sir." But he didn't go. He only twisted his position around so that he was facing the other way. He settled his buttocks back down on my face, and I pushed my tongue into his asshole once more. "Ah, yes. thank you, sir," I said as I sucked and the luscious feast continued. And then a new sensation. I felt a warm flush of liquid on my cock. God, he was pissing on me! Ah God! The pleasure was too much to bear. I pulled my body up off the bed, to better meet the cascading stream, and I pushed my violent tongue deeper into his ass-hole, slobbering saliva, and sucking shit from it in a frenzy. His hands reached to a puddle of piss that had gathered in the hollows of my body, and slurped the warm slimy liquid everywhere; into my pits, over my nipples, down my abs, and the hot steamy piss still flowed out of his cock and onto mine. His hands cupped my testicles, pulling them up against the hard cock, and I knew there was no way I could stop it now. No way to call it back. It started deep in the balls, an enormous surge of electric pleasure shot through my swollen penus and exploded cum everywhere. The force of it was so great that it splashed on my chest, my shoulders and certainly on his cock and balls. My tongue plunged deeper into his asshole, and I sucked with a fury that could not be denied. He whimpered. He cried. He ground his ass into my face. With a cry of pleasure he exploded his cum, to mingle with mine, on my piss-drenched body. When he pulled away, he released the chains that bound me. He stretched his body over mine. Head to head, feet leveraged to feet, stomach to stomach. He held me in his arms and kissed me. I could feel the beating of his heart against mine, and we lay together for a long time, until the passion receded and turned itself into love. I was the first to awaken, how many hours later? The light from the many candles was almost gone, for most of them had drown in their own melted wax. But there was light enough for me to see him lying next to me. He was on his back, his head cradled in his hands, elbows to the ceiling. His breath came and went in a slow steady rhythm. I raised myself to better look at him. How handsome he was. How beautiful his naked body. Curly golden hair scattered over his chest, thick, but not so thick as to cover rust-covered nipples. They protruded out beyond it, flushed with passion. I looked at his cock. It too, surged with a lusty need of love. Standing erect and tall, it soared out of the island of pubic hair. His balls were solid, packed with loves juices, not at all drained as one might expect, given the passion he spent. Was he dreaming a fantasy? The smile on his relaxed face reflected pleasure. It was my duty to enhance it for him. I bent forward to suck a nipple. Tasting the salty remnants of dried piss reminded me of the piss bath he gave me, and I felt a stir, a nostalgia to have him do it again. How satisfying it was that I had served him, yielded to his whim. He announced my waking him with my kisses, by a quiet moan. He placed his hand on the back of my head and guided it down to where I intended to go anyway. I smelled our spent passion as my nose traced through his body hair on my way to the genital altar....Ah! I kissed it, licked it and loved it with an uncontrolled spasm of lust. His cock was God and I worshipped it with concentration. I was his slave, and it was my duty to give excitement in every way. But in an indirect way, he was my slave too, for sucking on his cock caused his passion to rise, his need for me to grow, just as I willed it to do. I tasted him, my tongue licking the underside of his balls. Then I remembered his ass-hole and the pleasure of it, the exquisite luscious passion that grew between us when he accepted my tongue into this secret part of him. I slipped my tongue back into the forest of redolent hair, smelling of piss and shit and spit and love-sweat. Gently he pulled my head away. "Here," he said, "Lay beside me." I did, and he placed his arms around my shoulders drawing me to him. He kissed me. His lips were moist and soft. His breath was sweet. His tongue pushed its way inside and I sucked on it as it explored the cave of my mouth. It was as though it were alive and independent of the rest of him. Our tongues tangled in a love dance. There was passive pleasure here, delicate and tender. A budding love nurtured between us. We sucked breath into our lungs and teased each other with warm, pliable lips, A luscious pleasure washed over us. Hot breath in my ear, echoed his whispers of pleasure mingled with wet kisses. He sucked on my ear as he whispered. His warm and moist breath delived a thrilling message. "I want to fuck now." "Yes Sir, I want you to, Sir. Let me take care of it, Sir. Please Sir, just lie still." I went to the table. The marijuana, rolled into tight little logs, was there along with lubricant and poppers. I lit a joint and inhaled a deep breath of it into my lungs. I handed it to him. The dim glow of the flickering candle cast a pale light over him as he lay on his back, looking at his own image staring back at him from the mirrored ceiling. His erect cock, tremendous in size reached for it, and lust for it overwhelmed me. 'That cock is mine, that huge cock is mine.' I said to myself, "and he is going to fuck me, to shove it up my ass.' Bending forward, I kissed it, sucking away all the drudge and passion that had accumulated on it, so that it would be clean when it entered my rectum, my shitty ass-hole. Hunger for the fuck was growing. The horny desire to feel that solid cock inside me was sending thrilling messages of pleasure down my spine like the trigger of lightning. I rubbed lubricant over the swollen tip of it and on the shaft. He was watching every movement I made, appraising the actions of his filthy slave. Then I put some in my ass-hole to make the entry easier. I was worried for I knew there would be difficulty taking that huge piece of horse-cock inside me. Then I took the amyl inhaler, full of excitement like a genie in a bottle, and I climbed onto the bed facing him. As I straddled his hips I saw the smile of anticipation in his eyes. I lowered myself upon the turgid love-shaft. Looking at him, at his beautiful naked body lying under me, I was too excited to feel the shock of pain as he entered. My ass-hole pulled him into itself like a vaccuum, so anxious was I to be fucked. Ah! We were joined together now. I sat high in the saddle of his cock and balls and began my ride. Slow at first, and then a gradual increase to a cantor. The pleasure of friction increased with each moment, and the exquisite sensation expanded to encompass not only my ass-hole, but my entire body. The rhythm of the ride grew faster and faster with mounting ecstacy, and all through the love and passion and pleasure, our eyes were locked together trasferring sensation to love and they told us the climax was near. Crashing symbols burst as we fulfilled our horny needs and exploded our passion with impossible force. The pleasure was so great that it could not satisfy us. When it was over we wanted more. His cock remained hard in my rectum as I fell forward, rubbing my chest in the cum accumulated there, and our lips met in a wet kiss and he began to fuck again. "Thank you, Sir," I said. ------------------------------- Alex and the Hustler Part 2 by joe wilson I felt the comfort and security of his warm body as he tossed one leg over mine and buried his face in the armpit. He licked at the hairs that grew there, like a cat that washes itself. It tickled me. I laughed abruptly from deep in my throat. His arm was around my shoulder. The other, his hand dangling in my crotch, played with my cock. I pulled his head away from the pit and reached my face down to his and our tongues met in a lovely kiss. "Good morning, Sir," I said. "I guess it's morning. Seems like I've been sleeping forever........ What time is it?." He rubbed his cock against my leg. Oh man! He was hard again. He must have come at least six times last night. He stirred, raised from the bed, then fell back down upon it. "It's ten to two. We lost Saturday morning somewhere. "You okay?" he asked in a tone that showed he cared. "Yes sir. I'm fine." I stretched my body, luxuriating in the pleasure of his caresses and the silk sheets and his wet kisses, as he licked me. "I'm starving. All that excerise got me hungry. Got the grass munchies too, and my mouth tastes like a fucking cesspool. Other than that I'm fine sir." He chuckled quietly to himself and began licking my chest, seeking a nipple in the absolute darkness of the room. The final candle had flickered in the last light somewhere during the long night. He stirred again and reaching to the table he caused a peach-colored light to glow softly about the room. I looked at him as he lay beside me looking at me. "Hello." "Hello Sir," I answered with a smile. I had forgotten how handsome he was and remembering the night sent a rush of pleasure through me. I don't know your name," he said. "It's Joe, Sir. Joe Wilson." "Well Joe, you're something." "You are too, Sir." He bounded out of bed with the whoop of the comanche. "Come on Joe. Let's get dressed and get some chow." He turned to me and added, "I got some clothes you can wear." "Yes Sir," I shouted with happy excitement as I followed him. It was late afternoon by the time we finished our combined breakfast and lunch. We were resuscitated now. All the energies were put back into our bodies. We spent the rest of the day in happy contentment, solidifying a friendship that was growing fast and complete, discovering many mutual likes and dislikes in music and food and art. I accepted my roll of subservience because I knew that that was the way he wanted it to be between us. And looking back upon it over the years, I know that that's the way I wanted it too. I was so in awe of the beauty or him that a different role would have been impossible. Neither of us spoke of what we did to each other the night before. It was as though speaking of it would break the spell of it, and the excitement of forbidden pleasures would be lost. After a lovely twilight at the beach, watching the sunset, we had an expensive dinner at Katsu on Hillhurst. Experimenting with the unusual and exotic was the pattern of our relationship. Afterwards we took a slow cruise down the meat-rack checking out the hustlers and the johns. I saw the fire-plug that I claimed, noticing that it was unoccupied. Perhaps he who had used it earlier in the evening, was now tangling legs and tongues somewhere with a new lover. It was almost ten. I snuggled next to Alex, my hand caught in his loins, feeling the bone expand. My belonging to him was secure now. "It's early. Let's get a beer or two and watch the hunter catch his quarry." A poetic statement for the evening. "Yes Sir." The bar was crowded with the usual coterie of gays in their flamboyant and outrageous costumes. He held my hand, the sign of possession, as he pulled me toward the counter. With two Buds each, we drifted back against a wall in a dark corner to watch the excitement of the night. After we finished our first beer, Alex lit a joint and passed it to me. It was quality. The marijuana washed over me like a giant blush. Suddenly, all the erotic excitement of last night came together from outer limits where I had suppressed it all day. In a crashing moment I wanted it all again. All of it. I wanted Alex. I wanted sex. I wanted his cock, and most of all, I wanted his anus, his luscious moist and hot ass-hole. Alex's needs must have mastered him too, for I watched in fascination as he opened his zipper and pulled out his cock, growing in size and tumescence. He held it down with one hand so that the piss slit was aimed at the empty bottle he held in the other hand. As he pissed his stream into it, he seemed unaware that everyone around us was watching. When the bottle was full he handed it to me. Words were unnecessary. It was warm to the touch, and with my hand shaking with anticipation, I raised the bottle to my lips and drank it all. Murmurs of approbation mixed with approval surrounded us. When it was finished, Alex whispered in my ear, "Let's go," and to surprising applause we fled to the Corvette and drove home to the house on the ridge in Silverlake. "You okay?" he asked as he held my hand, entwining his fingers with mine. "Yes Sir. I almost creamed, but I didn't." His laugh was sudden and spontaneous. "Yipes!" he cried, and the car spurted ahead. In flickering candlelight we undressed each other. Slowly at first, kissing lips and tongues, unbuttoning buttons and pulling down zippers. Our hands slipped into warm and hairy places, touching bare skin and solid muscles. Our eyes triggered the excitement growing in our loins. Once naked, we assumed the attitude of lovers tenderly transferring loves' pleasures from one to the other, sucking body parts into hungry mouths like vampires; lapping on hot skin, sprinkled with smelly hair, still redolent with the pissy shit of last nights' orgy. Somehow we fell into the contra position of the sixty-nine. My mouth slipped over the cock and testicles to the bitter anus, softly yielding to my probing tongue. His belly hair mingled with mine. Ah! This is what I wanted, what I had been missing all day, my nose buried in his ass-crack smelling all his secrets, the levels of sensation sharpened by marijuanas' smoke. Our ejaculate was timed for a mutual explosion of exquisite pleasure that belongs only to lovers. We rested a while. A brief moment in our sexual odyssey. Then passion resumed its dominance, and we disappeared into our role of master and slave. The chrome and tile of the huge bathroom gleamed in the candles' light. Looking into the mirrored wall my image was reflected back. I was lying spread-eagled, on a leather sling that hung from the ceiling, and rested about three feet above the floor. My legs, spread apart, were raised above my horizontal torso. I could see into the mirror on the other wall. My ass was exposed, shorn of the hairs that grew there. My puckered hole, pink and vulnerable, was open and available. He stood beside me with a narrow anal probe, electrified and buzzing. The hum was barely perceptible, like the wings of a butterfly, but it triggered a shudder of anticipation. He touched it to my balls, and traced the vibrating tip of it up my hard cock to where the foreskin had fallen back. Slipping over the glans to the exposed tip, he rested it on the piss-slit. Excitement was short-waved to all the erogenous zones. Pulsating pleasure spheres shot like darts everywhere inside me. Then back to the anus, loose and dilating with expected pleasure, he inserted it inside my rectum, deeper and deeper, until finally it grazed againse my prostate. "Oh my god, Sir!" "Don't come." "Oh my god, Sir" "Don't come I said, and I mean it." "Pleae, please stop, Sir. Oh jesus god! I'm coming. Oh my god!" "Don't come slave. I said don't come. I mean it ass-hole." "Oh jesus help me!" I cried as the cum shot out of my cock. "I told you not to come. I ordered it, he yelled in a harsh and abrupt scream, his words echoing against the hard walls of mirror and tile. "How dare you disobey me. You'll be punished now." Each word was punctuated by a resounding slap on my hip. He unshackled my arms and legs, and helping me out of the sling he led me to a table on a side wall. "Bend over," he said. Rest your arms on top. That's it, lean on it," and he picked up a paddle. "Now baby, you'll get it. I'll teach you to disobey me. Bend over, slave." "I'm sorry, Sir." He hit me, sharp and powerful, a resounding crack shattered the quiet. "Apologize!" "I'm sorry, Sir." He hit me again. A stinging blow on my buttocks. "Louder," he yelled as he struck me again. "I'm sorry, Sir," I yelled back. I could see him relected in the mirror. His cock was thrust forward, stuffed with passion. His body thrilled at the beating, wallowed in lust that now dictated his every move. And as each slap on the cheeks resounded, the sting of it caused a wonderful warmth and pleasure in the heart of my balls and the core of my cock. "Oh my god, Sir, please, hit me harder. I'm sorry I disobeyed you. Hit me harder, Sir. I deserve it, Sir. I'm sorry." And the paddle came down on my ass in one more swipe of justice. He fell to his knees and, grabbing me around the waist, he pulled my body to him, slobbering over my ass. His tongue washed away the stinging hurt with kisses, as a father would tend the wounds of his son. He slipped his fingers into the crack between the ass-cheeks and separating them he kissed my hole. "Ah Sir!" I moaned. "Ah! Ah!" He pulled away and raised himself from his subordinate position. I turned to him and we were locked in a lovers embrace, welded together by a deep wet kiss. Our cocks tangled in pubic hair, and he led me out of the bathroom to the bed where he lay beside me. He looked at me, his eyes were warm and glistened with tears caught in golden lashes. "I love you," he said as he exhaled sweet breath over me. And his lips pasted circles of wet on all the parts of my chest and abdomen that they touched, and then he kissed my cock, so proud in its strength and rock hardness. The solid muscle rising out of its' patch of hair as though it had its own presence, independent from the rest of my body. And I watch his reflection in the mirror as he licked my cock with his agile tongue and deep throat. He pulled away, turning his head he looked at me. "Don't come." "Yessir! I won't come. Not now, Sir." And he worshipped my cock in all the ways that he knew, and I didn't come. We drank beer and smoked grass and watched porn on the giant T V screen as we lay together naked on the bed. Our hands and mouths built pleasures plateaus, each higher than the last, and like the tower of babel, reached to heaven. It seemed that my concentrated hunger was centered on his anus, an addiction to taste and smell, to suck on the pliable ass-hole that gave little resistance to an active tongue or to probing fingers. By some muscular power, he was able to raise his legs up into the air and roll them back over his body. His ever ready cock, swollen with energy, hung above his face. With a litte prodding of his hand upon his thighs, he was able to lower the cock to where he swallowed it into his mouth. I watched with envy and fascination as he fellated himself, his tongue working on the smooth tight skin, over familiar ridges and curves and swollen blood vessels. It was when he was in this contorted position that I separated the buttocks and exposed the pink, throbbing, hair-covered anus. While his cock was deep into his throat, my tongue was drooling in his rectum. His pleasure was two-edged. It thrilled me to know I helped him achieve this extreme level of pleasure. His control extended the wild sensation. He seemed to know when to pull away from the brink of a realized climax. When it was over we rested, drinking beer and smoking grass, we watched videos of Christopher Rage and his perverted brothers perform ultimate indecencies upon each other. Just as we performed them on ourselves. But most exciting of all was the piss. That silky stream. Warm and luscious. Flowing from his cock onto mine. It varied in its' flow. At first a dribble, slow to begin its' evacuation from a full and distended bladder, the yellow stream gained in intensity and soon struck my body with a marvelous stinging sensation. The acrid ammonia stink of it enhanced the excitement, for it was a reminder that this most intimate action of one upon the other was forbidden. When the flow was at its' greatest level, I opened my mouth to feel the pressure of it upon my tongue, and most thrilling of all, the back of my throat where it triggered a pleasure unique to the action. In addition to this overwhelming sensual pleasure was the satisfaction of the psychological need. The need to prove to my lover that I was in fact his slave, dedicated to give myself to him. All the while that he pissed on me; in my hair, on my nipples and cock and in my throat, I was his toilet. The climax of our weekend came when somewhere in time, when the candles were flickering their last shadowed light, he pissed into my rectum while he fucked me. I sensed the flood, so warm and comforting, like a shot of rare brandy. I had reached the limit of subservience now. I thought there was no further I could go to prove my enslavement, but I was wrong. There was one step left. One more attitude left to drag me into the pit of depravity trapping me in a rising tide of lust. When he eased his cock out, he yelled, "Hold it." "Yes, Sir." He fell onto the bed, lying on his back. "Stand over me," he demanded, and then, "Okay slave, let it loose." The piss and shit inundated him. The piss enema poured out and sprayed over him like a tidal wave. He was covered with it. He was wet now, interpolated with clods of little soft turds that were redolent and excited me. "Get down, on top of me. Lay your body on mine." I did, absorbing the stink of the hellish ablutions that pasted our bodies together. I slid around in this pool of muck so that my pissy cock and balls were in his face, just as his were in mine, and the sounds of sucking and lapping and slurping were accented by the groans of need and giving. We abandoned ourselves to the demons of lust. It was a depraved feast, yet a feast of thanksgiving. As we sucked away the remnants of piss and shit, sperm ejaculated from the hidden corners of our scrotums. The tensions of the night had reached their final limit, and we drifted over the horizon of time, into a deep and peaceful sleep. "I love you." "I love you too, Sir." Somewhere between dawn and twilight on Sunday, we soaked our bodies in a bubbling jacuzzi that washed away the filth. The searing water and fragrant soap was scented with gardenia that dissolved traces of the nights' experiments. We were clean and fragrant now. Our skin, silky to the touch. He led me through a doorway and down the hall to another bedroom, clean and fresh. A table by the bed hid a refrigerator filled with luscious roast chicken and cold champagne. We feasted. We chattered. We laughed. Neither of us mentioned the night, dark with hidden secrets. The past was gone now. Only the future remained. Licentious evils had been washed away and we began the dance of love, innocent as children. Sweet and tender. It began with gentle kisses and led us into a paradise that neither of us knew existed. Nor would ever leave. joe wilson I hope you liked my story if you did, please let me know if you didn't let me know that too Wilson583@aol.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/master-student | From: an54349@anon.penet.fi (Julian ) Reply-To: an54349@anon.penet.fi Date: Fri, 3 Dec 1993 20:40:02 UTC Subject: The Master Student THE MASTER STUDENT I He was a B student in my class, hardworking and conscientious. He frequently would come to my university office to go over homework problems. He was one of those students you got to know better than most and even began to be friends with. I'm not quite sure why this was so. He was not one of my most gifted students and he tended not to be particularly pushy. To be sure, I found him attractive (he was about 5'9", well proportioned with good definition, and had an attractive face with short cropped hair). But lust was not the basis for attraction. Rather it was something about his personality--a kind of commanding presence in a quiet way. He didn't intimidate me--he'd never come close to transgressing the proper student-professor relationship--but I think I felt he could if he chose to, and I responded positively to that. In any case, when other students were not waiting to see me we often would chat informally after we had finished our course business. One time we talked quite a bit about my farm. I guess I made it sound pretty attractive because he volunteered he hoped he could see it some time. I said I saw no reason why not. When we finished going over problems today we were alone and chatting. During a lull he said, "You remember saying I could come out to your farm some time?" When I replied that I did, he said, "When can we do it?" "When would you like?" "Well, I don't have wheels, so I'd have to go out with you. I know you usually go there Thursday afternoons or evenings and come back early Tuesday. Missing class on Monday's is no sweat, but I have one class on Fridays which I can't afford to cut. The professor just canceled that class for tomorrow. ... Any chance I could go out with you today?" I was taken a bit by surprise. I didn't have any special plans for the weekend, but for a moment viewed it as an intrusion. Just then I felt that special commanding presence. It felt good to let him pressure me into it like this, so I said, "OK. But I have to leave within 90 minutes to avoid rush hour traffic. Can you make it?" "No sweat, Sir. I'll go get my stuff right this minute." "Meet me at the top level of the parking garage in one hour." Little did I know he had his things packed and at school and had to kill time until then. We met at the appointed time and drove. The temperature was cool and he wore a leather jacket. We talked only sporadically. Once we had gotten outside the urban area, it suddenly occurred to me that I'd left a lot of SM gear--rack, bondage items, etc.--out in my main bedroom after my last masturbatory scene. There was SM porn scattered all over. I couldn't see any way to keep him from spying the stuff; there was no way to get into the house without passing the room; and there are no doors on it. I spent the rest of the time worrying what his reaction might be and what I might try to say in explanation. "Oh, why did I let him talk me into this?" I thought. As he sat opposite me, he said little, but glanced on and off over towards me. He was more commanding there than at my office, and for the first time he struck me as slightly cocky. "I bet ou're feeling pretty proud of yourself for pulling off this invite," I thought. But the hint of cockiness made him more attractive and more dominating. I wondered how cocky he'd be with a peer or somebody subordinate. As we drove down the road into my farm, I'd come up with no way of dealing with the SM stuff lying around. I decided to say nothing unless he took the lead. He grabbed a medium soft clothing bag and followed me into the house. I offered to show him around, trying to steer him away from my large bedroom which doubled as living room. I showed him the bathroom and his room upstairs. He sat at the kitchen table and I offered him a beer. He took one, then gazed into my room. "I guess that's your room, huh?" Then he got up, walked towards it, and pointed to all the SM apparatus. "Looks like somebody's into a little kinky stuff. Mind if I take a look and see what you got?" There wasn't much I could do except say, "Sure." and think to myself that his reaction didn't seem negative so far. He went in and looked it over. "You put yourself in it and do an SM trip on yourself while you jerk off?" It was as much a statement as a question. "Yeh. You guessed it." "It'd be a lot better if you were doing it with an S." "Maybe. But you got to find the right one. That's not easy. Also, with AIDS there's too much risk. This way works and its safe." "You must be HIV negative, right?" "Yes." "So am I." He continued to look at the stuff, then sat down and peeked through a lot of the porn. He seemed to be taking note of what pages I'd dog-eared. I wondered, might he be in to SM? After a few minutes he spoke again, "You know, it might be a lot easier and safer than you think to find a real S, the right S for you." A bit of the earlier cockiness was there. He read some more, then got up, and said, " Well, I'm going to go and change into something more appropriate." Just as he was about to start up the stairs heading towards his room, he turned with a cocky grin and said, "While I do, why don't you get out of those things?" It was phrased as a question, but I took it more as a command. I went into my room and stood there trying to decide what to change into. But, then, I thought, "He didn't say to change into something else. He said to get out of these clothes. Is he telling me to strip?" I pondered it a bit. "Is he propositioning me? Was he offering to be S to me when he said it might be easier than I thought to find the right S? He said he's HIV negative. Maybe I'd better strip. ... But what if I'm wrong, if he's not interested? What will he think if he comes down and finds me naked here-- especially after finding all my SM stuff?" But the more I pondered, the more I felt dominated by him. I fantasized him coming down and finding me naked and submissive. Whether he was propositioning me or not, it would be humiliating--and erotic. I got a raging hardon just thinking about it. "You know," I said to myself," it was a bit humiliating ... his finding all my SM stuff and finding I was into that stuff. But it was wasn't all that bad. In fact, I sort of liked it once it came down. ... What the hell, I'll risk it." I was hoping he would be S to me. I took my clothes off and put them away and positioned myself in a "parade rest" position--legs spread and arms clasped in the small of my back--awaiting his return. II He came down the stairs in full leather. He had on motorcycle boots, leather pants, studded belt, leather vest, and a leather motorcycle hat. He came up to me, stopping at arms length. He looked me over slowly from top to bottom. He exuded confidence and I lowered my eyes in deferential servitude. He reached out and softly grabbed my free hanging testicles. Slowly he fondled them gently. Then, suddenly without warning, he ground his thumb into my balls. I winced but said nothing. Then, as he did, he took one of my nipples with his other hand and started pinching it roughly, digging his nails in. Next he took the other tit in his teeth and started biting--harder and harder. Pretty quickly he was working full force with each. Suddenly he put an arm around my neck, drew my lips to his, and kissed me probing deeply with his tongue as he continued to work my balls hard. He suddenly stopped, stepped backwards, and said, "Assume the position, Slave." As I said, "Yes, Master, " I bent over and grabbed my ankles. It was painful as I stood there stretched with my ass up in the air like that; but I dared not complain or ease my position. In a minute or so he pulled the studded belt out of his leathers and began to crack it, studs down, full strength on my ass. "Count them out, fucker." "One." "One what?" "One, Sir!" "What else do you have to say?" "Thank you Sir!" "Two, Sir. Thank you Sir!" "Speed up; you're behind in the count." "Yes, Sir!. Three, Sir!. Thank you Sir! Four, Sir!. Thank you Sir! ....." He stopped at 150. I remained in the position awaiting further orders. "On your knees!" I knelt. "Get my cock out and suck it. ... No hands!" I leaned forward with my mouth and tried to pull out the zipper tab with my tongue. "Hurry up! I said to suck my cock!" he said as I fumbled. Then he began switching my back with a quirt. "Get a move on!" Finally I got the zipper in my teeth and pulled it down. I dug my tongue and lips into his crotch and finally hooked his cock with my tongue and slurped it toward the opening. All the while blows are raining harder and harder on my back. Once I get his cock into my mouth they stop. ... It is a nice cock. ... Not too thick, fairly long, and uncut. I tongue the cheesy foreskin, and do my best job cocksucking. But I'm at best fair, and I keep him rock hard, but he doesn't come. Eventually he pulls it out dripping with saliva. "Bend over!" "Yes, Master!" I do so. bending my knees to accommodate for my being taller. He plunges his cock into the hilt, grabbing my hips, and rides the hell out of me. I'm full and ungreased, and it's a bit raw. I scream He keeps it up long enough to make it pretty uncomfortable. When he finally climaxes, he leaves it in there until it begins to get soft. Then he pulls it out and says, "On your knees, Slave!" "Yes Master!" His dick is covered with brown shit smears. "Clean me off, you filthy pig." "With Honor, Master." "As I took it into my mouth and began cleaning it off inside with my tongue and lips, he snarled, "Don't get uppity. You're not much of a slave. Hell, you're even a worse cocksucker than you are a college teacher. And you're not much good at that either. Otherwise I'd be Aceing your course--hard as I work at it" I continued to suck long after he was clean. He began to harden again, and as he got hotter he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me deep onto his rod. I discovered he was plenty big for my mouth as I gagged and struggled for my breath. He continued to hold me down until he shot a wad down deep down my throat. "I hope he's telling the truth about being HIV negative; cause this ain't 'safe sex' and he's got me filled at both ends." He held me there longer and then let loose his bladder. I gagged and sputtered as I tried to take his piss. More of his body fluids. He pulled out after he was empty. I stayed kneeling at his feet. After a while he said to me, "Tell me what you are." "I'm a slave, Sir!" "Whose Slave?" "Yours, Master!" "What does it mean to be my Slave?" "It means, Sir, that I only exist for your pleasure, Sir. That my body is yours to do whatever you please with. Sir!." "What about your pantyassed fucking mind?" "That belongs to you too, Sir." "I command you to love and adore whatever I do to you. If at any time you have feelings of anger or resentment to me, you are to confess them immediately. Understand?" "Yes, Master." "Some other rules: You are not to speak unless spoken to. You are to be available for service and show respect to me at all times. You are forbidden to use furniture. You may not do ANYTHING unless ordered by me to do so. UNDERSTAND?" "Yes, Master." "Finally, you are always bound by whatever rules I make up. Understand?" jjjj It was scary. But his command over me was powerful and I replied, "Yes Master. I am bound by all these conditions and any others you may impose." Impulsively I added, "Thank you for enslaving me, Sir!" He caught me in the chin with his knee, knocking me on my side and then proceeded to kick me hard in the groin. Instinctively I put my hands down there to protect myself. "How dare you resist me! Get your hands away from there immediately!" Scared shitless I complied. He kicked repeatedly at my crotch with his boots. "You got a lot to learn about being a slave, Boy." "Yes Master." "You need some humiliation to know your place." He proceeded to string me up arms above my head, then disappeared to the bathroom. He came back, lathered my crotch and shaved it. Then he did my legs, arms, chest, and back. He took me down, had me bend over, and shaved my crack and balls. Then he had me suck on his dick as he shaved my head. He pulled me off his cock, stood back, said, "Stand up. Let me admire my work." I did so, slowly turning in place when he motioned for me to do so. "You're beginning to look a little bit like a slave--even though you do an execrable job of being one. Go look yourself over in the mirror. That's how you ought to look! " I did so. I found I rather liked the "clean look." It was rather erotic. "Maybe I ought top take a picture and pass it around in class. ... What da ya think of that idea?" It scared the shit out of me. But I realized this was a serious SM trip in which I'd better do as he bid. Besides, I wanted to serve him. And to serve him here was to obey him, so remembering his rules I said, with partial conviction, "Sir, my immediate reaction was fear and resentment that you might do it. I deserve to be punished for this breach of rules. I realize my concern over the matter is inappropriate. You are my MASTER and ANYTHING YOU WISH TO DO CONCERNING ME IS APPROPRIATE. ... I would be HONORED if you were proud enough of your Slave to show that picture ANYWHERE including my class." "Well, I wouldn't be proud ... cause you only look like half a slave." He ordered me to lie on the bed and tied me spread-eagled. Then he went to his room and returned with some supplies. He coated a Q-tip with KY, and worked it up my urethra. Then he took a piercing needle, pressed it against the underside of where my glans joins the shaft of my cock, and shoved the needle against the Q-tip end inside. Then he worked the needle out the end of my cockhead. Instead of inserting the usual "Prince Albert" there, he pulled out a largish padlock with a skinny "U" and inserted it through the end of my slit and out the new piercing, locking it so the body of the lock hung downwards. "Well, as long as I have the key, you're mine. ... Boy don't you think you're going to have fun trying to get through airport security with that on!" He left me for a while to recover from all the trauma, then returned to untie me. "Admire your shaven-pierced body in the Mirror, Cocksucking Slave. See what a real slave ought to look like. ... You look like a slave. Maybe some day you'll start acting like one who's worth a shit." "I hope so, Sir.!" After a pause he replied, "It's going to take a lot of training and work before that has a Ghost in Hell's chance. He left me there and disappeared. Much later he came back and said, "My, don't you look like a real slave now. Let's see if you really are." He blindfolded me and had me lie down on the floor. He shackled my ankles to a spreader bar with leather cuffs, then activated the electric winch that hoisted me upside down into the air. My arms hung down, just grazing the floor. My wrists were lashed together and a rope pulled them back sharply and was tied to a ring in the wall. The winch and rope were adjusted so that my balls were at waist height. He grabbed my balls and began to work them over. He stretched them out as far as he could, then hooked on a parachute ball stretcher. From it he suspended a 10 lb. weight on a couple feet of rope, with an extra tail hanging off the weight. He put the rope tail into my mouth and told me to clench it with my teeth. I did. But 10 lbs is a lot to hold by your teeth. Eventually I couldn't do it any more. When I let go, the weight went crashing down until it went taught. My balls wrenched and shocks of extreme pain shot from them throughout my body. I felt something greasy grab my cock. As it stroked me it rubbed the grease all over my shaft and glans. Then it moved down to my balls. Slowly it began to burn like hell. It was Ben Gay or Mentholatum. Then the hand loaded up a couple fingers with the stuff, reached down and opened up my ass. He began packing my rectum with the stuff. Soon I was burning inside and out. He left me. Later he cleaned me up and put me into spread-eagle bondage. After looking me over like an animal at auction, he leaned forward and kissed me gently. He ran his fingers lightly all over my body and my muscles writhed to the caresses that were barely more than a tickle. I started to get hard. He returned to my mouth and gave me a deep kiss, probing with his tongue. As my arms were stretched out, my chest muscles were expanded. My nipples puckered and stiffened. He noticed and kissed my left nipple lightly. I felt his tongue moving gently around the sides and over the tip of my nipple. My breath caught in my throat. Without warning he bit sharply on my tit. I gasped and tried to escape by twisting sideways; but he clinched tighter and hung on as my movements stretched out the tit. Suddenly his mouth is on my other nipple, first gently tonguing it and then, without warning, chomping down on it with clenched teeth. Back and forth he darted, chewing and pulling on my tips. The pain grew more and more erotic as the action got rougher and rougher.JI was relaxing into enjoyment of the pain, when suddenly it stopped and his tongue started lapping my balls. Then it sucked them in and began to suck on them. Gradually it began chewing on the testicles themselves, getting rougher and rougher. His upraised hands continued the action on my tits. Just as I had relaxed enough to begin enjoying the ball biting, I felt his hand caressing my ass. Then, suddenly, a greased finger surprised my asshole by going in and beginning to probe. As my sphincter relaxed, additional fingers were added until four were inside. He thrust deep, reaming out my ass. He pushed so hard that my body arched forward, adding to the pull of the teeth on my balls. Eventually he withdrew his hand, stuck a large dildo in its place, and ceased all contact with my body. Next thing I knew, there was the crack of a strop on my buttocks. Gradually I got into the steady, even, rhythmic strokes. I began to enjoy the burning glow on my but. An inhaler of amyl was shoved into my nose and strapped on so I'd get an uninterrupted dose of poppers. The strokes--hundreds of them--continued to rain on my ass Then as I grew used to them, these were followed by the bite of a "cat of nine tails" on my back--again in steady, slow rhythmic strokes. In the delirium of that amyl blitz, the combination of the cat on my back together with the lingering after-pain of everything else that had been done to me was incredible. I was so into the pain that I almost didn't notice the whipping stop until there was a gentle caress of lips on my engorged cock; then the lips took in my cock and he gave me a blow job. Almost immediately I shot my wad--and slumped in my bonds. As I did, everything else stopped and I hung there in the aftershocks of a deep climax. Wax from a candle began to dribble over my the front of my body. Gradually I became used to the burning sensations. He seemed to be using cheap candles that don't burn you seriously like beeswax ones do. First the wax dripped over my nipples and chest. A goodly amount, dropped slowly enough to feel each searing drop. Suddenly my cock and balls became the target. He seemed to be aiming especially for my sensitive glans. Every drop was searingly painful. He kept it up until my cock had a heavy coat of wax. III The Master wanted a break in the action. Wordlessly he untied me. I knew that the usual long list of slave rules applied. I was a bit disoriented from all I'd gone through, and I had trouble remembering all the trivial rules: No touching in the crotch area, no rubbing of bruises or sore spots. No scratching of itches. No looking up at him. No use of furniture. No drinking without permission. No getting angry at him. And so on. Not only were all these things forbidden me, I was forbidden to even desire them. But I was thirsty, I itched, I was sore, and I desperately wanted to sit down. A further rule required me to immediately confess such desires. I confessed them as they occurred. But to do so, I had to violate another rule--no talking except in direct response to a question. He'd asked me no questions, so I was punished doubly for each confessed infraction. Punishments included refusing to satisfy my desires, a sharp fist to the gut that doubled me over, a kick in the balls, being ordered to lie down on my back without complaint as he ground his boot into my crotch. Just before he led me off to start the next round he told me it was going to be especially harsh since I'd so abused the little freedom he had given me. He took me over to a point about three feet from the wall. My shackled hands were tied overhead to a ring in the ceiling so that I had to stand on tiptoe to relieve the strain. Then shackles were placed on my ankles. The right one was tied to a ring on the floor just below my hand ring. The left ankle was lifted up to waist height. From it a rope was stretched to a ring in the wall and tied. Stretched in three directions I was extremely uncomfortable. By standing on my right tiptoes I could obtain only the most minimal relief of the strain. My mouth, ass, cock, balls, tits, stomach, back, and legs--all parts of my clean-shaven body--were well exposed for plenty of action. I was blindfolded but not gagged. He left me for a while. I began to suffer the strain of my bondage. My arms began to tingle and go numb. My limbs ached. When it seemed I could take no more of this--when I was about to scream for mercy--I heard him approach. He positioned himself--and swung the bullwhip in all seriousness. In the last instant before the whip struck, he snapped the wrist backward. The tip snapped viciously against my belly an inch from my cock. The snap of the whip was like a concentrated explosion--intensified by the fact my body was clean-shaven With the flash of pain .on my belly there was a brilliant flash of blue-white light behind my eyes. "YAA-A-AGHHH! O God! You'll kill me. Master, PLEASE! ... AAYE-E-E-EEEE!" He continued to swing the whip. Carefully he placed the searing tips all around my crotch, each time missing my cock and balls. Then he aimed for my tits, working them over until they were welted and bleeding. Next he shifted attention to my balls. My entire shaved body convulsed each time the whip struck my balls. He stopped. "Thank God," I thought, "I couldn't take much more." But, then, a minute later, through the haze I heard the swing of the whip. My false sense of security was broken by the whip attacking the glans of my cock. He took me down and had me kneel in front of him. He dangled his cock in my face, tantalizing me as his glans grazed my lips. "You want it, don't you, Boy?" I did, and replied, "Yes Master. Please, Master, may I suck your cock?" I would have made the same reply even if I hadn't wanted to suck it. "Beg for it." "Please, Sir! Please let me suck your cock. Please, Sir, I'd give anything to suck your cock." He continued to dangle it in front of my mouth. I wanted so bad to dart out my tongue and caress my master's cock. But I knew better than to do so without permission, so I suffered in anticipation and hope. Finally, he said, "Suck my cock, you worthless piece of shit." I darted out my tongue, caught the dangling cock with it, and slurped in the huge organ, swallowing it to the hilt. He fucked me roughly. I enjoyed it, even when plunged all the way in it so filled my throat that I gasped for air. "Get ready, I'm going to come!" He grabbed me by the back of the head, pulled it onto his cock, and shot a big wad down my throat. He continued to hold my face tight against his crotch. "OK, slave. That was a pretty good job of cocksucking. For your reward you can bring yourself off as you drain the cum out of my cock." I grabbed my rigid cock with my manacled hands and began pumping. As I approached orgasm, my body tensed. Just as I was about to come, he put his hands around my neck and began choking me. I panicked but kept on masturbating. I climaxed just as I was close to blacking out. It was an incredible orgasm. He stopped choking me after I came, but kept his cock rammed deep into my throat as I gasped for air. Desperately I tried to reach up and get free, but my bonds prevented me. Gradually I was able to get little gasps of air around the cock deep within me. I began to relax. Just as I did, he let lose with a stream of warm piss. "Drink it, you bastard. Drink the piss from my cock, every drop of it." Eagerly I swallowed the golden fluid. "Look, you Fucker, I know you're getting off on all the action I'm laying on you. Well a fucking SLAVE exists only for the PLEASURE of the MASTER. I'm not training you for your pleasure--for Mine! ... It's about time you started SERVING ME!" "Yes, Sir. I only exist to serve you, Sir." He put me in very light bondage: Slave collar with two 18 inch chains to shackles. I had enough freedom to do things with my hands, but I couldn't reach down to my cock. "You're to stay out of my way, but be in close enough proximity to instantly do anything I want. Keep your fucking trap shut, don't move about of make your presence known to me, just think about and my needs and serving me--nothing else--and stay off the furniture. Understand?" "Yes, Master." He sat in an easy chair. I went over to a nearby corner and quietly sat on the floor moving as little as possible. Most of the time he just ignored my presence. Occasionally he would send me for a beer, or to get something to read. Once or twice he had me come over and suck on his dick while he read. When he went to bed, I would curl up on the floor nearby. Once he woke up and gave me some order. I was sound asleep and didn't hear. He jumped out of bed yelling at me, yanked me painfully up to my feet by my cock and balls, pushed my head down so I was bent over, and blistered my ass with a belt. He told me to get him a drink. I did. After I heard him snore I dozed off lightly again. Gradually I fell into the body-slave routine and was getting to enjoy it. He sensed this and decided it was tine to work me over again. IV Around 11 P.M. Monday night he had me kneel before him. I had been in total enslavement to him since Thursday evening. He scoured at me, then said, "Thursday evening you swore allegiance to me, saying among other things, 'Yes Master. I am bound by all these conditions and any others you may impose.' I intend to hold you to that commitment. Do you have any objections? Not that it would influence my decision." I pondered, thinking to myself that this unplanned weekend guest certainly was making a radical transformation in my life. But over the past 76 hours the commanding, dominating, superior person I'd earlier had just glimpsed had emerged fully. As I had served him in often brutal slavery these past days, I had become completely captivated by him. I loved him--especially when he was brutal. He has become the embodiment of all my most secret fantasies. For whatever reason he now has such a hold on me that I know I'll do whatever he commands. So I answer, "No Sir. No objections. I am honored to be your Slave.... as long as you desire." He waited impassively as if wanting something else. I stumbled on, "I mean, Sir, UNCONDITIONAL SLAVERY. ... No Limits." He responded, "Fine. Now here's the deal. I get an "A" in your course--anything less would compromise our Master-Slave relationship. This semester we go our regular schedules. Sometimes I'll let you come back here Thursdays. You'll give my your other truck so I can come out here after class Fridays. You are my slave, no matter where you are. For as long as I desire. As you said, 'No Limits!' ... These are temporary arrangements until the semester is over. Then I graduate. When I do, I don't intend to work. YOU will support me. So I'll let you do enough to hold on to you professor job. But on, my terms, my schedule. Understand?" "Yes, Master." He handed me several sheets of paper. "On our way into the city tomorrow we'll stop by at a Notary and have us sign this agreement: We the undersigned, hereafter known respectively as Master and Slave, agree to enter into a Master-Slave relationship as follows: The Slave undertakes the following obligations: 1. i am a slave and i surrender myself completely to my Master. 2. Because my body is now my Master's property it is no longer my right to protest any use He chooses to make of it. Rather it is an honor if he deigns to touch me. 3. It is my duty to obey all and any commands given me by my Master, and to do so without question or hesitation. 4. i will gratefully accept whatever bodily fluids my Master offers me and serve as his toilet slave. 5. i shall speak only when my Master gives me permission to speak, and any questions I have regarding His commands or the specifications of my assigned duties are to be made in private, never in front of other people. 6. i acknowledge my inferiority to my Master. 7. In all personal activities, i surrender all decisions to my Master: a. i shall wear only the clothing my Master permits me to wear, and go naked in the absence of instructions to the contrary. b. My bodily functions are controlled completely by my Master; even the times I may go to the bathroom are to be specified by him. c. i shall continue working as a professor so as to support my Master in fine fashion. Thus i shall turn over all proceeds from my employment to him. d. On the first anniversary of this agreement i shall make my Master 51% co-owner of all my present assets. e. i shall address my Master as "Master" or "Sir" or by whatever title he chooses to specify. f. i shall accept whatever punishments my Master may decree without complaint or protest. g. i shall keep my body in whatever state of cleanliness, outside or otherwise, My Master desires. h. I shall keep my entire body free of all hair at all times. i. At all times i will stand in a respectful posture in my Master's presence, and will sit or lie down only with his consent. At no time will i presume to sit on a piece of furniture without my Master's express permission. j. my very thoughts will be only to love and serve my Master and to make him, proud of me. i will never carry feelings of anger or resentment toward Him, and if such a thought should involuntarily cross my consciousness i shall immediately confess these feelings to Him and submit to whatever punishment He deems appropriate. 8. i recognize my duty to keep my body in a proper healthy condition for my Master's use and pleasure. 9. i will reside in whatever quarters are mandated by my Master. 10. i will eat only those foods provided or allowed by my Master, when and where he specifies i may eat them. 11. i will never drink alcohol or take drugs without my Master's specific permission. 12. i will at all times be available for my Master's use, or the use of whomever He shall command me to serve. At the same time i shall do my best never to be an encumbrance upon Him, or to make Him uncomfortable by my presence. 13. i will submit willingly to whatever additional rules (specified or unspecified) or revisions of these rules my Master may wish to impose, either now or at a later date. The Master undertakes the following obligations. 1. I am a master and I accept this Slave in servitude. 2. I will use my slave's body as I wish, such usage to be limited only by my responsibility not to damage his physical or mental well-being. This means I may not maim or cripple him, but it does not preclude actions that permanently scar or mark his body including scarification, tattooing, piercing, castraton, or noncrippling surgical changes in his body. I will take reasonable precautions to prevent him from being exposed to AIDS. This does not preclude allowing others to use him sexually if they are known HIV negative or if only safe sex practices are engaged in. 3. I shall provide adequate, if not convenient, opportunities for the Slave to continue meeting his minimal responsibilities for continued employment as a tenured professor, and I shall use my full powers as Master to ensure that he does so fulfill those responsibilities. 4. I shall establish rules that will attempt to foresee for every situation and contingency every facet of my slave's life. I make no promises that such rules shall be explicit, fixed, consistent, noncapricious, or reasonable. And I undertake no guarantees that the enforcement of such rules will be fair, consistent, or reasonable. My sole limitations in making rules and their enforcement shall be imposed by other clauses of this agreement. 5. Within the self-imposed limitations established in this agreement, I undertake to train and discipline my slave in a manner calculated to guide him toward a perfection of obedient submission that I know he never can achieve. In doing so, it will be my goal to reward his efforts by dispensing the punishments he deserves and thus should desire. 6. I shall steward the resources assigned to me by my slave so as to not jeopardize his long-term security and provision for his necessities. Further we both agree 1. That this agreement continues so long as the Master desires. It may be voided in whole, but not in part, by the Master but it may not be voided in whole or in part by the Slave under any circumstances. 2. Any disputes between the Master and Slave over the interpretation or application of the provisions of this contract shall be submitted to arbitration. The arbitrator will be the Master and his decisions shall be binding and not appealable." It was a scary contract. For it essentially surrendered everything to him with no protections for myself. It was only as protective as he was trustworthy. Nobody in their right mind would have signed such a contract. But I was not in my right mind. My fantasies all had become true and I, in my 40s, was in love with a young, cool, demanding, calculating, cocky twenty-y ear old who had brutally swept me off my feet. I might not survive it. But it was a dream come true. And I said, "The contract seems very fair to me, Sir. I'll be honored to sign it tomorrow." On our way back to school we stopped at a Bank and had it notarized. I was now a permanent slave with nor essentially no rights and unbearable obligations. But I had a deliciously cruel demanding young Master who would see that I got what I deserved, needed, and, in my heart of hearts, craved. When the contract had been signed, I felt extremely lucky. When I got back to the truck I said, "I love you, Master." "When you get to your office remind me to punish you for speaking without permission." "Gladly, Master!" END |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/wild-teen-sex | Date: Tue, 30 Jun 1998 08:17:48 PDT From: Randy Subject: Wild Teen Sex Wild Teen Sex By Randy Fred is a boy at my school in the year below and is one of those young boys who has wonderful boyish good looks. He is 17, closer to 16 than 18 and is about 5 foot 8 with mousey brown hair in a centre parting, around his cute round face and brown eyes. His legs are roundly muscled with the beginnings of thin light brown hair growing on them. He isn't particularly muscly but he is slim and his chest has some definition and a very small amount of light brown hair under his belly button. That is the most of his body that I've seen and when I saw him in his boxers getting changed I thought I would faint, either that or get busted gaping at him. He was desperately attractive and every time I see him I pop a massive woody. Oh, by the way, I'm 18 (closer to 17 than 19), 5'11", 140lbs, brown hair, brown eyes and a 7.5 inch boner. I have a quite nicely defined body (I think!) and slightly more hair than Fred but no more than is normal for a guy my age. Anyway, it was a Tuesday and we were both getting changed for sport in the locker room. Everyone else had left for sport already but ours didn't start for an hour, we were chatting mindlessly about something to do with the schools attitude towards sport but the conversation tailed off when boredom set in. Fred had just taken his trousers off and, surprisingly, then took his shirt off. I say surprisingly because usually people change their trousers then change their shirts so that as little as possible is exposed at any one time. Not that I was complaining but it was becoming surprisingly difficult to hide my boner in my boxers. Instead of putting any clothes on he just stood there and raised his eyebrows, "Now, have you got a canoe in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?" He said, grinning knowingly. "Well it's not a canoe!" I said, dropping the subtle hint. "Ooooh!" He said, with a raised voice, picking up the hint. "Well I'm jealous! I want a canoe too!" He said in a jokingly whining voice. Could this be happening! I was getting seriously excited, I wanted him to know I was on, but didn't want to scare him away or make him think I wasn't interested and just kidding. "I'm sure we could arrange something!" I said, pushing my tongue into my cheek and making my mouth opening circular. "How could I refuse an offer like that?" He said with pretend sarcasm, sitting down next to me. "How indeed--" I said rubbing his exposed thigh. With that he removed his boxers revealing his rapidly hardening love tool. It was now about six inches and sticking straight out from his lap. He was smiling and I reached down, gripped it and gave it a squeeze. It felt wonderfully firm and he gasped as I pulled the foreskin back and forth, jerking him off slowly. "Go on then," He said between breaths. "What?" I said softly. He moved his hands up and put his hands up and behind my head, pushing it down towards his lap. I needed no more encouragement, I quickly moved my head down and kissed the `head' of his cock. "Ooh!" He squealed, surprisingly loudly. He continued to groan as I licked up and down his hot sexy dick. "Suck it, please!" He said quietly. I carried on licking ... "Suck it!" He said, louder this time, his eyes closed and throwing his head back. I still ignored him, "Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!" He shouted this time. Worried that someone might hear I let his cock pass in-between my lips. I couldn't believe it, I had Fred, completely naked lying back on a bench in the locker room, legs spread and his hard six inch cock entering my mouth. His dick tasted really good and I licked up the streak of precum that was leaving his cock. I tried to take as much of his dick as possible into my mouth and quickly found my nose rubbing against his bush. One of his arms tightly gripped the side of the bench with the other arm holding my head in place and he bucked his hips wildly thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth. The taste, the smell and the tensing of his naked muscles underneath me were almost too much for me, I nearly shot a load without even touching my cock. I reached under him and quickly stuck my finger up his hole, he suddenly tensed up, yelled and spilt his delicious teen cream into my mouth. I managed to swallow the first spurt, but the second overwhelmed me and his dick slipped out of my mouth, the third, fourth and fifth spurts hit me square in the face. He collapsed back on the bench laughing at my appearance, but hey I wasn't complaining! I leant forward and kissed him full on the lips, spread his cream from my face onto his. I pulled back and licked the cum off his face, "My turn!" I whispered into his ear. "What do you want? I am your slave!" He taunted, "I know what you want," He said lifting his legs, exposing his cute, peach-like butt. "Oh yeah!" I replied. With that he got up and scooted off to his locker, which he opened, "Look what I've got!" He said bringing out two pairs of handcuffs and a leather belt. This was getting better, this boy was seriously horny! The bench was about a long plank of wood about a foot across with three pairs of legs, a pair at each end and one pair in the middle. "Lie down then," I told him. He lay down with his head at the far end of the bench with his arms and legs off the sides of the bench. I got down on my knees and snapped one of the cuffs onto his left wrist and attached the other end of the cuffs to the middle legs of the bench. I did the same with the other pair of cuffs to his right arm. I then took the belt and tied it round his pecs, under his armpits and round the bench, holding his chest down. The sight alone of Fred naked and strapped to a bench was almost enough to make me cum! I sat on the bench and hoisted his legs over my shoulders, his legs were so sexy and I fondled his calves and thighs while they rested on my shoulders. "Do it!" He yelled. I quickly obliged and moved my rock hard cock head up to his boy-hole, I waited a second and then jammed it in quickly. "Aghhhhhhhhhhh!" He yelled in pleasure and pain. His hole was tight and squeezed on my dick, I pulled back and thrust it back in again. Fred was groaning constantly as I plunged my cock in and out of his smooth butt. I couldn't last long and with one last push, thrust my cock hard all the way into his butt and exploded into his butt, filling it with my hot cum. I collapsed in a heap ontop of his panting body overcome by the titanic orgasm that had just ripped through my body. Then I noticed Fred was hard again ... To be continued ... All comments to san3A_GATC@hotmail.com Flames will be ignored. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/pong | Date: Sat, 11 Oct 1997 23:36:22 GMT From: "Terry B." Subject: Pong.txt - gay m/m bondage/asian story - 1/1 "PONG" - a short story by a Gay Asian and Male Bondage lover "Please be at the gate 30 minutes before departure". I could have sworn the hunky Thai ground host was showing more than a casual interest as he smiled and looked directly at the "Gay Guide to Bangkok" that was among the papers I was carrying. I was in such a rush to make my flight that I didn't spend the time to properly pack before I left the hotel. I couldn't help but admire his clean muscled looks in that tight form-fitting shirt and slacks. My two weeks vacation in Thailand left me wanting more of these georgious men. I was on an extended summer vacation just following college graduation - my gift from a wealthy and favorite uncle - the only family I really had having lost my parents when I was ten. As I approached Immigration I sighed as I saw the long lines - tourism was at it's peak in this fun filled country. After the passport formalities I headed toward the departure area past the final customs check when I heard "One moment please!" - looking back I saw a young Thai customs officer beckoning me to a counter. "Final check -please". Annoyed more than anything else at this stage I unzipped my hand carry bag carrying a change of clothes for the long flight back to Phoenix via San Francisco. The officer couldn't have been older than 22 - chisled face that looked very serious - even for someone so young. He didn't look the type to appreciate small-talk despite his looks. I noticed he packed a side-arm and a cuff-case on a black leather belt strapped to his narrow hips. Piece by piece he emptied the flight bag and to this day I can't forget my shock as he lifted a red plastic bag from the bottom - "What is this?" I hadn't a clue and told him so - "It isn't mine and I packed the bag myself - it must have gotten mixed up at the hotel". My heart started racing as he opened the bag and pulled out two sachels of a white powdered substance. "Come this way" he directed me toward a small room at the rear of the customs area at the same time signalling his colleague nearby to back him up. "Hands on the table flat - spread your legs wide" - as his friend proceeded to frisk me. No part of my anatomy was left to uncertainty and I jumped when he fondled both my basket and ass cheeks. From behind the young Thai grabbed my arms and cuffed my hands behind my back. I was in a state of shock - I had no idea where the bag had come from but my repeated explanation and pleading had no effect. They seemed to be convinced I was a drug runner or something. My brain whirled as I tried to remember what happened in the rush to leave the hotel. There was a man standing, now I remembered, very close as I was checking out and was fumbing on the floor next to my bag when he dropped some change on the floor. He must have put the drugs in my bag - I had been set-up! The cuffs were tight and chafed my wrists but nothing prepared me for what happened next! One of the officers opened a cabinet and took out a pair of heavy lockable legirons and knelt down and clamped each bare ankle with the shackles. I was in shock as all my mind could focus on was the clattering of the chains as he fumbled with the key mechanism to lock them in place. The cold hard steel bit into my ankles with the weight as I started to weave to the side as adreniline from both the fear and excitement pumped viciously trough my veins. Next they took the cuffs off only to replace them with a "belly chain" which had two heavy manacles at each side for my wrists - two separate chains were threaded between my crotch and locked at the back - I couldn't move my hands an inch from the side where they were locked to the thick chain belt. One final length of chain was pre-attached to the back of the belt ending in a handle device which was held by one of the officers - like a dog on a lead. Despite my confusion and fear I started to "harden" - the crotch chains accentuating the obvious excitement I was feeling and I looked down in embarassed confusion as I noticed my cock thicken noticably in the tight shorts I was wearing. For some time I had fantisized about wearing heavy irons and here I was locked in chains big enough to hold Hercules. That feeling soon wore off as I again realised the seriouness of the situation I was in. I was led out of the room surrounded by four guards - down a long corrider. I had to shuffle as the legirons had only about a foot of play and in the end they had to hold my arms to keep me from falling over. I didn't understand a word but they were engaged in a loud animated discussion in Thai. One guard looked up at me, holding my "Gay Guide" said - "You Lady-boy??" With that he smirked as he grabbed his crotch in his tight brown police regulation trousers - no doubt was left as to the fact that he was equipped! There was also no doubt as to what he had in mind for me as he kept fondling my buns as he led me away. Eventually, after slowly negotiating a narrow stairway down to the ground level, I was led out to a parking area where a black window-less van was waiting with the engine running. One of the officers was busy talking in a two-way radio barking out some sort of instruction. The door to the van opened in the rear allowing a glimpse of the dark interior. There were two low metal benches extending along each side of the interior of the van - it was then that I noticed heavy metal iron collars hanging directly above the rear of each position along the benches. I was hustled into the van and placed at the furthest seat. My head was roughly forced back to allow the guard to clamp the collar around my neck - I jumped when I heard the lock "click" into place with a heavy metallic sound of finality. My legs were then spread as far as the irons would allow and rings welded to each legiron cuff were padlocked to heavy stud rings jutting out from the floor at each side. Then a wide heavy canvas belt on a retractor attached to the bench was cinched and tightened around my waist forcing my body upright against the back of the bench. These, combined with the belly chain and wrist manacles still in place, completely immobilized me for the journey. For the moment I had no idea where I was to be taken. The trip lasted what seemed to be hours - each bump and bend were absolute misery as I felt the heavy collar wrenching my neck with every movement. Eventually, thank God, the ordeal ended and the van door was opened after we had been stopped for some minutes. I had expected uniformed guards to appear but was amazed to find three young Thai hunks (no better word to describe them!) wearing only black lycra bike shorts and nothing else! Not totally true as each was also belted into leather harnesses which covered their upper torsos - exquisitly showing off their sculpted muscled pectorals. Clipped to the sides of their harness belts were heavy handcuffs that jangled as they moved quickly into the van to release me. As they worked to disengage my shackles and chains I again hardened looking at the equipment they packed in their lyrca covered baskets - which they didn't hesitate to brush against me at every opportunity. My cock lengthened further in it's chain bordered prison just inhaling the clean scrubbed smell of these Thai muscle boys. Minutes later - hands now only cuffed behind my back - I found myself infront of a tall young Thai man clad in jeans and a white muscle shirt. "Welcome to the drug rehab camp" he spoke in flawless English. You will be our guest here for the next twelve months. Here you will be "detoxified" from your drug ridden experience and learn that the body can be developed into a pure state of perfection. You will be personally trained and worked until every muscle screams out for rest until your body is honed to a work of art. During this time there will be no hope of escape as you will soon discover. Let me assure you however that at the end of the twelve months you will leave here a free man - if not the same man. Should you not wish to cooperate you have one choice and that is to be returned to the police for arraignment for your crime - which in most cases in my country leads to eventual death by hanging. You will find the guards and the staff here to your liking I am sure - they will be teaching you not only the physical but also unlocking your innermost sensual desires. It is our belief that the physical well being and the sensual well being go hand-in-hand. I was already, i knew, in pretty damn good physical condition - smooth tanned flawless skin covering taut muscles built up from extensive swimming, jogging and biking. I was proud of my body and knew my best attributes - my smooth muscled chest and my tight small firm buttocks. I always looked best wearing a tight size 30" narrow sided Speedo and had just spent the better part of the past two weeks at the beach wearing little else. I knew I had no choice and secretly slowly became excited at the prospect of spending a year under the tutalage of these hot Thai hunks. Little did I know then that one of the expected duties would be to serve as the "lady boy" to these Thai "top" boy-men. My days were spent in a rigorous schedule starting at 6AM - a never ending routine of exercise, calesthenics, swimming, running, weights - broken by intermittant periods of rest, meals and massages. The massages were scheduled in mid-afternoon and a final before a lock-down marathon massage with heated oils. They were experts at this! I was in a constant state of steel hard erection as the warm oils were sensiouly rubbed into my sore muscles by skilled hands. More oil poured over my ass checks and rubbed between my thighs and legs - grazing my already massive erection. Oh for release! Please let me cum! Each session seemed to be a different young masseur - wearing only a t-back lycra thong - the basket of which was used often as an instrument of the massage itself! Inevitably - mid massage - the thong was removed and as I lay on my stomach I could feel the heated point of his manhood against my oiled buttocks. Slowly as always he eventully entered me to finish each session with a massive mutual climax as he reach under me to bring me off as well in a slippery hand embrace. As I heaved in afterglow I could feel the cold steel irons being placed on my ankles that were attached to heavy iron pins in the concrete floor at the foot of my bed - all to be repeated day after day. As the masseur left he reached down and softly kissed my face whispering "I leave my juice in you 'lady-boy' - good medicine to make you a man". No question these Thai guys had no doubt about their masculinity! The camp I later learned was a converted Thai Army emlisted mens club that had been abandoned for a newer location. It was situated close to the coast about three hours south of Bangkok. The facilities were excellent - Olympic size pool, track, gymnasium with complete work-out equipment on what appeared to be a large tract of land - very remote from any nearby towns. I was one out of at least two dozen "internees" - most of whom were other foreigners. Fraternization was most definitely discouraged - each inmate was placed in separate cells in newer buildings built for this purpose. All of the inmates were young men - aged 18 to 28. Mornings came too soon with blaring martial music over loadspeakers at 6AM sharp. Once unshackled each barracks (there were three) met outside for warm up exercises before a Thai breakfast of rice and varieties of meat and vegtables - we didn't suffer for lack of good food. Our "uniform" was simple - tight sunset red nylon speedos - we lived in them. Next came the showers - cleanliness was a passion with the guards and this was often personally supervised by the guards assigned to the shower building. The "guard to inmate" ratio was something I never understood - there were at least three for each inmate and different faces kept appearing over time. The guards were young and perfect specimens of Thai male beauty - often each with a specialty whether athletics, grooming, or massage - their muscled bodies glowing with health and masculinity. Their uniform was simple black lycra bike shorts- each wearing a leather top harness - there were no exceptions. The camp perimeter was surrounded by two sets of high chain-link fences - both with razor sharp barb-wire on the top and electrified as an extra security measure to prevent escapes and unwanted intruders. In addition each inmate was permanently fitted with an electronic "cock-ring" - a narrow rounded tight metal ring with an electronic pod that would trigger both an alarm and a heavy electric shock - if the "no-man" zone was entered. The "pod" was a small rounded metal extension at the base of the ring just behind the balls containing a tiny high amperage battery and the transmitting and electrical discharge chip. The device was impossible to remove - God knows I tried often for hours as I lay in my bed. It was simply too tightly fitted around the base of my cock. This was done the night of my arrival by use of a special pliers tool that permanently extruded the metal ring into a solid band. The finest lubrication didn't help in the least bit. In any event I never seriously considered escape as the consequences would have meant prison and death row for sure. The guards displayed an unusual high degree of cameraderie between themselves - jokingly competing with each other for thier favorite "lady-boy". This often also led to some amount of "flirting" as they attempted to out do each other for favored status among the inmates - not that the inmates had a choice in the matter in any event. There were of course some inmates favored over others and I somehow seemed to draw a higher degree of attention. They seemed to like blond blue-eyed boy-bunned types like me. Errant behavior or any sort of "non compliance" was dealt with swiftly - the punishment was usually 24 hours in a cold concrete room in "close chains". I suffered this only three times where both wrists were locked in thick heavy manacles with one link in between and similar legirons were clamped on my ankles -again with only one chain link in between. Movement was impossible and made worse by a thick steel collar inturn attached to the manacles and legirons by a three to four foot lenghth of heavy steel chain. This forced the body into a "fetal" position which after only minutes caused a high degree of discomfort. I learned that the worse the infraction the less "play" was given in the length of the chain attaching the collar, hand-manacles and legirons. This made a real difference in the level of pain and discomfort over the 24 hour period. Once released it often took days to fully recover from the discomfort and cramping pain. To add to the punishment a thick leather hood was tightened around my head with only an opening at the nose to breathe. The mouth opening was filled with a soft thick rubber dildo which was forced down my throat. Lesser misdemeanors resulted in more humane punishment. One such was a four inch wide "punishment" collar - solid steel -that often was locked on some poor offender for a day. Talk about neck cramps! The torture device forced the wearer to keep his head up and eyes straight ahead - it was impossible to look down. Another was being locked in a waist harness with crotch chains fitted with a pliable black rubber dildo. I was lucky to avoid this but it was fairly commonly used. A few of the dildo sets used had built in radio controlled vibrators to add to the guards' fun. The chain links were cinched up so tight that it was difficult to sit and the natural body's reaction to expel the dildo was useless against the unyielding chains. I was told that one eventually got used to the feeling and in the "end" it wasn't all that uncomfortable. Some other minor infractions resulted, for example, in some of us having to swim laps wearing stainless-steel legirons - after a few laps the strain on the arm muscles to stay afloat got worse and worse. Some others were made to spend nights not only in legirons but also wrist manacles that were fixed to rings in the concrete wall above the head of the beds. Sundays were a day of rest - most inmates took the opportunity to sleep as group fraternization was prohibited. This became the time when the guards, as the mood struck them, went to their favorite lady-boy's cell for quick relief - whether a blow-job or fuck. They were rarely turned away as no one wanted to gain the reputation as being uncooperative - not that they were going anywhere as the legirons were regulation when in the cells. Besides I was convinced their charms over time worked on even the "straightest" of the inmates. Their secret to this I am sure was in thier skills at massage which was a compulsory twice-daily event. The absolute sensuality of their techniques would have driven even Rambo into the arms of his captors. Over a very short matter of a few months I noticed how my body hardened and developed toned layers of muscles - my abdomen was ridged with rows of prominent muscles as never before. I became enamoured with my looks - often taking second and third looks in the mirrors in the shower room. My tan line from the tight narrow speedo started to turn me on! My narrow waist flared down to two tight perfectly shaped boy buns leading down to long tapered muscled legs. The cock ring also became a turn on for me as it inevitably kept me in a constant state of semi-hardness - my red-speedo'd basket looked ominous against my narrow hips - increasing my level of excitement. I had never experienced such a high degree of consant sexual excitement and I started fantasizing about my "favored" guards. One of these boys - Khun Pong - was especially attractive to me. He had a smile that would have stopped Godzilla in his tracks. Those sparking pearly white perfect teeth framed by a boyishly handsome tanned face - he had the most electric knock 'em dead good looks and friendly personality. When I could disengage my stare to gaze down at his body I always gasped at his powerful narrow hips and how delectible his black lycra packaged basket looked. It was as if he was wearing a bright neon sign that said "Kneel down and lick me!". Oh how I dreamed of bedding that boy! I couldn't get the image of him out of my mind. We of course had no say in the rotation of the guards to massage duty and to this day I am confused how the system worked. Nevertheless I can never forget the evening when he appeared in my cell for massage duty - I knew my prayers had been answered. He spent the night with me (this was permitted although we still had to be shackled for the night) and that night I knew I was in love. He was an endless passionate lover who took me to sexual heights I had never before experienced. Eventully in the wee hours of the morning we finally slept wrapped tightly in a muscled embrace. Pong and I are together now - two years since my release. Pong still calls me his "Lady-boy" and doesn't hesitate to use his personal supply of regulation leg-irons and manacles on me when the mood strikes him. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/knot-alone | From: an522242@anon.penet.fi (boys-stir-us (boisterous)) Reply-To: an522242@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 25 Aug 1996 03:59:18 UTC Subject: Knot Alone (M/b, pedo consensual bondange) WARNING: The following story contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity between an adult male and a boy. If you are under the age of 18 or are offended by material of this nature, please read no further. By the way, this story is not realistic and it doesn't try to be. I run the risk of insulting boylovers as well as B&D enthusiasts. Don't waste aany of your precious moment of life waiting for something like this to happen to you. And by no means, does the author encourage you to try to act out a story like this in real life!!!!! Knot Alone Randy Manning sat on the front steps of his house with his legs held tight together. He was in a state of panic and the throbbing in his balls was getting worse. Like many inner city 12 year olds, he wore a tattered and faded tee shirt, grimy, baggy cut-offs, and leather Nike tennis shoes. He had no idea how to get out of his predicament. He tried to fight back his tears as people walked past him on the sidewalk. Mike Evers felt a little light-headed and a little sore as he walked home from an afternoon with a horny top he'd been seeing for a few weeks. Jake was a fucking machine, and he plugged into Mike a couple afternoons a week. Taking his rough treatment was sort of a penance (though a pleasurable one) for his strong attraction to slender boys. Just as he was thinking of it, Mike saw a slender 12 or 13 year old on crumbling cement steps who was crying into his hands. He paused on the sidewalk directly in front of the boy. "Are you okay?" Randy looked up in surprise. Mostly any man that talked to him was poor, ugly, and mean. He was going to say something to get rid of the man, but he noticed the man was neither poor nor ugly nor mean. He didn't answer at all. Mike sat down next to the kid. "Tell me what's wrong." Randy looked around. Across the street, two squirrels were chasing each other. A few pedestrians moved swiftly down the sidewalks. "I don't know what to do. But I can't tell you." "You can tell me. I won't promise I will be able to help, but at least I will listen." He sensed the kid was desperate about something. Mike gently put his arm around the urchin, becoming aware of how thin the kid really was. "I can't tell you--it's too embarrassing." Randy sniffled, then rubbed his hand across his mouth and nose. Mike studied the boy. He had black hair that was shaggy from not being cut for a long time. The kid was thin as a blade of grass. He had acorn brown eyes with thick, dark lashes, delicately shaped eyebrows, and a thin, straight nose. His thighs and calves were thin and slightly curved, his knees scabbed and unwashed. He wore no socks. His feet looked disproportionately large. "My name is Mike. What's yours?" Randy had gotten control of himself and sat straighter. He leaned into the man's strong arm and smelled his deodorant. "Randy." He was feeling a lot better already. "Well, Randy, I'm a total stranger, and I'm a nice guy. What have you got to lose by confiding in me?" Randy thought about it for a moment, then blurted out, "I tied a rope and I can't get the knot out." Mike thought for a moment. "Why not cut it with a knife?" "Oh, I couldn't do that!" "Why not?" "I'd cut myself for sure." "Oh." Mike thought about it. Was the kid afraid he'd cut his finger with the knife? It didn't make a lot of sense. The next question seemed inevitable to him. "What is the rope tied to?" Randy heard the question he was most afraid of. It was like the guy could read his mind. "Promise not to tell anyone." "I promise." "Right here," the kid said, pointing to his crotch. "Oh." Mike swallowed hard, taken totally by surprise. It was like heaven was smiling upon him. He tried not too sound too eager. "Perhaps I could untie it for you." The boy looked up hopefully. "Would you?" Randy stood up, being careful not to put any extra pressure on his balls. When the man nodded, he added, "Come on inside." "No one else is home?" "There's just Mom, and she won't be home for hours." He led Mike into the house. Mike held his breath as he stepped inside. The place was filthy. Newspapers, clothes, and dirty dishes were everywhere he looked. The stale air was stifling. "You should open up some windows, Randy." "Mom's afraid of getting ripped off again, so she won't let me." He stood in the middle of the messy room and spread his arms. With a shy smile he announced, "I ain't much good at cleaning." "I don't mind," he said softly. The man and the boy stood in the living room facing each other expectantly. "Maybe we should go into your bedroom." Randy led the way up the narrow wooden stairs. His bedroom had a mattress on the floor and cardboard boxes for a dresser. A wooden chair sat before a formica-topped desk. He had a couple of heavy metal posters on the wall. The tape had let loose on the corner of one of them. Laying on the unmade bed were a couple of wooden clothespins, a scissors, and a small spool of nylon packaging string. Dirty clothes were in heaps around the room, and Mike allowed himself to look at the discarded dingy underpants--Fruit of the Loom. He would have liked to take a pair home with him. Again, they stood, each waiting for the other to say or do something. "Show me the knot," Mike said at last. The boy's hands hovered in mid-air for a moment, then he held his breath and looked away as he slid his cut-offs down. They were a little too big for Randy and fell around his ankles. He glanced at Mike, then looked away again, his cheeks burning as he slid his worn underwear down, also. Six inches of string dangled down from beneath the cuff of the kid's oversized tee shirt. Randy pulled the shirt up to reveal his genitals. Randy's scrotum was stretched into a tight little ball of smooth, purple flesh. His limp uncut boy- cock hung off to one side beneath semi-circle of hair that was developing over his pubic bone. "That looks painful," Mike said softly. "Yeah, sort of. Do you think you can untie it?" Mike slipped to his knees and lightly touched the stretched flesh. Though Mike had never touched the genitals of a pubescent boy, he had entertained numerous masturbation fantasies regarding that exact topic. He lifted the balls, which had just begun their growth toward adult proportions, and looked for the knot. The string had been wound around his scrotum at least a dozen times, and the knot was on the underside. It looked at though it had been pulled pretty tight. Mike fumbled with the knot. Then he realized he could easily untie it; however, he was in no hurry to do it. With his other hand he picked up the boy's inch long penis under the ruse of moving it out of the way. He leaned in to study the knot and the delicious flesh surrounding it. He smelled the boy's acrid sweat and realized he would have to adjust himself within his briefs or risk his cock breaking off. As he fumbled with the boy's bound testicles, he asked, "Where did you get the idea to try this?" Randy experienced a stab of fear as he felt his little cock twitch. He knew he would die of embarrassment if he got a boner. Unfortunately, Mike's fingertips were rubbing across it and squeezing it as he held it out of the way. "Oh, I don't know," he said evasively, deciding not to watch the man's fingers touching his private parts. Watching was increasing his arousal because both the thought and the feel of the situation were exciting. "And the clothespins--were they for your nipples or for your foreskin?" Mike pinched lightly at the boy's wrinkle of foreskin with one hand and at a pink nipple with the other hand as he said this. The pleasure at both locations served to send him to an almost instant erection. Randy was surprised the man could guess his secret. It added to his shame and his arousal. The man still had a grip on his cock, even though he had gotten a boner. He searched for an answer. He certainly wasn't going to say "Both," which would have been the truth. Finally he stammered, "I don't know what you mean." "Don't be embarrassed. You'd be surprised how many people like to play games like this." He brought both hands to the knot, picking at it with his fingernails. "But you are so young. How'd you get the idea for it? Did someone show you?" "No." He looked back down at his crotch. His slender cock had extended to it's full 4-3/4 inches. "Look, I'm having trouble getting it out. Why don't you lie on your back and pull your legs up. I'll have better access that way." "O-okay." As the kid lay back, Mike reached down the front of his jeans and adjusted himself to take the pressure off his erection. The kid didn't fail to notice, and his mind started to race. Mike was a handsome and kind man. Could it be that Mike found his skinny little body attractive? And he had continued to hold his cock even after it had gotten stiff. The hands came back to work at the knot. Randy pulled his knees close to his chest and held onto them. Mike intentionally let his little finger touch the boy's anus, which was small and rosy and clearly virginal. Mike decided to be a little more assertive. "You still haven't answered my question." Randy couldn't think of anything to say except the truth. "I found a magazine in the trash in our alley. It was called Bound and Gagged." "I know that magazine," Mike said, again taking the boy's cock in his hand, though it was no longer in the way of his access to the knot. He didn't think the kid would complain. He watched the boy gasping for breath as he slowly peeled the foreskin back to reveal the exquisite glans. "Sometimes I buy it and jack off while I read it." "Really?" The kid asked, raising up a little. Mike loosened the knot and began slowly unwinding the rope. "You jack off?" "Sure. Unless I can find a guy who will use his mouth. Or better yet, bend over and let me fuck him." "Wow," the kid said, feeling brave enough to look at the heavenly sight of his little boner being massaged by the man's masterful fingers. "Did you ever let anyone tie you up?" "Oh, no. I'm not into that sort of thing," Mike said. He noted the look of disappointment that passed over the boy's face. Then he added, "I much prefer to be the one who ties the guy up." Randy's eyes grew wide as he stared at the sexy man. He made a noise when Mike rubbed across his anus. When the rubbing continued for a moment longer, he lay his head back and closed his eyes. Mike saw the kid's response and pressed a little with his finger. The dry hole didn't budge. When the kid still didn't resist, Mike added, "Maybe you'd like me to tie you up sometime." The boy's head raised again and his eyes flew open. "You want to?" Mike smiled. He completely freed the twine and the boy's balls began to loose their purplish tint almost immediately. But Mike did not release his hold on the boy's cock, and Randy did not lower his legs. "I wouldn't do anything you didn't want me to. And I wouldn't do anything to injure you or leave marks on you." "You would really tie me up?" Randy just didn't believe this totally cool scene was happening to him. "If you want me to." Still, he would be totally at Mike's mercy. Maybe he was a psycho or something. "I don't know," he said cautiously. But the man sure didn't seem crazy. Mike pumped slowly on the boy's erection, working the foreskin across the glans. "I won't hurt you--just use you." Randy sort of stretched back, his body twitching from intense stimulation. "Go ahead, if you want," he breathed, rolling his head to one side. He still held his legs up to expose himself to the man. "How much time till your mom comes home?" "Shit, she never comes home before dark--if she comes home at all. Don't worry about it." He was so crazy with lust, that he thought he would let the man do anything. Mike let go of the kid and waited until Randy lowered his legs and sat up. "I could tie you up and then just do anything I want to you, but I don't want you to get uptight and freak out. I want us both to enjoy this. I'm going to tie you up. Then play with your naked body a little. Then I'm going to make you lick my cock and my balls. You okay with this so far?" The boy nodded his assent. He could hardly believe it. He was going to suck this man's cock! He had fantasized about doing that ever since he had found the magazine. "There's more. You ever had your ass fucked, Randy?" "Not yet," he answered simply. He wished the man would stop talking and get down to business. He'd read about ass fucking in the magazine. He knew it would hurt a lot, but it was such a weird thing to let someone do to you, that it gave him a supercharge of lust. He wanted to try it. He wanted to try everything. "You want me to do those things to you?" he asked, running his hand from Randy's knee to his balls, giving the boy gooseflesh. Randy shivered. "Yes." He prodded the boy's balls, which were still pulled tight. "This is sort of a game. Part of the rules are that you only speak to me to answer a question. And whenever you speak, you call me 'sir.' It's okay to moan and groan--in fact, I prefer it." Mike stood up. "Go sit on the chair," he said in a commanding tone. Randy stood so quickly he nearly lost his balance. He pulled out the chair and sat down. Mike picked up the rope and knelt next to the chair. "If you get too scared or if something hurts too much, you say the password. . . . Um, let's see. The password is blue, which was the color of your balls when I first saw them. Say it." "Blue," he said quickly. After a moment's silence, he added, "Sir." "Good." Mike efficiently cut four lengths of the nylon cord. He tied each of the boy's bony ankles to a leg of the chair. As he tied the boy's clammy hands behind his back (and the back of the chair), he said, " I am the master and you are the lowly, helpless slave. Your only purpose is to provide me with pleasure. Understand?" "Yes, sir," Randy replied. The ropes weren't very tight, and he felt a little relieved that he could probably wiggle out of them if he really wanted to. He finished tying the boy's hands and stepped back. "Are they too tight?" "No, sir." He rubbed the boy's body, running his hands along the ridges of his ribs, across his rounded tummy. He paused to dig his fingernail into the boy's navel and was rewarded by the kid's twitch and low moan. He worked his fingertips into the scrotum, stretching Randy's hairless balls away from his groin. The kid's cock was rock hard. As he pulled to the threshold of pain, the kid's knees reflexively came together. Mike got two more lengths of cord and tied the kid's legs just beneath the knee so he couldn't do that again. Then he cut another piece or cord and tied it in a slip knot. He fitted it over the little balls and pulled it tight. He tugged on the rope until the kid groaned, then leaned close and said, "You're mine now. My little slut." The kid was looking at him with a compelling blend of anxiety and lust. Mike got the clothespins off the bed and attached them to Randy's tiny nipples. He had to stretch them out to get enough skin to clip them on. The kid was breathing erratically and rolling his head from shoulder to shoulder. Then Mike got one of the boy's shoes and tied it to the string dangling from the kid's balls. He set the length so the shoe did not reach the floor in front of the chair. When he released it, the kid made a series of sound: "Ngh. Ngh. Ngh." He knew it needed to be a short session, so he said, "Open your mouth." Randy did so immediately. As he put his index finger past the thin lips and somewhat crooked teeth, he said, "Keep your teeth off my finger. Pretend it's a cock." He moved his finger across the boy's tongue, then edged it back further in his throat. When Randy gagged, Mike withdrew his finger. As soon as the boy recovered, he reinserted his finger and repeated the process. Mike stepped back and stripped off his shirt and shoes. He pushed at the clothespins, again making the boy groan. He lightly flicked the boy's finger-sized erection with his fingernail, and was rewarded with a moan that was more pleasure than pain. "You ready to see a real cock?" "Yes, sir," the boy said with eager respect. Mike undressed and stood before the boy with his dripping cock inches from his face. Randy stared at the fiery cock, his mouth gaping, his eyes glazed with lust. When Mike stepped closer, the boy tipped his head back and opened his mouth wider. Mike grabbed his hair and moved to let his erection smack against the boy's cheeks. Then he tipped the kid's chair back so it rested at an angle with the back of it pressed against the desk. He straddled the kid and lowered his balls against Randy's chin. "Lick my balls." Randy really wasn't thinking very much by this point. His lust had risen beyond any previous level, yet he had not had an orgasm. In fact, his cock had gotten almost no attention. Still it throbbed. The smell from the man's crotch was strong and musky. A small part of him, still rational, knew that it wasn't a very clean place to put his mouth. That only added to his arousal as he licked Mike's balls with abandon. Mike kicked at the shoe, making it swing so it sent flashes of pain all through the boy's abdomen as his balls were tugged. The kid ejaculated, sending a few spurts of nearly clear fluid across his rounded abdomen. Mike gathered the fluid on his finger and fed it to the boy. He smiled as the kid eagerly lapped all of his own semen off the man's fingers. Then Mike tipped the chair back upright and fed his cock into the boy's eager face. Loud slurping noises accompanied the boy's soft moans of lust. Mike ignored the inexperienced scraping of teeth across his cock. Perhaps there would be time to teach the kid another day. Just in case there was only today, he wanted to shoot his load in the 13 year old's virgin ass. "Does you mom have a bed I could tie you to?" "Yes, sir." Without any great effort, Mike picked the boy up, chair and all, and carried him down the hall to his mother's bedroom. Randy moaned as the tennis shoe bounced around, tugging at his tender balls. Mike wasn't sure if the kid had ever lost his erection, but he was sure it was at full strength as he set the chair in the middle of the room. She had a four-poster, which was ideal for binding someone face down and spread-eagle. He lay the kid, still bound to the chair, face down ont he mattress and untied his hands. Within a minute he had tied one wrist to each of the posts at the head of the bed. He then untied the boy's feet and carefully removed the chair. The kid offered no resistance. Mike untied the rope around the boy's scrotum and then tied his ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed, pulling Randy's legs wide apart so access to his opening would not be restricted. Then Mike sat on the bed and leaned close to whisper in Randy's ear. "Now you asshole is mine to use, and you can't do anything about it." Randy's eyes were glazed with lust and he panted for breath like an overheated dog. His hips moved sensuously, grinding against the bed. When Mike touched the small circle of pink tissue, the boy gasped and lifted his hips. Without lubrication, he wormed his index finger inside the boy's incredibly tight passage, each new millimeter of progress accompanied by Randy's grunting and moaning. Mike's finger bumped something and at first he thought it was a turd. When it became clear it was not, he asked, "What is this?" Randy quickly said, "Sorry, sir." "What is it?" "A hot dog, sir." The kid was humiliated to tears. "You stuck a hot dog up your ass?" "Yes, sir. I forgot about it when I couldn't get the knot untied. Sorry, sir." "Use your muscles to push it out." The kid's cheeks clamped tight and he grunted. The hot dog suddenly emerged and quickly slid all the way out, landing on the sheets. Mike said, "You deserve to be punished for this. What do you suggest?" "I don't know, sir." Mike picked up the slimy hot dog and brought it to Randy's face. "I think you should eat it." Randy got a sort of dizzy look to him. His eyes fluttered. Then he opened his mouth. Mike fed it to him, waiting patiently for the kid to chew and swallow each small bite. Then he made Randy lick his slick fingers. He searched the nightstand and found a sexual lubricant called Wet. He poured some on the boy's cleft and worked it in with his fingers. He pressed two fingers inside the boy, who was making a lot of noise, just as Mike preferred. Mike was too turned on to wait any longer. He climbed onto the bed and slicked his cock with the lubricant. "By the way, the password is no longer valid. No matter what you say, I'm going to fuck you. If you relax and surrender yourself to me, you will enjoy yourself. If you fight it, it will hurt like hell." Penetration came only after a lot of patience. The boy's lust and eagerness, enabled it to occur at all. He made a lot of noise, but never asked Mike to stop. It didn't take long for Mike to empty his seed inside the bound boy's fundament. And even as he poised in repose, keeping his slackening cock buried inside the boy, the pressure of the tight sphincter was like a clenched fist. Mike withdrew gently, then began untying the boy. As Randy sat up, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands, Mike saw the small wet spot where the boy's seed from his second orgasm had spilled on the sheet. Pearly drops clung to his small growth of straight black pubic hair. Mike took the clothespins off the boy's nipples and rubbed his head. "That was great, Randy. Thanks." Randy offered a toothy smile, but no verbal response. Mike went back to the boy's room and started to get dressed. Randy followed him and asked, "Are we going to do it again sometime?" "How about if I pick you up at 6:00 tomorrow evening. I'll take you out to dinner, then to a friend's house. He has a dungeon." "Cool." The end |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/buildings | From: daniel@asdco.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: boy meets construction worker Date: Sat, 11 Mar 95 20:04:06 GMT Keywords: boy construction gay Buildings It was a hot afternoon. I had just been to the drug store and got myself a box of condoms and a tube of KY jelly. I was sitting at a bus stop waiting for the bus to bring me home. In the sweltering heat, I saw a Chinese construction worker washing som e of his tools under a faucet. He was wearing a blue work jacket over a dirty T-shirt and a pair of brown denim jeans that used to be white. I watched as his sinewy arms worked at his tools, cleaning off cement and mud under the water. He looked up at me and saw me staring at him with unmistakable lust in my eyes. He shot me a grin and winked. My cock stirred. I got up and walked across the road to where a half-built house was standing. I smiled at him. I couldn't speak much Chinese so I didn't really know what to say. He asked me in Chinese what my name was and I answered as well as I could. He got the hi nt that I couldn't speak his lingo. He unabashedly put his fist up to his mouth and motioned if I wanted to blow him. I nodded. He led me to the skeletal house and up a bare unfinished stairway. Then, in what would have eventually been a room, I saw an opened out cardboard box and a narrow wooden saw horse. The worker had taken his jacket off and was rubbing his crotch through his jeans. I smiled and walked up to him. He grabbed me by my neck and forced my head down to his crotch and rubbed my face into his smelly denim. As disgusted as I was, my dick bu rst to life in my briefs and ached to be released. He did not keep me waiting for he pulled me up by my shirt and pulled off my shorts and my shirt, leaving my tented out briefs. He pinched my nipples with dirty callused fingers which caused me wince in pain. He took off his clothes and sat down on the cardboard. He held out his dick for me. I took my cue and went down on his funky 8 inch uncut cock. I slurped at the head of his cock which drew moans from the burly man. Impatiently, he push my head down o n his cock causing to me choke and sputter. Relentlessly, he started pumping my head up and down on his thick cheesy man meat while I tried to catch my breath. With one hand working my head, he used the other to rip off my briefs. Sharp blows stabbed on my buttocks as he administered slap after slap on my smooth bum. His large cock pistonned in and out of my throat as he slapped my buns. My own cock was hard as a ramrod but I could not play with myself as I could barely keep myself supported with both my hands and both my knees. With my nose buried in his bush, I wa s treated to an overdose of his funky man smell of sweat from a days hard work. He pumped my head furiously and with one final stroke he pushed his large dick deep in my throat which spewed out load after load of his seed which I gulped down hungrily. After a brief moment of recuperation, he still held on to the back of my neck. Then, without warning, he let out a strong flow of thick piss. With his still turgid cock in the back of my throat, I had no choice but to swallow his rank piss lest I drown. With a snicker he pulled out his surprisingly hard cock and pulled me up by my hair.... *********************** I could still taste his tangy cum in my mouth as I stood in front of my rough burly lover. He yanked me forward and planted his thick dry lips onto mine and kissed me furiously. Then, just as abruptly, he pushed me down to the floor. He stood with each of his legs at my sides and ripped off the remnants of my briefs. I knew that he was getting ready to fuck me. I didn't try to struggle. I wanted it. I wanted his fat prick fu cking the hell out of my butt. I wanted him to fuck me till I saw stars. And, see stars I did, because he plunged straight into me with only my spit as lubrication. I did nothing to hold back the scream which must have been heard by the people waiting at the bus stop across the road. He didn't spare me and rammed away like a crazy bull at my sore ass. As painful as it was, my dick remained hard. This crazy construction worker was filling me with feelings I had never felt before. He fucked my throat ruthlessly and I enjoyed it, an d he was fucking my ass mercilessly and I craved it. He said nothing but grunted with every down stroke. I howled, groaned, moan, whined and whimpered with every thrust. I wanted his abuse and I wanted it badly. His foul smelling body pressed on top of mine and he was drooling on my cheek. It was more than I could take and I shot my spunk in a huge orgasm that sent me to heaven for a few minutes. All the while he kept up the assault on my sore ass. After I landed on earth he pulled out his weapon rudely. With amazing strength, he flipped me over. He yanked my feet up and shoved his club back in. With a yelp and a whimper, my dick shot straight up to attention again. He really impressed me with his flexibility when he bent down and started to lick up my cum which had sprayed onto my stomach and chest. He fucked me with audible slaps of his groin against my bum, as his huge balls banged on my butt. It was clear that he was going to ride me for some time. Suddenly I heard footsteps coming up the stairway. My crazed fucker seemed to not have heard the footsteps and carried on pounding at my butt with his back to the unfinished doorway. My dick deflated as I saw two coal dark Indian policemen entering our fuck chamber. The first cop, who was about 6' 7" tall and a huge pot belly, was slapping his billy club on his right thigh, and he had a stark grin on his face. His friend was alread y fumbling with his shiny belt buckle. He was much shorter and thinner than the first cop. My Chinese fucker could not have missed the sound of the short cop's pants falling, but he still fucked me hard and constantly with his eyes clenched. The short cop stepped in front of the Chinese construction worker with his shiny black ass to me and grabbed the fucker's head. Without opening his eyes, my crazed fucker opens his mouth and let the short cop shove his 4 inches into the gaping mouth. It only took that to get my dick back to life. I started jacking my cock wildly and actually forgot about the other cop. That was when I felt a sharp slap on my arm. I opened my eyes to see the big naked Indian cop with his big billy club and his HUGE 11-inch ass killer. The big man stood over me and lowered his fat ass onto my face. I reached out my tongue to his pink asshole, surrounded by dark curly hairs. As it lowered to my face I caught a whiff of his stinking ass and nearly puked. Nevertheless, the grimy fat co p pushed his ass to my face and started to rub it up and down my face. I was getting horny as hell with the butthole face-washing I was getting and the ass pounding in the rear. I could hear the men the moaning and the sound of the Chinese worker slurping on the short cop's short cock. The corn holing I was getting got harder and deeper and more intense. With one huge slam into my butt the randy bull fucker shot his sperm into my sore ass. Each time I felt his cum hosing my insides, my body spasmed. Just as he pulled out, I felt a soft mouth hit my stretched out asshole. The mouth starting sucking as I felt the smelly fucker's cum slowly flow out of my ass. The intense sensation got my cock jumping. The fat cop got off my face and stuck his billy club at my mouth and told me to suck it. I opened my mouth obediently and let him push down his billy club. I gave head to the thing like I was doing it for the man's cock itself. I licked it, slurped at it and sucked it like a real cock. Meanwhile, the short fat cop had gotten off my ass and was slurping at the Chinese man's ass. He should have been spent but was moaning again like a cat in heat. My attention was brought back to the fat cop as he pulled the billy club out of my mouth. His fat prick flopped half hard between his legs as he walk to my legs. He lifted up my legs and brutishly rammed the billy club in hole. I screamed and try to w riggle free but his partner came over to keep me in place. The Chinese stud got up and went towards the short cop who abandoned him when the fat cop needed help. The horny construction worker went down on the short cop's ass and had the puck sized man writhing with pleasure. The short cop stuck his puny dick i nto my mouth and fucked my mouth while his partner was stretching my asshole with his club. All this while my dick was relentlessly throbbing to the hot action that I was subjected to. I wanted to jerk myself off but my hands were securely held by the short but strong cop. I had to settle for humping air to the rhythm of the fucking I got in my ass by the big hard black billy club. My dick spurted pre cum as the huge sexy cop pounded at my prostate while he wanked his own marble hard, black and pink cock. The short cop was moaning and drooling on my chest. He piston-fucked my face. Although he had small dick, he fucked my face really hard and I felt my lips burning from the friction. In the meantime, the fat Indian cop had taken out his baton and thrown it away to the wall. He pulled my nuts down until they ached in their tight scrotum wrapping. He started nibbling on the scrotum. From the great stretching, it hurt like hell. Wit h the cock fucking my mouth, my scream came out as a moan which encouraged the huge cop to bite harder and faster. Soon, he started to bite onto my balls. A dull ache which started in my tortured gonads rose up to my stomach. My moans urged him to clam p down on my balls with his teeth with more fervour. He soon bored of the exercise and let go of my balls. Just as I relaxed, I felt a hard smack of his palm against my defenseless testicles. My abdominal muscles contracted in the reflex action of doubling over but my limbs were held firmly by the two st rong policemen. I had barely the chance to recover from the first blow when he hit my balls again. My body convulsed in pain. He hit again, and again, and again. My head was swimming in a cloud of pain. Before I could recover, I felt my legs being lifted up. Then I felt a huge cock head at the entrance of my ass. My scream was muffled by the cock in my mouth as the huge cop rammed his gargantuan fuck meat into my ass. He rammed in and out of me deli riously. The cock humping my mouth started to enlarge before I felt a stream of cum shooting down the back of my mouth. I swallowed the ball juice feverishly. Then I felt a hand on my cock. My prick was surprisingly hard. I had a whole baseball bat up my ass and was writhing in pain and my slut cock was loving it. The short Indian cop was lying by my side recuperating after his ordeal in my mouth. He twea ked my nipples violently. The Chinese stud was stroking my cock as he kissed the big cop passionately. As I feared, my cock began to spurt ribbon after ribbon of sperm juice. It splashed all over my chest and stomach, and the Chinese fucker's arm. He turned to me and started to lick the cum off my body and then proceeded to nibble on my nipples. His ge ntle nips soon turned into hard chomps which drew screams from me which soon turned to moans of ecstasy. This was crazy, I thought. I have never been in so much pain, my nipples were probably bleeding, my ass being ripped open by a huge horse cock and I was more turned on than ever! It didn't take long for my cock to become ramrod hard again. The Indian cop that was fucking me pulled out his horse cock with a pop. He inserted three fingers into my ass and fucked me. It was slow but it was really hard too. Then, he push in his pin kie. Before long, he curled his thumb and pushed it into my ass. My ass was really on fire as he slowly shoved his hand into me. I screamed in pain as his knuckles pushed pass my sphincter and his hand slipped into my ass. My ass muscles clamped down on his wrist. I had never felt so full before. The Indian policeman started to rotate his hand in my ass. My cock was spurting pre cum again. He slowly curled his fingers in to form a fist. I let out a long moan of pleasure as his fingers massaged my insides. Then, the huge cop shoved his fist deeper and slowly pulled out again. I started thrashing about but the Chinese stud and the short Indian cop held me down. The fist in my ass started to fuck me harder and faster. My system was in sensory overload. I could not hold back the tide of orgasm as it washed from deep in my ass to my whole body. For the third time in the last 2 hours I was coming. As my body went limp, the hot cop at my rear slowly retracted his fist. I thought he was going to pull his hand out but he stopped just before he pulled it all out. He pushed his hips closer and started to slip his cock slowly into my ass along his arm. He stretched my ass so far that I was sure it was bleeding. I felt as if I was being torn apart. He took his huge meat in his hand and started to jack off in my st retched out ass. He did not do this slowly. This man was fisting me cruelly while he jacked off on his own cock. Before long, my screams of pain turned to moans to incomparable pleasure. While I was flying off to another world, the Chinese stud stretched out my balls in my sack and slapped them with his rough callused hand. Blow after painful blow came raining down on my swollen balls. Tears flowed down my cheeks as my gonads got tortu red. Meanwhile, the fisting I received got faster and faster. To keep the noise level down the responsible policeman placed his hairy black ass on my mouth to muffle my cries. Even in my crazed state I was aware enough to stick my tongue out to eat his ass. Not very soon after, the big cop pulled out his cock and shoved his hand deep in my bowels, further stretching my ass muscles with his thick arm, as he shot his hot man cum onto my cock and balls. The cum eating Chinese stud quickly lapped up the semen from my burning balls and my aching (and surprisingly hard) cock. The blows to my balls stopped and the fist was slowly removed . I concentrated on eating the butt in my face. I didn't know what the other two men were doing but very soon, I felt two pairs of hands lifting my legs apart. Then I felt two huge cockhead s at my over-stretched man cunt. The two cocks slid in without much difficulty and started to fuck my ass with perfect timing. The cop whose ass was in my face began jerking off. He didn't just put his ass at my face. He was sitting on me; I could feel all of his weight on my face as I licked, bit and slurped at his butt. The fucking was hard and fast. Very soon, I was moaning in utter ecstasy into the butt in my face. I was in ass heaven - an ass in my face and my own ass being overworked by too overlarge cocks. With no one to restrain me, I started to jerk wildly at my hard and pre-cum shooting cock. The cock above my face started to cum as his ass muscles clamped down on my tongue, trapping it in its tight folds. His cum shot onto my chest, and dribbled down his cock and balls and onto my chin. As if on cue and perfectly timed, the cocks in my ass rammed into my aching butt and shot sperm into my guts almost simultaneously. My hand flew at my bitch meat and let my jizm fly. I came four times in two and a half hours. I had never come so many times in such a short period before in my life. The ass lifted off my face and the two cocks yanked out of my ass. The huge Indian cop offered me his shit, blood and cum covered hand to clean. I licked his fist obediently. When he was satisfied, he stood up and let go a stream of rank piss on me. T he other two studs followed suit and pissed all over me. They drenched me with their piss. I opened my mouth and gulped down as much as I could. I was their sex slave, their toilet, their ass cleaner, their punching bag, their convenient hole. I was theirs to use as they pleased. by BumBoy of Singapore 11 March 1995 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/lucky-charm.html | The Lucky Charm
by Little Bad
This is intended for the use by adults only. If you do not enjoy reading about M/M sex , bondage, and abuse then do not read this. If you are not of legal age to read adult material, then you are breaking the law. Just wait until you're legal, I guarantee this stuff will still be around.
Jacob loved football. He loved the running, the hitting, the passing, and the sweating. He especially like football players. During his freshman year Jacob tried out for the football team. Unfortunately he just wasn't good enough to make the starting team. Jacob was only about 5'7" and 150 pounds so he was really undersized to play competitive football. The coach really liked his heart and effort though and he gave him a spot on the third string. Basically that meant that he served as a tackling dummy for the starters in practice. Jacob was thrilled just to be able to put on that uniform. There was nothing sexier to him that a football uniform, and he got hard just wearing it.
Jacob had known that he was gay ever since he was in high school. He also knew the effect that athletes had on him. His greatest thrill was to nuzzle himself in the the overstuffed jock of a sweaty wrestler or football player. In high school he had had little opportunity for such activities in the homophobic atmosphere of his high school. In high school he kept his fantasies to himself. Oh, occasionally he would steal a well-used jock out of a teammates locker, but never any real sex. It was also in high school that he discovered his need for bondage.
A friend of his had an older brother who had bought some nudie magazines, and the younger brother, like all younger brothers, had snooped about to find them. On a sleep over he brought the magazines out and showed them off to all his friends. Most of the pictures showed naked women, some of which were tied up. On a few there were some tied up men with dominant women. All Jacob's friends really got into the pictures. Talking about how they would stick it to the cunt, and what not. But Jacob found that he was fantasizing about the tied up men. He wanted to BE the tied up man. He wanted to be helpless and under the control of someone, not a woman, but a man. A strong, handsome, dominating man.
When Jacob went to college he decided that he would somehow act on his fantasies. He would do whatever he had to get what he needed. Little did he know what he was getting in to. As any college student knows moving into the dorms on the first day of school is a chaotic day, and for freshman it can often be a very lonely one. Jacob arrived on a sweltering August morning at his school on the plains of North Dakota. Of course the air conditioning had broken that day, so even inside the building the temperature was in the nineties. All the students were bringing their stuff in with their parents and taking it up to their new home for the next 8 months.
Jacob had driven up in his pick-up truck all by himself because his parents had gone to New York for a week. He really didn't have that much stuff to bring up but in the heat everything felt like lead weights. His dorm room was on the third floor and when he arrived to his room he was carrying three large boxes and couldn't see very well. As he entered the room a voice said, "Hey, you need some help?"
Jacob startled, stammered out a, "Yea...Yeah! That would be great."
The owner of the voice came over and took the top box and Jacob got his first look at his new roommate. He was about 6'2" and an even 200 lbs He had light brown hair and as Jacob looked up at him, he saw smiling green eyes staring back at him. Jacob walked over and dropped his boxes on the empty bed. He turned around,
"Thanks a lot, man. Sure is hot in here. My name is Jacob. Jacob Miller."
"No problem" said the other boy. "Name's Chad Green. Nice to meet you."
Jacob said, "Yeah, Green, like you eyes."
He immediately wished he hadn't said that. A quick blush rose to his ears as he realized that noticing your roommates eye color was probably not the best way to start out. He started to stammer something but was interrupted.
"We can talk later, I'm all set up for my stuff, why don't we run down and get the rest of yours so we can relax, instead of work in the heat."
They walked out of the room and made a few more trips up with Jacob's stuff and in short order they had it all done.
"Whew," said Chad. "It sure is a scorcher, I am sweating like a hog, I sure do hope they get the AC fixed or it is going to be like a sauna up here." At this he pulled off his sweat soaked shirt, and much to Jacob's pleasure had the perfectly sculpted body off an 18 year old athlete in his prime. Jacob was glad that he had work a jock strap and not boxers or he would have been hard pressed to explain himself to his roomie. The two settled in to unpack and chatted, learning much about each other. It seemed that they shared some interests.
Chad had been recruited by the college to play football there. He seemed very interested in Jacob's desire to be on the team. As their talk continued the day got hotter and hotter. Chad sweated more and more. By this time he a fine sheen all over his muscled torso. There were droplets running down the groove between his hard pecs. Occasionally a droplet would fall right from the tip of his nipples. At these times it was all Jacob could do not to run over and catch it in his mouth. As their conversation continued it turned to relationships and girls. Chad had a girlfriend from highschool but he just wasn't satisfied. He said he was looking for something more. Jacob made up some story about a girl who he had just broke up with. Chad responded with a "That's too bad...." and a strange look.
Later that night, some of the guys in the dorm were heading over to a party. Chad and Jacob's neighbor, Mike, stuck his head in the door and asked if they were going. The two studs glanced at each other and both decided they needed to go out and party. It was the first big party of the year and they would get to meet lots of new people.
By the end of the night they had both drunk far too much. They now considered each other to be best of friends. They shared a bond that can only be brought on by a night of hardcore drinking and partying. They stumbled into their room, arm in arm, giggling and whispering loudly. They passed out together on Chad's bed, Jacob's head lolling on Chad's chest.
The next morning Jacob woke up slowly and painfully. He opened his eyes and looked down across Chad's naked chest and over his hard abs. Not wanting to wake his sleeping god, he quietly admired the perfection of his body, all the way down to the lump in his tight jean shorts. He inhaled the heady aroma of unwashed, prime boy meat, and relished the feel of his cheek against the soft skin of Chad's chest. As he began to take tally of his body he discovered that his right hand had found it's way into the pants of his roommate. He felt the sweaty heat of his testicles and groin in his hand. He massaged the boys bloated balls in his undershorts, only slowly realizing that Chad was awake with quickening breath.
"Unghh! Don't stop that feels sooo good!", said Chad sleepily. "I was beginning to wonder when we would get around to this. I suggest you start working a little harder though."
Jacob, wondering how far this would go, started to undo the pants of the boy. Sliding the shorts down, he found to his delight, a white cotton jockstrap cupping the cock and balls of the stud. Slowly, not sure what he should do he reached down and stroked the sweaty package through the jock. Growing more confident, he began rubbing in earnest. Chad was groaning quietly as the youth's cum filled balls were slowly massaged.
Chad grabbed the neck of his roommate and slowly, maneuvered Jacob's head down to the area holding his attention. Jacob, in the meantime, had lost all ability, to resist, or even contemplate resisting. Chad rubbed the boys face all over his sweaty jock, moaning louder all the time. Jacob was inhaling the musky scent of the boy and drooling over the jock. He mouthed the testicles beneath him and sucked them into his mouth through the soft cotton. The jockstrap was rapidly becoming soaked with the saliva of the smaller boy as his ardor grew. Finally he pulled the jock down and was going for the meat.
He licked slowly and sensuously along the near ten inch pole of the cock. Teasingly lipping it all along its massive length. Finally when he could not wait any longer he went for it. He tried to take the cock into his mouth but Chad grabbed his head in a grip of steel and kept him away from it. He said,
"No way, balls first, then maybe I'll let you have a go at the meat."
Jacob whined quietly in frustration. He wanted to feel that thrusting heat deep in his gullet. He needed to be possessed and filled. He passionately began lapping at the boys balls, soaking them in a fine sheen of saliva. He began mouthing them softly. One at a time he sucked the swollen orbs into his mouth, relishing the stuffed feeling and the warmth in his mouth. They moved in his mouth like they posessed a life of their own. They pulsated in his mouth, and he felt like he had a direct connection with the boy who dominated him. At this point he reached down into his pants and grasped his own penis. It was hard as a rock and sticking out its full 6.5 inches. He began pumping on his staff as he sucked both balls into his mouth. He moaned softly in pleasure. His cheeks were now stuffed with both of Chad's balls. The filled his mouth up completely. He could hardly move his tongue around in his mouth. He was drooling all over himself from the spit he was wor! king up.
Chad looked down at him, "You look like a chipmunk with a mouth full of nuts. More tongue dammit! Slurp those balls. Suck on the balls of this man, punk!" He grunted a few times becomin more and more turned on.
He noticed that Jacob wasn't paying full attention to him because his right hand was going to work on his own penis. He said, "Quit playing with yourself! Did I give you permission to touch your cock? No! You don't touch yourself unless I give you permission. Now drop that teeny dick and pay attention to my balls!"
Jacob immediately did as he was told, getting off even more on obeying this stud football player.
"Just put your hands behind your back where I can see 'em," said Chad. "God you suck balls good, boy!"
After a few more minutes of ball-sucking. Chad ordered Jacob off of his balls. They popped from his mouth, slowly one at a time, and the cooled quickly in the air. "I changed my mind," he said. "You don't get my dick today. But I am gonna let you come, if you can. There are a few rules to this. We're gonna race. Only one of us gets to come. The other one has to deal with blue balls for the rest of the day, and lick the cum off of the winner."
Jacob looked excited and ready to go. Chad grasped his dick, Jacob grasped his dick and they got ready to go. Chad said, "On your mark, get set, .....hey, what the hell are you doing? I thought I told you not to touch yourself without permission! Drop that dick!"
Jacob stammered, "But, I need... You said... oh shit!"
"That's right, "Oh shit", I said that you could come, not jerk off."
"But what am I going to do, I need to cum sooo baadd!!" moaned Jacob.
"I don't care, rub yourself on the carpet, but I want to see those hands locked behind your back. I suggest you get used to it, from now on you aren't going to touch your own dick very often. I know what you want, and you know that I can give it too you. By the way, you talk in your sleep. I suggest you get going, the carpet is pretty rough."
He laughed as he saw the boy, his boy now, shimmy frantically along the carpeted floor, rubbing his crotch into the rug. He admired the plump globes of the hairless ass and decided then and there, that this was going to be the best year of his life.
Five minutes later Jacob was on his knees between Chad's legs licking the cum from the boy's chest. He slowly made love to the boy with his mouth, licking nearly every inch of his chest and torso. He loved the salty, musky taste of Chad's cum. He lapped at his roommates nipples and slowly sucked on them until they were hard and erect. He sucked the jism from the boy's blond pubic hair and thoroughly licked his cock. Chad would still not let him suck it, but he licked it until it was shiny with his spit. The veins showed purple through the delicate translucent skin of his cock. Jacob had never had such close-up view of a penis in his life. His stiff, reddened, sore penis throbbed in response to the stimuli he was getting. He wanted nothing more than to massage his penis, and release the torrent building inside him. But he knew better. He looked up adoringly into the face of his roommate, his friend, and now, somehow, his master.
Chad looked down into the eyes of his suck-slave. He saw the agonized expression on his face and knew that Jacob was dying for release. But the rules had been set. However, he was not without mercy. He knew that Jacob would need help in order to keep his hands off his dick. He said,
"Don't worry, I know that you think you're dying now, but just wait, in an hour or two, it will be even worse! Ha! But because I like you, I've got something here that will help you keep you composure, and your side of the deal. Don't move."
He got up and went to his closet and rummaged around inside for a minute. In the meantime, Jacob was on his knees looking down at his pecker with his hands behind his back, just as ordered.
His shorts were down around his ankles, and his shirt had been pushed back over his neck, so that his chest was exposed. He looked up at Chad to see him holding a piece of leather with straps attached to it. Puzzled by the device he asked what it was.
Chad responded with, "Just a little something I got from Minneapolis, to help you keep your control. Stand up with your legs apart!"
Jacob stood up and his red and still very erect penis waved in the air before him. Chad looked at his dick and said with a sigh, "This will never work like that...hold on!"
He went over to the small refrigerator in the corner, opened it and brought something back. It was a soft ice back with the blue gel in it. He looked into Jacob's eyes and said, "Hold still this is going to be cold." Jacob grunted as he wrapped the ice cold pack all the way around his aching dick. He tried to jerk away but Chad kept the wrap on and within 25 seconds, Jacob's dick had reverted to its normal flaccid, if somewhat blue state.
Chad then proceeded to fit the leather device the boys dick and balls. It was a two piece device, a framing hole that went around the cock and balls, flush against the body. This separated the cock and balls from the body. Then Chad took a thick piece of rubber, like a thick condom and rolled it onto the boys dick. It had a tube in the end for urine, onto which Chad stuck a long thin rubber hose. The second piece was a hard leather cup, like a youth athletic supporter cup. It took some doing, but the boy's dick and balls were squeezed in. The cup joined seamlessly with the first piece and was locked on by a small lock that Chad produced from his closet. Then the straps of the chastity belt went up around Jacob's asscheeks just like a jock, however there was a third strap that ran right up along the boys asscrack. Once Chad adjusted these straps, he lock them in place with an additional lock.
Jacob looked at his roommate in awe, tinged with fear. This boy had complete control of him, and he liked it. He needed to be controlled. A flush of pleasure passed through his body. He felt his cock trying to grow in its prison, but the small size of the cup, kept anything from happening. He said,
"But what if I have to take a piss? Or shit, I can't go with that strap in the way!!"
"Don't worry," said Chad, "you can piss, just put the end of the hose in the john, and let 'er rip. As for shitting, well, I guess you better just hold it, until you can ask me to take it off, because I got the keys! I tell you what, Jacob, it is gonna be one hell of a long day for you! But I know that you'll love every minute of it."
Jacob could not help but agree with him
The Lucky Charm: Chapter Two
by Little Bad
After cleaning up, the two boys decided to get out of the dorms and see the town. Jacob, still becoming accustomed to the chastity belt he was wearing was uncomfortable with its affect under his shorts. "It looks like I got a tennis ball in my pants," he complained. "I can't walk out in public like this."
"Well, I'm leaving," said Chad. "Since I have the only keys to that thing I suggest you come with me, just in case you really have to take a shit!"
Jacob had to agree with this statement, so they went out into the steamy August day. Along the way to the car, they saw Mike, the guy that asked them out to the party the night before. He jogged over to talk to them. "So did you guys have a good time last night. That party sure was a riot."
They both agreed that it was probably the best night of their young lives.
Mike glanced at Chad and said, "So did you get any last night, stud?"
Chad looked slowly over at Jacob and said, "No, but I sure got some this morning. Matter of fact, I got it right where I want it now, waiting for more."
Jacob blushed a deep red color and looked over to see Mike looking him up and down. His eyes stopped on the obscene bulge in his shorts. He smirked up at Jacob saying, "Yeah, everything seems to be under control."
Jacob thought, "Christ is everybody here gay??!!"
Mike added, "Oh by the way, there is gonna be a party tonight for the football players. I expect I'll see you there Chad."
Chad said, "Oh we'll both be there, Jacob's gonna try out for the team too. Catch you later Mike!"
The two continued their walk out to the car. Jacob asked, "Mike's on the football team?"
"Yeah, he's the starting tight end" replied Chad. "We'll see them all tonight at the party. Should be rockin'. Probably even better than last night."
They spent the rest of the afternoon shopping and getting stuff for their dorm room. At one point Jacob had to go to the bathroom. Chad wanted to do some more shopping, and didn't want to go right away. Since Jacob had to shit as well, he had to wait. After another hour he really had to go, nearly dancing in anxiety. Finally Chad was ready to go. They entered the bathroom of the mall and both went into the stall. Jacob shucked off his pants and was taking the tube out to place it in the toilet, then he asked Chad to undo the strap over his asscrack so he could take a shit.
Chad replied, "Okay, but you only get to do one or the other in the pot. Take you pick, you can shit or piss. What's it gonna be?"
Jacob was stunned, he knew that he had to piss, but the urge to shit was uncontrollable once it has been encouraged by anticipation. "But I really have to do both! How can anyone take a shit without pissing" he whispered.
"I didn't say that you couldn't do both, I just said that your only going to dirty that toilet with one or the other. You'll have to find something else to do with the other." This last was said with a sadistic smirk.
Realization dawned on Jacob. Chad expected him to drink his own piss. A wave of lust passed through his body as he contemplated the humiliation. He slowly brought the tube up to his mouth. He closed his lips around the black rubber. Chad snorted, and brought a key out of his pocket. He grabbed Jacob's hips and turned him around. With a click the lock was undone, and the middle strap dropped away from the boy's asshole. Jacob turned around expecting Chad to leave while he did his duty, but he should have known better. He slowly sat on the toilet and tried to relax enough to go in front of his friend. As he began to piss, Chad opened his own shorts. To Jacob's surprise he also had a rubber hat on his cock with a tube running from it. He said,
"Damn, I gotta piss too!"
He ordered Jacob to stop pissing. Slowly he was able to stop the flow. Chad grabbed the tube from Jacob and popped it in his mouth, then he shoved his tube into Jacob's mouth and let loose. The two boys each drank the other's piss and savored the bitter, acrid taste it left in their mouths. Jacob continued to piss, long after Chad had stopped and by this time had emptied his bowels as well. When he finally stopped peeing, he let out a sigh of relief, and gave a little piss-flavored belch. He was also incredibly turned on and his cock was raging in its leather prison. His balls were really beginning to ache.
Chad popped the tube out of his mouth, gave it back to Jacob and replaced his own tube in his shorts. After Jacob had wiped, he said,
"Now we're piss brothers." He reached for Jacob and embraced him, planting his lips across the smaller boys. They locked and Chad darted his tongue into the boys mouth. Jacob moaned in pleasure as his mouth was possessed by the tongue of the stud. Their passionate kiss lasted until there was a knock at the bathroom door. Chad stammered out,
"Be out in a minute."
A voice replied, "I don't gotta go, I was just asking you two to keep it down. This is a public place. Even though I do got half a mind to join you."
The two guys listened to the footsteps walk away and the door open and close. The released pent up breathes explosively and looked at each other with a childish grin. Caught with their pants down! Chad relocked the chastity belt and replaced the strap up Jacob's chafed asscrack. They composed themselves and walked from the bathroom. Near the door a security guard looked them both up and down appreciatively. He was tall, dark, and handsome in a rugged way. The boys looked back, and saw in his eyes, more than they were willing to get into. Right now anyway.
They walked over to a sporting goods store where they both needed to buy some equipment for the upcoming season. The uniforms, helmets, and pads would be provided by the school. But all their workout clothes, jocks, and extra stuff they had to provide themselves. They both spent a lot of money in the store. Both getting a variety of jocks, workout suits, and compression shorts, as well as basic necessities like bandages, athletic tape, and muscle relaxers. Chad also made a major purchase that he was very excited about. He had heard about it on television. It was an electronic muscle stimulator. It promoted muscle growth by use of electric charges. All you had to do was strap it on and it did all the work for you.
By the time they were done here it was time to get back, eat, and get ready for the party.
After dinner, they returned to their dorm room. Jacob said he wanted to take a shower to get ready. Chad told him not to bother with a shower, he wasn't gonna take one either.
"It'll be just the guys, and most of the older players will be coming right after practice, Lord knows that they won't have showered." said Chad.
Jacob couldn't decide what to wear and asked Chad his advice. "Well," said Chad, "I'm wearing some casual clothes, just a tank top and shorts. I don't think this is the kind of party you should where nice clothes to. As Jacob stripped down to his leather chastity belt he turned to look at Chad and began to ask him to take it off. Chad looked hungrily at the boy in front of him. The heat in the room and the sight of Jacob's naked flesh was making him horny as hell. Without responding he stripped down to his jockstrap and turned into his closet. He brought out two leather straps with rings attached. He tossed these over to Jacob and said, "Here put these on your wrists."
Jacob looked pleadingly at Chad, but saw no reprieve, somehow he knew that he would not be removing the leather belt any time soon. He caught the straps and buckled them on his wrists. The straps buckled around his wrist, and except for the small rings looked just like the bands worn by kids these days. The feel of the cool leather was a sharp contrast to the sweat building under his arms and running down his back. Chad across the room had a light sheen of sweat all over his nude body and his cock was rapidly growing. He walked over to the Jacob and grasped him around the shoulders, thrusting his hips into the boy's groin. He slid his hands all over Jacob's back marveling at the smooth texture of the near hairless body he held. Jacob's hard muscles tightened as he succumbed to the pleasure induced by his tormentor. he thrust his nose into the hairy pit in front of him. He allowed his hands to roam all over the back and ass of the man before him. He grasped the ! solid buttocks of the jock and gasped as Chad tweaked his now hard and sensitive nipples. Jacob beagan moaning and thrust his tongue into the heat of the pit. He slowly licked the skin there savoring the salty, musk of man sweat. Chad produced a thick leather collar with rings attached and buckled it snugly around Jacob's neck. The collar forced Jacob to look straight ahead or up at the ceiling. He moaned in pleasure, and grimaced in pain as his compressed cock tried in vain to rise to the occasion. His swollen testicles throbbed in response to the sensations coursing through his young body.
Chad extended his arms and forced Jacob away from him. "God you are one hot stud," he said. "I think you need one more thing though....hmmm, here they are," he said as he rummaged in his closet.
He turned back to the expectant boy and grasping each arm attached a clip to the cuffs on his arms. He then brought the boy's arms up to his neck and clipped each arm to a ring in the collar. Jacob moaned. He was now totally at the mercy of his roommate. He struggled shortly, his arms vainly trying to get free from his neck. His body was completely exposed to Chad's gentle and not-so-gently ministrations.
"Yes that's perfect. Now I'm going to tell you something and you may not like it. I'm not taking the belt off of you tonight. You're wearing it to the party, and you will not be allowed to cum until I say so!"
Jacob's eyes widened in dismay. His balls already ached so bad that he could hardly stand up straight. If he had to go the rest of the night with no release he'd go mad. He begged to be released, but to no avail.
"Furthermore," Chad continued, "I want you to know that I value your friendship, but I also intend to make you my sex slave. I know that you want it, but I also know that it is very hard to admit it. The day that you tell me you want to be my slave.......my boy, I will allow you to cum. In fact, I will allow you to fuck me, for the first and last time. Also, since I do want to maintain our growing friendship were going to make some changes. When you're my boy, my slave, I will call you jake. At all other times, I will treat like a close friend and call you Jacob. Now, you can always address me as Chad, but when you specifically want to talk to me as you master, address me as Sir. That way I will know that our relationship has changed. Also I may include others, some which you know, some you may not know. But always no this, that I will never, ever allow anyone to hurt you more than you want to be hurt. You will always be in control, because you will give me th! e control. Do you have any questions, jake?"
Jake looked up with tears in his eyes. It was his dream come true. "No Sir," he replied quietly.
Chad once again embraced his boy and felt the trembling of his bound body. He knelt down and picked up his prize fireman style and carefully laid him on the bed. He rolled the boy onto his stomach. He returned to his closet and got a bottle of baby oil and poured some on jake's back. He knelt astride his back and began to knead the tense muscles of the boy. Slowly jake's shoulders relaxed and he sighed quietly. Taking his cue from that sigh Chad eased down onto the boys legs and began to work the oil into his buttocks. He squeezed and grasped the rounded asscheeks. Admiring the way the leather straps lifted the soft flesh and cupped it. He unlocked the center strap from the belt and slowly began working the oil into the reddened cleft. jake began to moan softly and tears began to form in his eyes from the agony centered in his loins.
Chad bent over and slowly and sensuously began to lick at the crack. Long lapping strokes that elicited a shiver every time he touched the boy's hole. Finally he arrowed in on his intended target, thrusting his tongue into jake's asshole. The boy shuddered beneath him and his breathing came in quick gasps as the alien sensation overtook him. His frazzled nerves were a jangle with the new sensation, under which was the pressure in his groin.
Chad left off his assault on the asshole and draped his larger body across the bound body below. He began slowly licking at jake's neck, and whispered "I'm going to fuck you.....You're gonna feel some real manmeat up your hole. It will hurt like a bitch at first, but you'll learn to love it."
The boy began to struggle underneath, but with his arms pinioned at his neck there was little he could do. He opened his mouth to yell, but Chad must have anticipated this move because he stuffed something in as soon as it opened. jake gagged as odor of stale, unwashed jock invaded his senses. Chad had stuffed his used jock in his mouth. He tried to yell but all that came out were some muffled grunts
Chad whispered in his ear, "Just try to relax, you'll like it. Trust me."
He took some oil and began to lube up cock. It hardened to its full length and he rubbed it along the boy's asscrack. jake began to wriggle like a worm, his arms locked at his neck only allowed him to rock from side to side. jake was really thrashing around now, his fear overcoming his desires.
Chad said, "Hold still dammit, if you don't relax this is really gonna hurt!!"
jake tried to relax. He knew that he was powerless to resist, even to speak. He felt like an object or an animal who can only grunt. He loved the feeling of submission he was getting. He felt the head of the cock on his sphincter. It felt huge. He was gonna be split in half by the pole. Tears started flowing from his eyes, and he was drooling all over himself, because of the now soaked cotton in his mouth. The pressure on his asshole kept growing and growing, and the pain increased too. Chad leaned forward and said, "You're fucked!"
With that he thrust the meat into the boy's ass. One slow inch at a time. jake was writhing as the massive pole continued its relentless assault on his virgin asshole. It felt like a red hot poker was being slowly inserted into his rectum. He slowly felt his body being invaded and filled by the throbbing hot member of his master. Chad pulled his cock out about half of an inch and then thrust in an inch, in this manner, he slowly worked his massive cock in up to the balls. He was laying fully on jake now. He whispered, "I'm all the way in, now the fun begins."
He began slowly moving his dick in and out, gently fucking jake. jake was still in agony, but felt a spreading warmth throughout his body. The sensation of submission and being filled was slowly overtaking the stabbing pain. Within minutes of this gently anal massage he was again breathing in little pants. Finally, he started moaning in pleasure, and yelling into his gag, not in pain but in pleasure.
Chad moved his cock faster and faster into the boy's ass. "God, you are so tight," he said. "No girl pussy was ever this good!" The increasing friction on his cock was causing him to rapidly build towards ejaculation. Meanwhile, his probing cock was massaging jake's prostate until he was gasping in pleasure. His bondaged cock and balls were by this time causing him agony, but it could not overcome the pleasure he was getting from being dicked. With his arms at his neck he felt the release of being able to struggle and yet unable to resist. His hands opened and closed spastically at his neck, somehow trying to grasp something to take control.
Chad really began sticking it to him. Muttering "Take it, yeah! Take it slave!" He began giving him long strokes, nearly pulling out of the hole, only to thrust in up to the hilt. His member throbbed and pulsed as he came to a stunning climax, spending his hot jiz in the body of his new slave. jake felt the burning heat of Chad's come as it filled his ass.
Chad collapsed across the back of his slave with chest heaving and sweat dripping onto the body below. His softening member was still lodged in jake's rectum, and jake was shuddering beneath him. He slowly remove his dick from the well-fucked ass and it came out with a soft pop. Cum slowly oozed from the boy's asshole. Chad reached over on his bed and grabbed a butt-plug. He lubed it and slowly forced it up the boys now well stretched hole, locking the cum inside. With a firm push the buttplug was lodged in, and was not going to come out easily.
jake whimpered through this procedure, and tried babbling, but the gag reduced him to grunts of distress. Chad said, " This will keep you primed for later."
He turned his slave over and looked into his eyes. He saw agony, frustration, and that dopey look that can only be described as puppy love. He pulled the dripping jock from his mouth and said, "This was just the beginning."
jake mumbled out a "thank you, Sir" and leaned up to receive a long passionate kiss from his master. He had never been in so much distress and yet so happy. Chad locked the ass strap back in place over the plug, and declared that it was time to get ready for the party.
Chad reached over and tapped on the cup of the chastitly belt. This slight touch caused a groan of pain from his slave, who double up in response. Chad said, "Boy are you gonna have a long night!"
To be continued......
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/midnight-in-garden-of-lust | Midnight in the Garden of Lust by joe wilson He opened the door when I scratched on it. It was my signal to him that I had arrived. He was naked. His body, tall and slender, was covered by swirls of black hair that rolled down his chest and belly. His long legs were covered with it too. Even his shoulders had a light scattering of fur. There was no smile on his handsome face. There seldom was. But it didn't matter. His cock was hard. That is what mattered. And it was huge. Bigger even than when I dreamt of it. "You're here." "Yes. It's the time you said." "Must be almost two weeks." "Two weeks, five days, fourteen hours and twelve minutes." "No seconds?" "No. No seconds." Trapped in my jeans, my cock pulsed with lust for him. Lust and hunger. I was ready. I had been, for the past nineteen days, fourteen hours and twelve minutes. "You should have been bare-ass when you arrived. You know the rules." "I couldn't. My car broke down. I had to hitch a ride." "Take them off. Strip naked. Now." It was a hot summer night. I wore little clothing. Only jeans and a T-shirt. Topsiders. No socks. I threw them into a corner of the basement. I stood up, shoulders back, eyes straight ahead, hands to my side in a military posture. I knew that was the way he wanted me. I shuddered pleasure as his eyes rolled over my nude body, and my cock surged with blood, pushing it out of the foreskin, pointed to him. He smiled his approval. I was rewarded. I felt gratified. "Did you do as I requested?" "Yes, every day I sucked three cocks." "What else?" "No one has touched mine. Just as you ordered. Nor have I jacked-off. I had one wet dream eight days ago. And I am ready for another." He nodded approval. "And........?" "I have not bathed or showered since our last session." "You stink." "Yes," I answered, proud. He had two beers in his hand. He handed one to me. We drained it, and he found another in the box on the floor, and we drained that too. He walked around me, surveying his property. He bent forward and kissed my right nipple, sucking on it. "You taste as filthy as you smell." "Yes." His hands squeezed my balls with an abrupt pressure. He hurt me, but I did not show the hurt to him. His middle finger rubbed against my anus, slipping inside. He pulled his hand away. His finger was shiny brown, the wetness of it catching the light. He put his finger in his mouth, licking it hungrily. "Aaaaah!" he said. My chest swelled with pride that I could give him the pleasure that he desired. He went to the cupboard that was against the wall, and opening it he pulled out the tit-clamps. They were held together by a heavy chain that gave them weight to tug on the nipples. I remembered them from other times. My cock quivered in excitement. It knew them. Knew them well. He clamped each on a nipple, digging deeply into the aerole, causing a familiar sharp pain that somehow connected them to my swollen cock. He tugged on the chain. He knew he caused pain, but I hid it from him. If he did not know how much, he would try harder to make it more painful. Pulling the chain, he led me to the corner of the room where I knew it was. The rack. A framework of lumber and hooks and ropes that bound me. My arms and legs were outstretched, spread-eagled. Now I was helpless. Now he could do what he wanted. I belonged to him. Completely. His hands pulled on the chain pinching my nipples. They hurt. My cock tried to reach to him, he touched it. He rubbed the foreskin over the knob of it. It felt good. He pulled on the tit-chain. I screamed. He chuckled. He was satisfied. He stood up. I knew he was looking at me. He knelt on the floor. I felt his kisses on my feet. They tickled. He knew I hated that. I tried to move my leg to make him stop. To go to my cock instead. But he sucked on a toe. Slowly and deliberately. His tongue slithered between each one. His teeth bit at the nails. I knew he liked them long, ugly and dirty. And he sucked them. One after the other, over and over again, for a long, long time. I heard the chimes of the clock upstairs. He sucked my toes for over an hour. I was about to go mad. He new that. He continued cleaning away the dirt accumulated between my toes. The tickling continued. I hated it. And I was happy. Because I knew that that was what he wanted of me. He stopped and went away. He was upstairs somewhere. I was alone. Lying naked on the rack. When I awakened my body was stiff from lying so long in one position. He was there, kneeling beside me. He awakened me with kisses on my cock. Ah yes! The luscious pleasure of his wet mouth sucking it. He grunted his excitement, licking away the accumulated detritus of our last sessions, fourteen days ago. His mouth moved to my pubic hair where his tongue washed each strand, slowly and patiently. He had not shaved, and the stubble of his beard was abrasive. As rough as sandpaper. My hard-on rubbed against it sending new chills of pleasure down my spine. It took a long time for I have an ample patch of hair, My cock was on fire, burning with each moment of contact. I tried to reach to his erection, but my arms were held in place by the restraints. When he satisfied himself that I was clean, free of his shit, he pulled away, he stood up, showing off his body to me, making me even hornier than I already was. That he was a beautiful man was an accepted fact between us. "I love you, I said." His cock swayed back and forth with each movement of his hips. The hair on his testicles was long and curly. Thick. The balls were like two rust colored apples hanging side by side from the branch of a tree. The hair on his body seemed to sprout out from the pillow of pubic hair that was so dark and bushy. It trickled down his muscular tapered legs, and up the flat belly to his chest. It would have covered his nipples, but they were swollen, like mine, and he had shaved the hair, that surrounded them. He bent to the chest on the floor for another beer. His back was to me, and I looked at his ass-cheeks. There was a lot of hair in the crack. I remembered that from the last time. Especially that. He pulled a small stool over to the rack and sat down beside me. His cock arose out of his lap. I watched the foreskin slip over the bulb of it. It was no more than a foot away from my face. I could smell it. I wanted it, but it was his intent to torment me. He held the beer to my lips, spilling some on my chest. It tasted good. Cool, to a hot throat. I drank deeply. His smile was only a shadow, but I knew he was pleased with me. Liked me. His fingers found my cock. Played with it. They were cool, too, from the beer. The fingers of one hand wrapped around the shaft, while he squeezed my balls with his other hand. Gently, this time. His touch was tender, and send erotic chills everywhere. He bent forward and kissed my nipples. Sucking on them, his fingers busy on my cock and balls. I almost groaned at my pleasure. His eyes were locked to mine, begging me to show some sign of how much I liked what he was doing to me, so that he could stop, so that he could torment me more, Like Tantalus. I fought for control, and won it, languishing in the exquisite pleasure of his touch. He sucked with a frenzy, a slave to his passions. His tongue wrapped around the the cock seeking the piss slit. His head bobbed back and forth, up and down. He took the whole of my hard-on. I could feel it slipping down into his throat, his nose deep in my pubes. The pleasure had grown to its peak. I knew that. He had gone too far. It couldn't be called back. Beginning in my testicles, that he stroked so lovingly and carefully, the sperm began its journey up the love tube. I screamed my pleasure. Pleasure and relief earned over the past two weeks. I tried to delay, to hold back, but it was all powerful. Like the firing of an automatic, the bullets of lust shot out of my swollen cock into him and we were united in one body. One body in Christ. A communion of lost souls. I screamed my pleasure again and again, with each pulsating shot of cum. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaah." When it was done, he rose off the stool, turned toward the stairs that led to the floor above. I watched as the round hairy cheeks of his ass rotated with each step he took toward the door. When he reached it, he turned off the bright light that illuminated the basement. In total darkness, I listened to the fading footsteps. I was alone again. Somewhere in the night, the piercing beam of a flashlight struck across my cock alerting me to his presence. I felt the warmth of it. The blood rushed in making it hard. Harder even than before. In shadows, I saw him. Standing there. Head back in egotistic pride. Laughing. Showing me off to his friends. There were four. Four naked stallions, grinning and whooping like banshees at the the sight of me bound to the rack. "My friends. From next door," he said. "They called to say their toilet was broken. I told them they could use mine." I looked at them, half hidden in shadow. They were macho male animals with all the necessary parts. They surrounded the rack and with no advance warning they began to piss. The flow of golden slime splashed over me, penetrating all the erogenous areas of my naked body. Exciting streams, hot and aromatic, smelling of yesterdays nutrition flavored with ammonia struck my balls, my soaring penis, the tender nipples and pits and into my mouth where I hungrily lapped the luscious golden streams. My heart soared at the thrill of the penetrating flows stinging on my tongue. I swallowed quickly, to make room for more of the unexpected flood. And with open eyes, I increased the pleasure by looking at the source of my debasement. Four naked men, muscular legs supporting hairy bodies, grinning their satisfactions at the end-destiny of their cast-off waste. And still the piss flowed, caught like golden jewels, an amber necklace, in the glow of the flashlight. My pleasure was at the point of orgasm, when the piercing flows receded to but dribbles, and then ceased entirely. As their bladders emptied, one by one, they faded away, and we were alone once more. "You liked that," he said, "Yes, I liked it." He fell upon his knees, and bending over me he sucked up the piss that had accumulated in the hollows of my body, and when he had taken all of it, he licked away the traces that covered my skin, adding a tactile excitement to an already overwhelming pleasure. When he had satisfied himself, and accepted the fact there was no more piss to taste, no more licking to do, he rewarded me by sitting on my chest. He rubbed his cock over my lips. I opened my mouth and he slipped it inside. This was what I wanted most. His cock. To suck on his luscious muscle. To draw the sweet cum from his balls. Sperm spurting into the cavern o my throat. I sucked for a long time. Then, sensing the added hardness, I knew he was ready. With a cry, like out of a jungle at night, the cum shot. A sudden force struck sensitive nerves causing my own cock to explode once more in a frenzy of pleasure. Ah yes! It was ever so, No disappointments. Only pleasure. That is what we sought, and what we gave to each other. Without a word, he left me in the darkness once more. I was alone and lonely, wanting more of him. Not yet finished. He came back. How much later, I don't know for time was not a dimension that night. He carried a hugh candle that flickered its light in all directions, but only partly revealing his naked body. The most visible part of him was his cock, still hard despite the recent explosion of cum. But then, my cock was hard, too. It exhalted with expectation. The heat of the candle reminded me of the other times when hot wax dripped upon my testicles. I waited impatiently, but he placed the candle on a table and drawing up the stool, he sat at my feet. He loosened the restraints that bound them to the rack, lifted my legs vertically, then over the length of my torso, and tied my ankles to the same hook that held my wrists. Now my ass was raised above the mattress. He kissed my exposed ass-hole, sucking into his mouth, the tender membrane that covered it. I could sense his tongue pushing its way inside. As he lapped at the shitty hairs that spread over it, he groaned his satisfaction. When the body flavors diminished, he pulled away and struck his fingers inside my hole. I liked the sense of freedom he took with my body, the way he acted on whim for his own pleasure, without regard to mine, as though he owned me. As certainly he did. "Fuck me," I cried. There was a resounding crack as he slapped the cheeks with an open hand. "Fuck me," I cried. And he slapped me again. Harder this time "Please sir, shove your cock in. Inside my hole. Fuck me." He slapped the cheeks again. There was a resounding crack. A hot stinging sensation raced up my spine, splashing over my shoulders in exciting pain that somehow connected to my gonads. Aaaaaaahhh! sweet agony. He slapped again, one more resounding crack singing its' melody to and empty room. I screamed because I knew that was what he wanted. What gave pleasure to him. He went to the cupboard on the wall. The one that had contained the clamps. And he withdrew from it a small case. I knew what was inside, and I began to quiver involuntarily. It was a latex bag. With a long tube attached to it. I watched as he stood in front of me. He held his erection down and placed it into the bag. There was a hidden smile that barely showed on his face. He strained his stomach muscles. I heard the stream of piss as it swirled inside the bag. He urinated for along time. What seemed like forever. When he finished, he pulled the bag away. His cock was shining in the candlelight. Shining with the piss that covered it. He hung the bag on a hook on the wall. High above us. He came around to my back and lowered his pelvis into my face. His cock, his balls too, dripped with piss. Dripped the luscious fluid in my face. I licked the slime away with my tongue. Aaaaahh! Thank you, Thank you. Coming around to the front of me where I could lust at the beauty of him, he reached for the hose that hung from the bag. He took the nipple that was on the end of it and eased it into my ass-hole. Reaching to the small metal clip that determined the flow, he opened it all the way. Oh! Oh! The hot silky piss flowed into my rectum setting all the raw nerves inside me on fire, causing my whole body to swell with anticipation. "Hold it." "Yes Sir." And still the piss flowed. Like a fountain that had no shut off valve it poured inside raging like a storm at sea. "Hold it." "Yes Sir." He stopped its flow as abruptly as he had begun it. The whole cavity of my lower body swollen with it. I loved the taste, as it seeped into the back of my throat. "Hold it." "Yes Sir." He pulled a stool over to the rack and stepped upon it. Now he was of equal height to me. I looked at him with love and adoration. How beautiful he was. Tall stringing muscles dusted with fine black hairs. His enormous cock was hard. Gorged with blood. Still reflecting candlelight with the piss that covered it. He pushed forward and the knob of it touched my asshole. He pushed further, but he could not enter for holding the piss inside had created a barrier. "Relax." "Yes." "Relax more." "Yes." And the flood of piss spurted out of my asshole spreading the warm and aromatic muck all over him. "Shit." "Yes." And he pushed his cock inside and, plugging the hole, stopped the flow of piss. The smell was intoxicating. Piss and shit mingled in a luscious aromatic stink, and he began to fuck. Pushing his cock back and forth with deep thrusts, he awakened all the pleasure nerves hiding in the sleeve of the rectum. And he fucked and fucked until neither of us could stand the expanding pleasure, and the cum exploded in an mutual climax... AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! He fell exhausted onto the floor. The piss captured inside me poured over him in a final baptism. And when the innundation ended, he untied the restraints that bound me, and taking me into his arms, he touched me with sucking kisses and we tasted and loved each other until the light of the candle burned away and dawn began to brighten the sky. It was time to go. "Two weeks, three days, fourteen hours," he said I nodded as he closed the door. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/pigslave-journal | Date: Fri, 16 Apr 1999 12:44:58 -0700 From: Castro Pig Subject: My Pigslave Journal (Authoritarian/WS/Scat) MY PIGSLAVE JOURNAL During the months prior to my move from Birmingham, Alabama to the West Coast, I decided to take a few risks in my social life. I was going to be leaving town anyway. So, I figured there would be no threat my "reputation and standing" around town (such as it was), if any of my "experiments" turned out badly. One such "experiment" led me to meeting up with a very mean young man who dominated me completely during my last few months in Birmingham. This man -- boy, really -- was less than half my age. Yet, he became my Master, the complete focus of my life. And I became his groveling slave and even his personal toilet. In fact, I became the receptacle for all his body fluids, as well as the object of his extremely harsh verbal and physical abuse. This young man gained great satisfaction from tormenting and thoroughly degrading me. Yet the truth is that he provided me with the greatest sense of fulfillment and inner peace I have ever experienced. This journal describes how I -- a respectable banker in my late forties -- became a groveling pigslave to this young sadistic male, and how I descended to depths of depravity few men ever get to experience. ******** I will not waste time with too much preamble about myself. Suffice it to say that I have always been a loner. I was always the outsider at school and felt even more of an outsider when, as an adult, I spent time in the "gay world". The truth is very few gay men turn me on. My erotic interest has always focussed on butch young men who, of course, are always unavailable, at least to the likes of me. As a result, my sex life has been solitary to say the least. So, here I was at the tender age of 47 and still jerking off to fantasies of worshipping masculine studs young enough to be my son. I joined a college gym (via a "community membership") just to be surrounded by jocks. I loved everything about them, especially their carefree attitude, something I have never enjoyed in life. In my eyes, they were Gods. And I deeply wanted to "own" one. Now, one of the things about jacking off alone is that you get to develop all kinds of elaborate fantasies. Reality doesn't get to intrude. And so it was that I started fantasizing about being a slave to a young jock. The fantasy felt so completely "right" -- it was truly what I wanted. To deeply worship the God of masculinity as represented in the muscular body and ripe, smelly juices of a young, athletic male. It was with this in my mind that I summoned up the courage to place an ad in the online Yahoo personals. The ad read: "Man seeks Man: Seeking degradation by younger man; Birmingham, Alabama. "I'm one of those trolls you see hanging out in the gay bars. I am clean-shaven, overweight, and out-of-shape. I lust after masculine young men and constantly fantasize about their personal stink, especially their dirty crotches and buttholes. If you are a young man with a very mean side to your character, then I want to worship you. I will truly obey your every whim, no matter how mean or nasty, and will even respectfully suggest a few punishments designed to fully degrade myself in front of you. All I ask in return is that you permit me to honor all your body smells and fluids, as well as your dirty laundry and footwear. I will even be your personal toilet if you feel motivated to destroy the very last remnants of my self-respect. I will respect and obey you without question at all times, and, if I fail to do so, I expect to be harshly punished. I expect no commitment from you. When we are together, I will exist only for your amusement and pleasure. If you have ever wondered what it would be like to have a grown man groveling at your feet, obeying all your commands without question, then you should respond to this ad." Jesus Christ! I reread that ad sometimes and can't help thinking: what a total fucking loser I am!! But, the truth is: That's exactly what I truly am. I'm just honestly fessing up to that fact through my ad. Now, realistically, I knew that my ad was very much a long shot. The chances of a genuine young stud responding were very slim. But, hell, I thought it was worth a shot. I also knew that, in the event that I actually got a real response, the guy would not exactly be your typical jock. He would surely be mentally twisted in some kind of weird way. Perhaps he would be a nascent sadist looking for an easy outlet for his desire to hurt others. Or perhaps he might be a young man with a very negative emotional agenda against older men. There were all kinds of possible psychological profiles. Who knew what might motivate a good-looking stud to respond to my ad? And in that very uncertainty, lay the clear risk that I might find myself getting involved with a psycho. But, despite the risks, I felt completely driven to try. I determined in my own mind that if I received a serious response, I would not chicken out. I desperately wanted my fantasy to come true!! I pressed "submit" on the web page and the die was cast, for better or for worse. Or, more likely, nothing. Within a few days, I had received some responses. But, they were all of the "you sick fuck" or "get therapy" kind. And then, on day four, the following arrived: "Hey noselfrespect Bitch, "I'm Mark. I am 5'11', 170 LBS, Brn/Brn. 7" Cock. I would luv to control and degrade you. If you wouldent (sic) listen to me I would make you my little urinal. I would give you an enema or two. And if you are good you could even let it all out. I think I am exactly what you need. Hope to hear from you soon. Mark". I immediately looked up his Yahoo profile, which didn't say much apart from that he had listed his age as 22 and his residence as Birmingham, Alabama. I thought to myself that his response was kind of amateurish. He begins in an appropriately demeaning way, yet he ends with "Hope to hear from you soon" which is kind of friendly. But, then I thought, hey, the guy's a kid. What do you expect? John Preston? The enema bit, though, came as a surprise. Who would want to mess with my middle-aged ugly butthole? But, hell, if that was what he wanted, I was sure not going to stand in his way. Anyway, I was intrigued. And I had nothing to lose by responding. So, I did: "Sir: "I am honored that you chose to respond to my personal ad. I have never done anything like this before. But, I am extremely sincere in my DEEP desire to be tormented and degraded by a younger man. "If you choose to give me enemas, Sir, then I will of course be honored (and also extremely humiliated, but that, of course, is the point). I would be especially honored if you would place a very dirty, stinky pair of your underwear over my head while I am being given the enema. I would then be able to worship some of your most intimate smells while you flush out the foulness of my intestinal tract. You might also like to consider gagging me with a pair of your sweaty sox. Please understand, Sir, that I am not trying to be presumptuous in suggesting these ways of humiliating me. I make these suggestions only to demonstrate my sincere motivation to be degraded by you. "I would very much like to meet up with you at your earliest convenience. Perhaps over a drink or coffee, you can decide, Sir, if I am worthy of your attention. If so, you would be most welcome to return to my house where I will be glad to serve your every whim. "Please feel free to email me at toiletmouth@usa.net. "Sir, I thank you for your interest and I look forward to groveling at your feet for your amusement and pleasure. "Your no-self-respect bitch." So, would he respond? Or was he just a joker having some online fun with the personals? Well, the next day, the following short email arrived from him: "I'm for real. are you? if you are, give me your number and ill (sic) call." Hmmmm....decision time. And I'll tell you this: if I hadn't been leaving town soon, there is NO WAY I would even think of giving him my number. But, I WAS leaving town. And this was exactly the kind of risk I'd been thinking of taking. So, I mailed him back, giving him my number. "Sir, please feel free to call at your earliest convenience and I will respectfully answer any questions you may have. Evenings after 6 p.m. are best. Thank you, Sir. "Your no-self-respect bitch." The call came through that very same evening, around 9 p.m. I answered the phone with a simple "hallo", to which he responded, in a country drawl, "Yahoo personals mean somethin' to ya?" Oh my God! It's HIM!!!!! I immediately went weak at the knees, almost collapsing. My hands started trembling uncontrollably. On every previous call in my life, I had been your typical middle-class respectable guy. Buddy/buddy talk and all that. Peer to peer conversation. And now suddenly I had to change my role dramatically if I wanted this connection to proceed further. I had given some thought, of course, to how I would behave when and if he called. But, nothing had really prepared me for the stark reality of his call. But, I did know this: if he was serious and was what he claimed to be, then I desperately wanted to act out my fantasy of being his slave. I really wanted this. I was not going to chicken out. Period. I also figured that, given his young age, he was probably just as much of a novice as I was, and that it would be serve me well if I "made it easy for him" to degrade me. I would (subtly of course) assist him in my own debasement. So, taking a deep breath, I responded, "Yes, Sir. Yahoo is where I placed my application to be degraded and tormented by you, Sir. I'm extremely honored that you have chosen to call, Sir. Thank you Sir." Yeah, I know, I was laying the "Sir" stuff on a bit thick. But, I needed to communicate my seriousness to him. "Jeez, you're serious about this shit, aren't you?" "100 per cent, Sir. And I hope you are too, Sir." "Well, maybe I am. And maybe I'm not. I just don't git what yer after." He didn't "git" what I was after? Christ, how much clearer could I have been in my ad and follow-up emails? He obviously understood perfectly what I was after. But, he wanted me to say it in my own words, without hiding behind the veneer of cyberspace. It was the start of my humiliation. "Sir. I'm extremely serious about what I put in the ad. I have this deep need that's built up over the years to serve a young masculine male." "Whaddya mean 'serve'?" "Well, Sir, I guess what I really mean is that I'm hoping to find a young man who would enjoy tormenting and punishing me for his amusement. That's what I want and need. I also have this need to worship you, your body, your smells, your dirty clothes and all your body fluids." "There you go again. Using this fancy talk. Whaddya mean 'worship'....'body fluids'? Don't go giving me no more of this fuckin' bullcrap college talk. Spit it out." "I'm sorry, Sir. I won't do that again. It's just that it's difficult for me to be open and honest about my inner desires, Sir. I've just never done anything like this before, Sir. But, I'll try to explain, Sir. "By 'worship your body fluids', Sir, I mean....", as I took a huge gulp of air to give me the courage to continue, "... that I want to swallow your spit and phlegm, eat your snot, drink your piss, lap up your virile sperm, lick your sweaty feet and breathe in the stink of your sweaty crotch and butthole, Sir. And...hmmm...er...I feel so embarrassed about saying this, Sir.....but, in time, I would also like to eat your shit, Sir....directly from your hole, Sir. I'm just being honest, Sir" "God...you really are a sick motherfucker, aren't ya?" "If you say so, Sir." "So, Mr. College Education, what do I get outta this?" "Well, Sir. It will only be worth your valuable time if you think you'll get pleasure from tormenting and humiliating me. I would like to add, Sir, that I've bought a leather strap for you to punish me with if I fail, in any way, to please you. I've done this even though I have never been hit in my whole life. But, it's clear to me that my Master should have the right to punish me whenever he sees fit. Hence, my purchase of the strap, Sir. I hope you approve of my purchase, Sir, and that you will take pleasure in using it on me when you so decide." "Well, I might could get some enjoyment from degrading you. That's why I responded to your ad. More than that I won't say. My feelings ain't none of yer business. But, I still wanna check that yer really for real." "Fully understand, Sir. How can I help you do that, Sir?" "Well, bitch, I'll tell you what. Meet me tomorrow. I'll check you out. But, I'm not promising anything. Get it?" "Got it, Sir." We then made arrangements to meet late afternoon the following day at a midtown McDonalds near where I live. By the end of the call, he was really starting to get into the whole thing about degrading me, ending the call with, "Don't be late, fuckhead." I began to respond, "No, Sir. I won't be late." But, he had already hung up. And then I collapsed on the sofa, not quite believing what I had just done. I had set myself up to be degraded by a man young enough to be my son! Was I being a complete fool? Or was this the best thing I had ever done for myself? Only time would tell. I guess that's what risk-taking is all about. It was several scotches before I calmed down and felt able to go to bed and sleep, although thoughts kept racing through my mind about all the possibilities the next day might bring. ************** Well, I was useless at work the next day, partly because of all the scotches I had drank the night before. But, mainly, because of the huge nervous trepidation I felt. It seemed like an eternity before I was able to quit work and head over to McDonalds, still dressed in my business suit. I arrived a good fifteen minutes before the appointed time and sat down and drank coffee, awaiting the arrival of the young man I hoped would become my Master. What would he look like? Would he even show up? Fortunately, I was pretty sure that we would recognize each other. The place was almost deserted. He had said that he would be wearing a red plaid shirt and levis, which should be very easy to spot. And, then, of course, I was the only one wearing a business suit. No, if there was going to be a problem, it would not be because of a lack of mutual recognition. But, would he show up? Would he show up, damnit? Well, the appointed meeting time came and went, and I began to start losing hope that he would show. But, then, twenty minutes later, this young man walks through the door. And, yes, he's wearing a red plaid shirt and denims. And, God, is he eye-catching. And, yep, he looks his stated age (22). I'd put him about 5' 11'' and about 170, just as he had said in his email. The build of a solid wrestler. Extremely short, dark-brown hair cut military style. The beginnings of a five o'clock shadow. And a wide belt around his waist, similar to those worn by carpenters. All these observations I made in the millisecond that it took for me to spot him. He also spotted me immediately. He knew I was coming straight from work, saw that I was the only one dressed up in a business suit, and drew the obvious conclusion. His face revealed nothing about his initial impression of me, although I'm sure that he picked up my definite lustful interest in him, but it didn't seem to put him off. After all, he was the kind of good-looking guy who almost-certainly got hungry looks all the while, from both men and women. He strode across toward me and I stood up to shake his hand (force of habit, I guess, but hardly the behavior of a potential slave!). He looked at my outstretched hand and ignored it, and instead stared straight into my eyes and said, "Get me a quarterpounder with cheese, large fries and a Coke. And get a Coke and fries for yourself." "But, I'm not hungry." "Just do it. And I'll meet you at one of the tables outside." Wow! He wasn't wasting any time taking charge. Last night's conversation must have primed him just right. But why outside? It was close to 100 degrees out there, with matching humidity. Nobody would sit outside by choice. But, he seemed to know what he wanted. So, I got the food and joined him outside. I placed the food on the table and waited for him to say, "Sit down", which he finally did. The scene seemed completely surreal to me. I simply couldn't believe that I was actually meeting a young man with the objective of getting him to totally degrade me! But, this meeting really was happening. This was no product of my imagination. This was for real! After I sat down, he started attacking the burger and fries, looking down at his food and ignoring me. I just sat there impassively, ignoring my fries and Coke. I guess I was just awaiting his instructions on what I should do next. "So, you're serious about all this degrading shit, yeah?" "Yes, Sir," I whispered, even though nobody was around to overhear our conversation. He stared at me a while. I guess he was taking in the scene of this suited businessman sitting opposite him - a man who, the previous night, had told him that he wanted to "worship" his sweaty stink and all his "body fluids". He continued, "Before this goes any further, I wanna test ya some to see if y'all are as serious as you say ya are." "But not here, Sir, surely?" I stuttered, on the point of objecting. "Stay cool, dude. It'll be okay." Nonplussed is probably the only way to describe the resulting expression on my face. Totally nonplussed. What the fuck did he mean? I didn't have to wait long to find out. Just as he was picking up the expression on my face, he reached across and grabbed my still-untouched french fries. He then turned away from the window, snorted his nose, hocked some phlegm in his nasal passages, and spat a disgusting phlegmball directly onto my fries. "Eat," he commanded. With this simple -- but extremely direct --command, my emotions began to run riot. My "respectable" side kicked in, and I began fuming. Here was this fucking upstart "kid" bossing me around. Jesus, he's about the same age as the office juniors at work. I am just not going to tolerate any kind of disrespect from the likes of him. Period!! But, just as my outrage began to surface, so did other feelings. And these feelings went much deeper - way deeper than my bullshit conventional outrage. Emotionally, I began to feel the same way I did when I walked into the john at college and saw a small turd belonging to the previous occupant - an incredibly hot stud in my class. I knew when I set eyes on the precious, dark, rich meat, that I would be eating that turd. I knew that I would not be able to resist the craving. And with that sure knowledge, I felt a welling up of excitement that went to the very core of what I am as a human being. I remember shaking uncontrollably, going weak at the knees and almost fainting. But, far more importantly, I felt ALIVE. Well, I did chew on that small turd, and while swirling the chewed-up mess in my mouth, I had the most explosive orgasm of my life (at least up until that point). Now, in the presence of this young man, I felt all those same feelings rushing to my head. I knew that I would not be able to resist. To do so, would be to deny my true desires. And so it was that this stud took me under his control. I looked down at the whitish, gooey slime on my fries and then up at his impassive expression. My hands and knees were trembling. And, then, just as he had ordered, I picked up a couple of fries with the greatest amount of phlegm-slime and, keeping my head bowed, placed them in my mouth with as much deference as I was able to muster. I wanted my Master to know that I felt honored to be given the opportunity to feast upon his nasal dredgings. And I chewed, slowly, savoring the taste and consistency of my Master's phlegm. He said nothing, but just stared at me, probably not quite believing that I was really going through with this degradation. All the emails, and the telephone call the previous night, now meant nothing. There was just the present reality. And in that reality, I was worshipping one of my Master's precious "body fluids". My evident commitment to my own debasement did not go unnoticed by this masculine young man sitting opposite me. And I saw the beginnings of a cruel smirk cross his face as he began to understand the power he held over me. But, he still kept himself aloof. He wasn't ready quite yet to completely unleash his cruel side upon me. There would have to be some more tests of my motivation. He grabbed the fries again, turned his back away from the window, and hocked another slime ball directly into the middle of the remaining fries. Now I understood why he had chosen to eat outside - all he had to do to get some privacy was turn away from the window. I was beginning to develop some respect for this ingenious young man - the man I desperately hoped would become my Master. "Keep on eating." "Yes, Sir. Thank you for your phlegm, Sir." I ate a few more slime-drenched fries and he grabbed them yet again. I was very happy for him to completely drench my fries with his phlegm if he so chose. After all, I was riding high. I was jubilant. I was savoring this experience. And my dick was throbbing. Finally, I was living! But, this time he hesitated. Instead of hocking another slime ball, he continued chewing on a mouthful of his burger. And, then, just as I realized what he was about to do, he spat the chewed-up mess all over the rest of my fries. A slurry of sloppy burger, ketchup, pickle and bun, all steeped in his saliva, covered my fries. My "normal" self wanted to throw up on the spot. But, when I looked down at the horrid mess, all I saw was this precious gift from my Master. I didn't hold back for a second as I hungrily gobbled up these wonderful fries that had been coated with semi-digested food disgorged from my Master's mouth. And then, for the first time, my Master relaxed and laughed mockingly at me. He knew he "had" me. I was his plaything to taunt and torment to his heart's desire. Hell, I was far more fun than the small animals he had tortured in his childhood and early adolescence. But, even though I had proven myself, he still had a couple of tricks left up his sleeve. As he was finishing up his food, he burped loudly and announced "Hand me your Coke." "Yes, Sir." As I handed him my Coke. "Don't move." Then he headed off the bathroom. And I took this opportunity to breathe a huge sigh of relief, momentarily letting go of the intense pressure I had been feeling. At that point, if the truth be known, we probably both needed a breather to calm down from the excitement of crossing the threshold from talk (which is cheap) to action (which takes guts). I desperately wanted a very stiff drink. But, that, I knew, would have to wait. My Master was gone for about five minutes and I naturally assumed he was taking a crap. I really wanted to be there with him, inhaling the stink of his shit, worshipping him while he sat on the throne, available at his command to tongue-clean his dirty hole. I daydreamed briefly about kneeling before a pile of his turds, my hands handcuffed behind my back. I'm sniffing deeply, my eyes completely locked on his excrement. I am craving to eat them. My cock is rock hard, bobbing up and down in lust overload. Without warning, he pushes my face directly into the shitpile. My nostrils immediately fill up with his stinking waste. At some level, I feel thoroughly disgusted and humiliated. But, even so, I find myself uncontrollably opening my mouth wide as I feverishly begin devouring my Master's rich, dark brown turds. However, before my daydream develops any further, I notice my Master returning. I couldn't help staring at my Master as He returned from the bathroom. God, he's magnificent. The kind of young, masculine guy you long to find yourself next to when you're in a gym changing room or on a bus or plane. And for me, the kind of guy whose dirty underwear I would lose my right arm for. Ten minutes with my nose nestled in the sweaty crotchstink of his briefs would be worth ten years off my life. And if I played my cards right, all his personal stinks would be MINE... Yes, MINE... I MUST NOT FUCK UP!!! This young man was extremely hot by anyone's standards. But, I chuckle now with my fixation on his looks. What I have learned through experience is that looks count for little. Whether smooth, hairy, skinny, chubby, conventionally attractive, or nondescript, what really counts is attitude. If the young man feels that it is perfectly natural to take a shit while squatting over my face, then he is the kind of Master I will deeply respect and from whom I will welcome the most awful kind of abuse and humiliation. A bully in the schoolyard does not spend much time analyzing why he pushes around other kids. He just does it. It's part of the natural order of things. There are those who bully and there are those who get bullied. Simple. And it's the same here. I exist to be pushed around and abused. Anyway, enough of my reflections. Back to what happened. He handed me the Coke container as soon as he returned. It was warm, very warm, and certainly no longer contained iced Coke. It had to be his piss. I had never drunk a man's piss before. But, if I had to drink piss, this was the man whose piss I wanted. Surprising even myself, I immediately took the straw to my mouth and began sucking up the contents of the Coke container. And, boy, was it strong. Acrid and rank. But, I took to drinking my Master's piss like a duck to water. In fact, everything between us started to feel "natural", as if we had always interacted in this way. I was elated. For me, I knew there would be no turning back. And I really didn't care. I had, as the cliche goes, "found my calling". "Drink it all up, piss bitch." "Yes, Sir. Thank you for your piss, Sir." "Just drink up and shut up." And I did just that, with my head bowed down in deference to the superiority of my Master. He ignored me and turned away, staring into the distance as he finished his Coke. He was evidently making his decision as to whether he would continue having his perverse fun with me or drop me there and then. I thank God that he chose to continue pushing me around and degrading me, at least for a while longer. "Finished?" "Yes, Sir." "Well, suck on this, asswipe", he said, as he handed me a paper napkin. I was confused about this latest instruction, until I unfolded the white paper napkin and saw the wide brown streak. I briefly lifted the napkin to my nose and sniffed the rich stink. I completely lost myself in my worship of this young man's shitsmell. And then, as instructed, I placed the shitty part of the napkin in my mouth and started chewing, thoroughly enjoying each and every dry morsel. My toilet training had begun! The daydreams of just a moment or two before were finally becoming reality. He said nothing until I had finished swallowing, and then he announced his decision. "Well, let's go. I'll follow you back to your place." ******************************* We got back to my place in next to no time and he parked his beaten-up pickup behind me in the driveway. We'd made it! And I couldn't wait to get inside to get on with the "scene". I was giddy with excitement, but tried to "cool it" a bit in front of my Master, although the hardon tenting out the front of my pants must have left Him in no doubt as to my excitement. After I let us both in, I immediately got on all fours in front of my Master, with my head bowed in complete submission. I think he was a bit shocked at my blatant and immediate submissiveness. But, I wanted this new phase to start out on the right note. I wanted him to know that he would have no trouble in getting me to obey his every order. "Permission to speak, Sir?" I asked, with my face hovering over the front of his dirty boots. I guess he was a bit startled and there was a slight delay before he said, "Yeah". "Sir, I feel that I should be punished for sharing the table with you at McDonalds. I have no right to sit at any table in your presence. My place is at your feet, Sir. Can I have permission to go get the strap so you may give me the punishment I deserve?" I think this startled Him as well. But, He sure didn't show it. Getting right into the swing of things, he commanded, "Right boy, go git it." And with that, I made my way on all fours to my study where I kept the strap. Holding it between my teeth, I made my way back to my Master who had taken the easy chair in the living room. I placed the strap at his feet and prostrated myself before him, with my nose touching the floor. I said, "I await your pleasure, Sir", at which point he picked up the strap, raised himself out of the seat and walked to my side. "Lift your ugly ass, bitch. And spread your legs." "Yes, Sir," as I struggled to stick my butt as high as possible in the air. And then the blows starting coming. And he didn't hold back one little bit, applying every ounce of his muscle power to brutalizing my rear. I screamed when the first blow hit me and I collapsed forward on the floor, completely winded. Never in my whole life had I felt anything so painful. It was like a lightning bolt had hit me. But, even so, I got back up on my hands and knees and stuck my butt out to receive more punishment from my Master. I knew that I needed this punishment - that I just had to be flogged mercilessly by him. I don't know how I knew. I just knew. "Thank you, Sir." And then he strapped me about nine more times (I wasn't exactly counting!). Each time, I screamed, though less loudly than the first time. And each time, I thanked my Master and proudly stuck my butt out to receive more. I remember clearly that, even in my excruciating agony, the beating felt incredibly "right". I felt, in a very deep sense, that I had "come home". "Well, pig, have you had enough?" My intellect told me to count my blessings that I was being given an out by my Master. The punishment could now stop. But, emotionally, I knew that I had to have more, no matter how painful. "Sir, I fear that I have not truly learned my lesson. Might I respectfully suggest that you give me another twenty hits, this time on my bare butt? I think then, and only then, will I have properly learned my lesson and my place as your slave." "Okay, pig, drop your pants now and bare butt. And spread your legs," instructions that I followed in an instant. "Jesus Christ, bitch, you got one ugly fat ass. God I hate even looking at it. You'd better start working on that flabby cuntass real soon, or I'm really gonna be laying into ya'." "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir, for having an ugly fat ass. With your guidance and direction, I'll try to do a lot better in the future, Sir. Thank you, Sir. May I have the rest of my punishment now, please Sir?" And then he recommenced my beating, spacing each blow by about every ten seconds. This time, I was psychologically far more ready, even though each blow was more painful than those I had received in the first set. I was beginning to learn the lesson of pacing myself, especially with respect to breathing. Nevertheless, the punishment was brutally agonizing, and by the end tears were flooding from my eyes and clear slime was running out of my nose. But, I had survived! "Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir." And without thinking, I turned sideways and moved my face down to kiss his boots in gratitude. "You fucking loser. I'm outta here. Okay, cuntface, be here tomorrow morning at ten." And, with that, he turned and left my house. So that was the end of my first strapping at the hand of my Master (indeed my first thrashing ever). It seemed at the time to be awful torture. But, the truth is that 30 lashings with a medium-heavy strap, even when applied with full force on the naked buttocks, is really not that excessive. Within weeks, I was able to take sixty lashings in one session. Yes, those sessions wiped me out and severely bruised my butt. And, yes, I dreaded each and every stroke. But, the beauty was that for several days after my punishment, my soreness would be a constant welcome reminder of the wonderful time that I had spent with my Master. In any case, I later found out that my Master had been regularly "whupped" by his daddy well into his teenage years. As far as my Master was concerned, I was well overdue some good thrashings to knock out my college-educated airs and graces, and learn some real respect. And, of course, he was perfectly correct. For this lesson, I remain grateful to him to this day. ************ The next morning, I called in sick (my first time ever!). I didn't hesitate in the slightest. I desperately wanted to spend more time with my Master. He showed up at 10.15 am. It turned out that he was working on a construction site nearby, and that the crew typically had their breakfast break around 9.30 (having begun work at 6.30 am). So, as I later figured out, he was stopping by my place on his way back to the site. I opened the door to let him in and immediately went on all fours. I had no idea what he had in mind. "Get up and go get a toilet roll," he commanded. I returned moments later and handed him the roll (with my head bowed toward him, my eyes cast downward). "Now, lie down on the stairs," he said, pointing to the short set of stairs leading to my living room. I assumed he was going to beat me. So, I laid face down the stairs, just as he had commanded. I braced my butt to receive a lashing from his belt. But, he had something different - very different - in mind. "Not that way, asshole. Turn over. I'm gonna shit on your face." Christ, I thought. He can't mean this. What about going in small stages? I'm just not ready for this. But, ready or not, I complied. I had no self-will. I knew that. And, as soon as I had settled in position, with my head resting on the last stair before the landing, he stepped over me. Looking up, I saw him unbuckle his belt. Then, with one move, he dropped his pants and shorts, and immediately squatted his ass over my face. No words can describe my ecstasy at being presented with the hottest sight I have ever witnessed. You would literally have to be a toilet to obtain such a wonderful view. My Master's sweaty, hairy balls hung low, just within my sight, and, hovering no more than six inches above my face, was his hairy ass. I immediately fell in love (lust?). I had the most amazing view of his puckered sphincter, and I felt myself craving to reach up and deeply tongue-worship his hole. I had waited a long time for this moment, and I was, frankly, completely in awe of what I beheld. Gruffly, he barked, "Open your mouth," and I instantly complied. And then it happened. Dark brown mush appeared out of his anus, and plopped directly into my mouth. My nostrils filled with the stink of his shit. And I began to gag from the acid taste of his excrement. My eyes started streaming tears and I had to fight the urge to sit up and spit out my Master's shit. And then he really let rip. I closed my eyes as I felt the deluge of his crap land all over my face. My gaping mouth was completely full of his stinking waste, and my nostrils quickly became blocked. I furiously breathed out through my nostrils, to maintain some kind of airflow. My eye sockets were overflowing with his waste. I was effectively blinded by his shit. I was stunned, more than sexually excited. I was not psychologically prepared for this moment. But, he obviously didn't give a damn. My mouth was there for him to shit in. End of story. I could see nothing. But, I did hear him raise himself up and wipe his butt with the toilet paper I had provided. I felt the used tissue land on my arms and chest. And then he stepped over me, and made his way to the front door. "I'll be back at five. And, if there's any stink of this mess, you're in for it. Got it?" I pathetically mumbled my assent as best I could. And then he left, leaving me there on the stairs, a pile of his soft turds covering the whole of my face. I lay there motionless for several minutes, recovering from the extreme shock of it all. I briefly lamented that his shit was not more firm. All my fantasies had centered on devouring hard, knobbly turds. Yet his shit was soft. But, any regrets, such as they were, lasted only momentarily. This was MY MASTER'S SHIT. THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS. And from that day onward, I never passed judgment on the texture of my Master's shit. I am his toilet. And I exist to eat his waste in all its varied forms. NO QUESTIONS ASKED. With that realization, I began to deeply relax. I felt my cock stir as I relished my situation. I had achieved my dream of being a toilet to a very mean and nasty young man. Kick back and enjoy!! I began munching on the shit in my mouth as I masturbated. As I came closer and closer to climaxing, I started swallowing my Master's stinking waste. I felt my stomach object, but I swallowed anyway. The sensation of my Master's crap sliding down my throat was feeding my lust in ways I had never experienced. I simply couldn't stop myself from devouring as much as I could. And then the orgasm hit, and I swear I must have jizzed a good three feet. It was so intense. But, then, just as quickly, my stomach started heaving, and this wave of nausea swept over me. I turned on my side and vomited violently. I felt disgusted. ********** Despite the fact that I subsequently threw up, that orgasm was the most powerful experience of my life. I will never forget the sensation of swallowing my Master's excrement while my sexual energy was in overdrive. I had found my place in life. I felt completely and utterly at one with the whole experience. My addiction to stinking, young male shit became firmly set in place, and remains so to this day. That was also the first, and only time, I ever vomited. I am so glad my Master was not there to see my body reject the precious gift of his shit. Today, I find myself far more "integrated" with the experience of being a full-service toilet to my Master. My body welcomes my Master's waste in all its forms. I have learned what true worship is. I want to return to this journal soon, and describe other key development points in my evolution as a committed pigslave. Worshipping my Master's sweaty, stinking feet. Tongue-cleaning his filthy, stained underwear. Being his spittoon. Eating his snot after he picks his nose. Drinking his rancid piss. The night he drank too heavily on an empty stomach and finished up vomiting directly into my wide-open mouth. The feelings of completely submitting myself to my young Master's will, and the cruel punishments I have received when he has felt in the mood to abuse and torment me. And then, of course, those moments of pure bliss, as when I would swallow his salty, made-in-Heaven cum straight from his throbbing Master dick. But, all those details must wait a while...I really need to go jack off. Even though my Birmingham days are far behind me, I still possess several pairs of my Master's stinking, dirty briefs. With a pair of those over my face. I'll relish sucking on the piss stains and breathing in the raunchy stink of his sweaty crotch. And, then, as always, I'll orgasm as I thrust his skidmarks up into my nostrils and imagine my nose stuck way up into my Master's slimy, stinking butthole. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/how-it-all-began | From: stevepnw@aol.com (StevePNW) Subject: How It All Began (m/m spanking, bondage, JO) Date: 15 Feb 1997 00:37:59 GMT We stand in middle of the living room checking out each other's clothed body. We're both nervous, but the bulges in our pants betray our real feelings. I reach out and start unbuttoning your shirt as you stand motionless. You feel the anticipation and excitement of the unknown. The last shirt button near your jeans is unbuttoned and your cock jumps. You can't wait for an orgasm, but you know you have to remain still as we had previously discussed. You feel your shirt sliding out the top of your jeans as I slowly tug at it. The feel of the air on your bare chest is exhilarating and is heightened as I slip the shirt off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. You tense a little when I walk around behind you and tell you to put your hands behind your back. You notice your nipples are getting hard as you put your hands behind you and you feel me bind them together. I reach around in front of you and give your nipples a pinch. Your breathing gets a little heavier as you enjoy the sensation. Your shoulders are a little tensed up from not knowing what will happen. I tell you to relax as I massage your shoulders to break up the tension. I ask if you are ready. You nod your head indicating that you are even though you're not sure what will happen. You are sure your hard cock is ready for release. I walk around in front of you and grasp the front of your jeans near the top of your zipper. You feel my fingers slide down between your skin and the jeans. I have you follow me as I lead you into one of the back rooms while my hand has a firm grip on your jeans. The excitement of having my hand so close to your cock is almost unbearable. In the room is a futon bed on a wooden frame folded out. You see the two ends of the wooden frame which are just perfect for tying hands and feet to. Your hardon jumps in excitement. I guide you to the futon and have you kneel in front of it while laying your upper torso across it. You now remember that I liked spanking and you wonder what you have gotten yourself into. Your clothed butt seems somewhat vulnerable now. You feel the swat of my hand on your butt. It didn't hurt, but it got your attention as you push forward from the impact. You feel another swat as you notice your cock get more excited about being in this position. As the swats continue, your cock strains for release. I help you to your feet. I reach for the front of your jeans as you notice how much more excited you feel. I unfasten your jeans and slowly move the zipper down. As I slide your jeans down, we both see just how excited you are by the wetness of pre-cum on your briefs. I sit down on the futon as you step out of your jeans. I move you so you are face down across my lap. You feel somewhat embarrassed being across my lap in just your underwear, but yet you find it a big turn on. You feel me swat your butt. It stings a little more this time yet your cock twitches with even more excitement. You feel another swat as your erection rubs against my leg. Another swat lands on your butt. Despite the sting, you and your cock are loving every minute of it. As the spanking continues, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm. Not knowing whether you should talk or not, you manage to mumble that you are getting closer to cumming. The swats suddenly stop. I have you stand up. Your cock is so rigid, you are almost embarrassed being so turned on by the spanking. I reach for the waistband of your briefs with my thumbs and pull them in one swift movement off your hips, down your butt, off your cock as it bobs back into its erect position, and down past your knees to your feet. The air on your shaved cock and balls excites you further, yet you feel somewhat younger and childlike naked in front of me. You sort of wish you had never shaved your privates. You step out of your briefs as I position you back over my lap. You say you are very close to cumming, but you feel the smack of my hand on your bare, exposed butt. It stings more than it did before as you feel your cock slide against my leg. You're not sure how much more you can take. Your butt is burning and your cock is almost ready to erupt. You really want to cum, but you are enjoying the erotic aspects of the spanking too much. Another swat hits your butt. You feel your balls tighten up. Another swat hits your butt. You feel your cock twitch in anticipation of its much needed release. Another swat hits your butt. You know you are almost there. I suddenly have you stand up. You look pleadingly at me. Your cock and balls ache for release, and your butt burns. You ask me to please jerk you off. I smile and tell you not yet as I have you lay on your back on the futon. I tie your hands to the head of the futon. As you strain your head to see if there is anyway for you to get your hands free to jerk yourself off, you feel me tie your feet to the opposite end of the futon. You are helpless and tied, so very close to climaxing, and at my mercy. I slowly run my hand up your leg towards your cock and balls. My hand runs up your smooth balls, up your rigid cock, and stops right at the head as a drop of pre-cum drips out. Your cock twitches. You feel you are so close to cumming and you can't stand it anymore. My hands reach out and pinch your nipples. You arch your back in ecstasy. If only you could reach out and touch your cock. My hands move down your chest, past your stomach, and to your groin. As you feel my hands move around your bare skin, you murmur for me to please get you off. I wrap one hand around your sensitive cock as my other hand cups your smooth balls. As I start pumping your cock and massaging your balls, your breath gets heavier now that your release is near. My pumping gets faster. You feel yourself getting closer and closer. Suddenly, I take my hands away from your pleading cock and balls. You groan as you struggle at your restraints. You'd do anything to be able to finally shoot your load. You feel my hands return to your cock and balls. I start pumping and massaging. You start groaning in ecstasy. You feel you are almost at the point of no return. All you are aware of is the pumping and massaging of your smooth cock and balls. You're getting closer and closer. Your breath is quicker amidst your groans. You arch your back. Suddenly, your cock erupts in a powerful orgasm. It shoots and shoots globs of warm cum on to your writhing body. You feel as if you may pass out as your cock twitches and shoots more and more. Your powerful orgasm finally subsides as your body relaxes on the futon. You feel my hands on your body scooping up your cum. You feel my hands at your mouth as I feed you your warm seed. As you hungrily lap it up, I continue feeding it to you until it is all eaten. I reach down and untie your feet. You look up at me as I untie your hands. Still weak from your incredible orgasm, I help you up as you start to get dressed. We walk back out to the living room and talk for a bit. After a few minutes, you ask me if I am ready. My cock stirs in my jeans as I stand up in middle of the room. I say I am ready as you approach me. It is time for my payback. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/sean-showers-and-spanks-simon.html | Sean Showers and Spanks Simon
They say that fact is often stranger than fiction, and it certainly ensured that the events given in this account have remained a very vivid memory many years after. If you like my tale, and especially if you have your own accounts of younger guys being masters, then please email Simon (Yorkshireman) at mailto:gayyork@yahoo.co.uk Or mailto:simon@gaysimon.co.uk
The Attraction
It was during my second year at University as a mature student that I came dramatically into contact with Sean, and after that occasion my admiration for him became greater. He was twenty when he started at the same Midlands University as me, and the two years he had worked before joining my media course had marked him out as mature in character and in physique. Oh the eighteen-year-old lads were in some ways prettier, but they were mere undeveloped callow youths in comparison to Sean's properly formed manliness. Sean was even slightly ugly, for his already rugged face look a little tired and gave the air of not been looked after, at least when seen in company of those fresh yoofs whose faces didn't look as though they'd ever been out in the rain. I admit now that Sean had stood out for me right away, but I never made any attempt to admit my attraction, or to develop it.
All the way through the first year and well into the second I observed Sean from afar, but without obsession. He knew him to like pranks and be almost as laddish as the 18year olds, but never quite as bad. Indeed I saw a distance between him and these lads who had come straight from school, and I noticed the maturity that distinguished him from them, and also looked to that difference as an opening for me to approach him. The younger lads were always friendly to me but I knew they regarded me as "not one of them", so even if I had wanted closer contact I knew it to be useless. Sometimes I thought Sean would let me be his friend because I felt closer to him than he might feel to the eighteen year olds, but I never acted on that hope.
My contacts with Sean were no more than with any other member of my class, it's just I noticed them more and was more grateful for the times he sat near me, or we worked together in a group or in a pair. Halfway through the course I had allowed Sean to be nothing more than a friendly colleague, and resisted the need to be more because I was afraid of rejection. When the chance came for me to do a turn for Sean, I did it with effort and enthusiasm and tried hard to please him even in the smallest thing. So it was especially painfully to me when I let Sean down by failing to do what I promised him; little did I realise, however, that my psychological pain would become physical too.
The Book
The university library was a depressing place, not only because it was dreary but also because it generally did NOT have the book you wanted. As Easter approached, however, I found standing proudly on the shelf the very text necessary to answer the assignment on Jean Genet. Hastily I got it stamped and marched into my next lecture where I flaunted my skill to everyone. There was a lot of jealousy, and requests to borrow it, but only Sean's request reached my ears, and I promised it to him because we were both answering the same question.
Getting the book may have been easy, but writing the essay was damn hard, and I found myself working late the night before the deadline. In the pandemonium and general chaos at the end of term the promise to Sean became obscured. In any case, even if I had remembered, I would have thought myself too late because the essay deadline had passed. When Sean asked me the next day for that book, I was embarrassed and annoyed at myself for letting him down. I apologised profusely, bought his cup of tea and hoped to be forgiven. He explained that because of special circumstances he had been awarded a one week extension on the essay and so still needed the text. I offered to lend him my notes and give him some photocopies from the text, but he declined both, assured me it didn't matter and gave me a comforting squeeze as we parted.
The Phone
I didn't expect to see Sean again until next term, and as I watched television on the last Friday evening of term I thought only of my journey home on Sunday. The phone rings and surprises me, everyone has already gone home and I really don't expect a call. The bigger surprise is that it is Sean who phones, I didn't think he knew my number. Sean explains how he is staying onto to write the essay and asks if I would bring my notes and photocopies over to him. Well that's a lot of bother to me, but I am still annoyed at myself for letting Sean down, and also I realise this to be another chance for me to do a turn for my would-be friend. I cross town to the dismal concrete hall of residence, tatty, dilapidated, and broken by the many years of student high jinks and disrepair. It is normally a sea of light and too loud portable stereos, but now it is silent and dark like a broken hulk on beached on a flagstone sea. Floor after floor is empty, at least in Sean's block, and the only light I can sea is from his room and from the corridors and stairs of his block. Most of the students will have gone home, but some might be out partying and return later.
I find Sean in his room, hand over the documents and prepare to go back to my video. He asks me to stop for coffee, and I once more go into my 'anxious to please' mode and make for the communal kitchen that serves the ten rooms on his floor. We sit at one of tables that are drawn to the side wall. He talks continuously and with animation and lap this all up, pleased to be noticed by him and grateful for this chance of intellectual intercourse with my would-be friend.
The Table
However, I respect the unknown qualities of him including a certain hardness that I suspect but have never seen. I therefore try to conclude the visit by making more apologies and clumsily asking him if I should do anything to make amends for the Genet text. After some hesitation Sean asks me to move one of the kitchen tables into the centre of the room. It seems an odd request, but I don't need to know why and I do the deed without question. It is only when a book falls off that table and I realise this to be the Genet text that I suspect a more sinister motive. But my worry is confused by a sense of arousal and wonderment, and I can't steal myself away from what might happen. In any case, I try to justify to myself, it gives me a chance to please him again.
Sean asks me to lie on the table and to hold tightly to the sides. I do so with fascination and fear, my bum bent tightly over and bound by the tightened fabric of my trousers. If I felt vulnerable, then I was premature because Sean suddenly unfastened and lowered my trousers. Part of me can't believe what is happening, but lots of other parts of me want to find out, and I lay there almost enthusiastic to discover what is going to happen. I sense Sean behind me, and hear him remove his training shoe. WHAAAM, his dirty, grey, worn and smelly trainer strikes my briefs. Before I could collect my reactions and deal with the pain it happens again and again.
WHAAAM, WHAAAM, WHAAAM ... I begin to deal with what is happening by rationalising it as a punishment for letting someone down, as a way of pleasing Sean, and also I realise that the pain is causing arousal. I am enjoying being at the mercy of Sean, and begin to seek each subsequent stroke with enthusiasm even though they still hurt. Sean must have sensed my tolerance and stops the beating. He grabs hold of my briefs and yanks them down to my ankles, then pulls my shirt up and over my head. I didn't expect this, and the indignity of bending over for a beating is now reinforced by the embarrassment of being naked. He orders me to stay still, and I do so fearing his displeasure and the return of that trainer shoe to my now unshielded ass. As I lay there, clearly visible through the doorway to anyone in the corridor I consider myself to be ridiculous, vulnerable, and that I shall never live this down if anyone does see me. I could get up and leave, but I know I wont because I still want to please Sean, I want to happen whatever is going to, and the fear of being caught in this act just add more thrill.
The Paddle
It seems an age before Sean returns, and when he does so he has clearly replaced his trainer. He checks my position and adjust my buttocks before playing with them and patting them with something hard and flat. My fear increases, whatever is it, and it only when my buttocks are crashed into without control that I recognise the paddle. My fear had actually underestimated the impact, and B-L-A-A-T-T it happens again. Another B-L-A-A-T-T confirms the pain before another demonstrates how unyielding this is going to be. I lose count as another B-L-A-A-T-T blunders into buttocks almost wishing to return to that slippering, and soon the pain is even and broadly spread. Only the last few blows before he stops do I sense some kind of growing tolerance. I gasp less, grimace less and begin to relax, so it is almost a disappointment to me when Sean stops.
Sean tells me to stand up, and in my shyness it was almost automatic of me to let my shirt drop back into place and to pull up my trousers before facing him. Sean was annoyed at my action and said so, and I said that I was sorry and again apologised for the book mixup. He responded by declaring that I needed more punishment, and almost instinctively I turned my back on him dropped my trousers, raised my shirt and spread myself on the formica top. I was almost eager to continue his punishment and after only about four more strokes, he sensed how comfortable I was and stopped the paddling.
The Shower
I stood up again, but this time resisted efforts to redress, though I kept my back to him. He was still displeased, and yet possibly sensed my pleasure at being in more trouble. "You need cooling off, Sean said, and he threw me a towel and an old pair of his shorts. He commanded me to strip and take a cold shower, but to return thoroughly dried and wearing only his skimpy shorts in just four minutes. I took off my clothes in the kitchen and holding across my vitals walked to his room where I left them, and his order I locked the door. Sean told me to take his room key to the top of the stairs and throw it eight floors down the stairwell to the basement. As I did so, we heard voices from the basement and clearly some joyful students were partying down there out of sight.
Before I could consider this, I was reminded of Sean's ticking clock and directed to the shower already running and very cold too. The icy stream shocked and cooled me, but it also took the heat out of my bottom and as it did so I grew warm inside and suddenly comfortable and confident about what might happen next. I even had the courage to be defiant and thus stayed in the shower too long, dried myself only lightly, and then presented myself beshorted well after the clock had run out. Sean was more athletic than me and his shorts were two inches smaller in the waist, and the clung tightly and uncomfortably to my damp flesh as I stood before their owner hoping for his displeasure.
The Finger
Sean can see how damp I am, and with a threat to beat me once for each time his finger finds wetness, he begins to dab at me. My hair is wet, there is dampness in my ears, under my arms, and in my navel and that wet finger is quickly raising the score. From the navel the finger slides slowly down to the waistband of the tight shorts and I gasp as it moves quickly under the waist band and finds much dampness within. I begin to become nervously aroused, this is quite intimate and therefore strange to be; I find myself confused by the fear of pain piling up from the prodding of that finger, the embarrassment of such touching, and the enjoyment of such attention. Before long that finger retraces its way up and out of the top of the shorts, before moving up my legs. The leg openings of these shorts offer no resistance to the test for damp, and also yield a big boost to the score. Arousal is evident and it is a relief to be asked to turn around and bend over for a rear examination. The shorts are quickly lost, and I lie motionless on the table whilst the finger finds every last drop of moisture in the crack between my buttocks, and then deep within my ass hole. This is joyful and I try my best to give Sean the best possible position and to encourage his efforts as much as possible. Arousal is total, and with it I have abandoned all sense of shame and decency. When I am asked to stand up, I do so making no attempt to cover myself up, and even though it is both the first time Sean has seen my full frontal nude, or that anyone has seen my erection, I have no wish to deny him these views.
The command to resume the position bent over the table is received with delight in my state of joy and high sexual arousal. I have no hesitation in grasping the far end of the formica, and splitting my buttocks to give maximum exposure to his weapon. I am even eager to begin bouncing that bashing bat off my burning buttocks, and the wait seems eternal. I almost give up hope, beginning to believe that Sean has played a final trick on me to leave me totally exposed and clearly ridiculous for anyone to see. I could get up and leave, but my clothes are locked in his room. At that moment I hear footsteps down the corridor, and rapidly consider the need to run from the view of strangers. But arousal has toned down these fears to such an extent that I would probably enjoy being found out by others, and in any case the footsteps are too near for escape to have any point. I really don't care at this point, and then I began to recognise the footsteps and to realise that Sean has returned.
The Rod
Unknown to me, Sean has gone downstairs amongst the voices to retrieve his room key and to obtain his next weapon. When it first tapped and prodded my flesh I new its harness was different from the paddle, and that it was very much thinner and longer. As its end stroked and traced the insides of my legs, and then explored between my buttocks and toyed with my genitalia, I knew that a cane had been found. This was a new terror, and I both longed for it to begin so that I could have the experience and find ways to deal with it, and dreaded that first blow. The playing continued, friendly swats lightly kissed the cheeks and I listening as menacing whooshes whistled through the air but ended in aborted strokes. Finally a thunderous T-H-W-A-C-K tore into my now trembling buttocks as the timber torture tore inwards.
This was new, this was going to tenderise my bum to jelly. But the second T-H-W-A-C-K made known its presence as the third started its journey forward. Mostly the strokes were wider spaced and uneven, with false strokes whooshing in the air to keep the sense of terror high. Those eight strokes took a long time to come, but there was never any element of having a breather or being able to relax for the terror was unremitting throughout. So I was glad when it stopped, and stood up only slowly assisted by Sean. His face showed real concern, and he thought that he had gone too far, but even though I sobbed as I talked to him, I tried to assure him that it was all okay.
Maybe I was too good at this, and gave away my eagerness to be at his mercy, because he suddenly said that I should resume my position and receive more. I did not hesitate, and very quickly I discovered his role of master was now much more confident and competent and his rod rained into my rump repeatedly. That wasn't the only change, however, because I was also finding the pain more bearable and I began to rekindle a sense of pleasure that I realised had been present in the previous beatings. We were now at one with each other, joined in a task we both wanted, and we could continue all night. Sean did stop, about a dozen blows later, simply because exhaustion had overcome him both emotionally and physically. His face shone with fresh sweat, and damp patches marked his tea shirt to prove his exertion. Without asking, and almost without me realising it, I was removing his hot clothing and without speaking we walked naked to the shower room where we cuddled silently under the warm current of spray. Too drained even to dry ourselves we laid together on the easy chairs in the communal seating area and let the central heating radiator warm away our wetness. We calmed ourselves and relaxed, both enjoying the moment and needing only to make a few noises to each other in communication; words but hardly conversation.
The Key
Only the increase in the volume of chatter from the stairwell broke into our peace, and soon we both realised that footsteps were coming our way. Sean became anxious and I knew that I had to get us hidden, my own nudity I could live down, but our joint nudity would mean big trouble for us both. So we stalked around the floor always keeping just out of sight from the visitors to our floor, and wishing that we could have slipped quietly into Sean's room. Our visitors must have heard our sessions and come to see, but they quickly gave up, used our toilet, peed in our shower, and returned downstairs. I knew we must not risk being caught again, so I volunteered to go downstairs and get the room key. Part of me knew that I could have wrapped a towel around me, or even borrowed some of the clothes that Sean had been wearing, but the winning part of me wanted the excitement of maybe being discovered naked. Still partly erect I descended the stairs without shame and bent my self down to the ground trying to spot the key and almost hoping someone would come up behind me. Nobody came, and the key was not to be found because Sean had already collected it without telling me.
As I climbed back up the stairs I realised that Sean must have got the key already, and at the same time I realised that he was still toying with me by letting me go down for it. So as I opened his bedroom door I was excited and anticipated more to happen. In the half light given by the pouring of corridor fluorescent lamps into a dark room, I saw Sean lying naked face down on his bed. I noticed for the first time the creamy pinkness of his fit body and pertness of his delicious buttocks, much better than I ever could have imagined though I still denied to myself that I had ever consciously speculated on his body. In his hand I saw clutched the belt from my trousers, and as I turned to close the door and enter that room, I wondered with the most extreme excitement as to what might happen next. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/boys-crime-and-punishment/boys-crime-and-punishment-4 | Date: Mon, 13 Sep 1999 00:16:09 CST
From: Ross Boy <ross_boy79@hotmail.com>
Subject: A boys crime and punishment - 4
This story contains descriptions of sex between teenaged boys and is
fictional. If this offends you or you are not allowed to read this type of
material do not continue.
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A boys crime and punishment Part IV
Josh and I quickly pulled on our pants and headed for his car, running and
trying to pull on our shirts at the same time. We almost tripped several
times and laughed at each other as we stumbled, and then regained our
balance. It turned into a race and we both ran as hard as we could to the
carpark. Josh with his slightly longer legs got there before me and
grinned wildly with his flushed cheeks, pleased with his victory.
"Hey suck, I bet I could beat you all night."
"Ha! You may run fast, but I am sure there are other things that I could do
better. Wanna find out?"
"I'll lead the way."
We got into Josh's car, and he pulled away fast, quickly shifting through
the gears and in an obvious hurry. I glanced down at his crotch, and I
could see his hard shaft stretching his pants. Remembering what he had
done the night before, I moved to return the favour. As I reached my hand
across he slapped it away.
"Hey, don't get so greedy, you can play when we get back to my house."
Like a child denied candy, I pretended to sulk, and pouted my lips.
With Josh driving so hard, it was only a few minutes until we reached his
house. He roared into the driveway and jumped out laughing and ran to the
house, still wanting to race. I went in pursuit and we pushed each other
as we scrambled through the door. Josh pushed the door shut with his foot
and grabbed me in a hug and planted his lips onto mine.
We both stopped laughing and began exploring each other with our tongues.
Josh pushed his far into my mouth, and I massaged it with my own. He ran
his tongue softly over my lips, and then I pushed mine tongue into his
waiting mouth. We then withdrew and lightly caressed our flushed lips. I
opened my eyes slightly to see a smile spread across Josh's face, then I
felt my legs give way and I was on my back.
Stunned I looked up to see Josh heading up the stairs looking back laughing
at me. I pulled myself up and went in search of revenge. I darted up the
stairs and just saw Josh sneak into a room at the end of the hall. When I
got there I saw him standing there, with his shirt and shoes removed. I
stood there, slightly off guard, and mesmerised by his smooth, tanned body.
His nipples were already dark and erect, and his free cock was pushing with
all its might against the fabric of his pants.
Josh spoke in a deliberate husky voice, "Hey there bud, I seem to remember
one of us owes the other a favour."
"Oh yeah, what do I owe ya?"
"Well, lets see. I have been wanting to have your lips around my hard cock
since last night. And after today's little excitement, it is screaming for
some attention. And since it missed out last night, I think you better
hurry and get over here and give it some."
This new demeanour that had swept over Josh surprised me. He was no longer
gentle, but ravenous and confident. I was completely taken in and excited.
So much that my cock was hurting as it pulsed with blood forcing it to
expand to its greatest hardness I could remember.
I walked over to where he was standing and grabbed him by the waist and
pulled him to me. I bent over and sucked on his hard nipple, and used my
teeth the nibble and gently bite them. I heard Josh suck air through his
teeth as I did this. I felt his hands on my shoulders, and his fingers dig
in as I used my teeth. I went to work on his other nipple, and I then
worked my way down his slim body.
I licked from his nipple down to his torso, and explored his belly button.
It was lightly covered in fine brown hairs. I followed the thin trail
further down and came into contact with the waist of his pants. I moved my
hands around and popped the button, and pulled down his zipper. Josh's
cock had been pressed up to the left, and as I released his pants it sprung
out sending pre-cum flying across my face.
I sent my tongue out to lick up as much as I could and was rewarded with a
large amount of his sweet nectar. I looked up at Josh who was staring down
at me in fascination. With his pants down around his ankles I could smell
the musky scent of his groin. The smell of sweat, pre-cum and sex was
overpowering. I closed my eyes and pushed my face beneath his tight
hugging ball-sac and sniffed and sucked on the gritty crutch. As I ran my
tongue from the base of his balls, up and around to his dark pubic mound,
and back down towards his puckered hole, I could feel Josh tense and
quiver.
"Ross, I thought I told you to do something, and you are not doing it. I
want you to suck on my dick. I will let you have free time later."
I had left his balls, pubes, and crutch soaked with saliva in my desire for
his scent. I pulled myself back to survey my new lover. He body was hard,
and his face was filled with frustration and a desperate desire to release
sexual tension built up over two days. His chest was rising up and down
with each deep breath.
I ran my fingers through his curly dark pubes and used my thumbs to press
against his balls and the base of his shaft. His dick flexed in
anticipation, and pre-cum oozed out of his head. I held my mouth open to
catch it as it dripped from his wide slit. The clear juice was sweet
tasting, and nothing like what I had experienced earlier in the afternoon.
I had been waiting a long time to go to work on this beautiful guys dick,
and I wanted to do everything right. But desire took me over as well, and
I parted my lips and brought the dark coloured head of his cock between
them. I held it there and swirled my tongue around the head, and pushed
into his slit in search of more sweet juice. I grabbed his shaft with my
left hand squeezing and tugging. My right hand went to massage his small
tight balls, which were cool to the touch.
I pulled my lips back and opened my mouth wider in preparation for my
assault. Josh's eyes were wide open, eagerly awaiting. I dove my mouth
onto his slender pole and took it to the base. After Tim's large cock in
the gym, this was a little easier. I sucked as hard as I could, and rubbed
my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. I worked my way up the to the
head, and back down to his dark hairs. I squeezed my lips tight, and lubed
up his cock with my saliva and his juices.
Josh ran his fingers through my hair, and pulled my head back down each
time I pulled up to the tip of his dick. I let him control the pace, and
he was not shy about it. He grabbed my head firmly with both hands and
hauled on and off his desperate cock. He started thrusting his hips,
forcing his cock into my mouth and throat. His breathing was erratic, and
so were his thrusts. He went fast, then he would hold it for a moment, and
then go hard again.
My hands had now worked themselves to his hard bubble butt. I loved the
way they flexed as he rammed his tool into my gapping mouth. I pulled his
cheeks apart, and then pushed them together, kneading his plush ass between
each thrust.
Josh was now grunting, and pushing up on his toes with each shove of his
cock. I was almost gagging as his cock-head forced its way into my throat.
But I wanted to please him as much as I could, so I just tried to focus on
his thick cream that was to come. I was now obsessed with finding out what
he would taste like. I wanted Josh to shoot his load into my mouth, so
that I could savour it and bathe my tongue in it. I wanted to wash away
the taste of Tim with Josh's thick cum.
My battered mouth and throat was sore, but I could feel Josh's tool harden
further, and he was thrusting faster and harder. His bum was between
states of hard, and really hard. He was panting, and had his eyes firmly
shut. Then he went quiet, and was holding his breath. I knew he was about
to cum. His grip on my head became tighter, and he pulled me down hard
with my nose buried deep into his bush. His cock pulsed once, twice, and on
the third my throat was splashed with his thick, tangy load. He pulled
back and more landed on my tongue, and then he shoved it back down and more
went down my throat. Again he pulled back and his cock was free of my
mouth and shots went all over my face. A big rope hung from my forehead
past my eyes to my jaw line. I wanted to taste more of it so I jumped back
onto his cock with my mouth. More and more he shot, thrusted and grunted.
He must have spurted 15 times!
Then he brought me back down on his cock one more time, and held me there.
His body was tense all over, but he simply held me there. I could no
longer feel him shooting strong, but some was still leaking out of his now
shrinking penis. His grip loosened, and relief now came over me for the
first time in what must have been 20 long minutes of rampant horny assault.
And perhaps the best 20 minutes I had experienced in my life till then.
Josh let go of me and fell, collapsing to his knees. He opened his big
brown eyes and looked into mine. We both smiled, and he giggled. He was
now back to his shy self, having been freed of his horny, desperate double.
He lent forward and rested his head on my shoulder. I whispered into his
ear,
"Did you enjoy that?"
Josh softly spoke,
"that was great. But you know what?"
"I don't know, what?"
"I bet I could do it better."
"I laughed and gently pushed him back. Oh yeah, you think you can suck my
dick better than that?"
"I'm sure I could. Do you want me to prove it?"
"Damn sure I want you to prove it. Right now in fact."
Josh half grinned, and said,
"Fine. Take you clothes off and stand over by the window."
I shuckled my shirt and pants, and did as ordered and stood by the window
closing the curtains at the same time. Josh stood in front of me, and ran
his eyes over the length of my body. My cock stood out hard and proud. A
string of pre-cum was hanging from my head, and Josh chuckled when he saw
it. He then said,
"Run your fingers through it and hold it up."
I did as he ordered, using my left index finger to scoop up my own clear
juice and held it up. Josh came forward and sucked my fluid, and my
finger. I imagined it was my cock that his lips were around and a shiver
ran up my spine. I closed my eyes for what I thought was a second, only to
find the room empty when I opened them. Stunned at first I poked my head
out of the room and looked up and down the corridor. I yelled out to Josh,
and only heard his familiar laugh. I went in pursuit, my hard cock
bouncing as I ran down the hall, and quickly stepped down the stairs.
"In here stud. Follow the sound of my voice. Just like Pied Piper."
I wanted to get back at him for this, but I was also in a bad way with my
cock hard up against my body, desperate for attention from Josh.
I found him in the study, playing on the computer. I thought to myself how
sexy he looked, sitting there nude typing away. I came around behind him
to see what he was doing. I stood behind him so that my rested my cock on
his shoulder. His head turned to see what it was, and after seeing it he
gently blew on it. The soft breath caused it to jerk and more pre-cum
flowed out of my slit onto his shoulder and ran down his chest. Josh
momentarily stopped what he was doing to attend to the clear fluid racing
down his body. He ran his fingers through it and rubbed it over his
nipples, then licked his fingers clean.
I looked at the screen and saw that he was at Tom's web page.
"I figured since we were on video, we should at least see how good we were.
And besides, it might be a little exciting."
I was beginning to like this guy even more. He was obviously making the
best of a bad situation. I too had been curious to find out what we looked
like, but had never thought about checking it out. Josh went through some
pages and found a small link at the bottom of a page simply titled RJ.
Josh clicked on it and a new window appeared, which showed us standing
there in our underwear. My eyes focused on our hardening cocks that were
stretched across our groins. Th show began and we kissing and grabbing at
each other.
As this was happening, Josh moved his head and rubbed his cheek against my
cock. The sensation drove me crazy and my slime was now across his face.
Josh stood up from his chair - his cock had recovered and was hard again.
He pushed the chair out from the desk.
"sit down and watch the show."
I did as ordered and sat in the black leather seat, which had been warmed
by Josh's cute bum. I leant back in the chair while my eyes focused on our
recorded first sexual act. My hands gripped the arms of the chair and I
could feel my sweat dripping from my thighs onto the soft leather of the
chair. I moved them slightly and it made a squelching noise. Josh and I
both laughed. He then said,
"I hope you won't be making any of those noises yourself."
I could feel myself blush heavily as he said that. But he surprised me
when he stood in front of me, and went down on his knees. He looked up at
me and said,
"Don't mind me, just keep watching the show."
With that his mouth fell into my groin, and he sucked on my tight, smooth
balls. I jumped in my seat, and like Josh before me, sucked in air through
my teeth as I tried to adjust to the new powerful, ticklish sensation of
his hot tongue. He slobbered on my balls, and licked between them and my
thighs. He must be enjoying my smell as much as I enjoyed his. My fingers
were digging into the leather arm rests as his tongue went back to my
balls.
This was incredible. Here I was sitting naked in his families' study, while
he was on his knees naked, with his face buried in my lap, while on his
computer a video was playing of us doing exactly the same thing. This was
the most erotic and exciting experience of my life!
Josh's hands roamed up my body, and found my nipples. They were hard and
erect, and he pinched them. I let out a small yelp of pain, but this only
made him pinch harder. He then ran his hand back down my sides, which
tickled me even more, causing me to lightly giggle. This was some kind of
pleasant torture. My cock would not stop flexing, and was so stretched so
hard that it was stabbing me in the stomach. Josh's hands were now
pressing my thighs. He then brought them to my deep red shaft, gripping it
with both hands. He tightened his grip and pulled my cock down towards his
mouth. It hurt as he did this, but I did not protest, only moving my body
to relieve some of the pain. His tongue darted out from his mouth to swipe
across my narrow, crimson, cock-head. I released a sigh at the incredible
sensation.
"Would you like me to suck on your hard cock, and take it down my throat?"
"Oh yes Josh, please, just do it. Suck on it!"
Without further adieu he removed the top hand and replaced it with his
warm, moist mouth. He slowly worked his way up and down my cock while his
bottom hand slowly jerked the remainder of my shaft. I could not help but
wiggle in the chair, and made more squelching noises. This was distracting
and embarrassing so I tried as hard as I could to sit still, but every now
and then I would let loose it.
Josh's free hand went beneath my ball-sac and rubbed the area between my
hole and sac. This combined with the work of his hand and mouth on my
pulsing cock was quickly sending me towards orgasm. My hips started
bucking uncontrollably, and at this time I couldn't care less whether I was
squelching or not!
I tried to hold off as long as I could. I wanted to make this last as long
as I could. I opened my eyes to see what we were doing on screen, only to
find that we had already finished. I moved my hands from the arm rests, to
Josh's head. I ran my fingers through his soft brown hair, and then forced
him down hard on my pole.
My cock was now so stiff that Josh had no choice but to let it stand up
straight, and he had moved himself so that he could go up and down on it
easier. I could feel his spit dripping from my cock, over my balls and
onto the chair. His hands were rubbing my exposed shaft, while the other
grabbed on my balls, or went up my body to pinch on my nipples.
I could no longer hold back and cum flooded from me, spurting our of my
cock-head with suck force that Josh gagged. He tried to pull away but my
hands held him firm. My hips bucked off the seat to the back of his mouth.
After three or four blasts Josh regained his composure and was swallowing
as much of my jism as possible. But he couldn't get it all and some
dribbled between his lips down my shaft and into my pubes.
He then pulled my shaft from his orifice and continued to jerk on my
shooting dick. He was pulling on it hard and fast and as he did this cum
flew everywhere. Over his face, my thigh's, up my body. I even felt some
land on my face! I was cuming so hard I thought my cock would blast off.
I finally stopped blasting and enjoyed the last moments of my orgasm as
Josh now slowly milked my cock of the last remnants of my thick, hot, boy
juice. I was trying to catch my breath, and looked down at Josh, face
covered in my jism, just I had been earlier. I managed to pull him away
from my limp dick and brought him to my face. We looked at each other, and
nothing could wipe the smile from our faces.
He lent forward to lick my cum off my face.
"Hmm, gotta get me more of that stuff real soon."
Following his lead I lent forward and stuck out my tongue to clean his
face. I didn't know what to expect, but I was curious to taste my own cum
from his youthful face. I licked it up and swirled it around my mouth. It
was similar to Josh's, but somehow it didn't turn me on as much.
Josh joined me on the chair and rested his head on my cum covered chest,
but it didn't seem to care, despite it getting into his hair. We sat there
for maybe five minutes when he said,
"come on, lets go back up stairs and get cleaned up. I have a few more
ideas left up my sleeve.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bound-to-cum/bound-to-cum-1-3 | From: authoruk@bigfoot.com Subject: NEW STORY "Bound To Cum" (t/t)(Bond) Date: Tue, 20 Jan 1998 02:55:02 GMT Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com If you have any comments or feedback on this story please feel free to e-mail me at authoruk@bigfoot.com . Any stories I write will only be posted to the ASSGM news group so if you see them anywhere else, apart from the Nifty Archive, please let me know as they will have been posted without my permission. Suggestions for possible story topics also welcome. "Bound To Cum" "Don't move or you're dead" As he heard the words he felt something press into his back. "Shit", thought Andy, " captured again". He lifted his hands resignedly and turned to face Craig, his 14 year old friend, standing in mock combat gear, his plastic rifle pointing at Andy. Craig 'glared' at him. "Right, you're my prisoner", he snapped. "Go over to that tree". As he spoke he gestured with his rifle towards a tall oak tree on the left of the clearing where he had 'captured' his friend. The two boys walked towards it, Craig walking behind Andy, his rifle still in the alert position. When they reached the tree Andy was ordered to stand with his back against the trunk and then Craig, shucking the rucksack from his back, opened it and removed a coil of rope. As Andy stood against the tree he could feel the rope fastening his hands behind the tree and then, when Craig was sure they were fixed firmly proceeded to do the same to his friends' legs until Andy was fixed firmly to the tree. Once he was satisfied with his knots, Craig walked around the tree until he was facing the bound boy. "You are now my prisoner", he declared triumphantly, "and if you don't give me the information I want you will be tortured until you beg for mercy." "I'll never talk", Andy replied, maintaining his character of the tough, war bitten soldier. Craig started to speak again then his eyes flicked past Andy to a point behind the tree. "Ohhh Shit", he yelped. Before his friend had a chance to ask what was wrong Craig turned and started running towards the clearing, twice looking over his shoulder at 'something' behind Andy, as he went. Of course Andy was unable to follow, being tied to the tree so all he could do was watch Craig's back as it moved further and further away. He wasn't sure whether his friend was just pissing about or had really seen something alarming but even as he was considering this he heard the sound of several footsteps coming from behind. "Well look what's here", came an amused voice. Andy groaned silently, recognising the speaker as Chris Serle. Chris attended the same school but was a couple of years older and, with his friends, took great pleasure in bullying the smaller kids. Until now Andy had managed to keep out of his way but this time he hadn't being so lucky. Movement caught his eye and he stared apprehensively as Chris came into view. He was accompanied by three of his "gang", Paul Hatton, Hilt (Hilton) Ingram and Chris Watkins. Serle was already almost 6' tall, slim but muscular with light brown hair and at present had a rather unpleasant grin on his face. His cronies were slightly shorter but no less menacing. Paul Hatton was stockier, his stern faced topped by a shock of curly, dark brown hair, Ingram was of similar build and hair colour but his was straight and Watkins was slimmer with longer, slightly greasy, black hair. The four of them stood staring at the bound boy and Andy had little choice but to stare back as the ropes allowed him little movement. Chris Serle smiled at him but it was not a very nice smile, more a "you've had it now mate" kind of smile and Andy swallowed apprehensively. The bigger boy stepped forward until he was standing directly in front of Andy and then, without any warning, thrust a hand between the boys legs and grabbed his balls. Andy grasped as little shafts of pain rose up his body from his squeezed bollocks. Even though his tormentor wasn't gripping him all that tightly is was certainly enough to hurt. "Well he's got something there", Serle announced to the others as he continued squeezing Andy's balls through his jeans. "Anything much else there?", Ingram asked and Serle moved his hand up the jeans until his palm was pressing down on the crotch, his fingers digging into Andy's scrotum. "I think he's got a dick there but it's hard to tell as it's so small I can't tell through his jeans", Serle replied. Watkins laughed. "Better take them down then so we can check properly". "Just let me go", shouted Andy now feeling pretty frightened at the situation he was in but soon shut up as the fingers pressed harder against his balls. "You don't give me orders", Serle told him, prodding his testicles each time he said a word. Andy just looked at the bigger boy resignedly, knowing there was sod all he could do to stop his and his mates doing whatever they wanted. He felt the weight on his crotch lift as the hand moved upwards until it was fumbling with the boys belt. As the two ends of the belt dropped and hung limply Andy could feel the clip of his jeans being undone and felt the pressure around his waist lessen as the top of his jeans sprung apart. Next he heard the sound of his zip being pulled down and he knew that the crotch of his jeans was opening. Letting go of the zip Serle took a step back so the four of them could look at the tied up boy properly and they stared down at Andy's crotch where now could be seen the white cotton of his jockeys in the centre of the now wide open fly of the jeans. Serle stepped forward again and rubbed a finger over the material until he came into contact with the soft, fleshy lump beneath them "At least he's got one", he sniggered, as he added another finger to the exploration. Andy felt his dick being gently squeezed where it was lying, limp, under his briefs. Serle continued with this movement for a few seconds and then grasped the boy's jeans and pulled them down until they were resting around his bound ankles. Grabbing hold of the jockeys he repeated the movement and Andy felt the cool air against his now naked crotch as his underpants joined his jeans. The others crowded around, almost eagerly and looked at the flaccid, 4 inch cock that was now revealed. Beneath was a nicely proportioned ball sack and above it was just a trace of wispy hair. Chris Watkins reached out his hand and prodded the soft cock experimentally and was rewarded by a slight tightening under his fingers. Tied to the tree Andy also felt it and realised that despite what was happening his dick was starting to get hard. He shut his eyes as he felt fingers squeezing gently causing his shaft to stiffen more and more until he knew it was sticking straight out from his body. Realising he could do nothing to stop the hard on he let his eyelids flicker apart and saw that the four boys were staring down between his legs and all of them were slowly rubbing their own crotches. "Ever sucked cock you little turd?", Serle snapped at him. "Course not", Andy replied almost defiantly. "Only faggots do stuff like that. It's gross." "Looks like you're about to become a faggot then", came a snickering reply. Before these last words had sunk in properly the boys moved around the tree and Andy felt the rope being untied but his relief was short lived as he felt the clothing around his ankles pulled off and at the same time his T-Shirt was removed. Then, naked, he was forced downwards until he was kneeling, his back still against the rough tree trunk, and his hands and feet tied up again. It wasn't the most comfortable position, Andy thought, in a masterpiece of understatement, as his shoulders ached a little from the position of his arms and the tree bark was pressing into his bare back. The only good think about it was his erection had deflated a bit so his dick was now at a "half mast" position. From his new viewpoint he watched as the four bullies re-assumed their positions in front of him and then, in front of the horrified boy's eyes, started removing their T-Shirts. Andy noticed that none of the boys yet had any chest hair but all were pretty well proportioned. Now there were four pairs of hands undoing four pairs of blue jeans which each soon slipped down the legs of their respective owners until they lay on the ground in four, crumpled, blue piles. The boys now stood in front of their captive wearing only their undergarments and Andy noticed that whilst Serle and Ingram wore jockeys, Watkins and Hatton favoured boxer shorts, one pair plain blue and the other patterned. All had noticeable bulges in the crotch area but with the two jockey wearers their cocks were clearly defined under the thin material and, to Andy, looked pretty big. He didn't have long to wait as all four took hold of their final garment and slipped them off so they were facing Andy, bollock naked, stiff dicks pointing towards him. Apart from his own, he'd never seen another boy with a hard on and so he couldn't help examining each of the rigid shafts. Serle and Ingram had the biggest pricks, about 6" long but there the similarity ended. Serle was uncircumcised and his foreskin was slightly pulled away from the end revealing half an inch of spongy, purplish, glistening dick head, the slightly opened piss slit staring unblinkingly at the captive boy. Ingram was cut and his dick was also thicker than Serle's. The head was also pinker and dry although as Andy looked he saw a small drop of clear liquid ooze from the slit at the top. Watkins and Hatton were less endowed by maybe half an inch and like the other two, one was circumcised and one wasn't. Watkins already had a hand on his shaft and as he moved it up and down his foreskin slid back and forth over his shiny cock head. Like Ingram, Hatton's cut cock was surrounded by a thick bush of curly black hair and his ballsack hung loosely between his legs. As he was looking at the four dicks Andy felt his own reversing its downward movement and start stiffening again but he guessed it just something that happened when you were faced with four boners. Chris Serle had been watching as Andy got stiff again and his own cock throbbed in anticipation of what was to come. He walked over until he was standing directly in front of the hog-tied boy so that his stiff organ was only an inch or so away from his face. "Right listen, you little faggot-to-be", he snarled. "You are going to suck my dick. In fact you're going to suck all our dicks. If you don't do a good job you'll get a beating, if you hurt us with your teeth you'll get a beating, if you tell anyone you'll get a beating. In fact if you do anything wrong you'll get a beating. Understand?" By the time Serle had finished speaking Andy was feeling pretty scared. Having his dick touched hadn't been too bad, he could handle that, but now these bastards were going to stick their filthy cocks into his mouth. For a moment he seriously considered taking the beating instead but only for a moment as his fear of pain cut in making the sucking the better of two crappy options. "I understand", he whispered, his eyes focussed on the hard, twitching cock in front of him. Serle started pushing forward and the head of his cock moved closer to Andy's lips. The boy hesitated for a second and then ever so slowly pushed his tongue towards the head of the jutting organ. As the two finally made contact the unfamiliar taste of boy cock hit his senses. It was hard to describe, slightly acrid and musky with just a hint of something else. As he realised that it wasn't as bad he had imagined, Andy started licking further around the spongy flesh. Serle clenched his hands as the tongue slid over the end of his cock, getting more adventurous as time passed and already he could feel his balls tightening, the thought of an unwilling boy licking his dick making him light-headed, feelings that intensified as the Andy flicked over his sensitive foreskin. Now he'd got used to the idea Andy was finding that the cock sucking wasn't really that bad. Sure sucking someone's dick was gross but it didn't taste as horrible as he'd expected and was certainly better that getting beaten up. He decided he'd better start doing more than just licking before his captors got annoyed so, opening his mouth he slid it right over the head of Serle's hard, warm cock. As the boner started filling his mouth he clamped his lips around it and continued swashing his tongue over the tip. He felt a small amount of some liquid seeping from the piss slit and licked it, finding it Ok. By now Serle was getting really worked up as Adam worked on his dick and his three cronies standing there stroking their own cocks wasn't helping. He knew he wouldn't last much longer and so he grabbed Adam's head and pulled it towards him, forcing his meat further into the warm, wet mouth. Adam almost gagged as the cock head reached his throat but he managed to avoid that by concentrating on sucking and salivating the now throbbing cock. He heard Serle groan, felt the dick in his mouth start jumping and then as his mouth started filling with hot, thick liquid he realised that the youth was cumming in his mouth. He instinctively swallowed the creamy juice to make room for the next dollops spurting from Serle's pulsating prick. It wasn't long before the spurts changed to a trickle and as he felt the penis in his mouth start to soften slightly his head was released and Serle stepped back a few paces, his forehead shining with sweat. Andy swallowed the last of the cum in his mouth and realised that his own dick was feeling really tight but before he could dwell on this a hard, thick, cut cock came into view as Hatton took Serle's place. Andy sighed, quietly, and leant forward to start on his next sucking task. This time it was different as Hatton's cock was drier as he had no foreskin to lubricate his head but this was compensated by the traces of sticky cum mixed with saliva still in Andy's mouth. The boy was finding the differences in this cock quite interesting and noticed that even Hatton's crotch had a different smell to it, different but still, surprisingly, rather exciting. Andy traced over the taut shaft with his lips, his tongue laving the cock head and pressing into the little slit at the end. Because Hatton had been rubbing himself whilst watching Serle get his rocks off it didn't take him nearly as long to climax and so shortly afterward Andy felt another dick throbbing and a second dose of similar tasting spunk jetted into his mouth. He swallowed furiously as Hatton pumped in and out of his mouth, causing one jet to catch Adam's lips and slide slowly down his chin. By this stage the other two had worked themselves up into such a state of lust that neither could wait any longer and so as soon as Hatton stepped back they both dove forward simultaneously until Adam had yet another new experience as two stiff dicks both tried to enter his cum sticky mouth together. The boy knew that he'd never get both in so, taking the initiative he caught hold of one cock in each hand and, holding them tightly, started running his tongue over the cock heads one after another. Sometimes he would slide his tongue between the two pulsing boners so he was licking the sides of both pricks at once and at the same time he moved his hands up and down jerking off the two panting youths. The amazing sensations in their dicks was heating the two up even more and until they each had an arm around the other tightly causing their naked sides to press together. The feelings in their groins were intensified now and then as their cock heads rubbed against each other and both dug their fingernails into the other as they felt their climaxes approaching. Adam was quite into the whole thing now, his build up of sexual excitement had reached such a stage that any thoughts of it being gross or disgusting to suck another persons cock had disappeared and he licked the shafts vigorously, still wanking the two boys as he did. As he felt the now familiar movements starting in the two swollen cocks he opened his mouth in preparation for what was about to happen and this time was able to watch as the two boy's dicks started to disgorge their creamy loads. As Adam saw the first jets of white fluid leave the piss slits and travel the short distance to his waiting mouth he felt his own dick throbbing and to his amazement, as more hot salty, cream spattered his face, he felt his own cum boiling up from his balls, leaving his painfully tight prick and looping to the ground. His massive climax was continuing and he pressed his face against the two dicks and licked the sticky cock heads, still spitting their final globules of spunk against him. Finally all three were satiated and Adam slumped back against the tree. The other boys stood looking, their gradually limpening dicks shining with a mixture of saliva and spunk. "Quick, he's over here", came a voice from the trees in the distance and Adam recognised his friend Craig's voice. At the sound the four naked boys jumped as if electrified and with muttered oaths grabbed their clothes from the ground and started running back from where they had first appeared. Adam just lay back against the tree, totally exhausted, and waited for whoever Craig had got to help to arrive. Then the realisation of his situation dawned on him. "Oh, fuck", he thought. "They'll see me like this and know what I did. Oh Shit" He detected movement and fearfully lifted his head only to gasp in surprise when, instead of a group of people, he just saw Craig running towards him. When he reached his friend Craig stood, staring in horror at his friend, sitting, tied to the tree, dribbles of cum over his face and chest and other white clusters on the ground near his semi-limp dick. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry I ran away, man, but I was so scared", Craig whispered, tears forming in the corner of his eyes. "It's OK", Andy reassured him. "It wasn't that bad, really. Just help me get untied". His friend complied with this request and gently untied the knotted rope until it dropped to the ground. He helped Andy to his feet and as he looked at his cum covered friend he was surprised to feel his groin tighten. "What did they do?", he asked as Andy started collecting his clothing, wiping the spunk from his body with his jockeys before putting them on. Andy looked up. "I'll tell you all about it later", he promised. "And, I'll tell you something else. Somehow I'm gonna get those creeps back. I think they should find out what it's like to suck dick, and worse!" Bound To Cum (2) When the doorbell sounded it's strident ring, the following morning, Andy ran downstairs from his room to answer it. He guessed it was Craig and as he opened the door he saw he was right. His friend walked in and, after closing the door, Andy ran back up to his room closely followed by Craig. Because Andy hadn't had time yesterday to explain what the four boys had "made" him do he'd had to promise to give Craig all the gory details now, so as the two of them entered Andy's bedroom, closing the door behind them, he saw the other boy staring at him expectantly. "O.K., tell me what happened." Craig said, then, as he saw a hint of hesitation appearing, "Oh come on. You promised". Andy relented and shrugged. "Yeah, all right. Better get comfy 'cos it might take some time. The two of them flung themselves onto Andy's bed. Andy leant on his right side so he could look at his friend who was lying on his back, hands behind his head, and once they were both settled he began to relate the events of the previous afternoon. Craig listened intently as the details unfolded, flicking surreptitious glances at the other boy every now and then. As he spoke and remembered what had happened Andy realised, to his surprise, that he was actually enjoying telling his friend about it and was even getting hard. Unknown to Andy similar things were happening to the other boy. Although he had started out expecting to be shocked and horrified by what his poor friend had endured, Craig was, instead, fascinated and when he heard about Serle cumming in Andy's mouth he casually moved one hand from his head and down to his crotch so he could hide what was definitely the start of a hard on. "What did it taste like", he whispered. "Was it gross" "No it wasn't 'tho I thought it would be", was the reply. "It was quite thick and warm but it's hard to describe the taste." Eventually Andy reached the point where the boys had run off and he could tell from the pressure in his jockeys that he had a raging stiffie. Craig thought for a moment then spoke again. "I'm having a problem working out why you couldn't get away. How were you tied up?" Andy started to explain, rather surprised at his friend's apparent lack of belief, but was soon interrupted. "Look, why don't you show me, it'll be easier." "But I don't have a tree in my room", said Andy, stating the obvious. "Shit I know that. We'll have to use something else. Come on, it'll be a laugh." After looking around the sparsely furnished room they decided that the only thing to do would be to upend the bed and pretend that was the tree so that was what they did. Andy rummaged around until he had found some rope and then held it out so his friend could tie him up, but Craig shook his head. " I've been thinking", he told Andy, "and I reckon the best way for me to understand it is if I pretend to be you and you pretend to be Serle." So saying he positioned himself with his back against the springs of the upended bed. "Now tie me up like you were when they first arrived". Still a bit surprised Andy did as he was asked until Craig was firmly fixed to the bed. "Now I want you to try and remember everything Serle did, in the right order. What happened first?" Andy thought back but it wasn't too difficult to remember. "He squeezed my dick and balls", he told Craig. "Go on then", his friend said. Andy hesitated but as Craig urged him on, he reached out a hand and gently clasped it over the fly of his friends jeans. He immediately noticed one difference from the events of yesterday. When Serle had squeezed him his dick had been limp which was not what was happening here as his hand was wrapped around something very hard indeed! "Go on, squeeze", Craig muttered. Andy tightened his grip as he felt his friends cock for the first time, even though it was through his clothing. Until now they'd never really talked about stuff like that - sure they'd made the usual crude, jokey comments boys do but neither had ever suggested anything else. As he squeezed he thought, for a moment that he felt some response but then he dismissed the idea, after all, they were just recreating the start of the incident out of curiosity - weren't they? Finally Andy released his grip and stepped back. "Well that's how it started so you see I couldn't have done anything about it, could I." Craig stared back at him and Andy saw a strange look in his eyes. "Yeah, I mean No. OK, you couldn't have but I still think we'd better do a bit more of it. I want to know how bad it must have been for you. Come on. Please." Andy thought about it but whatever his brain was saying his cock was certainly willing, judging from the way it was pushing against the tight cloth of his briefs. "Well if you're sure. But the next thing Serle did was take my jeans and stuff down." Craig said nothing, just looked at him almost appealingly so Andy moved in and carefully caught hold of the clip at the waistband of the tied boys jeans. He felt the clip open and then, taking hold of the zipper between his thumb and forefinger, he slowly drew it downwards. The sound of the zip undoing seemed loud in the almost silent room and Andy watched, mesmerised, as the zip fastening opened revealing the whiteness of Craig's jockeys, the front pushed forward from the small but firm cock beneath. When the front of the jeans were gaping wide Andy let go of the zip and taking hold of the blue denim pulled the jeans down his friends slim legs. As they stopped their downward slide, Andy started to move his hand towards the now cotton covered crotch in front of him. As he had felt the slim fingers performing their actions on his jeans Craig could hardly breath. The fact that his friend was touching him where no one ever had before, was, somehow, incredibly exciting and he knew that this was something he would remember for a very long time. He closed his eyes when his jeans slid down his legs so he didn't see what was happening next until he felt a hand squeezing the thin material covering his shaft and he felt his boner swell under the gentle pressure. By now Andy's own cock was pressing so hard into his clothing it was almost painful but he ignored it, concentrating on his hand as it slowly moved over the white covered protrusion in front of him. He saw a small damp spot appear on the cotton briefs where the tip of Craig's dick was pushing against it and instinctively squeezed the shaft, causing the spot to get slightly larger. Almost reverently he clasped the sides of the underwear and pulled it down, giving a little gasp as he saw his friends uncovered prick for the first time. He noticed it seemed slightly longer than his but no thicker and the slit at the end had a drop of liquid hanging precariously on it. Craig also had just a hint of hair around the base of his dick which Andy looked at with interest and as soon as the jockeys were clear of the area he put his hand up and clasped the warm, stiff flesh of Craig's boy cock. As he did so he heard the other boy moan softly and, slightly panicking, pulled his hand back. "Er..that's was all he did before. . .", his voice tailed of but almost immediately his friend completed the sentence. ". .before he made you suck him off, right?" "Um . .yeah. First they tied me differently then made me do it." "Show me how you were tied for that, then" Craig told him. By now, despite himself, Andy was feeling pretty horny and didn't need any more urging to untie his friend, push him to his knees and then tie him up again, tightly, to the base of the bed. He stood looking down at the tied boy, who was struggling with the ropes. "Shit, you've really done a good job with these ropes", came a plaintiff voice. "I know, but you wanted to know what it was like and you have to be tied as tight as me to understand how I couldn't stop them - right?" "I s'pose so" was the slightly grudging reply. "So what happens now." Andy lost any semblance of control as he looked at Craig. "This does", he told Craig and hurriedly started undoing his own jeans. The bound boy watched as his friend stripped off his trousers and then, before he had much chance to look at Andy's bulging briefs, they were slipped down as well until Craig was staring at just over 4 inches of stiff dick. Even as he watched it moved towards him until the head brushed his lips and the smell of fresh boy dick entered his nostrils. Making no effort to resist he opened his mouth and felt Andy's cock slide into his wet mouth. Craig sniffed the new, exciting scent and closed his mouth against the warm, swollen flesh, tasting the drop of pre-cum against his tongue. He flicked his tongue experimentally over the spongy head and was rewarded by feeling it twitch in response. Andy was in seventh heaven, not only was his dock being sucked for the first time but by his best friend and the combination was awesome. It was also bringing him on very quickly and he knew he was going to climax any second. Craig's tongue was sliding over his cock head faster now and Andy clenched his ass cheeks as he felt his dick start the now familiar pulsation. He almost screamed as he started cumming and knew that more spunk was leaving his piss slit than the day before. For Craig it was another new experience as he felt hot, creamy stiff spurting into his mouth and he savoured the strange taste, swallowing the first globules and feeling them sliding down his throat as more entered his mouth. He thought his own dick was going to explode as his friend's cock throbbed in his mouth and he tried to free one hand to wank himself but the ropes were too tight. Finally Andy stepped back causing his slightly softened shaft to slip from Craig's mouth, a last drop of white liquid oozing from the damp piss slit. Craig was feeling really desperate as his cock seemed to swell even more. "Oh, Christ, Andy, please do me, I can't stand this." As he heard the plaintiff cry and stared at his bound, horny friend, Andy felt his own softening cock start to stiffen slightly and he quickly knelt down and took Craig's burning cock in his mouth. The first touch of Andy's wet tongue was enough and he felt his friends whole body jerking as his creamy cum started filling Andy's warm, and willing, mouth. He grabbed Craig's ass cheeks and pulled him up, forcing the pulsating dick further into his now salivered, cummy mouth. Craig couldn't have imagined how incredible it felt to have his friend sucking him and taking in his spunk and he thrust upwards as if he was trying to push his dick right down his friend's throat. All too soon he stopped cumming and gradually relaxed. Andy lifted his head from the spunked out dick, swallowed the remaining cream still in his mouth and looked at his friend. Craig smiled at him, his face flushed. "Fuck, that was awesome", he muttered. "Now, if you untie me you can tell me what you've got planned for the others." As he untied the ropes Andy realised that now there was going to be two, horny boys wanting to take their revenge and as this thought struck him he felt a twinge in his dick and a final drop of cum plopped from his cock head onto the carpet below. Bound To Cum (3) Over the next couple of days the two boys discussed how they were going to get back at Serle and the others. It was pretty obvious that they couldn't take them all on at once but Andy was determined to give all four a taste of their own medicine so it was clear that they would to plan their strategy carefully. They considered several possibilities but finally decided that a variation on the old saying 'divide and conquer' would be the best bet and so they started making a detailed plan... It was almost like a military operation, Andy thought to himself as he covertly observed Serle from some bushes. Since they had decided on a plan the two boys had tried to get some idea of the movements of their "enemies", to try and find some pattern, and it had become clear that all four went to the park where they had caught Andy more often than anywhere else. So after comparing notes and deciding on the 'area of operations' Andy and his friend fixed the following Saturday as "GBB" day, or "Get the Bastards Back" Day!. The day before, both were kept busy collecting the various items they had decided they would need to ensure maximum safety, for themselves, and maximum 'pay back' for the others! . . . . . . . . . . . The strident buzzing of his alarm clock woke Andy abruptly but any thought of more sleep almost immediately left him. Today was 'THE DAY' and he leapt out of bed and pulled on jeans, jockeys, socks and a T-shirt. He fastened the rather bulky rucksack that was lying in one corner of his room and, having put on his trainers, crept quietly from the house. He had told his parents that he and Craig were going fishing and wanted an early start, which they had accepted with no problems. If only they had known what the two boys really had planned for the day! . . . . . . . . . Craig saw his friend from his bedroom window, where he had been anxiously waiting. Since the incident the other day when Andy had showed what had been done to him he'd been unable to think of much else as the remembrance of Andy's cum in his mouth kept flashing back into his mind, and each time it did his cock would stiffen. Although the two of them had planned the initial stages of today with great care, what was to happened once they had their 'captors' had been left rather up in the air. He'd asked Andy about this at one point but his friend had just grinned. "I think we'll just take things as they come", he'd replied and Craig wasn't sure which spelling of the word the other boy had meant! Now seeing Andy he left his bedroom and went down stairs, remembering to grab his own, equally bulky, rucksack as he went. Leaving the still silent house he walked over to his approaching friend and the two of them grinned at each other. "Well this is it!" Andy stated, perhaps a little nervously as they started towards their destination. "I just hope we've thought of everything", the other boy replied. "I mean, we're only going to get one chance and if anything goes wrong then. ." ". . we're fucked", both of them said simultaneously. Andy looked across at Craig. "You know if you want to back out I won't mind. I mean, it was me that they did it to so I won't blame you." Craig returned the glance and tried to look resolute. "Shit, no", he replied. "You're my mate, aren't you? Count me in." (Privately he was thinking that he would follow his friend to the ends of the earth after that all too short blow job he'd experienced the other day!) By the time they reached the wooded area that had been the scene of Andy's undignified experience of a few days before the sun was starting to warm up the air around them. This time, however, they carried on for around another hundred yards until they came to another clearing with a dirt path leading into it from the other direction. Their recent observations had shown that this was where their four "targets" met and so they had based their plans on this site. "Right, let's get ready", Andy said to his friend and, going behind a clump of bushes, they unpacked their rucksacks. Over the next 30 minutes or so the two boys organised themselves and their equipment until they were satisfied everything was ready." "O.K.", Andy finally said, "They should start getting here soon so let's get in position". He was unable to hide the nervousness in his voice so he quickly walked a short way along the path until he reached a pre-selected bush which he hid behind. Craig also took up his position and the two boys waited, silently for their prey. It wasn't long before the sound of someone walking towards them reached their ears and Andy peered through the bush, trying to make out who it was. As the figure drew nearer he saw it was Serle, and he was alone. That had been the only problem, if the four boys had come along together Andy and Craig would have had severe problems and the whole plan would have had to be abandoned. Serle drew gradually closer until, finally, he was passing the clumps of bushes where the two boys were hiding and as he drew level Andy leapt out behind him and thrust a pillow case over his head. At the same time Craig emerged and wrapped his arms around Serle's legs, causing the older boy to lose his balance and topple forward. He hit the ground with a thump and the "wuuumph" of expelled breath was clearly audible as his lungs emptied. Before he could recover the two younger boys rapidly tied his arms tightly behind his back. His legs were then hobbled together with more rope so there was just a few inches of movement them. When they were satisfied with their knots the boys turned their attentions to Serle's head. Craig pulled off the pillow case and Andy blindfolded and gagged the still winded boy with two handkerchiefs. Having completed the immobilisation they pulled Serle to his feet and started to drag him towards the nearby clearing. The older boy tried to struggle but he had been bound too well and he couldn't even kick out without losing his balance. Reaching the clearing they dragged Serle to one of the trees and, with another piece of rope tied him to the trunk, not too tightly but enough to keep him there. Then they went back to the clump of bushes to await their next "victim". As he waited Andy realised that whilst they had been tying Serle up he'd started to get a hard on, there had been something exciting about having power over someone, something he'd never thought about before. However, he tried to put this out of his mind and concentrate on the job in hand, that of "capturing" Serle's three fiends. He only hoped things went as smoothly with them as they had with Serle. They did! Within twenty minutes there were four boys tied to adjacent trees and the sounds of futile struggling and mumbles echoed softly around the clearing. The two friends looked at each other and grinned. "Shit, I never thought we'd manage it", Craig whispered. Andy nodded, relieved. "To be honest I wasn't sure either - but we've got them". "Too right", Craig responded. "So what do we do with them now?" "That was a good point", Andy admitted, wryly, to himself. He'd spent so much time planning the capture he hadn't really thought about the aftermath. He remembered back to the things they had made him do when he was in the same position and his cock poked into his jeans excitedly at the remembrance. "Let's start by getting their dicks out and take it from there", he suggested and his friend nodded, his face getting flushed with excitement and, judging from the lump in his jeans other bits of him also liked the idea! Walking over to the four boys they stood and stared at them. The struggling had virtually stopped now, probably because they had realised it was pointless. All four were wearing jeans, T-shirts and sneakers, the only difference being the colours of the garments. Almost tentatively Andy went over to Serle and, reaching out a hand rubbed it over the zip of the other boys jeans. There was an immediate reaction as Serle started struggling but once Andy realised the struggling wasn't making any difference he got bolder and squeezed the bunched up cloth under his palm. He was almost immediately rewarded by Serle's dick stiffening inside the material and pressing into his hand. Emboldened now, he grabbed the zip and pulled it down until Serle's tented jockey's poked through the widening gap in the fly. Watching his friends actions on Serle's jeans was making Craig very horny and, going over to Hattin, started performing the same actions on his jeans and crotch until he too had a boner poking through his slightly stained, yellow briefs. As he looked at this exciting sight Craig had an overwhelming urge to smell Hattin's jockey's and bending down until his nose was almost touching the material he sniffed deeply, feeling his cock harden more as the aroma of boy cock and piss filled his nostrils. He almost wanted to pull out his dick and wank there and then but managed to restrain himself, knowing there was a lot more "work" to do yet. Standing up he saw that Andy had now moved over to Ingram and was busy with the bound boy's zip so Craig, slightly reluctantly, left Hattin and went over to the Watkins, the only one who still had his clothing completely fastened. That state of affairs didn't last long, however, and it wasn't long before there were four boys, tied to trees with various sized jockey covered hard-ons sticking out of the flies of their jeans. "I'm not sure how long I'm gonna last", Craig muttered to his friend, rubbing at his enclosed cock". "You're not the only one", came the reply. "Let's get more comfy". As he finished the sentence Andy kicked off his sneakers, undid his jeans and shucked them off, quickly followed by his jockeys and T-shirt until he was standing in the sun warmed clearing, stark naked, his stiff 4.5" dick pointing straight out in front of him. Craig didn't have to be told twice and in a short time was also naked, cock jutting out, a drop of pre-cum glistening on his piss slit. He looked at Andy and, after a brief hesitation, put into words what he's been thinking about ever since he'd undone Hattin's jeans. "You'll probably think this is weird but I really want to suck their dicks through their jockey's. Isn't that gross?" Andy thought about it, but only briefly, as even whilst his friend had been suggesting it his cock had throbbed at the idea. "Why the hell not," he replied. "After all, we want them to be humiliated as much as I was - right?" The two naked boys made there way to two of their "prisoners", Andy choosing Serle as the first recipient of his desire and Craig, not surprisingly, Hattin. They knelt down in front of their respective boys and prepared to start. The smell from Hattin's jockey's reached Craig's nostrils again and without more ado he put out his tongue and licked the rough material, the unusual tastes making his head whirl. Hattin jerked and grunted at this new, but not unpleasant sensation teasing his rigid dick as it forced itself against the material of his jockeys. When he'd first found himself captured he had been really pissed off, and, if he was honest, a bit scared as well as he hadn't had a clue who his attackers were. He still didn't but so far nothing too bad had happened quite the opposite in fact as the tongue laving his jockeys was sending tingling feelings up his cock. Fairly soon Craig got tired of just licking the jockeys and, leaning forward, wrapped his wet mouth around the cloth covered shaft of Hattin's dick. Now his mouth was full of the pissy, boy cock taste and the aroma from the crotch almost brushing his face was amazing. He could almost feel the heat from the rigid organ and he started sucking hard. On the next tree Serle was experiencing mixed emotions. He was still really pissed off at having been caught so easily but against that, was also enjoying having his dick sucked through his jockeys. On the other end of the dick Andy was also enjoying himself as he sucked away at the now sodden jockeys of his earlier tormentor. He could taste a myriad of different flavours and could smell the musky scent of Serle's rampant crotch. He could hardly stop himself from touching his own cock but was trying to prolong his sexual excitement for as long as possible. As he felt Serle moving under the persistent tonguing of his jockeys another idea came to him and he started to suck harder until he felt the movement of Serle's crotch increase and knew the older boy was about to cum. Timing his moment to perfection he suddenly withdrew his mouth. Serle could feel his cum starting to boil up in his balls and started to tense in preparation for his climax when the warm feeling of the mouth around his crotch disappeared. He thrust his cock forward, desperately trying to get back to the point of orgasm, now drifting away, but however much he tried, the warm, wet mouth eluded him. He groaned in frustration but the ropes prevented him using his hand to give himself the release he craved. Adam watched in amusement at the fevered contortions of the bound boy and then walked over to the tree where Chris Watkins was tied. Kneeling in front of him he started to softly suck the covered cock, sticking out from the boy. He could feel an almost immediate response to his ministrations and started sucking even harder. Craig had seen Adam move out of the corner of his eye and quickly realised what his friend intended. Clasping Hattin's covered balls with one hand he squeezed them softly as he increased the vacuuming movement of his mouth until he felt the boy start to squirm. Craig continued his ministrations until he judged that Hattin was about to shoot his load and then, as Adam had done, he abruptly drew away. Judging from the movements of his "victim" he had timed the movement just right and he moved over to the remaining youth, Ingram without so much as a backward glance. He could tell from the bulge in the white briefs that this boy had a good sized dick and as he wrapped his mouth around the jockeys and their contents he realised it was at least an inch thicker than his own or Adam's and was even bigger than Hattins. If anyone had entered the clearing at that moment they would have got one hell of a shock. There they were, four helpless boys, jeans around their ankles, all jerking slightly and gasping. Two had large wet patches on the front of their jockeys at the point where their obviously rigid dicks were pressing into them, the other two had younger boys kneeling in front of them with their mouths clamped tightly around the crotch area. But luckily for them all, no one did arrive. Andy sucked away at Watkin's cloth covered cock and at the same time fondled his balls through the jockeys. Almost as an afterthought he slipped his remaining hand over the back of the boys' leg and inside the leg of his jockeys until he could feel the warm mounds of flesh of Watkin's ass. The hand continued until it was stroking the crack between the cheeks and then Adam explored further until the tip of one finger was brushing the muscle around the boys ass hole. He pushed experimentally and felt Watkins respond by pressing his crotch into Adam's face, as if trying to escape the probing finger. He pushed the finger into the tightened muscle until he felt it slip into the entrance of the asshole. He could tell that Watkins was almost at the point of no return but by now he, himself wanted some relief so instead of pulling away he increased the movements of his mouth on the damp cloth and cock, still squeezing the balls and at the same time pushing his finger further into the warm, tightly muscled asshole. Above him Watkins was feeling sensations he'd never had before and wanted to push both forwards into the wet mouth but also backwards to get more of the invading digit up his ass. As he felt himself cumming he clenched his ass around Adam's finger which by now was sliding in and out of his asshole and thrust his crotch as far as he could as he felt his dick spurting hot cum into the front of his jockeys. Adam sucked even harder as he tasted the first of the cum that strained through the cotton and pushed his finger as far as it would go into Watkin's asshole and more spurts of spunk soaked the jockeys. Finally Watkins relaxed as the last of his orgasm left him and Adam stood up, licking his lips as looked to his right where Craig was just receiving jockey strained cum from Ingram. Adam could see some of the white blobs had seeped out and were covering the edge of his friends mouth and he waited, licking his own lips thoughtfully. Shortly afterwards Craig joined his friend, leaving a spent Ingram leaning against his tree, the front of his jockeys thick with his spurted cum, the bulge slightly less now the dick inside had deflated. Adam saw that Craig still had some of Ingram's spunk around his mouth and without thinking, leaned forward and licked at it experimentally. As Adam's tongue brushed his face Craig was initially shocked, but only for an instant, then he responded by flicking his tongue over Adam's lips, tasting their saliva and cum coating. When they'd licked each other clean Adam whispered something to Craig who grinned and nodded. The two boys then went over to Serle and Hattin, both still exhibiting fully stiff dicks pressing into their damp jockeys. Craig went to Hattin and Adam to Serle and, almost in unison, they each opened the front of one of the two pairs of jockeys and stuck their dicks into them. Andy felt his cock sliding into Serle's crotch, brushing against the pubic hair and then rubbing against the warm, hard cock and he slowly started a fucking movement causing his prick to rub against the coarse pubes and damp dick. The sensation of the jockeys brushing his shaft as he went made him feel even better and he grabbed the bound boy to enable his thrusts to be more rough. Craig was having similar fun as he fucked Hattin's jockeys, rubbing against the cut dick and squeezing the cloth covered butt as he moved. All too soon he was ready and his cum started spurting over Hattin's cock, balls and pubes. The tip of Craig's dick jerked each time it rubbed the rough pubic hair and another gob of cum would leave the piss slit. Through his excitement he heard Andy groan and turned his head in time to see his friend humping Serle's jockeys for all he was worth. As he felt his spunk jetting over Serle's cock he fucked harder, trying to soak the inside of the jockeys and their contents but he couldn't yet produce that much cum and had to content himself with a number of small, but satisfying spurts. Finally the last drop of hot cum left his cock and he reluctantly pulled out just as Craig did the same. "What about them?", his friend asked, "Are we gonna wank them off?" Andy gave his naked friend a hug. "Hell no", he muttered. "Let them fucking suffer. After all, we've got hours yet and I've got a lot more planned for these four . . . . To be continued. . . . ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Approved for posting - Mykkhal - ASSGM Moderator ASSGM Guidelines/FAQ: http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Heights/8885 ASSGM Archive: http://www.nazgul.net (Don't forget to click the banner links each time you visit.... it helps to pay for the bandwidth we use. Thanks! ASSGM Mailing List: to join, send the command word: subscribe in a message (not the subject, but the message body!) to: assgm-request@duh.org ------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bound-to-cum/bound-to-cum-4-6 | From: authoruk@bigfoot.com (AuthorUK) Subject: Bound-To-Cum-04 (t/t Bond Underwear) Date: 23 Jun 1998 00:00:00 GMT Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com Bound-To-Cum-04 (t/t Bond Underwear) If you have any comments or feedback on this story please feel free to e-mail me at authoruk@bigfoot.com . Any stories I write will only be posted to the ASSGM news group so if you see them anywhere else, apart from the Nifty Archive, please let me know as they will have been posted without my permission. Suggestions for possible story topics also welcome. Many apologies to any readers for the delay in posting this part. Future instalments will not take so long - honest. Bound To Cum -04 Half an hour had passed since their initial 'assault' on the four captive boys and in that period the sun had risen higher in the sky, warming the clearing and the six youths who were in it. Andy and Craig hadn't bothered to dress again, just lain on the ground resting but now their dicks were again stiff, telling them it was time to start again on their 'punishment' of Andy's bound former tormentors. Whilst the two friends had been relaxing, the four tied to the trees had been suffering a myriad of emotions. They were furious at having been caught relatively easily but also a bit scared as, being blindfolded was rather unnerving as they could not see who was responsible not could they get any idea of what was happening next. None of them had yet connected the incident with Andy days before, as he was not the first person to have been subjected to the whims of their gang. Conversely, they were also somewhat aroused as what had happened earlier had not been unpleasant and their still damp jockeys were a constant reminder causing the four, spunk damp cocks to stiffen a certain amount. Serle tensed as he sensed movement and squirmed as he felt hands pulling down his jockeys until they were hanging around his knees. Then he felt someone clasp hold of his dangling ball sack followed by another, unusual sensation. Below him Andy had just finishing winding the thin but strong twine around the base of the ball sack, completing the operation with a reef knot. Next he passed the trailing end of the twine between Serle's legs where it was grabbed by Craig, who, having already been briefed, walked away from the bound boy until he felt tension on the string. At the other end of the twine Serle gave an intake of breath as he felt the noticeable pull on his testicles then he felt warm breath against his left ear followed by a low voice. "Listen, you turd. You're going to suck my cock now. Now, you've probably noticed there's something tied around your bollocks and as long as you behave you won't have a problem. But if you try anything at all, like biting my dick, my friend is going to pull a lot harder than . . .THIS!" On the last word of the sentence Craig gave a fairly mild tug on the string but it was still sufficient to cause Serle to whimper as his balls were pulled between his legs before being released. The voice asked him if he understood and Serle nodded. He felt the rope tying him to the tree loosen but despite being temporarily freed he dared not move, only too aware of what would happen to his tender balls if he did. Hands pressed on his shoulders, forcing him to his knees, and then the ropes were re-tied making him once again immobile. He felt hands at his gag which was unties and removed and he drew a breath of relief. He started to speak but quickly stopped as his balls were pulled backwards, this time slightly harder although still not enough to cause real pain, he waited for what was to happen. Andy stared at the face of his captive, just inches away from his now rigid tool and he was about to push it into Serle's mouth when an idea struck him. Quickly he walked over to the tree where Watkins was bound, placed a hand over the crotch of his jockeys and squeezed gently. Then he repeated this with Ingram. Having fondled the two crotches he made up his mind and returned to stand in front of Watkins. He'd wanted to find which of the two still had the wettest jockies, after being forced to cum into them earlier, and Watkins had won. Grasping the waistband he pulled it outwards and looked inside. The semi-stiff cock stared back at him and he could see several blobs of still damp spunk adorning the boys shaft and pubics. There were also some noticeably wet patches on the jockeys. Andy pulled the jockeys out and down slightly and at the same time moved forward until his cock was immediately above the opened underwear. Taking his dick in his other hand he pushed it down until he felt it come into contact with the wet material. He rubbed his shaft over the wet areas, coating it with Watkin's discharged sperm and then pressed the tip against the other's prick and pubic hair, feeling the sticky fluid coating his cock head. Finally satisfied he stepped back and released the jockeys, causing them to snap back against Watkin's stomach. Going over to Ingram and repeated the operation, wiping his cock over the less but still sufficient damp patches on the bound boy's briefs and cock. Then he walked back to his kneeling captive. Serle was waiting anxiously and despite his predicament had a painfully stiff hard on. This was mostly because he had been refused relief earlier but also partially because of what was going to happen to him. A whiff of boy cum reached his nostrils and he realised his sucking was about to start. The smell got stronger as Andy inched his dick towards the still closed mouth until, finally, his cock head was pressing against Serle's lips. By now the aroma of cum was very strong around the bound boys face and he realised he could also taste it on his lips. He heard the voice telling him to open his mouth and, conscious of the twine tied to his bollocks, hesitantly parted his lips and teeth. As he did so Andy pushed forward, sliding the whole of his 4 inch, cum coated cock into the warm, wet mouth. As the rigid organ slipped in Serle was surprised to find that the cum tasted different from any he'd tasted before. Although Andy and Craig didn't know it, Serle and his friends often played with each other and indulged in sucking sessions, although that was as far as they'd ever gone, so he was used to the taste of spunk - but this time the tang on his tongue was different, somehow. A quick tug on the twine stopped his thoughts and made him concentrate on the matter in hand, that of sucking the stiff prick in his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the cock head, pressing into the piss slit and around the sensitive foreskin. He felt the cock pressing towards him until warm, hairless crotch was tight against his face but he still had no problems taking the whole of Andy's throbbing meat into his mouth. By now he was suffering as his unrelieved cock was pressing tightly into his damp jockeys, causing them to tent outwards - he really needed to cum but was unable to do more than thrust his hips forward a tiny bit which wasn't helping at all. Andy, meanwhile, was having a great time as his cock was experiencing a myriad of new, pleasurable sensations as Serle's mouth and tongue swirled over it, lubricating the tender head with warm, cum infused saliva. The rhythmic sucking motion was really getting his off and he rubbed his hands across Serle's soft head of hair as he thrust his tool in and out of the welcoming mouth. All this time poor Craig had just been standing behind Serle, holding the end of the twine with one hand and intermittently squeezing his own dick with the other. Now, as the action got hotter, he released the twine and moved towards the entwined boys, realising Serle had forgotten about the threat to his bollocks as he had got aroused himself. From his position, as he fucked Serle's mouth Andy saw his friend walk over until he was standing beside him, his cock an inch or so from the bobbing head engrossed in Andy's shaft. Craig stroked his left hand over Andy's back, feeling the heat emanating from the excited boy and then, as he fondled his own cock with his right hand, he slipped his left down until it was clasping one of Andy's tight asscheeks. Gradually he moved over it until his fingertips encountered the boy's ass crack, then, moving even more, he slipped his fingers into the fleshy spilt until he felt one finger press against the tight ass hole of his now groaning friend. He pushed harder and was rewarded by Andy thrusting back slightly, causing the tip of his finger to penetrate the muscled ring of the asshole. As Andy, for the first time, felt his virgin hole being violated, he was overtaken by another sensation and he pushed back even more, at the same time pulling Serle's head forward so he could keep his whole dick in the saliva lubricated mouth. He tightened his asshole around Craig's finger, now buried up to the second knuckle inside him which prompted his friend to start finger fucking him. This was just too much and Andy felt his balls tightening as they prepared to release their waiting cream. The cock in Serle's mouth started throbbing wildly until it suddenly started spurting hot spunk from the piss split, spilling over the warm tongue and inner cheeks. Andy closed his eyes as the climax washed over him, Chris still ramming his finger in and out of the now slick asshole as Serle swallowed the cream still emitting from Andy's cock. As he felt his friend start to relax after his amazing climax, Craig pulled his finger from the asshole and sniffed it curiously as he wanked away. It smelt of boy and sex, not what he'd expected and he sniffed deeply, moving forward slightly until the tip of his cock was almost touching Serle's face. Andy stepped back, causing his slightly softening dick to slip from the other's mouth and as it did so, the sight of his mate's cock and Serle's cum stained lips was enough for Craig who watched, still sniffing one finger, as his cum spunked from the end of his prick landing in warm, white, globules, all over Serle's cheek and mouth. All too soon, for him, Craig's orgasm stopped and he stood there, panting, staring at Serle who was kneeling in front of him, his face covered with splotches of cum and who was sporting an incredibly hard erection that was causing his jockeys to look like a miniature tent. "For God's sake, wank me off, please!!", they heard the bound boy whisper, plaintively. Craig looked at Andy who shook his head. "Not yet", he told his friend. "As he obviously likes sucking I think it only fair to let him do some more." "But I won't be ready for a bit yet", Craig answered. Andy grinned. "No, neither will I. But they are!" and he pointed to the other three bound boys, standing motionless against their respective trees. "I think it's about time we 'helped' them to enjoy each other, don't you?" Bound To Cum -05 The first indication Serle had of the next phase of his tormentors plan was when he felt the rope around his feet being loosened and then removed but, because his hands were still firmly tied to the tree he was unable to do anything to escape. Andy and Craig looked at the youth, his jeans now down around his knees, his rigid hard-on poking forward pushing his still spunk damp jockeys well away from his crotch. Craig knelt down and pulled the jeans right down and then off the untied legs. Then he slid one hand between Serles legs and firmly grabbed the twine that still dangled from his balls. He have a little tug just to remind the other youth what would happen if he tried to struggle. Having delivered this warning the boy untied the rope fixing Serle's arms around the tree but before his captor had a chance to even think about doing anything he spun him around and re-tied the ropes. This time he pulled them down the trunk causing Serle to bend forward and down until his head was pressed against the trunk and he was almost off balance. From his new position he realised that if he moved his legs too much he was likely to topple over which would put considerable strain on his arms and achieve nothing. As soon as he was tied again the hand clasping his balls was removed and he felt someone rubbing their hand gently over his taut, jockey covered ass. His boner swelled even more and he was becoming desperate to discharge the build up of spunk that had almost managed to escape earlier until whoever had been sucking his dick had unkindly stopped. Although it hadn't been that long since the two boys had last orgasmed, as they looked at Serle, bent forward against the tree, the bulge of his ass cheeks outlined through his white underwear, they both felt their cocks start to stiffen yet again. Andy bent down, grabbed the thin cotton material and started to slide it down Serle's legs. The smooth slide was halted as the waistband caught on the hard prick beneath it but as Andy continued his pressure the inexorable pressure on the cock head caused it to slide roughly over the elasticated waistband and spring into view, banging its owners stomach as it did so. Grabbing one ankle at a time Andy slipped the briefs completely off and then, almost as an afterthought, placed them over Serles head, making sure that the crotch area was over the tied boys face. Smelling his own crotch scent was doing nothing to make Serle less horny or frustrated but he was unable to do anything about it and just had to breath in the mixed scents of cock, balls, someone else's cum and a slight whiff of piss. The two boys were looking at the now exposed ass, the twin, pale cheeks surrounding the ass crack with its suggestion of hidden pleasures within. Clasping an ass cheek in each hand Andy prised them apart until he had an uninterrupted view of the tiny, puckered asshole that twitched suggestively under his gaze. He noticed that there were a few coarse hairs around it, but not enough yet to obscure the nice view. Letting go of Serle's ass cheeks Andy beckoned to Craig and they went over to where Hattin was tied to his tree. As, like Serle, he hadn't cum yet his cock was straining out against his damp yellow briefs and Craig thrust a hand between the youths legs and wrapped it around his cloth covered ball sack. He squeezed, eliciting a slight wince from the testicles owner, who then listened as Andy informed him of what would happen to his bollocks if he tried to struggle. The two boys then did the same to him as they had done to Serle, reversing his position so that he was bending over, his ass raised, jockeys over his head. Again they opened his the ass cheeks and examined the youth's fuckhole and they observed that, unlike Serle, Hattin's asshole was hairless, the small, slightly dark muscle around the hole appearing slightly shiny from the heat. Craig prodded it experimentally and felt it give slightly, allowing the tip of one finger in and he was rewarded by a small whimper from Hattin as the finger entered his most private sanctum. Now that they had two of the boys bound appropriately, with their firm teenage asses in plain view, it was time for part two of Andy's latest idea and they walked over to the tree to which Watkins was tied. He untied his legs and then 'hobbled' the youth by means of tying both ankles almost together but leaving about six inches of rope between them. Then he released his arms from their position around the tree and re-tied them tightly behind his back. As he did this Craig and again appointed himself 'chief bollock holder', in case Watkins got any funny idea. Because of the hobble he'd put on, when Andy started pushing Watkins forward he was able to walk slowly but would be unable to run without immediately tripping over. Now he was, again, bound securely Craig took hold of one of Serle's arms, while Andy grabbed the other one and between them they guided the blindfolded teen across the clearing until he was directly behind Serle. After warning him not to move a muscle, Andy and his friend then went over to Ingram and performed the same tasks on him. This time the led the youth to where Hattin was waiting, asscheeks bared invitingly. Leaving Craig beside him Andy returned to where he had left Watkins, noticing with amusement that, as ordered, he hadn't moved a fraction of an inch. Having checked that Craig was ready, he placed his hands on Watkins's shoulders and pressed downwards, forcing the youth to kneel so that his face was directly behind Serle's ass. As he slid down to the kneeling position Andy had felt his own cock make brief contact with the warm flesh of Watkins ass cheek and he gave a shiver of excitement. Ordering Watkins to stick out his tongue he caught hold of the back of his head and pushed it slowly forward until the wet, red sensory organ came into contact with the split between Serle's ass cheeks. Realising what was happening the youth tried to push backwards but Andy increased the pressure on his head causing the tongue to slide into the crack until it rested against the puckered, asshole. "I suggest you start giving that ass a good tonguing - unless you want me to start playing 'squeezie and tug' with your balls!", Andy whispered to him. Watkins needed no more encouragement and started flicking his tongue over the ass hole, surprised to find he was finding the action stimulating instead of gross and it was clear from the movements of the asses owner that he was enjoying it as much. Watkins had assumed he was licking the ass of one of their captors, and had no idea that it belonged to one of his friends, which was exactly the situation Andy had intended. One thing he hadn't anticipated, however, was how erotic he was finding it, Watkins's face tight against the ass crack, bobbing slightly as his tongue performed it's task. Similarly, Serle was experiencing similar sensations. He'd thought that the finger in his ass earlier had been the ultimate but that was paling into insignificance as his asshole was wetly assaulted by the warm tongue which was now attempting to push its way through the tight muscle and into the warm, dark cavern of his teenage asshole. He tried to push back as much as his bonds would allow, to get more of the tongue into his ass and wished desperately his hands were free so he could wank his own cock until he spunked. But that was not to be, so the more stimulated he became, the more frustrated he got at his inability to gain complete relief. At the other tree a similar scene was taking place, this time with Craig watching and doing his very best not to yield to temptation and jerk off his throbbing boner. As he had started to push Ingram down to his kneed he had taken a good look at the large, thick circumcised cock that nestled in a dark clump of thick hair and admitted, again, that this was the biggest dick he'd ever seen up to now As the now kneeling youth started forcing his tongue into Hattin's ass crack, Craig wondered what it would be like to have that large cock spurt its load all over his face and at the thought his hand crept to massage his own, smaller dick. It took real willpower to stop after just one quick rub and he began to realise how Hattin and Serle must be feeling as out of all the boys, they still hadn't cum once yet! Andy was watching judiciously as Watkins continued tonguing the now wriggling and moaning Serle. The former had now succeeded in pushing a large part of his tactile tongue through Serle's ass ring and it was teasing at the tender interior of the muscle which Serle feel so good he felt like he was going to explode. He was closing his ass muscle around the intruder and his cock had never felt so full, hard and horny, so much so that he really had to cum - but couldn't. He remained in his uncomfortable position, the ropes keeping him in his bent over position, but almost ignored the uncomfortable feeling as his ass was getting such an amazing tonguing - which suddenly stopped abruptly, as Andy pulled Watkins head back. Serle gave a little cry of frustration and moved his ass around, trying to regain contact, to no avail. Having pulled Watkins away from the now wet asshole, Andy pushed a hand into the ass crack and, finding the loosened hole pushed his forefinger in as far as it would go. It slipped in smoothly so he withdrew it and then repeated the movement, this time with two fingers. This time he encountered a slight resistance but in a matter of seconds both fingers were deep inside Serles hot tight, asshole. He revolved his wrist causing the inserted fingers to twist around, stretching the muscle around the asshole and he could feel Serle responding by tightening his ass. Craig pulled out his hand one final time, placed three fingers together, lined them up with the now stretched hole, and pushed. He heard a slight whimper from the other boy as, with a bit of extra pressure, they pushed into Serle's fuck hole, stretching the muscle more than the bound boy had ever experienced before. Serle screwed up his face at the initially unpleasant feeling but within seconds this feeling had changed to one of pleasure and although he'd never had anything shoved up his ass before he realised that he liked it. Andy kept manipulating his fingers inside the other boys ass as he looked over to see how Craig was doing and he grinned as he saw that his friend was currently enjoying himself with most of one hand in the cleft of Hattin's ass crack and, judging from the movement of his hand, was giving his 'captive' a vigorous finger fuck. Hattin's cock was now almost purple along its entire, circumcised length as his intense excitement caused yet more blood to pump into the already swollen shaft. As he rammed his fingers in and out of Hattin's once tight cave of heat Craig knew he couldn't last much longer without getting relief himself so he decided that he'd have to move onto the final stage of this phase. The boys had discussed what was meant to happen during their earlier rest and, so far it was going according to plan, although Craig had just thought of a slight variation, caused by his throbbing prick. Giving one final twist he pulled out his fingers from the pliant ass hole and then, standing behind Ingram, lifted him back onto his feet He walked around to the side and, inserting one hand into Hattin's ass crack he pushed the cheeks aside using his fingers and thumb and with the other he grabbed Ingram's throbbing meat and pulled, causing the other youth to move forward. Craig placed the blood engorged cock between the opened crack and manoeuvred it until the piss slit in the centre of the cock head was pressing against Hattin's asshole. Carefully, but quickly he moved around behind Ingram, placed his hands on his ass - and pushed! As the shove made the youth go forward his cock head parted Hattin's asshole and started to enter his asshole. His prick encountered resistance due to its width but Craig's continuous pressure soon solved that problem and suddenly his testicles banged against Hattins ass as the whole of his rampant organ slipped into the warm depths of the bound boys fuck hole. Hattin almost screamed aloud as he felt his sensitive ring opening to allow the entrance of the throbbing cock which seemed to fill him completely and then, as Craig first pulled, then pushed Ingrams asshole the other boy got into a rhythmic fucking of, unknowingly, his friends asshole. Hattin had already got used to the sensations caused by the cock filling his ass and as the regular thrusts continued he pressed his ass back to try to get his ass filled even more. Ingram had now forgotten he was being forced into his actions as the rubbing of Hattin's asshole gripping his cock was causing him such great feelings that his only thought was to fuck this ass until he came. Because of this, he was unaware of Craig who, realising he didn't need to continue 'helping' Ingram, had let go and was standing behind his, watching the thrusting buttocks, holding his prick in one hand. He opened the fucking boys cheeks and, judging the moent to perfection, pushed his swollen dick towards the puckered hole just as Ingram was pulling out for another thrust. As his ass started to reach its furthest point away from the asshole he was fucking he hardly felt Craigs cock press against, then slide right into his ass, so intent was he on getting his cum into the asshole in front of him. As Ingram continued his assault all Craig had to do was stand still and let the fucking boy do the work. Every time Hattin's ass was filled with dick Ingrams' ass stroked Craig's cock head and each time he pulled out from the slippery hole the younger boy felt his prick slip back into Ingrams ass and he clenched his fists as the sensations in his ass enveloped dick got more and more exquisite. Andy had watched this addition to their plan in amazement and as his friend started fucking Ingrams ass he quickly pulled his fingers from Serle's ass, grabbed Watkins and, as quickly as he could , aimed the swollen, foreskinned cock at Serles' asshole, got behind and pushed, forcing Watkin's rod straight up into Serle's, now stretched and willing asshole. By now Serle was so unbelievably horny he welcomed the new, larger intrusion into his fuck hole and his engorged prick jumped each time Watkin's cock head pounded against his prostate. Like Craig, Andy had wasted no time in getting his slender, stiff dick into Watkins ass and as the tight hole slid up and down his hardness he grabbed the others pelvis and thrust as hard as he could until he was completely buried in the welcome heat. Ingram, pounding away at Hattin's hole knew he was about to come and, drawing back as far as he could without leaving the entrance to this glorious fuck cave, grabbed Hattin and pulled as he rammed his cock in as far as possible, feeling his spunk starting to leave his piss slit as he slid further in. Hattin felt the warm, sticky liquid spattering the inside of his pleasantly battered asshole and, for a moment, thought this would be enough to cause him to finally obtain relief as he felt his balls throb. But before his cum started to move into position Ingram slowed his movements as the last of his juice left his piss slit, and Hattins moment of hope was gone. Meanwhile Craig had been having an intense orgasm as when Ingram had made his final thrust Craig had done the same and as the head of his cock had rubbed against the inside of the entered asshole a feeling of total euphoria enveloped him as his slim dick started cumming inside Ingram. There was also quite a bit of cumming, but no goings, at the other tree. Serle was in the throes of getting his sore ass pumped full of Watkin's teen cream as the hyped up youth finally orgasmed and started spunking gobs of sticky love juice into Serle. At the moment of cumming Watkins had become frenzied in his ass fucking and so Andy just grabbed him tightly and had gone along for the ride. He was almost lifted off the floor as Watkins fucked Serle's responding hole, and his little rigid dick jerked around the warm ass, feeling the ass muscle squeezing the sides of his shaft until his previously pumped bollocks managed to find yet more boy cream which it forced into Andy's jerking cock and out the end into the enveloping asshole. Serle pulled against the ropes tying him to the tree as he felt the hot, sticky sperm spattering his asshole, already filled with throbbing dick and, like Hattin, hoped, for a fraction of a second, that he could at last cum but, like his compatriot, it was not to be. All too soon, all the fucking boys had emptied their cream into various asses and they moved apart, weakly. Andy and Craig hardly had enough strength to take Watkins and Ingram to their trees and re-tie them before they collapsed on the ground, their spent, shrunken dicks flopping against their thighs. Again silence fell over the clearing as four limp dicked boys lay recovering, feeling warm and satisfied. This was more than could be said for Serle and Hattin, still bound in a bent over position, trickles of white liquid sliding from their assholes and down their thighs and both exhibiting incredibly stiff, swollen hard ons. Both were now desperate for relief, so desperate that they had reached a new point of frustration and need which was totally concentrated in their cocks and throbbing asses. Weakly, Andy turned his head to look at his friend. "That was fucking awesome", he murmured happily. "Tell me about it", came the happy response. "And those two bastards still haven't cum yet!" "I know", was the pleased reply. "I want them to beg before we let them do that. And there's one more phase of my revenge to go yet. I only thought of it yesterday. Listen . . ." Bound To Cum 06 This time it took a long time for Andy and Craig to get back in the mood, so to speak as neither of them had ever experienced so many orgasms in such a short time before and, even allowing for the remarkable recuperative powers of horny teens their balls and cocks had already taken quite a hammering, in a figurative sense. Eventually they started taking a sexual interest in the surrounding scene and their cocks started stiffening again as they looked at their four 'captives', tied to their trees in various stages of exhaustion. It was clear that Hattin and Searle were still extremely horny and frustrated, judging from the way their swollen pricks stuck out from their bodies whilst the other two still had pretty limp organs. "Time to start again", I suppose, Andy remarked with mock weariness as he stood up, his now hard dick swaying slightly with the movement. He went to his rucksack, took out some more rope and walked over to the tree to which Serle, his main tormentor of the other day, was tied. As he stared cum spattered ass of the bent over youth he had an irresistible urge to examine the area more closely so he knelt down and pulled the soft ass cheeks apart so he could get a good look at the loosened asshole. Leaning forward he caught a whiff of teen ass and cum which made his dick flip in excitement and so he got closer still until he was able to press his face between the asscheeks and sniff at the exotic aroma wafting from Serle's ass. As the almost overpowering odour hit him he felt lightheaded and started to frantically lick the puckered, cummy asshole, tasting the variety of flavours with enjoyment. Serle groaned at this new assault, his urge for relief now almost unbearable and now being made even worse by the warm tongue flicking away at his tender hole. Seeing how much fun Andy seemed to be having Craig decided to join in the action and after walking over to Hattin he soon had his tongue investigating the warm ass, tasting the creamy spunk that had not long ago spurted from Ingram's throbbing cock. As he slurped away at the wonderful teen asshole one hand started to gently fondle Hattin's ball sack which didn't do a lot for the already frustrated youth. Hattin didn't know what to do, his circumcised cock was so tight by now it felt like it would burst at any moment and as the soft fingers probed the loose skin around his bollocks his almost purple cock head got even darker as more blood forced its way up his shaft. By now Serle wasn't faring any better as his foreskin had gradually slipped further down his cock as the organ swelled and now felt a little like a wide rubber band constricting his swollen cock, the shiny, damp red head protruding from the top and he felt relieved as the tonguing of his sensitive hole suddenly stopped as Andy reluctantly stood up knowing if he carried much longer he was going to cum before the 'game' was finished. Almost as an afterthought he pushed one hand between Serle's ass cheeks and wiped it over the damp, warm ass, getting the heady aromas onto his palm. Then he slowly rubbed his hand over Serle's face, concentrating on his mouth and nose, making sure as much of the cummy, asshole smells were transferred to the other boys face. He knew from the excited whimper that escaped that his idea had worked and his captive was now at another peak of sexual frustration. Stepping back he picked up the spare rope and walked over to Watkins. Craig, knowing that the last phase was about to start also left his enjoyable position around Hattin's ass and went to help his friend. Between them they untied the youth and re-positioned him, this time lying him flat on his back and tying his arms to one tree and his legs to another so he was spread-eagled on the ground, his again stiff, foreskinned cock sticking straight up into the air. Then they repeated the manoeuvre with the other youths until they were looking down at four helpless boys, each with a rampantly stiff cock, of varying sizes, pointing skywards. They had discussed the final scenario whilst they'd been recovering and had both come to the same conclusion. They both wanted to get fucked! Being a new experience for them both they wanted to make it as good as possible and knew that to start with Ingram or Serle would be a bad idea as not only had their cocks been bigger than the others to begin with but also Serle's was now considerably more swollen because of frustration and neither Andy or Craig fancied getting their asses split as it would spoil their pleasure. It was a toss up, if you'll excuse the pun, between Watkins and Hattin. Both normally had similar sized dicks and the main difference was that only one was circumcised. However, Hattin, like Serle, was also in a frustrated state that had caused increased swelling in his prick - so deciding to start with Watkins they went over and stood over the lucky boy! Chris Watkins was aware that something was about to happen but as he was still blindfolded he didn't know what until Andy's ass pressing against his wide lipped mouth and heard a voice telling him to lick it. At the same time a hand grabbed his cock and started gently playing with the foreskin and this was enough to make him throw any reservations to the wind and opening his mouth he pushed his tongue hard against the puckered, sweaty hole. As he felt his fuck hole being licked Andy tensed and closed his eyes at the great feeling and he gave his now rigid cock a couple of squeezes, causing a drop of pre-cum to ooze from his piss slit. He wiggled his ass around, trying to push it onto the probing tongue now lapping furiously over his asshole. At the other end Craig was examining the stiff cock with interest, pulling at the foreskin and sniffing the tightened ball sack. At one point he pulled the foreskin over Watkin's cock until there was a fold of loose skin protruding from the tip and he bent down and pushed his tongue inside it, licking the sensitive interior of the foreskin. He felt the cock twitch as he licked but Andy did better as the feeling of the tongue inside his foreskin caused Watkins to tense up and push his tongue forwards to such an extent that the tip slipped through the muscle of the younger boys asshole and into the hot steamy home. As he hole started loosening under the ministrations of the tongue Andy tried to pull his ass cheeks apart even more so he could get more of the tongue up his ass and he wiggled so much he almost suffocated the youth beneath him. The two boys continued with this for a while and then changed places so it was now Craig experiencing a good ass tonguing whilst Andy played with Watkins cock with hand and tried to shove his fingers into his own ass at the same time, stretching the entrance gently as he moved his fingers around. It wasn't long before he felt ready to take the next step so he stood up, positioned himself above the bound, slightly writhing boys cock and started to lower himself towards it. As he felt hard prick brush his ass cheeks he moved one hand around, grabbed it and moved it around his crack until he felt the stiff but spongy tip press against his puckered hole. Removing his hand he pushed his ass against the hard invader and sighed with relief as the cock head started to push its way through the stretched entrance. When he felt the whole cock head inside his hole Andy paused, getting used to the strange but not unpleasant sensations then, as he looked at his friend, wiggling with pleasure as Watkins continued to lick at his bumhole, Andy began lowering himself again. As the swollen prick slid further into his waiting asshole Andy clenched his buttocks, compressing his ass muscle against the intruder but at the same time pressing down more and more until he could feel pubic hairs brushing his ass cheeks and realised that he's managed to get the whole of Watkin's cock into his eager bumhole. Chris Watkins had been getting more and more aroused ever since he'd first felt the warm compression on his cock head and realised it was sliding into a lovely tight bum and the more horny he got the harder he licked Craig's ass which was causing wonderful feelings in the boy. By now about a third of Watkin's tongue was inside his hole, licking the sides of his ass, coating them with warm, sticky saliva in preparation for his turn to have a stiff dick inside him. Once Andy had managed to get the whole cock inside him he just squatted for a moment or two, getting used to the unusual but pleasant sensation emanating from his filled asshole. Then he tried raising and lowering his body so Watkin's dick slid in and out of his boy cunt. This felt great and he was tempted to speed up the movements but knew it was now time for him to move on to bigger things so he reluctantly raised his ass, feeling the prick sliding out until it emerged from his ass hole with a faint plop. He waited whilst Craig removed himself from Watkin's facial area and took over the position recently occupied by his friend then, as Craig started to impale his ass on the waiting cock Andy moved over to Ingram. By rights he should have been done by Hattin next as Ingram's cock was naturally larger, but he knew he was going to finish with Serle and wanted Craig to also have the chance to be fucked by someone who hadn't yet cum. Despite his ass now being slippery and comfortably stretched he still viewed Ingram's dick with some trepidation as it was no only a bit longer but quite a bit thicker than Watkins and the fact it was circumcised made it look even bigger! He hesitated but the sounds of enjoyment coming from Craig, who was now bouncing up and down causing Watkin's cock to slide in and out of his virgin asshole, were enough to remove any doubts and he quickly positioned himself over the hard, jutting cock. As his asshole mat the cock head he felt some resistance as the thick organ tried to force its way into his asshole but he persevered and it wasn't long before, with a small stab of pain, he had Ingram's cock head inside his hole. Ever so slowly he started to lower himself, planning to let the cock slide into his ass very, very gently, but there was one thing he hadn't taken account of. Although Ingram, like the others, had his arms and legs tied to trees, preventing escape, the ropes didn't prevent him a certain amount of upward movement. Because of this, as he felt the end of his cock being surrounded by tight asshole it felt so good he wasn't prepared to hang about whilst the ass was lowered gently onto it and with an excited grunt he thrust his buttocks off the ground and upwards forcing his cock deep into Andy's unprepared asshole. Andy gave a squeal as his hole was rudely filled with thick, hard dick but as the cock head pressed against his prostate he forgot any pain and furiously started moving his ass up and down, feeling the cock inside him pounding and stretching his ass. The effect of this was to cause Ingram to continue thrusting upwards and soon the two were in the ideal rhythm. As Andy slid downwards Ingram would thrust up, forcing his shaft deep into the steaming asshole until his pubis and balls banged against the ass cheeks. Andy was now riding the cock like a pro, exquisite sensations running thorough him as Ingrams cock ploughed his hole and stimulated his prostrate. He wondered if there could be anything else so good than being fucked by the older boy and clenched his ass around the thrusting pole to increase the incredible sensations. Meanwhile Craig was in heaven as he bounced up and down on Watkins cock, causing his asshole to stretch and contract as the rigid shaft thrust in and out of his vibrating asshole. The sensations coming from his asshole were amazing and every time the swollen cock head bounced off his prostate his buttocks clenched, trying to stop it sliding out. Of course this was the worst thing he could have done as the pressure and rubbing on his prick proved too much for Watkins and with a muffled yell his hot cum started spurting from his piss slit into Craigs steamy, welcoming ass hole. Craig clenched his ass muscle hard as he felt warm stickiness spattering inside his hole and he almost came as well as the walls of his asshole got whitewashed. He continued bouncing up and down until Watkins was spent and his softening cock finally gave up and slipped from the other boys hole. Almost immediately Craig stood up, white dribbles sliding from his ass and went quickly over to where Hattin was lying. As he passed his friend he saw him convulse as Ingram's frenzied fucking finally achieved its aim and he started spunking into Andy's ass. Like Craig moments before, Andy couldn't believe how good it felt to have someone releasing a load of creamy cum into his already well lubricated hole and he had to fight a temptation to grab his dick and wank off. The thick cock was still thrusting against his prostate and each time it connected another gob of juice shot from the piss slit. By now the first loads of cum were coating the shaft of the sliding dick which increased the pleasure as it slid roughly over the ass muscle and, being more mature, Ingram was still fully hard even though he was ending his cum shooting session. It was now that Andy realised that his original plan wasn't going to work as well as he'd intended because he was so worked up now he just wanted to feel Serle's cock inside his ass and have it empty it's cream into it. Accepting that the intended prolonged 'torture' wasn't going to happen he stood up, suddenly feeling rather empty as Ingram's dick slipped from his hole. Feeling rather stretched he walked, slightly gingerly, to where Serle was lying with his swollen hard on throbbing slightly with the pent up frustration. He passed Craig who was already well away, Hattins prick sliding in and out of his slick ass. Like Ingram he was also making the most of the little movement he had and was thrusting upwards furiously and Andy watched in fascination as the slippery pole slid into his friends bum hole. As he reached Serle he could hear small whimpering noises and realised they were coming from the bound boy. Curious, he knelt down and stroked the youths ball sack and was rewarded with another, pathetic whimper. "What's the matter?" he asked, slightly concerned at this bully making such strange sounds. The voice that replied was unrecognisable from the brash, confident one Andy had heard when he had been captured a few days before. "I can't stand it any more. For fucks sake wank me of. .please . .I've gotta cum or I'll burst." Andy felt relieved but also released that his original plan might be possible, in part, after all. He gently stroked Serles's balls again as he whispered to the frantic teen. "You mean you want me to slowly rub your dick until you cum. You really want me to wank you off?" "Oh shit yes. I'll do anything you want, just do it . . now . . please". Andy placed his mouth right up by Serle's ear. "How would you like to fuck me, stick it in my lovely asshole and fill me up with your cream?" Serle writhed and whimpered again and Andy realised he was almost sobbing. "Oh God, yes I want to . .I need to . .I've got to do something now . . please!" Without hesitating Andy quickly untied the tensed up, frantic boy, helped him to his feet and removed the blindfold. Serle blinked at the sudden light and then looked at his tormentor who gave him a quick smile before turning round and bending over slightly, presenting a cum stained ass to the youth. Far from feeling anger Serle just saw a beautifully proportioned teen offering his asshole for relief and with a loud groan he roughly grabbed Andy's ass cheeks, prised them apart and with no build up at all pressed his already throbbing cock against the welcoming hole and thrust hard. Andy yelled in pleasure as Serle's swollen dick ploughed into his slimy ass hole and started fucking him harder than he would have believed possible. Serle closed his eyes in relief as he pounded his prick into the beautiful, still tight bum hole, feeling the contracting muscle rubbing against his shaft. His balls banged against the other boys ass cheeks on each inward thrust causing both to experience more pleasurable sensations. Both knew that because of the prolonged build up the older boy wouldn't last long but neither cared, Andy wanted a really good, rough fucking and Serle just wanted relief and if he got it whilst ravaging a lovely teenage fuck hole so much the better. He felt he was getting close and clasped the other boy tighter, sliding one hand around until he could grab the stiff boy cock and he started to wank it hard as his felt the sperm building up in his ass fucking cock. Andy tightened his asshole as much as he could around the just pliant flesh stretching his hole and sliding in and out against the walls of his ass and as Serle kept fucking and wanking him he knew he was going to cum any moment. He wasn't the only one. Hattin had now reached his goal and as Craig kept bouncing on his cock he gave one final thrust and started filling the boys hot hole with cum. As he felt his ass get another spattering Craig grabbed his dick and wanked it furiously and it only took a few strokes before he joined Hattin in shooting sperm. The only difference was that whilst Hattin was filling his ass he was spattering small puddles of liquid over the other boys stomach. They continued their actions until all their fluid had left their respective cocks. Serle screamed as he felt his balls contract and he gave a final hard thrust, driving his prick as deep as possible into Andy's ass just as he started coating the boys steaming fuck hole with hot, creamy spunk. Andy could feel the sticky cum spattering his ass hole and at the same time the frantic fingers around his dick did their job and he watched as he started shooting his own spunk over the wanking hand. Serle was still cumming and he continued to pound Andy's ass with his fuckpole until it was coated with the cummy contents. Because of the dual fucking Andy's ass couldn't retain all the discharge and more cum streams were now slipping from his ass. Craig watched happily as his friend and Serle started to calm down. He was still sitting on Ingrams, softening cock and could feel cooling spunk dripping from his ass, but he didn't wasn't to lose the feeling of fullness the other boys prick was giving him. He hadn't even thought about the fact that Serle was untied until the older boy stepped back, his prick sliding from the still twitching ass. "Oh fuck, we're for it now", he thought to himself and prepared to make a quick getaway. He needn't have worried for Serle grabbed Andy's shoulders, turned him round and grinned at him happily. "You and your mate are cheeky little cunts", he told him, "but you've got balls to get us like this. I reckon between us all we'd make a pretty good team. I think we could all have a pretty good time together and I'm sure you know a lot of 'suitable' boys your age we could have some fun with as well". Andy looked at Serle and then at Craig who smiled back at him. Both realised that if they agreed with Serle they would be entering a new ere of sexual experience but that it would involve doing to others what Serle's gang had done to Andy. And both knew that there was no way they were going to turn down the suggestion. But that's another story . . . Perhaps!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The above post is the sole responsibility of the poster ASSGM Moderator - Mykkhal - moderated.stories@bigfoot.com Archive: http://www.assgm.com Info: http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Heights/8885 Discussion Forum: http://www.customforum.com/assgm ------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/girls-get-revenge | From: gh486@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mark Green) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: NEW STORY: The Girls Get Revenge (M/m MMM/tv oral anal forced tv) Date: 23 Feb 1995 02:21:03 GMT Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio (USA) Lines: 107 Message-ID: <3igref$438@usenet.INS.CWRU.Edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: nbsd.ins.cwru.edu *** I find myself naked and handcuffed. Ruth and Denise are taking there revenge on me, their muscular friend Buck is here to make sure I'm compliant. I'm taken to the shower, my body covered from the neck down with hair removing lotion. Ten minutes later I'm as smooth as a 12 year old girl. Buck is gay. Under threat of being forcibly sodomised, I am made to kneel and give my first blowjob while the girls video tape me. "Faster," Buck says as I work his head with my lips and tongue. "Squeeze my balls," he moans, and I do. "Open wide," he grunts, jerking of onto my face. "He's got a hard-on," Denise says, panning down from my come spattered face to my stiff cock. "He loves sucking dick." Still taping, they take me to the bedroom, remove the handcuffs, and dress me in a padded bra, a cheerleader's skirt and sweater, thigh high fishnet stockings, and high heels. I watch in the mirror as Ruth applies heavy makeup to my face. Gradually, my features are softened and soon I look like a semi-attractive woman. The finishing touch is a long blond wig. "There," says Ruth, "pretty as a picture." Denise warns me that if I'm disobedient my manager at work will receive a copy of my "little tape." I resign myself to whatever fate the girls have in store for me. I'm still dressed like a cheerleading hooker as the four of us go out to the car. I have to keep my hands at my sides, to keep my skirt from blowing up and revealing my bare ass and crotch. In the car, Denise tells me to "talk like an air head." She has me say "I'm a slut," in several different high pitched voices until I sound "convincing." They drive me to my friend Rich's apartment. Inside, my friends Rich, Mike, and Jim are sitting around watching TV. Denise introduces me as Cherry, and to my surprise they don't seem to recognize me. Denise says I'm a friend of Buck's and that I need to practice my blowjob's. Next thing I know I'm sucking the cocks, fondling the balls, and swallowing the come of my three best friends, who all think I'm some slut named cherry. Of course Ruth is video taping the whole thing. When I'm done, Jim suggests that maybe I'd like to practice a couple other things, but Denise quickly cuts in. "We've got plan's right now." "Maybe later," she says with a wink as we are leaving. "Your getting pretty good as sucking cock there Cherry," Ruth says when we get back to the car. "Yeah," Denise agrees, "I thought Jim was going to propose." Denise, Ruth, and Buck are still laughing as we pull into traffic. We drive to Denise's apartment. There, we watch the video tape of me sucking off Buck, being cross dressed, and sucking of my three best friends. After that, the girls take me to the bathroom and give me a hot soapy enema. They repeat the treatment several times, until I'm "Nice and clean." "The guys will be here soon," Buck tells us when we return to the living room. "Well we better get Cherry ready then," Ruth says, producing a tube of ky-jelly and a small vibrator. Ruth positions me on my back on the floor and has me pull my knees to my chest, while Denise turns the video recorder back on. The slick vibrator stings a bit when it pierces my ass. But, it's only about an inch thick so Ruth can easily push the whole thing into my hairless asshole. It is uncomfortable, but not painful. Ruth twists the base of the vibrator, turning it. The sensation is incredible and my dick swells quickly. Denise moves in for a close up of my ass and crotch. "He loves getting it in the ass ... Good thing!" The guys turned out to be Rich, Mike, and Jim. While Ruth explained to them that Cherry wanted to "practice" taking it up the ass, Denise takes me to the bedroom. "Lay face down and keep your legs together, unless you want your friends to know it's you." Then Ruth brings the guys, and the video camera, into the room. Mike goes first. He lubricates his cock with KY, straddles my thighs, and lifts my skirt exposing the tops of my stockings and my bare ass. His slick warm head slides down my crack to my anus. Then he begins to push. I grit my teeth as his thick cock stretches my virgin asshole open wide. After a short series of stabbing thrusts I feel his warm wet wad filling my bowls. Seconds after Mike pulls his softening cock from my ass it is replaced by Jim's fully hard member. Jim's balls slap against my ass with each of his long strokes. Fifteen minutes later, with a grunt and a final jab, Jim shoots his hot spunk into my aching asshole. Denise spreads my cheeks as Rich slips into my well fucked anus. He pumps into me faster and faster. Suddenly he's coming hard, my ass, stomach, and dick pulse in unison with his throbbing cock. The guys leave the bedroom. Denise has me roll over to see if I have a hard-on. "He really loves getting ass fucked!" she says, while she gets a close up of my spent cock and the puddle of my come. *** |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/fraternity-pledge | From: hotsmile@aol.com (HotSmile) Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss Subject: Story: Frat Pledge Date: 10 Mar 1995 15:02:23 -0500 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 216 Message-ID: <3jqb8f$joo@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: hotsmile@aol.com (HotSmile) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com The following is a story of sex between men. If it offends you don't read it! Fraternity Pledge Part I By HotSmile The pledge is in the frat house doing some cleaning. Two brothers, Joey and Mark, approach him. "Hey, pledge!" one says. "Yes sir?" I say, turning around, at attention. "Time for a discipline session. Get downstairs to the training room." Mark, the pledge master, orders, blue eyes flashing under his jet black hair. "Yes sir!" I reply. I hurry down to the basement, the two brothers following down the stairs. The basement is dimly lit. There is a leather covered lifting bench in the center of the room. There are various wooden paddles hanging on the walls. "Assume the position." Mark says. I strip off my clothes, wearing only my white jockeys. I get on the weight bench on all fours, like a dog. My butt is exposed for them. I feel a paddle rest against me. I can see Mark holding it in the mirror in front of me. The paddle swings and strikes. "Thank you, sir. May I please have another?" "Pledge, who was the last girl you fucked?" Mark asks. "Sir, it was in high school." I reply. SMACK! "Thank you, sir. May I please have another?" The paddle hits again. "I think you're gay, pledge." Mark says, laying the paddle against my burning ass. He swings it again. "Tell me you're gay, pledge." "Yes sir. Thank you, sir. The worthless pledge is gay, sir." I see him smiling in the mirror as he rubs the paddle against my butt. SMACK. "You're a faggot, aren't you? Tell me you're a faggot." SMACK! It's really starting to hurt now. "Yes sir! I'm a faggot sir!" I can feel some tears on my cheeks. "May I please have another sir!" Mark hands the paddle to Joey. It whistles through the air and strikes as Mark walks around in front of me. His crotch is staring me in the face. "Thank you sir. May I please have another?" I gasp through the burning. "You know we're not kidding, faggot." He says. "We've seen you checking out the guys." He steps closer. I can smell him. His jeans are tightly spread across his muscled legs. His basket is right at my nose. "Don't pretend to answer like a pledge." He grabs my hair and pulls my head up so I'm looking at him. "You suck dick, don't you?" "Sir?" I plead with him, staring into his eyes. Mark nods to Joey. The paddle swoops again, stinging hard. "I'm not fucking playing around. We saw you watching Robert the other day. And Bill said he saw you checking out some guy in the hallway after your history class. Now, tell the truth!" He shakes my head. "You're a faggot and you suck dick." I'm totally confused. I don't know what to do. "What...Sir, what do you..." SMACK! "Un!" The paddle slams into me, pushing my face against Mark's crotch. I can feel his cock against my face. "Are you gonna tell the truth before he beats you raw?" Mark demands, shaking my head again. "Now say it!" "Sir...Sir, I'm a faggot and I suck dick." I say, closing my eyes. I open them and look up at him. He's grinning down at me. "Yea. We knew it. Had an idea when you first rushed." Mark nods again. In the mirror, Joey walks back up the stairs. "Now look at what you want." He says, pointing at the bulge in his pants. I stare at it. His hands reach down. He unbuttons his pants. I'm shaking, I'm so frightened. I'm not sure if it's fright or anticipation. I'm scared, but I'm turned on all the same. Is this just a test? He slides his zipper down slowly, making a low ripping noise. "I've heard fags give great head." Mark says. He slides his jeans and shorts down his hips. His cock is not quite hard yet. It's large, easily six inches, cut. It's soft and very fat. He holds it in his hand, pointing it at my face. "Think you can make me cum, little cocksucker? You know you want it." I stare up at his face, shadowed by the overhead lights. Then back at his dick. "Suck it." he hisses at me. He pushes it against my lips. I breathe out quietly and open my jaw. He shoves his cock in and moans, filling my mouth. I shift my weight forward to slide as much of him into my throat as I can. I pull back until my lips are around his cockhead. I turn my head in rapid semi-circles then go all the way down again. "Oh yea..." Mark moans. "Suck my cock, boy." I use my weight to shift back and forward, plunging his cock in and out of my mouth. "Yea..." He says. He grabs my head and starts pistoning his dick in and out. "Oh man....suck my dick." His hips start jerking faster. He's getting close and I can taste him on my tongue. He puts his hand on the back of my head and starts slamming my face into his crotch. "Yea. Yea. Oh yea... I'm going to cum. I'm cumming... AHHH!" He moans. I try to pull away but he clamps his hand on the back of my head, still fucking my mouth. "Ummff.." I moan as I feel him spurt in my mouth. It tastes good, and I push forward, burying my face in his hair. His cock jams against the back of my throat. It spurts again and I'm swallowing quickly. "Ahhh fuck...Fuck!" Mark yells, reaching his peak. He releases me and I pull back a bit, He grabs his cock, pulling it out of my mouth. A long stream of cum shoots out into the air and onto my tongue. And suddenly there's flash from the right of me. It's Joey with a camera, snapping Mark cumming in my mouth and on my face. I try to jerk backward in surprise but Mark's left hand clamps on the back of my head. "OH YEA!" He yells again. His hand is pumping his dick, flying up and down. Another shot of cum flies out and hits me in the face, dripping down my nose. More cum is shooting, spurting out with Mark's hand, splashing my face, running into my mouth. The camera flashes again and again. "Oh yea. Oh man!" Mark groans. He slaps his dick against my face. Joey snaps another picture, this one of Mark's wet dick against my cum covered face. Mark yanks my head back by my hair and slides his cock back in my mouth. "Yea! Fucking good." He says. He jams is all the way in, his legs shaking from the intensity. He pulls out again and steps back. I push up on my arms, moving from all fours to a kneeling position. "What...what now?" I ask, wiping come from face with my hand. I look back and forth at both of them. Mark pulls his jeans up, buttoning his pants. "Well, first off, you've got a lot of work to do yet." He says. Joey hands him the instant pictures. He grins at them and holds them up for me to see. The photos are perfect. My face is crisp while Mark's is hidden, showing only from his torso to his hips. There is no blurring, they clearly show me on my hands and knees sucking on a cock, cum shooting in my mouth and on my face. "If everything works out well," Mark says, still grinning, "You'll get these pictures back and we won't have to send them to your parents." Joey moves forward and stands in front of me. "Now it's my turn." He says. He basket is right in front of my face. I know what to do. "Yes, sir." I say. I reach forward and unzip his pants. I can smell his musky scent. I pull out his dick. He's hard already. He's eight inches and uncut. I lean forward and suck his cock into my mouth. His dick stretches my jaws and I moan quietly. I use my hand and start pumping up and down, sucking hard. "Good job, faggot." Mark says. "I'll go up and get the rest of the brothers." ------------------------------------------------------------- |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/alleyway-encounter | From: hotsmile@aol.com (HotSmile) Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss Subject: STORY: Alleyway Encounter (m/m) Date: 8 Feb 1995 02:10:58 -0500 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 368 Message-ID: <3h9qq2$d63@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: hotsmile@aol.com (HotSmile) This story comes from a "saved" chat session. Through the miracle of a word processor, VIOLA! The dialogue is real and has only been changed for certain tenses. Standard Disclaimers apply. This is a story of rough MAN/MAN sex. If it offends you, read no further. Alleyway Encounter I saw him at the 7-11. I had walked over from the dorm to take a break from studying. He was about 17 or so. He was wearing shopworn, used, old jeans that hugged his tight butt and legs. His basket was clearly visible, hanging loosely in the denim. The jeans and his work boots had stains in spots, evidence of "honest work". His white T-shirt hugged him like a second skin, outlining his cut pecs. Dirty blond hair poked out from under his baseball cap. He turned from the cooler and suddenly I was staring into his ice-blue eyes. He grunted and pushed past me. I abruptly realized I was holding my breath and let it go with whisper. Shaking my head in wonder I finished my purchase and headed out of the store. I headed down the street toward my dorm building walking quietly in the dark. I'd gone a couple of blocks when I heard someone loudly say, "Hey, kid!" I looked around and realized it was coming from behind me. It was him, the guy from the 7-11. He jogged up behind me and grabbed my arm, propelling me in front of him. He moved fast forcing me into the next alley. His grip tightened and we didn't slow until we were at the end of the alley beside a big green dumpster. He yanked my hands over my head and shoved my back against the wall. A lone streetlight at the head of the alley cast an eerie glow. He reached for my wallet with his free hand and flipped it open. "Mitchell, huh?" He said, looking at my license. He used his fingers to fish out my cash, dropping the wallet, and stuffing the twenty dollar bill down his front pocket. "You're a faggot, aren't you?" he demanded. I looked at him wide-eyed. He grabbed my throat and knocked my head back. "Answer!" I was mesmerized and terrified. I nodded dumbly. "Yea, I knew you were when I caught you checking out my ass." He came closer, putting his lips near my ear, his voice lowering dangerously. "Wanna suck my dick, don't you, homo?" He ground his bulge against my leg, forcing his thigh between my legs, pushing it against my crotch. He leaned into me, his chest pressing against me. My dick stiffened against him. He smiled wickedly. "Yea, your lucky day, fag." He shoved me to the ground. "Get down there." He pushed his crotch into my face, rubbing it around my mouth. I could smell his sweat through his jeans. I could feel his hard dick. My breathing grew shallow and rapid. My cock was straining at my jeans. I stared up at him, towering over me, hungrily. His zipper made a ripping noise as he lowered it. He reached in and pulled out his cock. It slapped against my cheek, rubbing against me. "Suck my cock.." He held it's eight inches in front of my face, pushing the throbbing head against my lips. I dropped my jaw and he slid it in my mouth. "Yeah.....Open wide." He said, pushing the whole length inside my mouth. I gagged slightly as it pressed against the back of my windpipe. "Yea." He pushed it in further, then pulled it out almost all the way. Then he rammed it in again. He leaned against me, putting his palms against the wall for leverage. He started pumping his hips in and out. "Uh." He grunted. "I'm fuckin your face. You like your nose pinned in my thick dick fur, huh?" He looked down at me. He pushed his cock all the way so that my face was pressed against his belly, looking down at me. He started pumping again. I tightened my lips around his rod, moaning slightly, saliva dripping around his meat. "Yea, stick that thing in your mouth. Pound it in your face, my bone goin' in and out of your mouth." His dick started to get hotter. I could taste him. He shoved it in hard, pounding my throat. I tried to milk his cock with my mouth. I could taste him dripping. "Yea, you love it, don't you. Yea." He moaned, looking above. I reached around and grabbed his butt, feeling how firm and tight his ass was. I pulled him toward me, pushing his cock further into my throat. "Un!" He growled, sweat dripping off his nose. "I'm fuckin' your mouth like a cheap whore's pussy." He jammed his cock in and out of my throat. I sucked hard on it, my cheeks caving in. I ran my hands up and down his butt, feeling his legs. "Oh yea!" He growled. "I'm gonna pour my load in your mouth." His pistoning quickened, banging my head against the wall. Saliva drooled out of my mouth as I moaned. My dick was rock hard in my pants. I felt wetness at the tip of his dick. He pumped his dick into the back of throat. "Un! Un! Un!" He grunted with each thrust. He stiffened and I felt his cock throb against my tongue. "I'm cumin' in your mouth faggot!.....Drink it!" He yelled. He shook and I felt his cum shoot down my throat, forcing me to swallow fast. He groaned and let his dick slip between my lips. It flopped out and slapped wetly against my face, twitching. It left a line of spit and cum on my cheek. I sucked the tip into my mouth, holding it in my hand. I licked up and down the length. I stared up at him, lusting for this kid who'd just fucked my face. I kept my hold on his cock. "Yea... I'm your faggot... make me take it." I pleaded. I sucked his cock into my mouth and then let him pull it out. My breath was coming in short gasps. "Use me. Shoot that load. Let me swallow it." He put his hand around the base of his dick and slapped his meat in my face. He put his other hand on my forehead and shoved his cock back into my mouth. "Suck that dick faggot.....lick my balls....I'm gonna fuck your tight ass next!." I suctioned hard on his cock, wanting him to stay stiff. "You're a good little cocksucker." I moaned when he pulled it out. He slapped it against my face again. "Oh man... yea ... push me down make me clean your dick." I begged as he tapped the tip against my lips. His baseball cap was at a wild angle. His face was pointed down at me, silhouetted by the streetlight, hiding his features. Sweat dripped off of his nose and landed on my face. Abruptly, he jabbed all eight inches into my mouth forcing its full length in. "Yea." He said, his voice low and husky. "I'm grindin' my dick down your throat." He put his hands on the back of my head and started pumping his dick in hard and fast. "Un. Fuckin' that mouth real good." He shifted his weight slightly and grabbed my hair. He jerked my head back and forth, pounding my face into his pubic hair, his balls slapping my chin. He pulled his cock out and tightened his grip on my hair, shaking my head from left to right. "You're lovin' it fag!....little whore!" He said. He jerked my head back, his dick bobbing in front of me. I opened my lower jaw, wanting to taste it again. His hand slapped against my face. "Aren't you?!" I moaned. "Yea, I want it... I'm begging for it... slap my face with it.... make me plead for it." He yanked on my hair again. He dragged me up to a standing position. "Turn around faggot....spread your legs." He rolled me against the wall until my face and stomach were pressed against the bricks. He pulled my arms over my head, pushing my palms against the building. I heard his top button pop as he opened his jeans He reached around and yanked at my top button. He shoved my jeans down below my hips. He yanked on the back of my briefs, pulling them down roughly. My dick jumped over the waistband as it passed, twitching against the wall. He put his hand against the back of my head and pushed my face into the building. I felt him press his body in contact with me. His hard-on pressed against my butt. "Spread your legs....get that ass ready." He ordered. He put his boots against my feet and kicked them apart. I was whimpering with anticipation and fear. I wanted it bad. I wanted to feel it. I spread, raising my butt for a better angle. "Yea." He growled, his breath hot in my ear. He rubbed his dick, slick with spit up and down my crack. He pushed the knob up against my ass. "I'm stickin' my 8 inch cock in your tight ass." I felt him push it in slightly. The pain hit almost immediately as he forced it in. "Yea... Yea! I can feel it... Wait please wait a second just let me relax." He was as hard as iron, pushing his cock inside my ass. It shoved up against my sphincter. I inhaled sharply at the pain. "FUCK NO!" He said and knocked my head into the wall. "Shut up and take it...I'm pushin' it all the way in!" I felt him lean against me with all his weight. His cock forced it's way past like a metal pole, impaling me, ripping me open. "Ooohhh baby it feels good in there." He moaned. "Uh ahhh!" I yelled. "Oh Jesus. I can feel you push it all the way in....wait please wait just wait a second." I begged. He ignored me and pulled his dick out, shoving it back in hard. "Un! Un!" I gasped as he jerked it in and out, burning my ass from the shear force of his eight inch rod sliding inside me. He pulled his dick out so that the tip was up against my asshole. I breathed with relief. "Now gimme that hot ass." He ordered. "Push back on my cock....fuck my cock faggot." I slumped against the wall in relief. "Wait, please." I begged. "Give me a second." I pressed my body against the cool brick, trying to catch my breath. He stepped to my side so fast I didn't quite see him. His fist slammed against my kidney, just hard enough to get my attention. "You better, or I'll fuck you till you bleed!" He jerked me back around so he was behind me again and jammed his cock inside my ass for good measure, pumping it in and out a few times, making me yelp. He yanked it out again and moved back a step. "Uh yes sir! I'll fuck your cock sir!" I bent a bit at the waist and looked back, bracing myself against the building. I pushed back until I felt the pressure build against my ass. He put his hand around his cock and shoved it inside. I pushed toward him, feeling his dick go all the way in. I tightened my stomach muscles and sphincter, feeling his rod pull out. I did it again. Then again. "Faster bitch....fuck it real good.....make it cum." I bent some more and started pushing back as fast as I could. All at once, He pulled me against him, burying his cock to the hilt. I hissed all of the air out of my lungs as I felt it jab inside me. He held onto my waist, leaning his chest against my bent over form. He kicked my feet, collapsing me. He held onto me, keeping me impaled on his long cock. He made me drop to my hands and knees, facing down the alleyway. He reached up and yanked my head back by my hair, forcing me to look up at the alley light, riding me like a horse. He shook my head back and forth. He kept up his pace, pushing his hard dick in and out. "I'm fuckin you like you want it fag." He said heavily between breaths. "Yes sir yes sir." I moaned. I pushed back, feeling his dick slice in and out. "I can feel how hard you are." He jabbed his cock in harder, moving faster. "Yea use me... I'm a fag... I wanna get fucked hard by you." "It's hard and thick." He said. His cock jabbed forward, buried to the hilt. He rubbed his hair against my butt. "I'm strechin' your tight ass, I'm gonna make you sit on it next slut!" "Yea." I moaned. His balls slapped against my ass. My whole body jerked with the force of each thrust. He yanked my hair again, shaking my head. "Make me beg for your cock." His fucking got faster. His cock was going in and out in quick bursts. His breathing was ragged. "In gonna use your faggot ass as a cum dumpster!" He said, pulling back on my hair. He pulled out fast and jabbed it all the way in, punching his cock all the way in, again and again. "I'm gonna keep you beggin' for more." "Uh uh uh! Fuck me!" I yelled. I was crying, tears starting to run down my face. "It hurts but I want it... I want you to use me." I pushed my ass against him, tightening my muscles. "Oooohh yeah!....that's good!" He moaned, his balls slapping my cheeks. He heard me whimpering and shook my head hard, ripping on my hair. "Stop cryin' and take it like a man!" He reached over and knocked my arms out from under me. I dropped onto the pavement, he shoved my face into the ground, my butt in the air. He braced himself on his legs and held himself up propping himself up with his arms, arching his body. I could feel his dick slamming in and out of my stretched ass. My face was jammed into the pavement. I moaned softly. "Make me beg." My own cock was rock hard by now. It was jumping and twitching from my ass getting pounded. "I'm pumpin' you real good." He grunted. His abdomen made slapping noises against my cheeks. He slammed his cock in and out. "You good for nothin' fag.....I'm gonna' cum!!!!" He was tearing me apart. "I'm splitting open." I yelled, my face jerking against the ground. "I need it hard! Teach this queer how to serve a man!!" I pushed up against him, helping him get in deeper. His rod was sliding in and out fast and smooth now. "Oh yeah baby....shove that ass up on my dick!" He ordered. I was milking his cock with my ass, squeezing it. He slapped my ass. "Yeah....I'm cummmin'!.....oh yeah baby....shit!" "Shoot your load in my faggot ass....pump that dick in!" He kept pistoning and groaning, finally collapsing on top of me. I moaned and yelled as my own cock jerked. My load shot out and splashed against the pavement. He pulled out, kneeling behind me. "It's runnin' out your ass." He said, sliding his cock between my cheeks, smearing them with cum. "You're a good little faggot....can I fuck you again sometime?" He flipped me over onto my back. My dick was jumping up against my stomach, dripping cum. "Faggots need to get fucked." I said to him. I looked at his boy face, his great body. My jaw dropped open, staring at his still hard, dripping dick. His ice-blue eyes drilled into mine. "Do it.....suck it again.....suck it longer this time." I got up on all fours and crawled toward him. I opened my mouth and pushed forward. His cock slid in. I sucked it all the way into my throat, savoring the taste, burying my face in his wiry hair again. "You faggots love dick don't you?...Gotta have it every day!" He said. I let his cock slip out. I held it in my hand, wet with my spit. "Yes sir." I said. I lapped at his rod. I ran my tongue over it, cleaning all the cum off. I loved the musty taste. "You'd go crazy if you didn't have my dick wouldn't you cocksucker?" He said, watching me. I sucked his cock into my mouth again. I let it slip out, jacking it with my hand, "Uh uh. Yes sir... I'm just hear for your dick. He leaned back against the wall, yanking my face down on his dick. "I'll make it hard again." I moaned to him. "It's already hard!....Keep suckin sissy!" He pushed on the back of my head, forcing his cock into my throat. He yanked my mouth off his dick suddenly. His hand slapped my face with a crack. "YEAH....I'M GONNA TRAIN YOU HOW TO SUCK MY COCK JUST RIGHT....MAKE ME CUM DOWN YOUR NASTY THROAT." He jerked my face down by my hair. He started pumping my head up and down. His cock jammed into my windpipe. I relaxed my throat muscles and he forced his cock farther down. "Bet you had lots of dick down that throat....right fag!" I moaned. "Yes sir....choke me with it....I can suck your dick... teach me how...make me learn what it's like with a man." He pulled me down hard again, burying my nose in his hair, his balls against my lips. I slipped up and down, working my jaw, getting his dick hard and slick with saliva. "I'm gettin' close." He groaned. I grabbed his pole and started jacking it at the same time I slid my mouth up and down his eight inches. "Oh yeah, make me cum faggot.....taste that hot cum in your mouth!" He ordered. He yanked my head up and down on his fuckstick. He pounded my face into his hair. I wanted it, I could taste it. I needed that manjuice. "It's lodged down your throat! I'm pourin' cum into it!" He yelled. His palm started slapping sharply against the back of my head. "Oh yea...slap you faggot.. fags gotta learn to suck." He jerked hard on my hair, jamming his cockhead farther down my throat than before. "I'm cummmmmin'!" His dick started to spasm, jerking against my mouth. Just as quickly, he jerked my mouth off his dick by my hair. He gripped his hard-on and pointed it, shooting cum on my face and in my hair. The smell of his semen overwhelmed me. I opened my mouth, taking some shots on my tongue. I had cum dripping on my face, drying in my hair. It was leaking out of my sore ass from his big tool. He let out a deep breath, pushing me away. He stood up, stretching. He looked beautiful in the dim light. He bent down and pulled his shorts, boxers I noticed now, and his jeans up. He pulled the zipper, looking down at me. He buttoned them. "Yeah baby....you're a good cocksucker. I'm gonna make you suck my dick every night.....rape your ass too!" I pushed myself to my knees, my pants a mess around my thighs. "Yes sir... Thank you sir." Cum dripped down my face. "I hope that next time when you force me on my knees that you bring some of your friends with you." He stepped forward real fast. His hand smacked my face hard, smearing cum. "Fuck no!...You're just for me faggot...Don't forget it!" He wiped his palm roughly on my shirt "I'll kick your faggot ass if you suck any other cock from now on!....I mean it!" "Yes sir." I said. Looking at his beautiful face. "I'll only suck your cock." "Good...see ya tomorrow night." He started to walk out of the alley. He stopped and turned back to look at me. "Be good fag." He walked away again. He started laughing, shaking his head. "Gotta go...my girlfriend's coming.....thanks faggot.....great little cocksucker!" |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/giving-head-to-str8-stockboys | Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2000 16:40:33 EST From: SykQuinn@aol.com Subject: Giving Head To The Str8 Stockboys This story is a pure fantasy, based on real characters. I am the manager of a warehouse, where we hire temporary summer help. They are typically college and high school students who are on summer break. It is my job to interview, hire, and supervise the part time stock workers. Although I try to hire the most qualified workers, it does not hurt for them to be good looking with nice bodies, as well. I was in my mid thirties at the time of this story. I consider myself to be a masculine and straight acting, but I do not pretend to have a girlfriend; and so the workers can usually figure out that I am probably gay, but no one talks about the issue. I do not come on to the young workers, but I do look at them, and have intense jerk off sessions in bed at night, thinking about the cuter of the teen stock boys. That March, I had hired Ralph to work part time around his college schedule. Ralph was one of the less attractive boys, to me. (See, I told you that I don't only hire the guys for their looks.) He is Italian, nineteen, with acne and a wispy little mustache. He is about five feet, nine inches tall, and probably weighs around one hundred sixty-five pounds. Ralph is not ugly, but not someone that I gave a second thought about sexually. My favorite sexual act is to give head to young straight or bi guys. But I am kind of picky about the guys who I like to suck off, and Ralph did not ever enter my sexual fantasies. I would be very surprised several months later, when Ralph played a key role in one of my most intense sexual experiences. Ralph stayed on the job, and worked full time during the summer. I had recently hired two other young fellows. One's name was Steve, and Steve was totally my type. He was seventeen at the time of his interview. He was a senior in high school, and came into my office after school. He was wearing faded jeans and a white tee shirt. Steve had a bright white smile, and a firm hand shake. He seemed to be a very confident young man. He was also a very attractive young man, about six-one, and weighed around one hundred eight five solid pounds. He is also Italian, with very curly brown hair. Steve has a ruddy complexion, part boy and part man, as I could see the beginnings of darker whiskers on his otherwise smooth boyish face. He was animated in his manner of speech and readily smiled in a friendly way. His charm caused me to smile too. As he answered my very general questions, my eyes roved down his solid chest to his trim waist, and to his tight jeans, showing a very nice bulge in the soft denim of his crotch. I quickly averted my eyes when I realized that I was staring, but as my eyes returned to his face, I could see him looking at me, as if to ask what the hell I was looking at. Obviously a boy as good looking as Steve was, had been stared at by men before. I regained my composure and concluded the interview. I told Steve that he was hired and could start the following Monday, which was his first day of summer recess. He grinned again, reached out to shake my hand and thanked me very much. I hoped that he had not really noticed that I had been checking him out, as I shook his hand, and told him what time to report to work on Monday. As he turned around to leave my office, I saw an equally fine ass in those soft denim jeans. That weekend I jerked my dick many times, thinking about pulling down those jeans, and burying my face in that tight teen aged ass crack. I bet that his young butt tasted good, and I also pictured that bulge in the front of his jeans naked and in full arousal. And I of course devoured his big Italian sausage, until he fed me gobs and gobs of str8 teen cum. I looked forward to, and also dreaded him working with me all summer long. Little did I know what would actually happen. I am pretty good friends with a twenty-two year old girl named Lynn working in the office. She had eaten lunch with Steve and Ralph a few times, and told me some interesting things. She said that Ralph, (the pimply faced boy) was always talking about me to the other employees. He told everyone that I was a faggot, and that he over heard me on the telephone with my boyfriend. This was a lie, as I did not have a boyfriend, and did not talk to any of my gay friends on the phone at work in any manner that could lead anyone to think that I was talking to my boyfriend. I asked Lynn what Steve had to say about it. She told me that Steve just laughed along with Ralph. A few days later, Ralph and I were checking a delivery together, and he started to tell me about his previous boss. He said that the manager of the fast food restaurant that he had worked in, was gay, and that he had made a pass at Ralph. He asked me what I thought about that. I felt that he was setting me up for something, and that he would twist this conversation, and tell the other guys that I tried to grab his dick or something. So I just told him that that the manager was wrong to do that, as people should not try to impose their values on others, unless the other person showed interest. He surprisingly let the subject drop. But I knew that he was testing me. This created a rather uncomfortable situation for me, but I knew that the summer would end and this crew would be gone, to go back to school. I continued to lust after Steve, but tried not to be obvious in my looks towards him. But I know that he could tell, and I got further reports that Ralph continued to ridicule me behind my back. The night that all hell broke loose came in mid August, a week before the summer help was to be laid off. We had a company softball game against another business in the area. It was a hot steamy August afternoon. We closed the warehouse early and all went to the softball field. The guys on both teams brought beer, and a lot of drinking went on throughout the game. Some of the guys removed their shirts in the late afternoon August sun. Ralph kept his tee shirt on, but Steve at first unbuttoned his baseball jersey, giving me my first glimpse at his bare chest and stomach. I could see a very tight, smooth body through the open flaps of his jersey. Upon more gazing, I could see a small patch of black hair in the center of his chest, and a small tuft near his navel, with a thin line of hair going down into his pants. After a couple of innings, he removed his shirt completely. I could not concentrate on playing softball. I wanted Steve, badly. And he knew it too. As the game progressed I saw the thick black hair in his armpits, and I saw the bulge in his crotch as he ran around the bases, and in the field playing shortstop. After the game ended, we finished up the beer. I had lost track of Steve, as I was talking with other people, when I noticed Ralph and Steve sitting off to the side in the bleachers, laughing and drinking their beer. I saw them look towards me, and Ralph kind of waved to me. I finished my conversation and walked over to the somewhat drunk boys. Ralph had a very knowing grin on his face as I approached the bleachers. Steve still had his shirt off and he was leaning back against the row of bleachers behind him, with his muscular arms behind his head, exposing the black hair of his sweaty pits. I could smell the very masculine, and to me intoxicating odor coming from his young body. I was becoming lost in lust, being this near to a sweaty, bare chested and possibly available Steve. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, as I noticed the sweat dripping off his chest and down his sides. I greeted the two guys, and asked what was up. Why did Ralph beckon me over? Ralph looked over at Steve with a sly grin, and then looked back at me. He hemmed and hawed in a comical manner, and Steve laughed out loud. Finally Ralph spoke. " Hey Mike. You are a pretty descent boss to work for, but Steve and me wanted to ask you a question. " I didn't say anything, but I felt a fear in the pit of my stomach, but I also felt a stirring in my groin, as I waited for Ralph to continue. He again looked to Steve, and they both started laughing again. I wanted to know what was going on. Ralph looked toward Steve and said, "You ask him Steve." "No way man," Steve answered. "This whole thing is your idea." "O.K.," Ralph finally said, as he looked at me. "Me and Steve notice how you look at us guys, and we wanted to know if you are gay?". I sort of expected this question, but was still caught unprepared in how to respond. All I could say was, "Why do you want to know?". Ralph's knowing grin of before had now turned into a rather sadistic grin as he looked down at me. "Well, because Steve and me have a little proposition for you," Ralph answered. "Go on," I said. "You see Mike. We need to make some extra money, and I was telling Steve that I had heard that some fags like to pay young guys like us to give us head." Ralph then grabbed his crotch and looked back at me with a very confident look. As I mentioned earlier, I was not attracted to Ralph, but I was very into Steve, and they seemed to be a team, so I took the next step. "How much are you guys looking for? I asked. Instead of answering me, Ralph totally ignored me and turned to talk to Steve. "You see. You see. I told you so, He is a fag, and we are going to make some money." They continued to ignore me as they slapped hands and gave high five's as if Ralph had just hit a game winning home run. They finished off their beer and Ralph looked at me. "Fifty each to suck us off. We're not fags, but we talked about it. We need the cash and you look hungry for dick." With that both Steve and Ralph broke out in laughter. They were having fun calling their boss all of the names that were said about me behind my back. I would have been happier paying the full hundred to Steve and leaving Ralph out of it, but I could see that this was Ralph's plan. And it would have to be both of them. I could not pass up the chance to suck Steve's cock, and so I agreed. They guys told me to drive them to Ralph's apartment building, where he lived with his family. I asked if we would be alone, and Ralph told me in a very teasing manner not to worry about anything. He and Steve would tell me what to do. "I am the boss now Mike," Ralph said. I tell you what to do. Ralph was enjoying this dominant role over me, and I was totally into living out my fantasy of serving two of my young str8 workers. At the same time. I wondered if they would be watching me suck each other? Or if we would go to a private room for the blow jobs. These eighteen and nineteen year old boys were my masters now and I was enjoying being at their beck and call. They made me stop at a convenience store and buy more beer on the way. I parked my car on Ralph's block, and they walked out ahead of me, telling me to carry the beer. I followed them down the street. They turned into an alley and I followed. This did not seem to be the entrance to the apartment building. I tried to ask where we were going, but Ralph put his finger to his lips and told me to be quiet and just follow them. I could not back down now, and I obediently followed. They walked to the end of the alley that was adjacent to the apartment building. There were steps going down in the back of the alley. I reached the top of the steps and saw the guys opening a door and walking in. I followed into the basement storage room. It was dark until Ralph pulled a switch and a single light bulb went on in what was a dark dirty cellar. Ralph said that he had once brought a girl here and she had given him head, so he figured it was a good place to have a faggot do the same. He told me to hand them the beer. He closed the latch on the door, so no one would surprise us. They both drank their beer without offering me any. Then Ralph turned to me and said. "If you want to go through with this, you have to obey everything we tell you to do. And I mean everything. Understand faggot?" "Yes," I said. Ralph said, "Yes, what?" I knew what he meant."Yes sir," I replied. "That's better. Now strip naked faggot." I was stunned. I had no intention of taking my clothes off. "I don't understand. I only want to suck dick. Why should I take off my clothes?" "Because I said so, faggot," Ralph replied. "Remember who's boss now, queer boy? Strip now faggot or we call the whole thing off." I weighed my options and knew that sadistic Ralph had planned this and was taking every opportunity to thoroughly humiliate me. And I had very submissive fantasies, regarding young straight guys, and so I knew that this scenario had to be played out. I was not in top physical condition and was embarrassed as I removed my T-shirt, showing my naked upper body. I go to the gym and was okay for my age, but I was embarrassed to show my body to Ralph and Steve. I stood there holding my tee shirt in my hand when Ralph grinned at me and said. "Throw your shirt in on the floor and keep stripping." I knew that the floor was dirty but decided that my washing machine would clean it and I could feel my cock hardening in my jeans. Then Steve spoke for one of the first times. "You keep looking at our dicks at work all day. It's time for you to strip and show us your dick before you suck ours." I opened my fly and began to remove the belt buckle when Ralph stopped me. "Don't be stupid faggot," Ralph said to me. "How can you take your pants off with your shoes still on?" Steve laughed. I reached down to unlace my sneakers and kicked them off. I looked up at them and Steve said, "Now the pants, asshole. Do we have to tell you how to take your clothes off? Hurry, hurry," he laughed. I quickly took my jeans off and slipped them over my feet, I set them down on the concrete floor near my tee shirt and sneakers. I now stood there wearing only my socks and jockey shorts. My dick was not fully hard, but definitely stirring. I just stood there waiting for my next order. Ralph walked over to me and got right up in my face. I could smell the beer on his breath as he pursed his lips to mimic a lisping faggot. "Come on now sweetie. Be a good girl and take off your little panties." Both boys laughed as I reached down to the waistband of my jockey shorts. I took a deep breath and as if having to jump in the cold ocean, I decided to dive right in and just pulled them down to my ankles and then slipped them off, and stood there naked, except for my socks on the dirty floor of the basement. And my cock started to rise. Ralph of course, noticed and pointed it out to Steve. My face turned red, but my dick stood up to it's full six inches and was bobbing in excitement. "What a faggot," Ralph said. I stood there with my hands at my sides and my erection bobbing in front of me, waiting for the sex to begin. But instead, they each opened fresh beers as I stood there naked and shamefully erect, with these two str8 teenagers still fully dressed, drinking their beer and for the time being ignoring me. After a few minutes, Ralph again walked over to me and he put his face up close to mine. Despite his acne, I thought that he was not a bad looking guy. Ralph got real close like he was going to kiss me, when he backed off and let out a loud wet burp right in my face. I could smell the beer and even felt my face get wet from his spittle, but I stood there and accepted the humiliation. Steve watched and grinned. Ralph stepped back a couple of paces and looked down at my naked body. "You go to the gym all the time faggot. You should be in better shape. You got flabby titties," he said as he reached out and pinched my right nipple. I yelled out that it hurt. He laughed and said, "I can squeeze my girl's titties if I want, right girl?". "Yes, sir," I answered. Both boys were laughing and drinking and having a good time at my expense. Ralph then walked over to me and looked at my hard cock. He took his forefinger and pushed it back against his thumb, and thrust his finger into my hard dick, as if he was shooting bottle caps. "Ouch!", I yelled out. "You are hurting me." Ralph looked down at my hard cock with a derisive look. "Then, why is your faggot little dick still hard, if I am hurting you?" I had no answer and hung my head down toward the floor as Ralph kept flicking his finger on my cock. It remained hard and was bouncing up and down when I felt some pre cum forming and leaking out of my dick head. I was very excited by this situation, when Ralph spoke again. "Now get down on your hands and knees and crawl over to Steve," Ralph ordered. He continued, "Everyone knows that you are hot for Steve. You are such an obvious faggot. Well, now you can crawl over to the boy of your dreams, faggot." I got down on the dirty floor and began to crawl towards Steve, when I felt Ralph take his hand and slap my ass very hard. I let out a yell, and both boys were hysterically laughing. Ralph told me to move faster or he would keep slapping me. I moved more quickly and found myself right in front of beautiful Steve. My face was at crotch level as I looked up at his naked upper body and could smell his body odor and the distinctive smell of a young man's crotch. My dick remained as hard as it had ever been. I looked up and could see shirtless Steve looking down at me, naked on my knees on the dirty cellar floor. "Suck my cock you motherfuckin faggot." Steve ordered. I reached up to unfasten his pants. His hard stomach brushed against my fingers as I opened the snap on his pants. I pulled his zipper down and could see the outline of Steve's still soft cock. I pulled the pants down and tried to pull them all the way off, when Steve spoke. "They're down far enough for you to blow me." I then lowered his boxers and was surprised to see how hairy Steve's crotch was. Much like his armpits, there was a thick bush around his eighteen year old cock. And what a cock it was. Must have been six inches in it's soft state. I took his cock in my mouth and could smell his masculine young scent. Sweaty balls and teenage funk on his dick made me forget my uncomfortable position, naked on the concrete floor of the storage basement. Ralph stood silently a few feet away, but was watching intently as I took Steve's cock in my mouth. I sucked it all the way back in my mouth and could feel the teen's cock hardening in my mouth. I felt it throb and expand until I had to take my mouth off and I examined the young Italian's hard cock for the first time. It was about eight thick inches, and I bet that some young pussies had been stretched out to accommodate handsome young Steve's monster dick. I grabbed onto the back of Steve's thighs, as I got ready for some serious dick sucking. I bobbed up and down and attempted to take Steve's big dick down my throat, but it was way too big. I used my left hand to jack his cock while I sucked as much as I could down. Steve was enjoying the blow job. He started to curse under his breath, and I could hear him as he thrust his hard cock in and out of my mouth. "Suck my cock," he moaned. "Suck it, you mother fuckin' faggot. Suck my dick bitch. Suck my dick." His constant stream of curses and his throbbing cock in my throat made my own naked dick harder. I reached down and started to jerk off, when I felt a hand slap mine away. Ralph had been watching me and made me stop jerking off. I felt like a little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Steve was getting closer and closer to shooting. I felt his hands grab the back of my head and he forced his big dick down my throat. I began to gag, but he wouldn't let up. I was getting used to him when I tasted the first blast of cum in my mouth. "Take it, take it, take it," Steve chanted, as his cum started to shoot. He started moaning and cursing as I could feel his hot thick cum filling my mouth, and running down my chin. I could not swallow until he pulled his big dick back a bit, and I gladly took the pungent load down my throat. I licked the post orgasm cum that formed on his penis when Steve pushed me away, and began to pull up his pants. I had fallen down, when Steve roughly pushed me back, and I was now lying on my side on the dirty cellar floor. I tried to get up when Ralph walked over and used his sneaker covered foot to push my chest back down, so I was now laying flat on my back, with my cock as hard as ever. Ralph stood over me, sneering at me with his dirty sneaker pressing against my chest, when he told me. "Jerk your little cock. Show us what you look like when you are jacking that little pecker, thinking about giving us blow jobs." I did not try to argue and reached my right hand around Ralph's foot which was now lightly pressing my chest. I began to jerk myself, when Ralph took his foot off my chest and walked in between my legs. He moved my thighs apart, with his foot and now had his sneaker pressing against my balls. He was caressing my balls with his sneaker. And it was making me more excited, as I continued jerking off. "Don't cum, faggot," Ralph ordered. I was getting very close and quickly released my cock. "It is time for you to suck my dick now," Ralph told me. Ralph then said, "One dick down, one to go faggot." I would have been willing to pay he full hundred and just go, but I saw that Ralph's dick was hard in his sweatpants. He must have gotten excited watching me blow Steve. Ralph wanted to be sucked off too. But he wanted more than just a blow job. He got off on humiliating me. "Stand up now faggot," Ralph ordered. I stood naked and hard, with Steve's cum still dripping from my mouth in front of my stock boys. I wondered how I could face them at work the next day. Thank God they only had a week and a half to go, before leaving. "Look at the faggot's little dick," Ralph said. "He really loves sucking cock, And he really ate all your cum. That is totally disgusting and sick. How low will you go faggot?" he mocked me. I did not answer, but stood there waiting. Ralph then spoke. "Come over to me now, and suck me off." I waited to be told if I should crawl, and I decided to just do it, I got on my hands and knees and crawled over to Ralph. Both boys were amused by my show of obedience and submissiveness. Ralph was standing a few feet from the now dressed Steve. He had even put his baseball shirt back on in the cooler, musky smelling basement. I reached up to open Ralph's sweat pants, but he had something else in mind. He did not say anything, but with that superior smirk of his, he removed my hands from his waist, and he pushed my shoulders down until my face was down on the ground. "Kiss my feet first, faggot," Ralph barked out at me. I had had enough. "I am not kissing your feet Ralph," I bravely said. "I will pay you both, but I am ready to leave. "Your cock is still hard," Ralph pointed out derisively. "I don't care," I said. I am leaving. Ralph turned toward Steve. "Grab his clothes, Steve," Ralph told his friend. Steve quickly ran over and grabbed my jeans, jockey shorts and shirt, leaving me naked with only my sneakers remaining on the floor. "Steve, you hold on to the faggot's clothes. If he does not do as we say, we will leave with his clothes and his wallet, too," Ralph announced. I knew that I had no choice and bowed my head down again. "Now kiss my sneaker, faggot," Ralph once again ordered. I put my head down and licked the top of Ralph's running shoe. I continued to lick the relatively clean top of the sneaker, when Ralph lifted his foot and put the bottom of his sneaker against my lips. "Lick my dirty shoe, you sick mother fucker," Ralph told me. If you eat another man's cum, then what is a little dirt, faggot? I resisted and Ralph said, "If you don't obey, we will leave you here, and take your clothes and your wallet. Don't test me faggot. I am serious." I took the dirty sneaker in my mouth and could taste dust and mud, but I had no choice. After only a few seconds of this, Ralph asked, "Is your dick still hard? Roll over on your back and show us, faggot." I was now filthy from spending the last twenty minutes naked on the basement floor. I rolled over, and indeed, I was still hard. Ralph took his now wet sneaker and again rubbed it against my bare balls. "Jerk it some more queer boy," Ralph ordered. "But remember, don't cum until we give you permission." I mindlessly obeyed. I stopped when I felt close and then Ralph got real close to my face again, only this time I was flat on my back. He moved close to me and told me to open my mouth. It was like when he burped in my face before, but now he hocked up a wad of phlegm and spit in my open mouth. "Keep jerking off, faggot," Ralph ordered, as he let out another wad in my face. "You want to spit on him too Steve?", Ralph offered his friend. "No man," I am ready to leave here. Is he going to blow you now," Steve asked? "Okay Steve. We can wrap this up now," Ralph said. He then pulled his sweat pants and boxers down. Ralph was all ready hard, and in spite his making fun of my "little dick," he was of equal size or slightly smaller than me. Steve was no longer watching, as he was waiting over near the door with my clothes. I got up and swallowed Ralph's entire hard cock. I was able to deep throat his six inches without the gagging that Steve's big dick had caused. Ralph was mostly silent and then pulled on my ears as he fucked my throat harder. I thought that he was getting ready to cum, as I could taste the pre cum leaking out of his cock. And just when I expected his load, he pulled his dick out of my mouth. He turned around and spread his ass cheeks. "Now lick my asshole. Bitch." "Eat my filthily ass you homo! " Ralph ordered. I did not want to eat Ralph's ass any more than I had wanted to taste his dirty sneaker, but I knew that I had to obey. He pushed his bare ass in my face, and I had to stick my tongue in the crack. It was sweaty and I could feel a furry line of hair, as I serviced his ass. After only a merciful few minutes of ass eating, Ralph turned around, grabbed my head and thrust his cock back in my mouth and down my throat. I took it and soon he began moaning that he was cuming, and he shot the first blast right down my throat. I could feel his cum, but not taste it. As he continued thrusting, I could taste the next two blasts. Surprisingly sweeter tasting than sexy Steve's cum, and I drank it down. I kept sucking till Ralph pulled out of my mouth. I stayed on my knees as Ralph stood there with his softening cock still near my lips. I was ready to get up and ask for my clothes back, when Ralph told me to stay on my knees. He stepped back and told me to lay down and jerk off. I obeyed as my erection had not gone down. Ralph then told me to take his dick in my mouth again. I wondered if he wanted another blow job. But he squatted down over me and first told me to lick his balls. I did and continued to stroke my cock, as I licked his hairy nuts. I asked if I could cum. Ralph told me to take his dick head back in my mouth and then I could cum. I felt his soft spongy post orgasmic cock in my mouth as I started to feel my balls erupting. At about the same time I could feel liquid running in my mouth and wondered if Ralph was cumming again, without even getting hard. I then realized that he was pissing in my mouth. And I was cumming at the same time. I had never drank piss before and closed my mouth but had accumulated a mouthful of piss to go along with the remnants of Ralph's cum in my mouth. I turned my head and spit it out on the basement floor, but Ralph backed off and was still pissing in my face, in my hair, and down my chest. He had drank a lot of beer and was enjoying using his cock sucking, faggot boss as a human toilet. I finished cumming and just lay there while Ralph finished using me as a urinal. He then backed off, pulled up his sweats and joined Steve near the door. He grabbed my wallet out of my pants and took a wad of bills. "We took an extra tip, faggot. You had a good time too. look at the faggot cum all over you." Steve then opened the door with me still laying naked on the floor covered in cum and piss. He then threw my clothes back in my direction. Ralph followed Steve out and left the door unlocked and open. The late afternoon sun shined in on the entrance way to the basement. I felt so exposed and violated and so very satisfied. I would appreciate hearing any comments that you have at SykQuinn@aol.com. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/a-day-at-the-beach | From: Cody & Cory Foster <102772.1536@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.tickling
Subject: [M/M] Personal True Story # 1
Date: 27 Sep 1995 20:48:19 GMT
A Day at the Beach
I have found myself sporting a 'woody' whenever I pass a tanned blond man
with arms raised, or feet propped up or as happened one time just last
week on the beach at Clearwater, FL(on the Gulf of Mexico)..I was out with
a child of a friend of mine on the beach (he:looking for sea shells...me:
looking for tanned studlies) & we happened upon a really
drop-dead-gorgeous 'head' sticking out of the sand, & two tanned easily
size 11+ feet sticking out of the sand about 3 feet in front of him...The
sand all around where he was buried appeared as level as any where else
around him, but was noticably darker from having lots of water poured on
it ( I suppose to firm it up & make it impossible for this guy to escape
its suction-like clutches...He asked my ward to help dig him up...I had
other plans first...I whispered to him to tease this young guy first by
trying to tickle his feet &
tell him to ask nicer...well, two or three fingernail rakes across this
guys feet & he went ballistic with the maniacal laughter...I sent Martin
to play with the other kids & his MOM up the beach & promised to free this
poor unfortunate soul...(heh, heh, heh)
Then I sat down beside him & asked him to tell me how he managed to get
into such a "ticklish situation"?..all the while bringing my right hand
closer to his exposed left foot unbeknownst to him...He appeared a little
nervous & tried to say that his girlfriend had buried him there about 2
hours before at 6:30 in the morning!
Being still early & a schoolday, I could see that the beach was thinly
populated & decided to let go with my fantasies & really "test" this
sucker for all he (or I) could stand! I asked him if he had really tried
to free himself or was he just relaxing...he said she asked him to sit on
his palms & had buried him pouring water every few inches to set the
sand...when I was sure this sounded that he could not get free to chase me
down & beat the HELL out of me for what I intended to do, I started raking
his bare left arch & was greeted with immediate explosive laughter! My
cock got hard instantly to such a size as I hadn't seen in a few years...I
started to masturbate on the outside of my thong suit while tickling this
poor guy's feet for all it was worth...He kept trying between fits of
insane laughter to plead with me for mercy & offering to do anything to
stop my attack....."Anything?," I asked of
him, all the while stroking my cock........His eyes got really huge & he
started to curse at me, saying he wasn't a faggot! "Faggot, moi? Now,
there is a term I take offense to...you will have to be punished for that,
my new ticklish friend", I said....
His countenance changed immediately to such alarm that I could see I had
truly been blessed with a MOST ticklish victim! He started hollering at
the top of his lungs for help...I took off a bandana I had tied around my
head & quickly & effectively gagged him enough that I could barely
understand his words but had at least reduced his volume so as to not draw
any undue attention...We then settled in for about 20-30 uninterrupted
minutes of foot tickling...his threats long since reverting over to
agonized pleas for mercy & promises of doing absolutely any-
thing I wanted to do if I'd only PLEASE stop! I told him that when he
laughed his lips took on a deep purple color & that they looked very hot &
inviting...knowing only too well, what I had in mind, the tears started
flowing freely down his cheeks,
then he finaly looked up &realized that he was no match for my fiendish
assault on his senses, he asked if he could PLEASE give me a blowjob...I
almost came at his mere utterance of the words, as he was truly a flawless
beauty before my lust-filled eyes...I mustered all my control & said that
no, I was no rapist, just looking to have a little tickling fun, but would
he mind if I came beside him on the sand? He seemed very relieved...&
readily agreed...I stroked hard & fast for no more than 10 seconds & came
with such force with 4-5 huge spurts into the hot AM sand...then
re-covered my loins & promised to go get him some help, leaving him with a
few quick stokes to the soles of both feet, & a long tender kiss to his
cheek...as I scurried up the beach to summon assistance, I heard softly in
the background..."Thank you!".....
--
Cody & Cory Foster (6'4" Bl/Bl 25 y/o 205# GAY)<<PERSONAL QUOTE>>
"It's NOT easy being young popular drop-dead-gorgeous wealthy
identical TWINS with bodies for SIN, but HEY !! Somebody's got to
do it !!" PEACE!! |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jackson-enslaved/jackson-enslaved-2 | Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2000 05:32:38 -0400 (EDT) From: R D Subject: Jackson Enslaved II I am persuaded to place a warning here. This story is a fantasy. Please do not try something like this. It is obviously not safe to place yourself in the hands of a man you do not know under such vulnerable conditions. If you are not yet 18 years of age or not yet 21 years of age,depending on the country, you are too young to read this and should depart from here until you reach the legal age If you are offended by imagination of sex between men or master slave type sex then you should not read this. In fact you should not even be here. I also ask that if anyone wishes to reproduce this story or any part or episode of it in whatever form they seek my permission in writing first. axeldarke@yahoo.ca ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Naked, his clothing in the sac at his feet as instructed, Jackson locked the collar to his neck and snapped the first handcuff onto his left wrist. As he was about to close the second cuff around his right wrist in front of him a voice in the trees said, "No, behind you slave." Jackson was shocked when he heard the voice and stood stunned for a moment. He saw a large figure move toward him from the trees on his left but he could not make out details. "Do it now slave!" This time the voice was loud and hard but it was not Larry's voice! In full panic Jackson turned and sprinted out of the shelter but before he got 10 feet beyond the doorway he stepped on a loose shoelace and landed hard on his face. Before he could move he felt the weight of a man's knee on his back while his arms were wrenched behind him and the cuff was closed on his right wrist. Two strong hands gripped him by the shoulders and pulled him to his feet. Winded and filled with terror Jackson wanted to yell for help but could not make a sound. While he struggled for breath his captor quickly wrapped something cold and metallic around his ball sack and then attached a lead to it. He yanked on the lead and Jackson suddenly regained his voice letting out a cry and leaping to follow. His captor led Jackson under one of the lamps that lined the trail. In the light Jackson could see his captor clearly for the first time. The man was at least 220 pounds and over 6'3" tall. He was not so much fat as he was just big. His head was shaved smooth and there was a ring in his nose. He wore a sleeveless black shirt, jeans and suspenders. His laced black boots had at least 18 holes and came close to his knees. "So what have we got here?" he asked. "Hey you're a pretty boy aren't ya" he said with a crooked smile and an evil looking gleam in his eye. " That fucker Larry sure knows how to pick 'em." he said with a laugh. Terrified, Jackson pleaded "please Sir, I was supposed to meet Larry here tonight, please I don't want to miss him Sir." "Yeah boy I know you were gonna meet him here but he was uh, delayed, you might say " his captor replied, leering at Jackson and laughing to himself, " I am here to get you instead." His captor gave another yank on the lead. " You keep your mouth shut and do as I tell ya and maybe you'll keep your balls, got it boy?" he asked Jackson, feeling the sharp yank in his balls gave a cry of pain and said "Yes Sir Yes Sir I got it Sir." Jackson was led back toward the shelter. His captor stooped to pick up the sack containing Jackson's clothes and then he began to lead him off down the pathway the opposite direction from which Jackson had come. Filled with fear but helpless Jackson followed the leash on his balls and the man who held it. Lamps lighted the trail occasionally but his captor skirted around the pools of light they created. They saw no one until they came close to the third lamp. Two men suddenly appeared from the left thru the trees. One of them was clothed a lot like his captor with high lace up boots and a shaved head. The other had orange spiked hair and a nose ring and had a kind of wild look in his eye. Jackson, hoping for a chance to escape, cried out "please please help me I don't want to.." but before he could say more his captor yanked his lead upward and Jackson was suddenly on his toes yelling in pain. "You will pay for that boy," said his skinhead captor as he pulled a rag from his pocket and tied it around Jackson's head as a gag. " I should have done this before." Jackson's hopes for escape vanished as the two men both laughed and the one with the shaved head said " Hey you got hot one there Carl!" " Yeah Barry I did, got me a pretty boy and this one almost came with wrapping, or I should say un wrapping." He held up the cloth sack for them to see. "He definitely needs training but man, look at him; he has potential " Carl boasted. He led Jackson closer to the lamp so they could see him more clearly. The three men looked lustfully at Jackson's nude bound body and for the first time since his capture he felt something other than terror. He felt a wave of humiliation and he closed his eyes in shame. "Hey Carl what you got in his butt?" asked Barry. Blushing deep red in the lamplight Jackson remembered the butt plug up his ass and realized they could all see the base of it. Carl reached back, grasped it and pulled it out. "Boy you are just full of surprises aren't you" said his captor as he raised the plug up and held it in front of Jackson's face. Just at this point Jackson's bowels, unplugged for the first time in hours, expelled a series of noisy farts. The three men laughed heartily. Jackson wanted only to vanish into the ground. Yet worse was to come. As Jackson was exposed to all of this humiliation his cock, which had shriveled in fear, began again to grow and within seconds he was fully hard. Carl, laughing at Jackson's shame, noticed his hardened cock and said "Well boy you are obviously enjoying the festivities aren't you?" Jackson, unable to look him in the eye, focused his gaze on the ground at his own feet. Carl reached over and undid the knot on the gag and then quickly forced the butt plug into Jackson's mouth, retying the gag in place. This repelled Jackson and his face reflected his feelings but he could do nothing to change it. His cock, if anything, just got harder. "That is a hell of a lot better place to keep that plug, don't you think boy?" Carl asked. Jackson could taste his ass on the plug and it made him gag but he fought to control his reflex so he could breath. He succeeded but only by accepting the taste and that brought on a new flush of shame. "I bet it tastes good too huh kid?" Barry asked and the three men had another good laugh at Jackson's predicament. "I got to get moving before we get company. Maybe see you guys later" Carl said as he again began to lead Jackson down the pathway. He took the lead in his left fist and holding it close to Jackson's balls he reached his hand around and slid the middle finger of his right hand up Jackson's ass. " Oh yeah boy you are a hot little unit and you just love this I can see it." Jackson was in turmoil. He was terrified as never before yet there was no denying he was extremely turned on as well. Carl was fingering his prostate and he was on his way to orgasm if that continued. Yet here he was, naked, cuffed and led thru a park by a man who could possibly do anything he wanted with him. The trail led them to a small parking lot and in the single lamp at one end of it Jackson could see a dark colored Van. Carl led him over to the van and slid open the side door. He pushed Jackson inside and closed the door, turning on the overhead light. The floor and sidewalls of the van were carpeted. Except for some pillows and a couple chests along the sides near the back the van was empty. There were no windows on the sides and the back windows were covered with tinfoil. Carl reached back and opened one of the chests pulling out some items Jackson could not see. He took Jackson's hard dick and placed something tight and elastic around it just below the head. Then he made Jackson lay down on his stomach over 2 pillows facing the back of the Van. Jackson could feel him removing the lead but then attaching something else to his balls. He heard a metallic snap. "Your balls are chained to the floor boy. You make any sudden move and you'll lose them," Carl warned him. Jackson then felt as his captor wrapped leather cuffs around each ankle and fasten them tightly to separate staples in the floor. Jackson, still handcuffed, was left with his legs split widely apart and his ass cheeks spread wide open. Carl forced another plug into Jackson's hole. He turned a small switch in the base of the plug. In a moment Jackson began to feel it hum inside him. "Ok boy that should keep you occupied while we are traveling" Carl said, chuckling as he slipped into the drivers seat. He adjusted the inside rear view mirror so that he could look at Jackson's hot little butt while he was driving. Jackson had been trying to deal with his terror over his helpless predicament when the vibrator was switched on. He was soon again transported to the point where he was building to orgasm. He was filled with fear and with regret at having left no trace to follow and he began to weep. Yet at the same time the vibrating plug stimulated him and he became more and more aroused about his humiliation and captivity. Close to orgasm several times he found that the band on his dick made it impossible for him to cum. These conflicting emotions and sensations were very powerful and very confusing to him and he was unable to stop his weeping for a long time. Keeping him aroused made it very difficult for Jackson to clear his head when he finally was able to stop his crying. Eventually though he started to think. Where was Larry? Was he actually late for real? Maybe his captor actually was collecting Jackson for Larry. It could be. Jackson was reassured by this thought and was a little less fearful. He thought about Larry, about the way they had clicked so well on the net, about the hot pictures he had seen and how much he wanted to submit to the man. Maybe his capture in the park was just Larry's way of introducing Jackson to this weekend of submission. Jackson was reassured by these thoughts for a while and he reveled in his arousal. Yet doubts began to intrude. He had never actually seen Larry in the flesh. Only talked on the net and a few times on the phone. Oh god! Oh god! Was it possible that Larry was just a set up? Some hot pictures and a butch voice just to snare Jackson? All that stuff about buying the ticket anonymously and sending the return portion was hot when they talked about it. Yet he realized now it was also the perfect way to cover his tracks and make him very tough to trace. Nobody knew where he was this weekend and there was no easy trail to follow. He did not log his conversations on the net so even his home computer would be no use. These thoughts brought fresh waves of tears from Jackson. Nude, cuffed, plugged at both ends and chained to the floor he knew in his heart that the van was taking him toward a life of slavery and he had no hope of escape. This is the end of episode II. I hope that you have enjoyed it. I would greatly appreciate any comments readers may have, good or bad. axeldarke@yahoo.ca |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jackson-enslaved/jackson-enslaved-6 | Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2000 18:34:17 -0500 (EST) From: R A D Subject: Jackson Enslaved 6 I am persuaded to place a warning here. This story is a fantasy. Please do not try something like this. It is obviously not safe to place yourself in the hands of a man you do not know under such vulnerable conditions. If you are not yet 18 years of age or not yet 21 years of age,depending on the country, you are too young to read this and should depart from here until you reach the legal age If you are offended by imagination of sex between men or master slave type sex then you should not read this. In fact you should not even be here. I also ask that if anyone wishes to reproduce this story or any part or episode of it in whatever form they seek my permission in writing first. axeldarke@yahoo.ca ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jackson was nude and handcuffed but he moved as fast as he could. The gravel hurt his feet and he couldn't swing his arms but he ran like he had never done before because he knew it was his only chance to escape. He could see the roadway thru the trees and knew it was the same path he had first used to enter the park. He saw people and cars out on the street and he knew that if he could just get there someone would see him and he would be rescued. A feeling of exhilaration came over him as he got closer and closer and he knew that he was going to make it. He was going to be saved from the worst mistake he had ever made and he was going to have his freedom back. He had escaped Dieter and he was free! Then someone grabbed the cuffs and wrenched him painfully him to a stop. A fist grabbed his hair and he opened his mouth to shout but it was filled once again with the butt plug. Dieter's laughing voice seared his soul. "Pretty boy you will never escape. You are my slave. You will never be free" Jackson woke from his dream with a shout of anguish. His body wrenched in terror as he woke and he fell off the sleeping pad onto the floor of his cell. From his dream he had returned to his nightmare. Last night after his ordeal on the frame Carl had carried the exhausted Jackson into this cell. He shackled Jackson's right ankle to a chain that was anchored to a steel ring in the concrete wall of the cell and threw him onto the sleeping pad. It was on the floor next to this pad that Jackson found himself when he awoke. He was sweating and shaking after his dream of foiled escape. He crawled back onto the pad to recover himself. There was little light in his cell or in the cell room outside it. With no outside windows Jackson could not tell the time of day but he thought that he must have been asleep for a few hours. It was Jackson's usual practice to jack his dick first thing in the morning and his hand moved to do that now out of habit. Yesterday he had been highly aroused most of the day but he had had no chance for relief. Jackson reached between his legs and grasped for his cock in the usual way only to discover that his cock and balls were enclosed in a contraption that prevented him from even touching them. Carl had installed the device last night before he left the cell. It was a metal cage that surrounded his cock and balls and was attached by a single cuff locked around the base of his manhood. There was no way to remove it without a key. The cage was large enough to provide his cock room to grow but effectively denied him access to it. The device frightened Jackson. The whole place frightened him of course but this device especially. They had imprisoned his cock and balls as they had imprisoned him. He realized that this device meant that they controlled when or even if he would ever get relief. He sensed that Dieter was a man who knew how to use such control against him. Jackson knew he was not in the hands of an amateur. The cell room was suddenly flooded with light as the overheads came on and for a moment Jackson shielded his eyes. The door opened as Barry entered the room carrying a large steaming pot. Jackson could hear the chains of his fellow prisoners as they stood like they had done last night when he was first brought into this room. No one had told him anything about it yet but he stood anyway not wanting to anger his captors and risk what he feared would be painful punishment. Jackson's situation weighed heavily on his mind and he was certainly frightened. Yet at the same time he was aroused. That confused and frustrated him. When the door opened he felt a jolt of fear in his gut yet part of him welcomed it. At least something was happening to distract him from his anxiety. "Hey boys here's breakfast," Barry said in booming voice. "How you boys feeling this morning? Did you get a good sleep?" he asked them. The other prisoners said "Good Morning Sir" in unison. Jackson tried to join in though he was a little late on his delivery. Barry put the pot down and went to a side cupboard. He pulled out 3 big metal dog dishes and placed them side-by-side on the table across from the cells. He dumped roughly equal portions of what looked to Jackson like some kind of porridge into each of the dishes. Barry picked up the first dish and went over to the end cell next to the one Jackson was in. Jackson was able to see the front area of that cell because it was built on an angle to his own. " Hey jarhead I heard you had a lot to say last night. I think you earned yourself another ride on the horse today" Barry said to Larry. Larry did not respond. " So jarhead I brought you your breakfast but I don't hear you thanking me." Barry said with rising irritation in his voice. "You know jarhead I feel a big dump coming on, maybe I ought to just take it right here in your breakfast" Barry said. " I thank you for bringing my breakfast, please don't take a dump in it" Larry said. Larry's voice had a deep masculine tone and a natural unrehearsed masculinity to it. Even under these circumstances it had a dignity and strength. The regret and fear Jackson felt was suddenly sharpened with the feeling of what he might have had with a man with such a voice this. "Get on your fucking knees boy and talk to me like you mean it. I aint your fucking momma here boy and I expect to hear you show some real gratitude." Barry shouted at him. Larry came forward to the front of his cell and sank to his knees. But for a brief glimpse through dim light last night Jackson had never yet seen Larry in the flesh. The picks Jackson had of him were magnificent, magnetic, exceptional. Now here, in the full light of the overheads, Jackson saw that his picks did not do justice to this man. His sculpted muscles, his angular features, his virility and his dignity even under these circumstances, all these, combined, took Jackson's breath away. Even shaved, as Larry was, both body and head, even including his eyebrows, he was still the finest looking man Jackson had ever seen. The regret Jackson felt for what might have been if not for this bastard Dieter and his stooges was bitter. Until now he had feared his captor. Now he began to hate him. From his expression and body language Jackson could see that Larry was not eager to submit like this. "Sir please don't take a dump in my breakfast. I thank you for bringing it but please don't take a dump in it Sir" Larry said, forcing himself. "Ok Jarhead that's better. I can hold off for now but I am gonna spice it up for you anyway." Barry put the dish on the floor in front of the bars and pulled out his cock. He stood over the dish and filed the bowl to the rim with his piss. "There now Jarhead that ought to add some spice to your breakfast" Barry said, laughing at his own joke. "So what you got to say jarhead? You appreciate what I done for your breakfast?" Barry asked him. " I thank you for my breakfast and what you did for me" Larry said. Jackson could hear that it was an effort for him to say those words to Barry. "Jarhead I don't hear the kind of enthusiasm and gratitude I expect to hear. Maybe I ought to just dump this out and feed the others." Barry said with rising anger in his voice. " Please don't dump it out, I thank you for bringing it and for spicing it up for me sir." Larry said quickly. "Jarhead you got 10 seconds or this goes down the drain." Barry said shouting at him. Larry quickly prostrated himself laying on his stomach and stretching to grasp the base of the bars with his hands. "Please sir I am very grateful that you have brought my breakfast and that you have pissed in it for me. Please don't dump it out." Larry said with desperation in his voice. Jackson wondered when he had last been fed. "Well jarhead you are getting better. Your attitude is improving." Barry said " I don't think that it will save you from another ride on the horse today but you are making progress." He pushed the dish up against a door at the base of the bars just wide enough to fit the bowl. He pulled a small lever on the deck behind him and a bolt was released allowing the tiny door to open as he pushed the bowl through with his boot. Once the dish was through the door closed and the bolt reset itself. " You better not spill any of that boy or I will be taking a dump in your breakfast every day from now on. And you will finish every last drop of it too. You are in enough trouble today. You got a whipping coming and you don't need to make it any worse. You got that boy?" Barry said Still laying prostrate and grasping the bars Larry said " Yes Sir I got it. I will not spill any and I will finish it all". Then he reached for the dish and grasped it carefully so nothing would spill. Jackson watched all of this closely and it was only when Larry rose with his dish in hand that he noticed Larry too wore a chastity cage on his manhood just like Jackson himself did. "Good to hear you understand boy. Now start eating. I want it finished before I am done with the others." Barry said as he moved back toward the table. Larry grasped the bowl and moved back in his cell, out of Jackson's sight. Witnessing this spectacle Jackson found he was experiencing a cascade of emotions. The first was a bitter regret that he did not meet Larry as intended. He would gladly serve this man for the rest of his life! Then he felt sympathy for Larry and what he was forced to do and anger at Barry for his abuse of Larry. Yet he also felt his cock hardening inside its own little prison. He was becoming aroused by the humiliation of this man he had dreamed of serving. All of this combined to confuse and frustrate him more than ever. He didn't know if he wanted to rescue Larry from his prison or to watch while he was humiliated. He was turned on and outraged. Horny and frightened. Most of all he was frustrated by the god damn harness. He needed badly to get off. Barry's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Hey there pretty boy I haven't seen you since the park last night" he said to Jackson as he approached his cell with the second dish. " I see they took the plug out of your mouth. I just hope they didn't put it back in the other end." Barry said, looking lustfully at Jackson's body. Jackson winced at the memory of his first meeting with this man. He had been naked, plugged, collared and handcuffed. When Carl unplugged him he could not control himself and he had never been so humiliated in all his life. That was just last night. His ordeal since made it seem so much longer, but his humiliation at the memory was still intense. He blushed once more from head to toe. His cock just got harder. Barry laughed at his shame. "This will be your first meal here pretty boy so let me explain. This mush here is your food. It has protein and vitamins and I don't know what all in it but it is healthy and good for you. It's kinda bland I hear but it is best not to complain. The jarhead next door here complained so he has missed some meals and now we like to ad some spice to his food. My guess is that a pretty boy like you wouldn't enjoy that kind of thing too much. Makes it pretty nasty I expect" Barry said with an evil chuckle. The jailer pulled the release lever for the tiny door, and then pushed the dish through into Jackson's cell. Feeling hungry Jackson moved to retrieve the dish. He found that his ankle chain did not allow him to get all the way to the bars so that he had to lean forward to pick up the dish. It was only once he had the dish in his hand that he realized how difficult it was to hold. The dish was heavy and broad, designed for stability on the floor, not to be held in his hand. He also noticed that there were no utensils to eat with. He looked up and saw Barry smiling at his quandary. " Pretty boy you don't use it like that. You got to put it on the floor." Barry said to him. Jackson put the bowl back onto the floor and looked at it. Lacking any options he began to put his hand into the slop but Barry said " no no pretty boy you don't use your hands. You eat from it on the floor like a dog does. Just get down on your hands and knees and eat." Jackson had always been a fastidious eater and the idea of eating this way did not appeal to him. Eating like a dog in front of Barry humiliated him too but he was hungry and there seemed little choice. He got down onto his hands and knees and began to eat. The gruel was thick like porridge and eating this way was messy but Jackson was hungry and he soon consumed the entire bowl. The stuff was tasteless, entirely bland, but also filling. He felt his appetite satisfied as he licked up the last of his meal. As Jackson ate he began to think of how he would look to anyone from outside his cell. They would see a naked, harnessed guy eating gruel on his fours like a dog. This was actually one of his fantasies come to life and despite the fear he felt he could not help but be aroused by it. His cock hardened once again but it only emphasized his helplessness. Its arousal only betrayed him because much as he desired to get off he could do no more than look at his hard cock. Once he had finished the bowl Jackson felt thirsty. He looked around the cell for a tap but saw nothing until he noticed a small metal bowl at the base of the wall in the back of his cell. It was attached to the floor and the wall as a fixture. He moved over toward it and tried to get his had into it to get some water but discovered that it was too shallow and narrow for him to retrieve very much. Lacking options he tried drinking directly from the bowl and he discovered that if he lapped the water up he could get himself a drink. As he drank he noticed that the bowl was refilled from a small pipe extending into it from the wall behind it. It was only after he satisfied his thirst that he realized he was forced to drink as he was required to eat: just as a dog does. Soon after he was finished Barry appeared again in front of Jackson's cell, this time carrying a hose with a pressure nozzle. " Ok pretty boy time to clean up. Grab your bowl boy and hold it out." He told Jackson. Jackson did as he was instructed and Barry used the hose to spray first the bowl and then Jackson. The water was warm and Jackson almost enjoyed it as Barry doused him. He then instructed Jackson to turn around while he sprayed his entire body head to toe including his face, underarms, back and legs. Later he concentrated the stream on the cock cage, which excited Jackson until the water pressure was aimed at his balls, which made him bend double in pain. Barry then instructed Jackson to bend over and pull his butt cheeks open. Barry concentrated the stream directly on Jackson's asshole. This made Jackson jump at first but Barry's shouted order got him back into position and Barry sprayed his but crack carefully and thoroughly. "Well pretty boy that ought to have you all cleaned off. Now you're just as pretty as new." Carl said, obviously enjoying this chore. "Now pretty boy you pass that dish of yours back up here. Put it against the door there and then step back." Jackson did as he was instructed, stretching himself out to do so. Once Jackson was standing back as before Barry levered the door open and removed the bowl. Jackson was dripping wet after his dousing but he found that he was not cold and after pacing around in his cell a little he found that he was soon dry. Barry repeated the washing procedure with the other prisoners and then returned to Jackson's cell. Jackson stood at attention as he had seen the others do. "You learn well boy. You are to be at attention when any one comes to your cell or when any one enters the room. I can see that you have deduced that rule already," Carl said. "But you have one detail wrong. Slave attention here boy means you look at the floor 2 feet in front of your feet, not out into the room or anywhere else" Barry said. "Do you understand that boy?" Barry asked "Yes sir I understand it. I look at the floor 2 feet in front of my feet" Jackson said "Good boy. You remain at attention until you are told otherwise and you look at the floor and no where else." Barry said "Yes Sir" Jackson replied. " At ease means you may you place your feet shoulder width apart and hold your hands in the small of your back. You may also look up or look around but you are to remain standing in that position. You do that and keep doing that unless you are told otherwise until you are dismissed." Barry said. " Yes Sir" Jackson said to him. " Dismissed means that you are free to move about your cell." Barry told him " You are not allowed to speak unless you are asked a question or unless you ask permission to speak from whichever master is present." Barry said. "That means boy that when we are not here you are not permitted to talk to the other slaves in training. You remain silent" Barry said. "There are more rules but those are all you need to know now. Just be sure you remember all I have told you boy. You don't want to earn demerit points" Barry said to him. "Yes sir I will remember. I will not earn demerit points sir." Jackson said. " Well boy if you earn no demerit points you will be the first slave in training to do it. Just do your best boy and obey the rules." Barry said to him. " Boy, Master Dieter himself will be the man to train you and I advise you to do your best to impress him. He is not a man who suffers fools or slow learning slaves gladly." Carl said. " I will do my best to please him Sir" Jackson said in as butch a voice as he could manage. But he was so nervous it came out like a squeak. " I know you will boy because if you don't he will whip your ass until you have no more voice left to scream with" Carl said to him. Jackson heard Barry's words and his tone and knew he was serious. Jackson felt his knees grow weak and his butt hole clench tightly at the prospect. He was filled once again with terror. " Master Dieter will be down sometime later boy but in the meantime the jarhead next door here has a date with the horse. You keep quiet, watch and listen. Maybe you will learn something " Barry Said. Barry then turned, walked to the entry door and left the cell room. Jackson stood at attention as instructed until the door closed behind him. After Barry left the room Jackson decided to do a few exercises to take his mind off his anxiety. He had done about 50 sit-ups and was on his 30th pushup when he heard the key in the entry door once again. Jackson stood at attention as required and he heard his fellow prisoners do so as well. Carl entered the room followed by Barry. Jackson found that looking at the floor and not at who was entering was very difficult to do. He was relieved when Carl gave the dismissed order. Jackson noticed immediately that each of the men carried livestock prods. He didn't actually know what they were but they looked kind of electrical and that sent another jolt of terror through his guts. After his experience last night with electricity on his balls he was very fearful of a repeat. The two men went to a locker to one side of the cell room and pulled out a set of heavy irons. Barry carried them with him and they approached Larry's cell. "OK Jarhead you know the drill; hands on your head turn around and spread your legs. You give us trouble today we'll fry your balls." Carl said. Barry pulled a lever that release the bolt on Larry's cell and then pulled the door open. Carl entered and Barry followed, prods ready. Larry did as he was told and did not resist as Barry applied the shackles to his wrists and ankles. " You are going for another ride on the horse today boy. I never seen a boy who enjoyed it so much" Carl told him. Barry and Carl laughed. Larry said nothing. Carl reached between Larry's legs with a small key and unlocked the Chastity cage. Larry's cock was free for the first time in 2 weeks. This was a surprise to him. It seemed that today's 'ride on the horse' was going to be a little different from those he had experienced so far. Jackson watched as Larry was marched out of his cell in chains and over to a fearsome looking contraption located on the cell room floor. It had a lot of anchor straps attached to it, no doubt to attach a slave in training. Jackson at first could not figure out the function of the device but he did not suppose it was designed for comfort. It was only once Larry was strapped down to it that its purpose was obvious. Anyone attached to it like Larry was became a perfect target for abuse, especially on his bare ass, which was now perfectly positioned as a target for punishment. Jackson could not help staring at Larry's bound body. Larry was now completely exposed in a most humiliating way. Jackson once again felt a cascade of conflicting emotions: He felt fearful for Larry, exposed like that and sorry he could not help him. He felt anger at their captors because he knew that they were going to punish Larry, probably in a most painful and humiliating way. Yet he also felt very aroused. Larry's bare ass was absolutely magnificent and Jackson wanted to look at it, lick it, god maybe even fuck it! He could see that it was black and blue and welted and had obviously been beaten heavily already. The condition of Larry's butt renewed Jackson's fear. Fear for what more they might do to Larry and fear of what Dieter might do to Jackson. He knew he was not brave and didn't know if he could take a beating like that. Yet it also made him excited. He secretly wanted to see Larry get whipped. Jackson blushed a deep red, feeling shameful and disloyal when he realized what he wanted. His cock had no conscience though and it grew hard once again in its tiny cell, harder this time than ever. Once more he was filled with cascading emotion: arousal, fear, humilition, anger but most of all arousal. He knew in his gut that Larry was going to get his ass beat and he wanted to see it. God help him but he wanted to see it even though he knew it had to hurt like hell. After they attached Larry to the horse Carl and Barry left the room. All Jackson could do was watch Larry in his humiliating bondage. Jackson was so aroused that he thought he would burst but the cage prevented him from doing anything about it. He waited and waited and was ready to climb the walls when he heard the door open again and saw that Carl and Barry had returned. The End. part Six. I regret that this took as long as it has. If you have any comments,positive or negative, please email me at axeldarke@yahoo.ca P.S. Happy new year |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jackson-enslaved/jackson-enslaved-3 | Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2000 13:50:23 -0400 (EDT) From: R D Subject: Jackson Enslaved 3 I am persuaded to place a warning here. This story is a fantasy. Please do not try something like this. It is obviously not safe to place yourself in the hands of a man you do not know under such vulnerable conditions. If you are not yet 18 years of age or not yet 21 years of age,depending on the country, you are too young to read this and should depart from here until you reach the legal age If you are offended by imagination of sex between men or master slave type sex then you should not read this. In fact you should not even be here. I also ask that if anyone wishes to reproduce this story or any part or episode of it in whatever form they seek my permission in writing first. axeldarke@yahoo.ca ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ As the Van drove thru the night Jackson lay cuffed, plugged at both ends and hovering near orgasm yet unable to cum. The diabolical way in which Carl had bound him made orgasm impossible but arousal inevitable. This, combined with the fear and despair Jackson felt made it all torture, benevolent to a point maybe but torture all the same. As Carl drove the Van out of the park and thru the city he was elated with his catch. This kid; he is better than his pictures. He is magnificent. And it seems like he followed his instructions to the letter. He has nothing else with him. Carl had found nothing in his shorts but the quarter. Most of these guys at least brought a visa card or something, to use in case the thing fell thru or they lost their nerve. This kid brought nothing. If he followed all the instructions to the letter like that he will be almost untraceable. The boss is gonna love this one. Of course no kid like this dressed like this one had been is untraceable. But if they ever manage to trace him to the bus nobody will know where he went after the bus stop. Nobody, that is, except those who benefit by his capture. He will just be another statistic in the big city. If they got him free and clear he could be worth big bucks. They handle this one right it could mean 100 grand. Hell a quarter million, maybe more. Might even get some 'recreation' out of this kid on the side, if the boss allows him to. Carl was filled with lust at the prospect and his hard cock was eager for a chance. Dieter was feeling a delicious anticipation. This kid could be absolutely prime meat. He definitely is in the pictures he sent but of course you never know, really, with pics from the net. They could be of anyone. Dieter, of all men, understands that very well. Still, the kid was so eager, so filled with unrealized desire to serve he seems like a born slave. Perfect if it is true. Makes training so much easier. Not that easy training is always his favorite but the one he is working on now is a major challenge. A less difficult case would be nice for a break. Particularly one who looks as good as this kid does if the pictures are half accurate. He heard the electric door begin to open and he knew it must be Carl. He walked out onto the warehouse floor as the van pulled in and the door closed behind it. Carl stepped out with a look of lust and pleasure on his face and Dieter knew that he had been successful. "Got him, Sir, with no problem at all. He followed your instructions to the letter." Carl said. "Were you observed?" asked Dieter. " Nobody saw me, nobody around but Barry and that punk buddy of his." Carl replied "Did you need their help?" asked Dieter "Naw, the kid tried to run but he tripped over himself right in front of me. I had him cuffed and leashed before he could say a word." Carl said. "Excellent. You have done well." Said Dieter. "So open up and get him out. Let me see this boy who has obeyed so well." Dieter said "Yes Sir." Carl said with pleasure in his voice. Carl opened the side door of the van and stepped inside. He switched off the vibrator in Jackson's butt and for the first time in an hour Jackson's prostate was relieved from the pressure. This sudden change broke the erotic stupor he had fallen into and Jackson began to return to the real world. Carl unchained his balls, and released the ankle cuffs from the floor of the van. He then picked Jackson up and carried him out into the warehouse, standing him on his feet. Jackson, stiff and sore from the bondage, found it difficult to stand and Carl had to support him. After the darkness of the van Jackson's eyes were now assaulted with bright overhead lights and he could not open them for a moment. When he did what he saw in front of him made his loins rise but made his blood run cold. The man he saw before him was tall and superbly muscled, with short black hair and a trim beard. He wore boots, leather jeans and a tight black sleeveless shirt. His broad shoulders, narrow hips, bulging pecs and fine muscled arms made him an impressive sight. Yet the outstanding feature of the man was not his buffed body but his eyes. They were clear and ice blue. They were cold, cruel, pitiless. They had a gleam in them as one might see in the eye of a miser counting a newfound hoard of gold. Jackson turned away from the hard eyes and thought again of Larry, the man he had come to serve. It was thoughts of Larry that caused him now to try to question his captors. He found himself trying to ask where he was and who they were but the plug in his mouth just made it sound like a moan. Dieter, meanwhile, looked Jackson over and was ecstatic. This boy was all he had hoped for and more. This one was going to be a pleasure, a great pleasure to train. His value could be enormous. The boy looked away from him and began to make moaning noises around the plug in his mouth. Dieter decided a little explanation was called for. He reached out and took the boys chin, forcing the boy to look him in the eye. "Slave let me introduce myself. My name is Dieter Bock. You have delivered yourself into my hands and I am now your master. Your owner. And you are my slave." He said. " This is your new home and will be while you are trained to serve. "he said. " When you receive permission to speak you will always address me as Master and all the others here as Sir." He said. "Is that clear boy?" he asked in a raised voice. . Jackson stared at Dieter in shock. This was the voice of Larry that Jackson had spoken with on the telephone. This was the voice that had convinced him to come secretly to the coast, leaving no trail to follow. Only now did he fully understand how completely he had been tricked. Only now did the sharp reality of his predicament become finally and completely clear. The stark truth of it all left him stunned and silent. He was unable to respond. Dieter slapped him hard across his face. "Is that clear boy?" he asked again in a much harder tone. The slap stung Jackson and brought him, for a moment, out of shock. He nodded to Dieter, wishing to avoid another blow. "Good boy" Dieter said. Then to Carl he said, "Take the boy downstairs, clean him up, and give him some water. Then set him up on the Ram. I want to talk to him" "Yes Sir" Carl said with enthusiasm. Despite the slap from Dieter Jackson quickly receded again into shock. He was trying to absorb the enormity of the truth when Carl turned to him. Carl picked him up and carried him, this time over his shoulder. He opened a steel door across from the van with a key attached to his belt and carried Jackson thru it. The door slammed closed behind them. Jackson was carried down a concrete stairwell two flights and then through another steel door that Carl opened with his key. They entered a hallway and Jackson was carried past several doors to the end of the hall where Carl again unlocked a steel door and carried him through. This door too slammed shut behind them. Jackson could tell from the echo of the slamming door that the room they entered was large but it was dimly lit. As Carl slung him from his shoulder and sat him on the floor Jackson could hear what sounded like rattling chains in the distance but could see little in the dimness. Carl switched on all the lights illuminating the entire room. For a few moments Jackson's mind, still in shock, could not take in and process what he saw before him. Slowly he began to realize he was in a room the size of a small gymnasium. The room was at least 40 ft by 40 ft with walls two stories high. There were several pieces of equipment distributed around the floor, some nautilus type devices and others he did not recognize. Along the walls hung weights and exercise equipment and many other items Jackson did not then recognize or understand. It was the opposite end of the room, though, that soon caught his attention. Along the length of the wall were 4 cells. Bars enclosed all of them. The two cells at either end were occupied, each by one man. Both men had fine looking bodies; the one in the left end cell in particular had a magnificent physique. Both now stood at attention except that they were looking down at the floor in front of them. Jackson was not able to see their faces from his position. Each man had a single shackle on his right ankle connected to a chain that led off toward the back of their cells. Otherwise they were naked. Their heads were shaved and they had no body hair that Jackson could see. Carl turned toward the men and said "at ease" at which each man then stood, feet at shoulder width, and held his hands behind his back. Both continued to look down at the floor. "Well slaves we have a new boy with us tonight. He will be joining you in your training. His name right now is Jackson. Why don't you welcome him." Carl said to them in a booming voice. The two slaves shouted in unison "Welcome Slave Jackson." Jackson, his mind still reeling from the multiple shocks it had received tonight, was once again frozen in astonishment. The fantastic body chained and shaved and standing at ease in the left end cell was one he had admired and jacked off to 100 times. No question about it. Even shaved he recognized it clearly. It was Larry. this is the end of part 3. I always enjoy response from readers about my story, either good or bad. What would you like to see happen next? axeldarke@yahoo.ca |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jackson-enslaved/jackson-enslaved-4 | Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2000 20:30:00 -0400 (EDT) From: R A D Subject: Jackson Enslaved 4 I am persuaded to place a warning here. This story is a fantasy. Please do not try something like this. It is obviously not safe to place yourself in the hands of a man you do not know under such vulnerable conditions. If you are not yet 18 years of age or not yet 21 years of age,depending on the country, you are too young to read this and should depart from here until you reach the legal age If you are offended by imagination of sex between men or master slave type sex then you should not read this. In fact you should not even be here. I also ask that if anyone wishes to reproduce this story or any part or episode of it in whatever form they seek my permission in writing first. axeldarke@yahoo.ca ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jackson screamed and pulled with all his strength against the shackles that held him to the frame when he felt the jolt of electricity up his ass and thru his balls. Carl laughed and said " Id say that works just fine." He slapped Jackson across the ass and said, "What do you think boy?" Jackson was not quick enough in responding so Carl gave him another jolt. Jackson's body spasmed and he shouted "Yessir yessir it works just fine." Carl was rock hard. He loved working a man over and this one was so damn hot he found it tough not to jump his bones. But he knew how far he could go. Dieter is a good man to work for but deadly to cross. He'd have to wait for his chance with this one. "What do you say boy? I have gone to the trouble of setting you up there so you can enjoy some fun and I have not heard you express your thanks yet. You should be grateful to me for my efforts here." Carl said. He gave Jackson another jolt and got another shout from him. "Aggh! Yessir yessir I am very grateful, thank you very very much for connecting me please sir don't shock me any more Sir!" Jackson shouted in desperation. There was an angry shout from the end of the room. "You sadistic son of a bitch! You got the kid now you don't need to fry him!" It came from an angry looking Larry who no longer stood at respectful attention but glared angrily thru the bars on his cell. Carl looked over at him and sneered. "So our pussy marine has not yet learned his place. Well boy that little outburst is going to cost you. I figured that you would have learned some respect by now" "Fuck you you gutless coward. You get off on torturing guys but you don't have the balls to face anyone man to man. You're a tough guy when you have a man in chains. But if I was outside these bars now you'd shit your pants and run home to mommy." Larry shouted back. " You're going to pay for that you stupid Jarhead. I am gonna make you howl!" Carl said as he moved across the room toward Larry's cell. Just then a key slid into the door and it opened to reveal Dieter. " What is all this shouting I hear?" he asked as he entered. " Sir the Jarhead there has been mouthing off again. He is not pleased that we have the new boy here attached to the electro system." Carl said. "He has been very fowl mouthed too. He has not yet learned the manners you have been working to teach him." " So he does not like to see our new slave subjected to training. Well that could be useful." Dieter said. He walked over to the cell in which Larry was standing. On seeing Dieter enter the room Larry had again resumed standing at attention in his cell looking down at the floor. "So asshole is this true? You have been talking, yelling out of turn? Showing disrespect to trainer Carl here?" Dieter asked. "Sir he is torturing that kid. He doesn't need to do that. You got him. He is not resisting. He doesn't need to get fried." Larry said quietly but with conviction. " Look do what you want to me but give that kid a break. He is not resisting. You don't need to fry his balls like that." " I am touched by your sympathy jarhead. Almost like you are his daddy or big brother." Dieter said. "Well just remember this; It was you who got hold of this boy and sweet talked him into coming here. It was you who set it all up. If not for you he would be safe at home in his tedious suburban life" said Dieter. " If not for your actions asshole this boy would be free. Because of you now he is mine " Dieter said. Driven to fury by Dieter's words Larry leapt to the bars of his cell nearest Dieter. " You son of a bitch. That kid was going to come to meet me for a weekend. I would never fry his balls like that. Everything done to that kid is what you're doing to him. I got nothing to do with it!" he shouted at Dieter. "That is where you are wrong jarhead. What happens to this boy from now on will depend on you." said Dieter. "Every time you get out of line, every time you slack off or fuck up from now on this boy will receive the punishment you deserve." " You have been insubordinate to me and to Carl Jarhead." Dieter said. " You know by now that that means another ass whipping. Up to this point I have definitely enjoyed whipping your ass but it has not been as effective as I had hoped it would be. You are not yet broken. So from now on we will apply your punishment to the new boy here," Dieter said. Perhaps that will be more effective in breaking your will. . " You can't whip that boy's ass like that! You will kill him! Don't do it for God's sake! Whip my ass! Don't do this to him!" Larry said with emotion in his voice. " Your concern is very touching. I am pleased that you now accept that you deserve punishment for your behavior. It may be useful in your continued training. Just remember that your disobedience will be taken out on the new boy there. You will get to watch it and hear it all." Dieter said. "It is a pity in a way. I know that this boy looked forward to a weekend of service and training by you. Now he will experience your punishment and it will all be your fault. " Dieter said with mock pity in his voice. "I don't think that it is what he hoped for or expected. Still he will know that it is all your doing when he is punished." Dieter said, looking at Larry. "If you hurt that boy I will kill you you son of a bitch. I will rip your guts out!" Larry shouted at him. " You are not going to do anything Jarhead. You are going to be a good boy and serve me exactly how I want you to. You will lick my boots kiss my ass and eat my shit if I tell you to. And you will thank me for it" Dieter replied in a tone of steel that left no doubt that he knew he was in charge. " If you don't behave like a perfect slave boy you know who will pay." Dieter walked over to the frame Jackson was chained too. " Have you done as I instructed Carl?" Dieter asked. " I have cleaned him up sir and given him water as you instructed. He is attached and ready." Carl said. " You have cleaned him out?" Dieter asked. " Yes sir. I gave him 4 bags and he was running clear." Carl responded. Jackson blushed in humiliation as Carl described the enemas he had administered. Never before in his life had Jackson had an enema and tonight he had been given four. All of them right in front of Carl and the other prisoners. Carl had made him kneel on his hands and knees on a table in front of the cells. He greased Jackson's hole and then forced the enema hose into Jackson and told him if he lost a drop he would lick it all up. The bag used was large; at least 3 quarts and Carl made him take it all. Once the bag was empty he forced the plug back into Jackson's ass and then made him stand and massaged his water-swollen gut. Jackson felt terrible cramps and despite the humiliation he gladly emptied himself into a bucket when he was given the chance. This was repeated three times until the water ran clear and Carl was satisfied. Jackson was mortified by this process and relieved when it was over. Most humiliating of all was that Jackson was hard again, hard as stone. Carl laughed at his hard dick and Jackson turned crimson in shame. Carl then made him stand inside the frame. He placed shackles on Jackson's wrists and ankles and chained him spread eagle to the four corners of the frame. Carl then produced a device that caused Jackson to pull frantically on his restraints seeking to escape. On top of a metal pipe was attached a giant version of the plug which Jackson had worn on his trip to this place. Its giant size terrified Jackson because he knew he could not bear it. It would rip him open if they forced him to take that thing. Carl moved behind Jackson and began to attach the bottom of the pipe to the base of the frame Jackson was chained to. Chained spread eagle Jackson realized that the tip of the cone would be just the right height to penetrate his bumhole. Fearing that the cone would be forced into him, Jackson grabbed the bar on top of the frame and pulled himself up as far as he was able to. He found that there was some slack in the chains on his feet and he could raise himself a few inches. Carl laughed and slapped his ass. "Don't worry boy. Not yet at least" he said. As he attached the post he released a safety on it and lowered the plug to a point well below Jackson's bum hole. Feeling some relief Jackson let go of the bar above and allowed himself to stand again. "This is the ram. It is for later. If you are a good boy and do as you are told maybe you wont have to take it." "Are you a good boy? Are you going to obey the master and answer his questions or will you need some convincing?" "I will answer all his questions, I will be a good boy sir, I don't want that inside me Sir" Jackson said earnestly trying to convince his captor that he would not require the giant cone up his ass. " Boy it is not about what you want it is about what your master wants. If he wants it inside you you will take it and thank him for it " Carl said giving Jackson's ass another vigorous slap with his hand. " Yessir I didn't mean that I wouldn't do it I only meant that I will be good and obey and answer his questions sir" Jackson said with a desperation and fear in his voice. " Well that's good to hear boy but we are going to help you to do that." Carl said. Carl disappeared behind Jackson and when he returned he carried a small control box. He also carried a cigar shaped tube and a ball stretcher with wires attached. He lubed the tube and shoved it unceremoniously up Jackson's ass leaving a wire lead hanging out. Jackson jumped as far as his bindings would allow when the cigar contacted his bum hole. Carl laughed and gave him another slap on the ass. "Hold still boy" he said. Carl then pulled Jackson's balls down to the bottom of his sack and attached the metal and leather ball stretcher. Jackson was left with a single wire hanging from the ball stretcher and another hanging from his bum hole. Carl connected each of these leads to the control box. Jackson was rigid with fear, afraid that he was to be electrocuted or have his balls burned off. Yet when he felt the first sensation from the unit it felt wonderful. The stimulation on his prostate made him get harder still and feel close to coming once again. Then Carl adjusted the control and great pleasure turned suddenly to searing pain. He yelled feeling like his balls were being burned off and his cock shriveled up in pain. It was then that Carl said he felt it worked fine and slapped Jackson's ass when he didn't respond fast enough. Now Dieter had come and Jackson began to sweat. He had always fantasized about serving a master but the reality of his situation filled him with fear. Here he was now, chained and helpless, wired up and ready to fry for all he knew. And then there was that terrible cone ready to split him wide open. There was no need to break him. He was already desperate to do anything to keep these men happy. The conversation between Larry and Dieter took place behind the frame and out of Jackson's sight. He could not hear most of it, except for some shouting. Now Dieter had turned his attention to Jackson. "Slave I want to explain to you how it is you have come into my hands. I know that you met the Jarhead over there on the net and it is he who you came here to meet this weekend." Dieter explained, running his hand down Jackson's backbone and across his beautiful white ass. " You see I have had my eye on the Jarhead for some time. I train slaves like him and like you and then I sell to men who have the wealth and power to own and enjoy a slave. That is, of course, why this facility exists and why you boys are here" Dieter continued. "I was interested in the Jarhead because he is an ex marine, just the kind of man most in demand by the market. I have had him watched and when the chance came I arranged to have him grabbed by my associates and brought here." Dieter Said " They got him one night a couple of weeks ago while he was driving his car in the mountains and got stuck. He accepted an offer of assistance and it was easy to stick his butt with a syringe while he was exerting himself. Since then he has been here with us under my training. He has been quite a challenge to train. He has a lot of spirit and has required heavy discipline and punishment. But he will break eventually. They all do in the end. He is not going to be your master or the master of anything or anyone ever again." Dieter said with satisfaction in his voice. "Fortunately we also got his laptop system which he was using to talk with you on the net. I found the logs of your conversations and since that time you have been talking with me. I am sure you realize that it was me you spoke with on the telephone as well." Dieter said Jackson listened to Dieter's words with a deepening sense of dread. All of his worst fears now were confirmed. It was to be a life of slavery and there seemed little prospect of escape. Larry too was in the same boat as Jackson was. If they could capture and break a man like Larry what hope does Jackson have? Jackson knew that he did not have the strength to resist even the electro he was connected to. He was not into pain and he knew they could break him easily. While all of this was churning in Jackson's mind he felt Dieter's hands examining every part of his body particularly his ass. He was assessing Jackson's body not as a lover or admirer but as an owner. Jackson knew this and it made him shiver at Dieter's touch. Yet with all of this turmoil in his mind there was one thing that Jackson could not deny. His cock was rock hard again. When he realized that he felt himself blush all over once more. Despite the dread he felt at his situation and what was to come and despite the humiliation he was totally turned on by it all. To be captured and enslaved had always been one of Jackson's hottest and most secret fantasies. Jackson's granny had once told him "be careful what you wish for son, because one day you might get it." As he hung there nude, in chains and in the hands of a man who intended to enslave him Jackson now understood just what she meant. This is the end of this episode. I hope that you have enjoyed it. I have received many responses to previous episodes and would appreciate any response, both positive and negative, to this one as well. axeldarke@yahoo.ca |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/sex-bites-2 | D I S C L A I M E R ******************** The following story is meant for the enjoyment of consenting adults who are at least 18 years of age (or 21 if local laws so state) If you are under that age, leave now! This story contains consensual, if rather extreme, sex between a large group of men (or one man in particular and many, many partners). If this is not your cup of tea, I suggest you look elsewhere now. BEFORE WE BEGIN; AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story was not written by me (see note below). I merely received it and a number of others like it (or not) from a friend via e-mail. He did not write these stories either, and can't remember where they have all been collected from over the years. Unfortunately, over the years they have had their disclaimers and author details edited out, so the real author of this story is not known by me. This particular story was pretty fragmented, and I had to re-write or replace about half of it before I could get it to make any sort of good reading sense. Other editing (this time pretty extensive - some people should never be allowed to claim they speak English) has been done to clean up the rough spots, and I've edited out the spelling errors (the computer found 1478 - I kid you not!). I hope I got them all. If you know who the author of the original story was, do me a favour and make sure he never attempts to write another one. It's pretty hot, but it was painful to read in its original form. And if you like this as it is, drop me line - at least half of it is mine. Raleigh Burke raleighb@pobox.com PS For those of you who recognise the name, further parts of To Alex With Love will appear (finally!) very soon. *************************************** SEX BITES SERIES Story 2: Master's Private Party. Authoritarian (Orgy, BD, SM, WS, FF and just about everything else) Many slaves claim that they have the best Master around, but I know for a fact that I do. You see, unlike most, I didn't come to it willingly. I didn't even have hidden urges in that direction - though I admit that I was gay - that needed to be brought out. No, I was just into plain old vanilla gay sex. Now, I can't even remember the date I was abducted, nor do I know how long I was kept or where or in what state before I first met my Master, but I can remember our first meeting. You see, Master broke my nose. I'd been snatched off the street one night while I was walking my dog. You see, the Master had seen me somewhere, and decided he wanted me. How he went about what came next, I suspect I'll never know, but that night, as I was walking my dog - just like I did every other night of the week - a van pulled up beside me, two huge guys jumped out and grabbed me, and before the dog could even bark I was on my stomach on the floor of the van with these two huge guys sitting on me, and having a syringe jabbed into my arse. How long I was kept drugged I don't know, or where for that matter, but I finally came to in a small featureless room, laying naked on a bare mattress dumped on the floor. That day was hazy - I guess the drugs where still in my system - but after many hours I heard footsteps coming closer to me. I stood up and moved towards the door of the room, but soon changed my mind. The door to the room had no handle, but opened inwards silently to show a huge man in a dark business suit, and I backed back into the farthest corner from him, covering myself. He stood silently, looking me up and down, and I remember blushing scarlet at my nakedness in this situation, but then I went white as a sheet again as he moved towards me. He stopped in front of me, reaching up to grasp my chin, pulling my head up to look him in the eye. "You're belong to me now, boy," he said in a soft voice, "I suggest you get used to it quickly." It was a combination of things really; fear, anger, embarrassment and confusion, but at that moment, I spat full in his face. He didn't wipe it off; he didn't even flinch; he just tightened his grip on my chin --- then kneed me in the balls. I must of gaped like a fish as he released my chin, my eyes were certainly as wide as could be, but when I started to collapse into a ball on the ground, his fist came from nowhere and took me full in the nose. Again, the next two days are a blur, but when I saw him again, the only thing he said to me about it was "Don't ever do that again." The next two years were something for another time - for if I were to tell it now you'd run screaming from the room - but the Master was right. I belong to him - now. ********** Master lives in a sprawling three-story split level residence about seventy-five minutes from the CBD. This, I admit, is only a guess, but I base it on two seeming facts at my disposal. Firstly, the few times he's called when leaving the office and the time it takes to return home after that call, and secondly, he lives in the country. The house is built into the side of the hill, with two of the bottom splits actually built back into the ground, and it's here that I have spent the last few years of my life. Oh, I get out in the sun, but I'm kept on a short leash most times - literally. As it is, I'm as much Master's house boy as I'm his slave, and he keeps me locked in a collar and otherwise naked at most times, maybe just wearing some sort of harness, and when he's not home he makes me wear a giant butt plug/dildo up my arse to keep it stretched for him. Occasionally, he'll put me in a male chastity belt that fills my arse full of a huge vibrating phallus to keep my cock hard, but also chains up my cock and keeps it form getting hard. As you can imagine, this tends to present me with some unusual challenges. When Master comes home from work, I have to meet him at the front door on my knees, pushing my face into his covered crotch, and pull his zipper down with my teeth. Then I may kiss his cock welcome, after which maybe Master will give me a quick little face fuck, not really to come, but to get him primed for what may follow. Then I follow at a discreet distance as Master goes to his bedroom, were I become his naked and primed valet, helping him strip off his clothes. Then, if he feels the need, he'll push me to my knees and command that I take his penis in my mouth and he'll relieve himself. Master loves humiliating me by using me as his personal urinal, as he knows that after all the time he's trained me, I still hate this act. After I've licked the last of the flow from his now semi-hard penis, he moves back out to the lounge room, where he sits in his favourite chair to watch TV, while I have to sit between his legs nursing on his cock, sucking and licking it until he finally grabs the back of my head and rams it down into his pubes, slamming a huge load of cum down my throat into my stomach. After the forced blowjob, Master has me serve him dinner, and then clean-up afterwards while he finishes up whatever business he has bought home with him in his office. Unless he's given me other instructions for the evening, after I'm finished with the clean up, I have to prepare myself for his further pleasure. Master's sexual appetites are both huge and varied, and I can never guess what it is he will wish for me to do to please him. He says that the day I can anticipate his wishes will be the day he sets me free, because that will be the day that he fails in his obligations to his peers. On this particular night, his instructions had been curt and to the point. I have gone to his bedroom - his real bedroom, not his rubber room or his torture room - and began the preparation by chaining my ankles to the lower bed posts at the foot of the bed, one of my wrists at the top spreading myself out over two bolsters that raise my backside into the air for easy access for his thick shaft. I lay silently awaiting his pleasure until he appears, chaining my free wrist, tightening the other bonds, then silently walking around, studying me, drinking in my helplessness. His hands rub softly over my butt, down into the crack, then I feel him reach in and grasp the big plug, savagely yanking it from my distended hole, replacing it with first two, then three, then finally four thick fingers as I moan in combined agony and pain. The fingers twist and turn, and for a moment he pushes so hard that I think he's going to jam his entire fist up my arse, but then he withdraws them, moving away from the bed again, observing my helpless position. He'll wait for a few minutes, allowing me to think I have received a respite, then he'll lunge at me, jamming his shaft into my channel so fully that I feel it will come out my throat, his weight fully on my back pressing me into the mattress. His thrusting is full and savage, the thickness of his rod stretching me like it does every time, but this night there seems an extra energy in his stroke, as every shaft withdraws until only the pulpy crown remains in me, then slams back in so his wiry pubes scrape against my sensitive butt flesh. After what seems like hours but is probably only about ten minutes, his thrusting becomes irregular and his shaft gets thicker in my channel, then he'll gives one great final lunge, shooting a great wad of cum deep inside me. The warm stickiness makes my channel slicker, and his shaft glides like it's been oiled as his breathing slows and he regains his composure. Master will withdraw from my arse then, normally with a painful jerk, lifting off my back, but still I can feel him behind me, and suddenly the giant dildo is shafted back up into me, filling me to capacity once more. He jerks it in and out a few times, then tells me not to go anywhere before getting up and leaving the room. My shaft will again be rock hard after wilting under the painful assault, even more aroused now, but still there's no relief in sight as Master has not allowed it. I can hear him in the lounge room again now, talking to someone, so he must be on the phone, and he talks for ages and ages, then all is quiet, and he's standing next to me in the bedroom. He tells me he's organised a little party, and I'm to be the guest of honour, and now it's time to prepare me. Master un-cuffs me from the bed, them marches me down to the games room on the lowest split of his house. It's a large room, with couches and armchairs and a big bar, a pool table on one side and a fully fitted bathroom off separately near the stairs. The solid wooden ceiling beams are exposed, and bolts and hooks hang in certain places, there for the various toys he uses on me at times like this. First he takes me into the bathroom, ripping out my dildo plug again, cuffing my hands behind my back with wide leather cuffs connected by a short chain. He then proceeds to give me warm, soapy, strawberry smelling enemas, first one, then another, my bowels filling each time, my stomach cramping painfully. After the first I'll be moaning loudly as the water swells me until I look about eleven months pregnant, then I have to squat over the toilet and expel the water each time. Six, seven, eight times Master repeats this before he decides I am clean, then one last enema, this one with some kind of warm, slick oil that will leave me moderately lubricated. Next he takes me back out to the games room, were he attaches more leather cuffs to my ankles, which are locked to a U-bolt recessed into the centre of the floor. As I kneel there, trying to get comfortable, he puts thick foam earplugs in my ears, and then a tight black leather face mask is pulled over my head. It has no ear or eye-holes, but leaves some of my nose free to breath with, and my mouth open and available for the Master's pleasure. Now, I can't hear or see anything, my senses existing in a vacuum as I wait for what is to happen next. I feel his hand on my shoulder, forcing me to bend at the waist, and suddenly something is pushing at my backdoor. It's slimmer than the other dildo, and I moan in fear, for this makes me know what it is. As it sinks in, it gets thicker and thicker, a butt plug that is a full four inches thick at it's widest point, before slimming back down to a slim two inches were my sphincter grips it tight. An incredible sensation of fullness permeates my bowels, and as Master pulls me back to kneel upright again, I'm about as stuffed as I ever have been. I kneel there alone for a long time, then I can sense movement in the room, a group seems to be forming, and I can feel the weight moving the floorboards slightly as they move around me, admiring my trussed and helpless stance. Then, I sense that someone is right in front of me, and a hand grips my jaw through the mask, forcing my mouth open wide. A fat, rigid cock head slips smoothly across my tongue, and then the shaft of the thick, unknown cock continues to force it's way into my gullet and down my throat. I can barely breath, but there's no respite from the brutal face fuck. I suck with abandon, as Master has shown me many times the punishment for not pleasing one of his friends. The cock blasts quickly, a thick syrupy load that sticks to my tongue as it withdraws, but there's no rest now, as another thick shaft replaces it, immediately beginning it's hard thrusting action. I must kneel for over an hour, hard cocks being pressed to my lips regularly, one load of cum after another sprayed into my helpless orifice. I suck hungrily, let the shafts slither down my now slicked throat, pursing my lips to keep my teeth away from tender cock heads and shafts, drawing hard on bulging tips to slurp down stringy pre-cum, and take their full delicious loads of cream, straight from the tap. Then, after all have had their turn, I am bathed. From all sides at once. Master knows I hate this - I can't tell you enough how much I hate water-sports - but I am his toy to play with, and tonight he will be cruel for the enjoyment of his guests. Hot streams jet against my skin, the odour of urine rising high in my nostrils. I try to turn my face away, clamping my mouth shut, but there is nowhere to hide from the powerful amount of yellow water spraying me from head to toe. Before I have the chance to dry, droplets still dripping from my skin, the cuffs are all unlocked and separated, and strong hands hoist me into the air. I float momentarily at the top of the arc, then slam down on my back in a sling, the one Master keeps in the toy cupboard - he must of attached it to the roof bolts in the ceiling while I was servicing his friends. The cuffs are locked again, spreading me out to the four corners of the sling, and a ball gag is forced into my mouth. Then the giant plug is yanked forcefully from my arse; I know what's coming next, and I don't have to wait long. The first cock hurts a little coming into me. Not much; just a pinch, but it was so covered in oil, it penetrated me deep on the first, slow push. My cock flexes up hard, leaking dew from it's tip, but then the battering-ram in my anus pulls back and begins fucking me. In and out like that, it goes on for hours. My prick, laying large across my belly, keeps twitching and flexing, getting semi-hard then softening. I can't come like that - not from just getting reamed out - and while reaming is pleasurable, no one will touch my shaft. An hour passes, and my arsehole is as wide open and limp as a women's snatch. Perhaps a cup of extra-virgin olive oil has been poured down my crack and every new cock that enters me is preceded by another wetting of thick oil. Then the shafts piston that slipperiness deep inside me and shove in and out till I can feel everything gurgling way up inside my bowels. And that isn't even taking into account all the cum that has been injected into me at the end of each episode. Cum and oil and sludge; all of it mixed and blended together. I now know what milk must feel when it's churned into butter. Cocks cream me, only to be pulled out and replaced by more cocks, some of them shoved up along the angle of my rectal sleeve, some poke down into me at a steeper angle, but all of them fill me full of themselves. Rubbing my slack walls, pushing against my over-filled prostate, giving the type of deep massage only a Master and his friends can inflict. In and out and in and in and out. Digging down, sawing up and down inside, stretching me wider and softer than I've ever been stretched before. I feel alive, every pore sweating both my pleasure and pain. Every part of me tingles, and my nipples stand out hard and proud from my chest. The force of the thrusts against me swing my body back and forth, swinging me away from each anal intruder, then jamming me back harder onto it with every new thrust. I love being in the saddle, a rider slamming away at my rump, filling me to capacity with his fuck-lance as he takes his pleasure from my offered body. In and out - hard! My muscles all flex, giving me the sensation of that galloping stallion, ridden at full tilt to exhaustion, A mission of great urgency the cause of their need. Every now and then my rider shoves in all the way, holding himself there and letting his cock quiver within my fluttering sleeve. I could feel the cream spraying gushing into me, filling my liquefied hole, pumping me full of the riders' pleasure. I wished I could hear the sounds they made as they filled me, but the most I can hear is the thudding of my heart. But it doesn't matter. I'm just a vessel that my Master has offered up to please his friends, one that had overflowed long before, and the puddle of cooling cum and oil grew on the floor beneath me. It had started with my own leaking pre-cum, and had been added to after the very first fuck, that thick cock giving me it's load and pulling out, allowing the sperm to leak down out of me, trailing down my arse, and dripping off the bottom edge of the sling onto the floor. But then I forgot about it as the next cock filled me, rubbing and flexing my arse walls, as the pleasure from the friction blanked my mind. Then the next entered and the next and the next. On and on, never more than a moment between extractions and insertions, large and small drill bits drilling for my oil, going deeper each time, pulling wet and slick with cum and making room for the next in line. Then that fluttering excitement as my ordeal resumed. But there are breaks in the rhythm of my sodomy, and even these have their own message. Pee spurts over my cock and belly and chest, forming rivers and running off my sides, reminding me that this is for their pleasure, not mine. The heat shocks me each time, and I can smell it, remember the awful taste from before, and then that relieved organ would be slipped up inside my hole, thrusting in and out to give me it's other kind of wetness. More hours pass, till cocks are drained and dry. Now prying fingers replace the soft cock tips and spread me wider than I've ever been. The fingers were slicked with fresh oil - poured from above - and in my open, dilated condition, the cool oil flowed and splashed right into my exposed depths. Then the fingers were pushing in, forcing my hole gently wider, then wider, and knuckles slipped past my ring. A thumb and four fingers, then the last knuckles. Pointed and pushing, the hand goes were it's yet to go this evening, entering me, twisted slightly, moved in further till my arse is spread wide enough to accept the wrist. The fingers curl up inside me, rubbing my inner walls with smooth tips, curling and joining the thumb within me, forming the fist. The fist pulls back - the oil lining my bulging walls allowing it easy passage - but it does not pass back out of my ring and stays within, pushing back, filling me more than all the cocks I'd had. I hold my breath, squeezing with what strength I have left in my rectal cavity, breathing out, letting myself blossom open to that hand. Open, then open more. The fist moves into me deep, pulls out a little, then stops. I feel cool oil pour down into me again, turning my liquefied sleeve into a bath of slickness, and when the wrist attached to that hand pulls down, my clinging arse lets go and the oil flows in. Within me, within my deepest, most personal place, the hand flexes - fingers enjoying the molten core of me - and all that was still contained in my sleeve; sperm, oil, saliva, urine, enema scent, gurgled and churned and was mixed into that final mix. That's when my restraints were let loose, and my gag and blindfold and earplugs were removed, that hard/soft fist still buried in me, and I saw the faces of my Master - the owner of the invading hand - and all his friends, naked and to a man totally erect, watching with avid interest. Master's fist continues to push and pull within me, as his other hand reaches up and grasps my straining, purple shaft. Another hand reaches in and massages my balls, and I begin to leak even more, as a giant shaft is presented to my lips, and I open wide to swallow that magnificent flesh. I come slowly, the hand massaging my prostate, and it's as though I've died in that moment. I buck, and I feel what I know is my Master's lips envelop my shaft as I begin to pump my seed, and after hours of non-stop stimulation, my orgasm goes on for a good sixty seconds as I spill the entire contents of my scrotum into my Master's waiting mouth, as the cock down my throat blasts off one last load. Then, as I recover, with the Master slowly removing his hand from my slack channel, I see his other friends moving closer, cocks straining once more, and I know we're about to start all over again, but before they can, I hear my Master's voice, barely audible, whispering in my ear "Only six hours to go till morning, slave." |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/high-school-humiliation/high-school-humiliation-17 | Date: Sun, 19 Sep 1999 12:52:27 PDT From: tim tim Subject: highschool humiliation chapter 17 Chapter 17 of Highschool Humiliation. I went backstage and back to the room where I waited before I did the performance. I started to get my clothes on and just when I was almost finished I heard a nod on the door. I said, " Come in" and when I looked back to see who entered I just starred and couldn't say anything any more. "I hardly could believe what happened when Brandon and his friends came walking in but when you came on stage, all became clear to me. Tim, my love what have they been doing to you" Michel walked towards me and I started to cry. He took me in my arms and I lost complete control and just couldn't stop crying any more. "Just, calm down Tim, you are save now, just calm down". I tried to stop crying and looked into the eyes of Michel. I am not sure of what I saw but just looking at him heeled something again. "Come on Tim, just stop crying and tell me how and why you were there on stage". "I am not sure I can do that Michel, I am just not sure," I said. "I think I am still afraid of what might happen." "Well, don't be I am here now and if we need help I can always get my uncle to help me". "Your uncle" I said still sniffing. "Yea, he owns this place and lets me sometimes sit in the back and just look. He knows I am gay and he agreed not to tell any one until I say he can". "I can't tell you here, you better leave here right away because Brandon and his friends will be here very shortly. They might see you". "Well I better can handle that first wait here while I will talk with my uncle". Michel left for a while to speak to his uncle and I, well I just didn't know it anymore. I was glad that Michel was the one who found me but I was unsure if I could tell him everything. Five minutes later he came back and said " well that is taken care of Brandon and his friends won't be able to bother us for a while so come on tell me what happened". "I can't Michel, just not yet". "Come on Tim, if you want me to help you, you better give me some idea of what is going on". "Well I don't no Michel I am still afraid what might happen if Brandon found out you know what has been going on." "Well, then I will tell you what has been going on, you have been blackmailed by Brandon to do humiliating things don't you". I looked at him and said, "How do you know". "Well I figured something out like that when you were putting up that show during weight lifting, the way Brandon suggest you to get weighted without your underwear made me suspicious. I wanted to talk about it then but I just hadn't had a change. So how did he managed to do that". "Well he caught me looking at him and getting a stiff one. Later he made a video of me masturbating and he told me that he would show it around if I didn't obey him". "Well I think it is time to get back at him. I never suspected Brandon to be gay but this is going to be fun. I already talked with my uncle and he came up with a plan on blackmailing Brandon back" "Don't go overboard Michel, I don't think Brandon is gay he just likes to humiliate others." "Why do you think so Tim, why did he bring you here if he wasn't gay or so." "Well I think just for humiliating me, nothing else." "Are you sure, Tim?" "Yes I think so Michel he even didn't fuck me or so. I had so suck him yesterday but I believe that was of the others who forced him to but this morning he was quite mad that that had happened". "Well even better then, we will get him for that, my love". I looked at him and good hardly believe what I heard saying him " You still love me Michel?" "Yea of cause" he answered and with that he place a big wet kiss on my lips. First I couldn't open them because I still wasn't ready to believe what was happening but slowly I let his tong entering my mouth and we had the biggest kiss we shared until know. When Michel let go I tried to look into his eyes, does beautiful eyes and I found a sea of love in them. I hardly good say anything but managed to say, " I will love you for ever Michel". We stared for more than a minute in each others eyes and were both lost in those powerful emotion called love but Michel broke the moment and said: " well we better go to my uncle and see what we are going to do exactly". "Michel, you just go ahead I want to clean myself a little before meeting him, is that alright". "Yea just go ahead and take your time. When you are ready just go left in the hall and go to the door that is at the right hand side. We will be waiting for you there". I followed Michel until he left the room. I looked back at the mirror and for a second I couldn't believe myself. There I was, declared love to Michel after been humiliated in the most public way possible. I wanted to look at my best when I would meet Micelles uncle so I started to clean up my face and put my cloths right. Then I took a deep breath and started to walk towards the door. I walked into the hall and saw the right hand door, which Michel had mentioned. I nod on it and waited for a reply. The door opened and Michel just looked at me ' Come on in" he said. "Meet my Uncle Jeff, Uncle Jeff this is my boyfriend Tim" I shook hands with a beautiful looking man who was much younger that I had expected. But I also looked at Michel very quick because the way he introduced me surprised me "You mean that Michel?" "What" Michel said surprised? "Well me being your boyfriend" "Yes if you want to be Tim" I didn't answer but instead I just kissed him long and sweet. "Ok you two love birds I believe we have a problem we need to handle isn't it" I scaredly looked at Jeff and just couldn't say anything. "Don't be afraid Tim, your secret is save with me and Michel already told me what Brandon has been doing to you." "Did you Michel". "Yea I did Tim, but not in detail, I just told him that you were blackmailed by Brandon and his friends to go on stage this evening". "I can't things like that happen around here so if you want I can help you to get back at them". "Well I just don't know why don't we leave it and go on. I will tell Brandon that I won't do it anymore and that is that". "But he has that video of you, don't he" Michel said. "Yea I know but what the hell with it, if he want's to show it let him. As long as you are my boyfriend Michel I can handle anything". "Well I am not sure I would like that to happen Tim. I want our relation to be a little more concealed for a while. I think we must try to get something to blackmail him back and my uncle already came up with an idea. Tell him Jeff". "Ok, Tim if you are upto it we are going to do the following thing". Jeff spoke for more than five minutes explaining me what the plan was. "Do you agree, Tim". "Well, I am not sure Jeff, are you not afraid you are going to get in trouble somehow for this". "No I don't think so Tim, Brandon will be to afraid to tell any one". "Ok, Lets do it then Jeff. Were do you have me planned in for this," I asked him. "Well just go to the table were your friends are sitting and let things just happen. Michel here will do his part and I will start up the show". I left them just a little scared and went back to the entrance were backstage and visitors hall came together. I walked into the hall to the bar were Brandon and the others were sitting. I saw that somehow they were forced to stay put. Brandon was looking towards the door all the time just if he was waiting for me. I entered and walked towards the table were they were sitting. On stage a man of 40-year old was just ending his act. "Hi you guys", I said with more confidence then before. " I am glad you waited here for me. Did you like the show". Brandon looked a little bit suspicious and said then: "Yea great show Tim, love to see you lick like that but before we go on you have earned some money tonight, hand it over to me. You only got it thanks to us". I handed in the money I got it was over a 100 dollar, not bad for one performance Jeff had told me. "Why couldn't we come and get you, we tried but some man in the hall told us that you wanted to be alone and that you would come to us when you were finished. That is not a good behaving of a slave, you know". "I am sorry Brandon, but I had to take some time to clean up, I hope you don't mind". "Well I will forget it Tim because of the perfect show you put on. I believe the men around loved it". In the mean time Jeff walked on to the stage and took the microphone. "Ok you guys out there we are going to do something special just as promised on our folder outside we are ending each evening with a special show. Tonight is going to be a little different so just wait and relax. The drinks will be on the house until the ending of the show. In the meantime nobody can leave the room because the special ending is included in the entrance price so you know what risk you take when you come in". I saw Brandon looking at Jef, the people in the bar and then at his friends and me " Let's get out of here" he said. I turned my head to the door and said then to Brandon" seems you are to late for that". Brandon stood up and started to walk towards the door but he was held by one of the waiters. "Please if every one can sit down we can start the show," Jeff said. "Waiters please bring around the free drinks. "We better sit down Brandon" one of his friends said. We walked back towards our table and I took an extra chair to sit down beside the others. We received our free drinks and we waited on Jeff to continue. I looked around to see if I could find Michel but I couldn't see him. I know were he should be but he seemed to be just out of sight. "Ok, people for tonight special ending we are going to have a free striptease with assignment afterwards. You know we have done this before but tonight I want to make it a special one. Normally I invite one of you horny guys on the floor to put on a show but that means that the horniest one is coming up, the one that can't think normal with his brains any more. Tonight we are going to do this different. The one who is going to perform is going to do that by chance that means any of you guys can be the lucky one". With that said a lot of people started to talk to each other some loud and others jus whispering there were a lot of cheers on so most people were enjoying the thing and some I could see were waiting in anticipation. "Well guys, I said we are all getting a chance to perform" I said this in kind of sarcatic tone. The answered almost at the same time with " well not me, no way". When the rumor became less Jeff continued. " Ok, we are going to turn off all lights and then we are going to go around with a big search light. I will have one of the waiters here with me and he will be blindfolded. He will let the search light stop by pushing on this big red nod. The one in the spotlights is the one who has to perform a full striptease act together with an assignment. You all now the assignment lists so after the show you can each vote on which assignment he have to perform. " The lights were turned off and I looked at Brandon, he looked a little bit scared I knew they would let the spot light go around for more than a minute not touching Brandon once but at the moment supreme the light would be on him. The light started to turn around but the only thing I could look at was the face of Brandon. I wanted to see his retain, as the light would stop on him. I counted with the second going past and I saw how the light came closer to our table and then I heard how the waiter pressed the button and I saw the awful, disbelieve look on the face of Brandon. "No way" he shouted. But the audience cheered on his choice because he was one of the better looking guys around and even a very young one. Jeff came down, of the stage and walked towards our table. The lights were turned on again and Jeff put the phone under Brandon's nose when he asked. "And how is our lucky winner," An other guy was already taken pictures and Brandon just didn't want to say anything. I saw whom Jeff went towards Brandon's ears and I knew what he was going to whisper. "Brandon, I know your name and you better do exactly what I say or we are going to publish this picture of the lucky winner in our magazine and put it outside on the window to. I don't think you want that to happen do you". Brandon turned his head around to me and just looked very angry with me. "No don't look angry at Tim, I saw directly when you entered what happened and when Tim came of stage he was crying so I forced him to tell me what happened. This is the ending of Tim being your slave but we have to do one thing before you are even so you better walk with me on stage and put a great show on the floor". "My name is Brandon," he said through the Mic when Jeff did a little step back. "Ok Brandon lets go on stage". They walked towards the stage and every one including Brandon's so called friends were cheering him on. On stage Jeff waived towards Brandon and said, " the stage is yours". Somewhat unknown about what to do, Brandon walked towards the middle of the stage and looked around. The music started and when he didn't move some one in the crowd started to yell, "Go on Brandon show us". When he didn't move for another 30 seconds of so the crowd became more aggressive. They wanted Brandon to start the show. Such a beauty, they wanted to see it all. Then slowly on the rhythm of the music Brandon started to dance and slowly undid his shoes and socks. He danced for more then a minute or so before he started to get ride of his T-shirt. I was trembling on my chair; I was going to see the whole of Brandon, and something I hardly could have dreamed of. I felt how my dick got very stiff when Brandon unbuttoned his jeans. I could hardly wait to see more and just like his friends and most of the crowd I stood up and cheered him on. He slowly let fall his jeans and there he was standing in an incredibly small white brief which emphasis every muscle of his legs and middle. He just danced some more and then undid his brief revealing a not so little cock anymore. He danced a little more and then the music stopped he stood still and tried to get his clothes but his underwear and jeans were already in the hands of a totally out of control crowd. Jeff came on stage quickly because he saw that Brandon became somehow a little frightened by al those men cheering him on. "Ok you guys now it is time to decide on the assignment which Brandon has to forefill. You are going to have the following possibilities. A let him masturbate until he comes B let him be fucked by his choice from the audience. C let him fuck and be fucked by who ever I choice. I knew already what was going to happen because the outcome of this vote would be already in the computer so there would be no problem. I looked at Brandon's face who looked very scared at the board behind him were the choice were on. "Ok, lets vote" Jeff shouted. Every one walked towards their chair and pushed a button. We waited a moment and then Jeff pushed the big bottom in front of him. "And the winner is C" He said. "Ok you guys you want to see him fuck and get fucked". "No way man, I am not going to be fucked". He started to walk away and then Jeff said " you better do as told the new magazine will be out in three day's." With that he walked back towards Jeff and said Ok who is going to fuck me. "Well first of all, you have a great dick Brandon, so first lets decide who is going to be the lucky one to get that thing up his arse". Jeff looked into the bar and then stopped when he came toward our table. "I have a great idea, Brandon. He you guys around the table of Brandon come on stage" Because we were far out the youngest guys around and they recognized me the people almost pushed us forward to the stage." "Ok here is the guy that gave us a show before tonight. I think he deserves a treat don't you think people". The crowd cheered and Jeff came towards me and said: "Well, you can choose, do you want to fuck this beautiful Brandon or do you want to get fucked by him". I knew this question was coming and I had prepared myself on the answer the whole time. Both Jeff and Michel said that I could get him back hard if I would fuck him but I still was longing to that big dick of his in my bud ever since I saw him standing in his underwear the first time I saw him in the lockers. "I want to be fucked by him," I said. Brandon looked kind of strange because he expected me to choose the other way around. "Ok then that leave the two of you who are going to fuck him. Ok you choose who is going to be first and who is going to be last so lets get on with the show." I walked towards Brandon and looked at him "You thought you were going to be fucked by me didn't you". "Yea I thought you wanted to get back at me". "No Brandon the only thing I wanted from you during the whole period was to get that cock of you up my arse. But I know that your friends will do a good job at your hole because the audience will cheer them on and they are to drunk to even think about what they are doing. " He didn't say anything back but I just pulled my trousers down and sat on all fours in front of him. The crowed cheered him on but he didn't make a move. I heard how his friends were cheering and shouting at him and then Andrew took a step forward and took Brandon's dick in his hand and directed it to my arse. I felt how the cock touched my arse and fired shot through me. This was going to be hot. At last Brandon started to force his way in to my arse and just when I felt he slipped in, Andrew said wait a moment now. He stepped back and took his place behind Brandon. When he pushed in his dick Brandon let out a big scream and he forced his cock deep into my arse. All different kind of emotions took place inside me but partly I loved what happened. Cheered on by the people I shot my load without touching my self hard and far and also I felt how Brandon was getting harder all the time. I knew he had a hard one but hard like this, incredible. I hardly could look back but I could here how Andrew shot his cum in Brandon's ass loud and clear and then Brandon let go of me for a while when Andrew's place was taken by Brandon's other friend. I felt how Brandon speeded up the pass again when his ass was filled again. This time the rhythm was more, better and I could feel how Brandon was working up to the moment. Then his cock became very hard and I felt how he came inside me. I was in heaven for a moment and then turned around and looked in the face of Brandon. I could see that he didn't like having a cock up his arse. " That was the only time you did something I liked. It was also the last time so you never forget we can do this to you when ever you want because we tapped this". I saw who his face became very pale and then he just let me go and felt on the ground. He started to cry, his friend came in his arse and didn't know who quick he had to get out of his buddy and of from the stage. I was still looking at Brandon and hadn't noticed that Jeff stood beside me. "Come on, Tim lets bring him to my office". Brandon was still crying when we brought him back to Jeff's office. When we entered Michel was already waiting. He walked towards me and said: "You just couldn't let go did you, why did you let him fuck you, I felt betrayed. ". I could hardly say anything I hadn't expected that Michel would react like that. But Jeff came in between; "You can talk about that later. Now for Brandon". He looked at Brandon and we both did the same. 'You better stop ordering Tim around because if you do we will make sure that the video we took tonight will be publish some how". "Please sir, don't do that, I will do anything you want" Brandon said. "Well you don't have to do anything Brandon beside leaving Tim alone. Do you understand that" "Yes Sir, I will leave Tim alone, I won't do anything to him any more" "Ok that is better and now get out of here." Brandon looked just one time at me and Michel and then quickly left putting his shoes on and leaving as quickly as he could. "Ok now for the two of you. Michel you better not forget what Brandon has done to Tim and don't yell like that. I have an idea I hope that the both of you will like. I will call your parents to say that you are staying at my place and will go to school directly from here. Do you think that is a good idea" "Would you do that for us Jeff" Michel said. "Yea if that is what you want. I think you both need time to clear everything up, don't' you". "Yes I expect so. Ok by me" Michel said. They both looked at me. I was still not sure about the reaction of Michel and was afraid of loosing him so I just knotted and looked away. "Ok, I will leave the lights on in my office and you can stay here for the night. Michel you now the way up to my living room. I expect you both there for breakfast". With that he walked away and closed the door behind him. "Michel, what did you mean by the thing you said when I came in". "Well, I was just angry we are not going to talk about that" He came towards me and took me in my arms. "If you ever want to tell me what he did to you I am all ears, your secrets are save by me". I looked at him and I slowly started to talk about the beginning. It took me for over an hour to tell him everything. I started to slowly but felt more at ease when he reacted by just listening. At the end I started to cry and said: "I just didn't know who to end it anymore. I am glad you were her tonight Michel. I understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me anymore now but I am glad you were here". "What he said don't talk like that, I am still very much in love with you don't forget that ever yea." He started to kiss me slowly but lovely and I started to answer the kiss back. I almost forget to breath but we kept kissing and slowly I started to believe that Michel was honest about what he was saying about loving me despite the things that had happened. "I love you too Michel". "Let's make love Tim, I want you now". With that we slowly started to undress each other and enjoying each other's bodies. I started to lick his ears and slowly went down towards his nipple. First I took his right one in my mouth and then making a trace to his left one. I slowly went down towards his cock but without touching it I went on to the inner site of his legs. Going down on one side and coming up on the other and then just touching his cock going up again towards his nipples again. I slowly started to suck on one and playing with the other one. "Oh Yes Tim, this feels great, I love you, don't ever forget that". I went back to his lips and started to kiss him slowly. This time Michel stopped kissing me and went down with his lips repeating what I did to him. "Oh god Michel, you bring me in heaven". I could hardly wait anymore and when he was around my cock I took his head and forced him onto it he started to suck my cock and I felt in heaven. This is what I was longing for. Despite I already came twice that evening my dick was hard in a minute and I felt how love pulses through my body and slowly I came towards a never felt highpoint. I thrusted my hips higher and my cock deeper in his mouth and there it was splashes of cum spurted into the back of Michel mouth. He stayed on it until I felt I was completely dried and suck off. Then he slipped of it and kissed me on my lips. I could still taste my own cum and it was great. "That was awesome Michel, the best I had ever" "Glad you liked it Tim, I thought you deserved it. When ever you want I give it to you so don't ever hesitate to ask". I just closed my eyes for a moment just slipping back, enjoying the feeling I had and knowing Michel was very close by. But before I knew what happened I felt asleep leaving Michel alone, just looking at a sleeping Tim. ----- Ok I hope you like this ending of the story. Maybe there will be a short epilog but for now this is it. I have thought about a new one and I think I will go on with the first story I written, when I turned 16. There will be a sequel on that very shortly, so just wait and I hope to here from you all, let me know if you liked this story. Give your opinion about this story and send it to me: noway16@hotmail.com or by ICQ: 36967366 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/military-dad | Date: Mon, 07 Feb 2000 20:05:55 GMT From: tom yates Subject: "Military Dad" (Mb, Incest) Warning: This text file contains sexually explicit material and situations between a grown man and his minor son. (We hope so!) If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, or if it is illegal in your part of the world, PLEASE do not read and turn back before the gates of hell close on you forever. Amen. This is a factual account of events between my now deceased father -who cannot be prosecuted-Haha!~ & myself. It's not as good as the others, but as they say, truth is much stranger than fiction.... "The Story that started it all.. For Drummer" Military Dad (Mb, Gay, Incest, Pedo) By IncstBoy IncstBoy30@hotmail.com I grew up on a military base in Sarasota NM. My dad was a Master Srgt in the Airforce and my mother worked nights at the base hospital. I was an only child until I was 12 and since my Dad worked off hours as did my mother, I got to see a lot of them. My dad was almost 6'1 and rather slim. He was clean-cut and very military. He had short dark brown hair, intense brown eyes and wore glasses. He looked like a cross between an accountant and an English professor but from what I heard on base he could be a real asshole. At home though, he was the perfect father and husband. When my mom wasn't there he often wore gym shorts, tenny shoes and an old college jersey around the house. He also smoked cigars from time to time and drank whiskey late at night. But when she was there he'd dress up in khaki's and a golf shirt. A typical Republican. On the weekend, we use to do the regular dad/son stuff like go to the park and play Frisbee with Lucy, my 3 yr. old cocker spaniel, but for the most part we didn't have much in common. My dad loved football and sports and all that crap where I was much more artistic and analytical - even at 10. The year everything changed was the summer I finished the 5th grade. My parents were having a lot of marital problems and my mom would pick up and leave for weeks at a time. I didn't know where she was going and didn't care. At least I didn't have to hear any more fighting. My dad and I got pretty close during that time and since he wasn't very domestic he depended on me to take the dog out, wash my own clothes and sometimes make him dinner. We ate out A LOT because of that.:) But at this same time he started to drink more and would get very out-of-hand. Especially after he talked to my mother on the phone who said she was going to come and get me and move back to West Virginia. The last thing I wanted was to live with my grandparents. I didn't want to leave my dad anyway and had grown pretty close to him, especially since I slept in his bed most nights and we'd stay up late watching movies. We started horsing around at that time too. He'd pin me down on the floor and tickle me. That wasn't too odd. What was odd was when he started sitting on my face and pressing his smelly ass crack into my face and nose. He'd usually be wearing his thin cotton shorts and I could almost feel the hairs of his crack tickling my face. Then he'd grunt and let out a loud fart right on my mouth. He'd grunt when he did it too and then laugh. As annoying as this was, it wasn't near as bad as some of the other things he liked to do. On several occasions our playing became more `physical' and he'd not only pin me to the ground but sit on my chest and look down at me while I squirmed to wiggle out from underneath his 175 pound body. He'd then let a ball of spit form on the end of his tongue and slowly let it drop onto my face. Even worse he'd tell me to open my mouth and would let the long string of spit fall directly into my open mouth. This made me gag many times, but it was supposed to be all in fun. I never really realized just how sexual our games were getting because at that time I didn't know what sex was for the most part. Another thing he liked to do after he'd come home from work was pour a drink and sit in his chair. He'd then call me out of my room and have me sit at the foot of his chair and take off his boots one by one. Then he'd stick his smelly feet in my face and tell me to take a good whiff which I did. I then had to remove his socks and I could smell the funk between his toes. I remember the first time he told me to go ahead and lick his feet clean. I just sat there not believing he really wanted me to do this. He said it was what he called a `Test'. He said that he did this with his recruits to gauge their loyalty. To test their acceptance of his authority. I remember the first time I opened my mouth and began sucking on his big toe. I did it slowly at first, the ripe smell filling my nostrils but then really getting use to it in a funny sort of way. "That's it Tom," my dad would say, "Get all in between them with your tongue. Yeah, that's it son. Use your tongue more and lick up all that shit between my toes." Several times I noticed him reach down and place his hand on his crotch and gently massage himself, although I couldn't see anything, I pretty much knew what he was doing to himself. Our wrestling games increased too and he loved to get me down on the floor or the bed, sit on my face, spread his long hairy legs and let out a big loud fart right on my helpless face. "Mmmmmmmm," he'd moan out loud, "how'd you like that one Tom?" I'd just mumble actually use to the smell of his farts. Then I remember several times when he'd actually pull his shorts aside and sit directly on my face, his hairy puckered asshole right on my mouth and then let one rip. The gas would fill my mouth making my cheeks bulge out. "AHHH fuck yeah!" he'd moan and even grind his ass onto my mouth. "You like my ass farts kid?" Several times I tried to speak but only managed to move my lips against his asshole which didn't help. I could even taste his fucking ass hairs. Several times I almost passed out, but never did and still just figured it was my dad's way of horsing around. Then there were the cleaning rituals that started a few months later. Looking back, I realize they were much more sexual than the wrestling stuff, but at the time I didn't. He would come home from work after being out in the field. He'd have me take off his boots, socks, lick his feet clean and then tell me to go and fill the tub. A few minutes later he'd come in naked and stand over me. My dad was slim, but really well built and firm from all the years of exercise and military service. He had a totally smooth chest and long hairy legs. His ass was as smooth and white as mine and I couldn't help but always be in awe of his body when I saw him. Not to mention his cock. I loved watching it swing between his legs when he walked and his large balls sway back and forth. His cock always seemed small to me, just the head was large and mushroom shaped and peeked out from a dark bush of curly dark brown hair. My dad would slowly submerge himself in the tub and then tell me to wash him. I'd get the washcloth and lather it up with soap and start to wash his back, his arms, his chest. But when it came to his private parts, he made me use my hands. First he'd get on all fours in the tub and tell me to wash his ass. I'd run my hand all along his asscrack with the soapy water feeling the coarseness of his asshair. "Now make sure I'm clean Tommy. Make sure you get my ass cleaned out. I want' to be good for inspection." I'd run my finger along his asshole and feel the little puckered hole and wash it with my fingers. Then he'd turn over and have me wash his cock and balls. My dad was uncut and he'd always tell me how to wash him. "That-a-boy. Pull back the foreskin just like that and clean all up in there. Make sure you get all that cheese out. Ooooohhh yeah. That's it son. Use your fingers more and pull back my foreskin." I did as he said always excited at being able to really touch my dad's dick and then wash his big hairy balls. My turn to bathe was a different story though. I'd hated it ever since I could remember and my mom always had a hell of a time making me take a bath. Late at night I would be sitting on the couch with my dad while we watched TV. My dad would look over at me and tell me it was bathtime. I'd scrunch up my face and start to whine as usual. I remember my dad telling me that if I was already `clean' I could skip bathnight. "But I AM clean!" I'd tell him. My dad would then make me stand in front of him, turn around and bend over. I remember him reaching up and pulling my shorts down around my ankles and then feeling his long finger running the length of my ass then suddenly finding my puckered asshole. He then stuck his finger very slowly up my ass until it reached his knuckle. The whole while I just wiggled and laughed because it did feel kinda funny. "Turn around." He'd say. I turned around and my dad would stick his finger in my face. "If your clean, then you'll lick my finger." I just looked at him stunned. "That's gross!" I said disgusted at the whole idea. "Do it Tom." My dad would say staring at me with an intense focused look, the light off the TV reflecting off his glasses. I leaned forward and slowly sniffed. I could suddenly smell my own ass on his finger. "That's it boy. You smell that dirty hole on daddy's finger? Now lick it clean." I closed my eyes and opened my mouth around his middle finger smelling my asshole the whole time. I closed my eyes and began sucking. "Yeah, that a boy." My dad would say, "Suck that finger clean. Lick all that ass smell off. You like the taste of your own ass?" I'd shake my head `no' in which my dad would reply - then that's why you have to take a bath. Several times when doing this I noticed my dad had put his hand down his pants and was moving it all around. Still I couldn't see anything but thought I knew what he was doing. Then there were other times that were worse than that. My dad always took a dump in the morning when I was getting ready for school. I was kinda use to the smell of his farts, but I was surprised the first day he told me to wipe his ass. I was getting ready for school and only had on underwear. "Hey Tom," my dad called out. "Why don't you come over here and wipe my ass clean?" I just looked at him dumbfounded. "Come on son," I use to do it for you when you were a little runt. I remember walking over to my dad and staring down at his cock which hung down between his hairy legs and wondering how he wanted to me to do this. "Just get some toilet paper." I reached over to get a hand of toilet paper and then squatted down between my dad's hairy legs. "Just reach under." He said spreading his legs wide and smiling. I remember the rank smell of shit and seeing the hard logs in the bottom of the bowl. I closed my eyes and gently ran the toilet paper between my dad's legs and all along his hairy ass crack. "Now bring it out and let's take a look. Make sure you're doing a good job." I pulled the wadded up toilet paper from between my dads legs to see a long brown streak. He nodded. "Good boy. Go ahead and drop it in the bowl." I did as he said and reached up to get another stretch of toilet paper and again ran it over his nasty asscrack. I looked down when I did this and could actually see the veins in his cock. Could feel him watching me and I remember then wondering if he was going to `do anything.' After I'd done this several times I leaned back and looked at him. "Think it's clean?" My dad asked still smiling. I nodded yes. Then run your hand along my crack like I do to you before bathtime and show me that you did a good job. This was the first time my dad had actually told me to touch him and I was pretty excited. I reached back between his legs and slowly ran my fingers along his furry crack until I reached his puckered ass hole. I remember his big brown eyes were wide and intense. "Uuugh!" I heard my dad moan as he closed his eyes. "That's it son. Rub it right there. Right on my hole." I could see my dad gently moving his hips as I gently pushed a finger back and forth along his rubbery asshole. "Aaaaah Fuck yeah," he moaned, his eyes still closed and teeth clenched. I then stopped and brought my hand out. My dad sucked in his breath. "Now smell your hand, son, and if I'm clean then go ahead and lick your fingers clean." I put my hand up to my nose and I could still smell his asshole. I opened my mouth and began sucking on my fingers. "That's it boy.. Can you still smell me on your fingers? Can you taste Daddy's ass in your mouth?" I just nodded yes. "Fuck yeah" my dad said and grinned, "you sure?" I nodded yes again. "Well let me see." My dad said reaching out and pulling me toward him. He suddenly leaned over and pressed his mouth on mine. He then shoved his tongue between my lips and began kissing me in my mouth, running his tongue all around mine. I couldn't help but kiss him back and eagerly began sucking on the end of his strong hard tongue. "MMmmm yeah," my dad moaned. "I can taste my ass in your mouth. Tastes nasty!" he said and grinned pulling away from me. He looked down and to both our surprise the front of my shorts stuck straight out. `oooooooo what do we have here?' my dad said and grinned. That's when I looked down between my dad's legs to see his own cock stuck out from between his legs. The shaft was thicker than I'd ever seen it and the head was large and flared. My Dad quickly closed his legs before I could really see anything and for the first time he looked really embarrassed. Looking back I know he was only half hard, but I was mesmerized by what I saw and knew I wanted to see more. I was hooked. I remember getting all excited and wanting to touch it. "That's enough Tom." My dad said looking down at his silver wrist watch. "You have to get ready for school. We're already late. Go on now." "But DAD!" I protested. "Go on," my dad said shortly and for the first time since all this started I thought I'd done something wrong. "Hurry up" My dad said patting my butt and shoving me out the bathroom door. "Let Daddy finish up in here." I went off to my room dejected. The front of my shorts still stuck straight out. I reached in my shorts and grabbed my little dick. I was so excited but couldn't understand why. It was like I needed something but didn't know what it was, but I was sure it had something to do with what my Dad and I had just done. -- That day at school I couldn't help but think about what had happened that morning. About playing with my dad's asshole and then kissing him on the mouth. I looked around at my other classmates and wondered if they'd ever done anything like that. I just shrugged my shoulders and figured not. After all, I would have heard about it before now. I was after all, 10. My mom called that evening to tell my dad she was coming home to get some things and then flying back to Virginia. I was holding my breath thinking that one of the things she was coming back to get was me, but it wasn't. Thank God. During the next few days nothing happened with me and my Dad and he even made me sleep in my own bed. I was pretty depressed and later realized what he was doing. We'd been horsing around for several months and I wondered what would happen when mom came home. I prayed our little games wouldn't stop. Little did I know I didn't have anything to worry about. -- 4th of July arrived and mom came and went taking with her most of her clothes and some old boxes in the basement. She hardly seemed to notice me and they both seemed tense and awkward. I heard mom say she'd met someone in VA and that she wasn't coming back for awhile. My Dad didn't say much but I couldn't help but think he was really happy about it. The day she left my dad came home from the airport seeming happier than he had in days. He was dressed in his Air Force uniform with the navy pants and shinny black shoes. He told me he was going to take me out to eat and then to Funzone at the Mall. That we were celebrating. I was so excited I didn't even ask him what for. I guess I should've known. -- When we got home, Dad went off into his room and I went into mine. It was sort of hot out, so we had opened all the windows. It felt like things were finally back to normal and I'd totally forgotten about the incident in the bathroom a week before. It was getting dark and I could hear dad moving around the house, taking down picture and moving things around. I came out of my room to find he'd moved the big TV by the window and his large barker lounger recliner near the bar. "Cool!" I said liking the new arrangement. "How's it look sport?" he asked me smiling, his eyes seemed to sparkle. "Great Dad" I said sitting down in his chair. I could hear the bug whacker frying insects in the back yard. "Our official bachelor pad," he said coming over to his chair. "Just you and me for awhile kid. Better make do." I grinned. Sounded fine to me I thought. "Whatcha have planned tonight?" My dad asked taking a sip of his drink. I just smiled. "Oh, I see. Wanna stay up late with your old man and watch some movies?" "Yes SIR!" I cried out. It was by far the best offer I'd had in days. "Good." he said motioning for me to get up out of his chair. "Didn't want you to be too upset about your mom leaving and all. She'll be back." "Yeah Dad," I mumbled. "Well, you better go take a bath and get your bed clothes on and then come and join me in the parlor for an evening of entertainment." He said the last part rather silly, but I couldn't help but laugh. I didn't even argue about going to take a bath even though I did wonder if he'd do the butt thing, but I thought I'd better not push it. I sat in the tub for awhile and remembered back to the event on the toilet. I wondered if it was a one time thing and if we would do it again. I remembered feeling my Dad's asshole and then seeing him get hard and then kissing him. Suddenly I noticed my little cock sticking straight up. I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed. It felt so good and I wanted to do it more when I heard my Dad call from living room. "You drown in there?" "No Sir!" I yelled back getting out of the tub and drying off. When I opened the bathroom door the whole house smelled like cigar smoke and it as dark. He'd turned off all the lights and all I could see was the silver blue reflection off the walls from the TV set. "Better hurry up." Dad said, "You're seat's getting cold." I went into my room and slipped on my running shorts and Attakapa T-shirt I wore during summer camp. I even combed my hair before going back into the living room. I was surprised to see my dad sprawled out, his recliner leaned back as he sat there with a satisfied look on his face. Finally king of his castle. "You squeaky clean?" he asked me and grinned. His white teeth seemed to glow in the bluish light. I smiled back. I felt excited but didn't know why. Like something special was going to happen. I could feel it, in fact. "Hop up sport." He said patting the seat next to him. I climbed up into his chair as he moved over to make room. He kicked his shoes off as he did. "Wanted to talk to you for a bit Tom," my dad said turning down the volume of the TV with the remote. "Yeah Daddy?" I said looking up at him. He looked serious. Worried even. "I know we've been playing a few games lately and I'm worried they're going a little too far." I just say silently listening to him. I could feel the heat coming off his body and still smell his aftershave. "I mean. I really enjoyed it the other day when you wiped my ass clean. You remember that?" He asked me looking down at the top of my head. I could already feel my cock getting hard. I nodded yes. "I mean, I know you don't know this, but it's not the kind of thing most boys your age are doing..and the truth is I felt kind of bad after it happened. I mean the other stuff is okay. It's just horse play, but when you start to get excited and stuff.-" I could hear my dad clear his throat. "I mean it just surprised me is all. I didn't think you found any of this stimulating. Do you hear what I'm saying Tommy?" I looked up at my dad. His eyes looked large and intense. "Yeah Dad" I finally said. "You don't want to play anymore games." "Well, no son. That's not what I'm saying exactly. I just think we have to be more careful. I, for one, don't think there's anything wrong with a boy servicing his father. I think it's what a boy should do for the man that made him. It's the LEAST he could do, don't you think?" I just nodded my head again and looked off toward the TV. I wondered where this was going and if he was saying we weren't going to do anything again. "I for one like to have my ass cleaned out by my son and like wrestling around with you now and then. I even liked kissing you the other morning. Did you like doing that Tommy?" I nodded yes still not looking at my dad. "I thought you did since I noticed you got pretty excited and the truth is that really turned me on son. I mean, Damn. I didn't even think you could get that little thing hard yet. I was REALLY surprised." I could feel my face turn hot as he talked to me in a slow soft voice. "I didn't mean to shoo you away so fast. It just surprised me is all. I really wanted to keep kissing you. I really got off on tasting my ass in your mouth. I bet you liked that too, didn't you boy." I felt frozen, unable to move an inch I was so excited. "Yeah Dad" I Finally said. "I liked kissing you. I liked tasting your ass on my fingers. I even liked the smell of you a lot." "That's my boy!" my dad said slapping my bare leg playfully. He then reached down on the table by his chair and grabbed his drink. "The truth is I got REALLY turned on the other morning, so much so that I had to close the bathroom door and jack off. You know what that means Tommy?" My dad asked me his hand still on my leg. I just nodded yes even though I wasn't sure. "And the more I thought about it, the more I realized I wished it was you who was jacking my hard cock. Besides, I saw you looking at it. I saw how big your eyes got and I know you wanted to play with it, remember?" I nodded yes again. "Yes Sir?" my dad said urging me to speak up. "Yes SIR" I said. "I wanted to play with your thing. It was bigger than I've ever seen it." My dad laughed then. "So were you sport!" "I've also been wondering over the past few days if you ever play with yourself. I mean, when you get hard, do you jerk on your cock or do anything with it?" I had no idea what he was asking so I said nothing. "I mean, do you ever squeeze on it or anything." I nodded my head yes. "Yes sir." I said. "Mmmmmmmm, that's hot." My dad said squeezing my leg. "That's what I mean by jacking off. It's the same thing. I feels great. A kid your age can do it. It's not hard. I started when I was around 10." "Really?" "Yeah boy, I sure did. I jacked on my cock anytime I could. I loved the getting off just like you will one day." I wasn't sure about all that but I was definitely curious. My dad cleared his throat and then looked down between my legs. He sat there for a few minutes and then suddenly asked me. "You hard now boy?" I froze suddenly afraid he was going to get mad at me. I just shrugged my shoulders. "It's no big deal if you are. It's a natural thing. Just like kissing you the other morning. Just like having you clean my ass and me farting in your face. All that's just normal for a boy your age to like to do." I could feel the pressure in my shorts and wondered if my dad could see. Suddenly he shifted in his chair and looked over at me. "Mind if I take a look son?" My dad asked. He looked so excited. So Intense. "I just shrugged my shoulders still unable to speak. "Just watch TV son and let daddy look." I looked off toward the TV not even seeing it when my dad brought his hand down my thigh and slowly lifted back the waistband of my shorts. "Scoot down a little Sport." My dad said as I moved further down on the chair. I felt my dad's hand reach into my shorts when suddenly his finger's closed around my aching 4 inch erection. "Ahhhhh!" I moaned surprising myself. "Fuck yeah your hard. You're hard as a rock." My dad said. "This shit turn you on?" My dad asked me continuing to stroke my cock. I just nodded yes. "Hell yeah it does." My dad said, "You're getting off on this shit too. I can tell." "I've never played with another guys cock before.." my dad said still lightly squeezing my cock in my shorts. "This is pretty damn hot." I just closed my eyes and moaned softly. "You're a horny little fucker." My dad finally said as I continued to watch TV pretending not to know what was going on. "Very horny." After a few minutes of this my dad spoke again. "I want to see the little fucker." Move down some more and let daddy take off your shorts. I eagerly did as my dad asked as he reached over and gently slid my shorts down to my ankles. My 4 inch kid cock popped straight up, the head so hard it was shinny. "AAAAHHH FUCK yeah. Look at that hard little cock!!!" My dad said bending over to inspect me closer. He slowly grasped the head and squeezed me several times. Each time I let out an excited whimper. "OOoohhh yeah," my dad said. Got your little kid cock nice and hard for daddy. Look at that little thing. It sticks straight up just like your old man. Perfect little cockhead." I was by now in ecstasy and didn't think I could feel any better than I was at that point. "That feel good son?" my dad asked me still squeezing the head of my dick. "Yes SIR." I said moving my hips to the rhythm of his pumping hand. "Now, spread your legs for daddy. Let me take a look at those little balls." I laid back and spread my legs as my dad leaned closer. "Ahhhh fuck yeah. Look at those little hairless nuts. So Smooooth." My dad gently fingered my balls and I was aching for him to go back to playing with my dick. "Fuck boy. This is getting your old man too excited. I better take a deep breath." I grinned then and we both laughed. Suddenly my dad leaned over and pressed his mouth to mine and slowly inserted his tongue. I instantly opened my mouth and kissed him back. He stuck out his tongue and I began sucking on it and moaning at the same time. I suddenly felt his hand close back around my cock and slowly begin to pump me up and down. "aaaaahhhhh Dad" I moaned through kisses. "Shit yeah!" my dad said looking down between my legs. Jackin off my own fuckin 10 year old kid. Cock as hard as a fuckin rock. This shit is makin me crazy!" my dad finally said. I just sat there praying he wouldn't stop. Suddenly he surprised me by leaning back in his chair. "I gotta take a break kid. You're driving me fuckin nuts." I just sat there with my hard on poking me in the stomach, my dads spit running down the corner of my mouth. "That felt great dad." I said reaching down to grab my own cock and pump it gently, although not feeling near as good as his hand had a few seconds before. "Yeah I bet it did you horny little fuck." My dad said and grinned and right then I wanted him so bad I couldn't see straight. That's when I noticed the long bulge in his dark pants, poking out the front like a tent. My dad followed my gaze and we both grinned. "Bet you wanna look at mine too, huh?" My dad asked me reaching down squeezing his cock through his pants. I just nodded yes, my eyes wide and bright. "You gonna be a good boy and not say anything?" My dad asked looking at me with a hard stare. I nodded no and said, "Never" "Well," my dad said looking off at the wall as if thinking. "Maybe just this once. But just look at it and don't touch!" I shook my head excitedly and moved up in his chair. My dad suddenly reached out and grabbed my cock and squeezed. "Ahhhhh!" I screamed out bucking my hips toward him. My dad just sucked in his breath. "You want it?" my dad said leaning all the way back in his chair, "Then you go and get it." I looked at him closely to see if he was joking and realized he was not. I then reached down to undo his black belt. Then the button of his pants and finally pulled the zipper down. I was so excited I couldn't breath. My dad just sat back with a look of smug satisfaction, his brown eyes smiling with a cocky grin on his face. "Go ahead." My dad said, "Take that fucker out." I pulled back his pants as his cock popped out stretching out his white cotton briefs. I just sat there for a moment in awe. It looked huge from where I sat, literally. My dad just watched me and smiled. "It's all yours Scout." His shorts were all bunched up in his pants and I began fiddling with getting his cock out, inadvertently rubbing his cock with my hand. My dad just closed his eyes and moaned pushing his hips down further in the chair. Suddenly, just when I thought it was stuck, my dad's cock shot straight out through the hole in his underwear. "WOW! FUCK!" I cried ,"It's HUGE!" My dad just laughed as I sat staring at him in awe. "See, when I'm hard like this, the foreskin pulls back so it looks just like yours." In the bluish light of the TV, my dad's cock looked purple and shinny. It was almost 7 inches and curved straight up toward my dad's stomach. "You like that hard Dad cock?" my dad asked me glancing down between my legs at my own cock that was still sticking straight up. "YES SIR!" I said and without a second thought reached out and grabbed the head with my right hand. When I did a clear liquid ran out from the slit in the shinny head. "AHHH FUCK!" my dad cried out pushing my hand away. For a second I thought I'd hurt him. "I told you not to touch it, remember." My dad asked me holding onto my hand. It was wet with his precum. "Sorry Dad." I said not taking my eyes off his cock. "I just wanted to touch it." "That's okay Tommy. I know you wanna jack on my hard cock." "Hey, what was that stuff that came out?" I asked my dad bending over his hips to inspect his cock up close as he'd done mine. "That's called `pre-cum'. It's the stuff that makes babies. It's the stuff that made you." "Really?" I said excited. "Yeah, it comes out when a man gets really excited, like now." "Then why don't I have any precum?" I asked my dad getting a sudden whiff of his crotch. He hadn't bathed that day. "Because your too little yet. You will and when you do you'll be able to make babies." "Cool." I said absently looking at the veins that ran up and down my dad's dick, then down to his big hairy nuts. "Hey scout," my dad said reached over to take a drink of whiskey. "I think that since you didn't listen to me earlier when I told you not to touch it, that you should have to pay the consequences." Suddenly I was afraid. I wondered if that meant we had to stop what we were doing. My dad looked at me closely. "I think you should make it up to your dear old dad, don't you. I think you should get down there and kiss it." I felt a suddenly wave of excitement roll over me again. "Really?" I asked him wondering if he was just joking. "Yeah son. I think you should kiss the head and tell it you're sorry for making the stuff come out." "Okay," I said bending over. "Wait!" my dad said holding me back. "I wanna see this shit. Move down and sit on the footstool between daddy's legs. " I did as my dad asked when he suddenly stood up and shoved his pants and underwear down around his ankles. When he did his cock shot straight out and hit me in the face leaving a wet mark on my cheek. "Fuck," my dad whispered grabbing the base of his cock and jerking it a few times. "This shit is so hot!" Finally he sat back down and spread his legs until they were touching each side of the armchair. I was on all fours and looking up at him from between his long hairy legs. My dad scooted down in the chair until I was almost eye level with his hard cock. My dad then grabbed the base and pushed it down toward my face. "Now I want you to tell me how much you want to kiss it. Tell Daddy how bad you were and that you want to kiss the tip of Daddy's dick." "Please Daddy!" I asked. "Can I kiss the tip of your dick." "Not just yet," my dad said reaching down between his legs with his free hand and grabbing his balls. "Tell daddy how much you want to worship his hard cock. Tell me just how bad you want to suck on it. Tell me just how much you want to suck on the cock that made you." "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!! Daddy. Can I please worship and suck on your hard cock??? --- the cock that made me." My dad nodded his head and said simply. "Yes you may." With that I moved up as my dad pushed his cock toward my face. I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue. "That a boy. Come closer. Just a little closer. Stick out your tongue some more." And suddenly I felt the end of my tongue touch something hot and wet. My dad let out a moan then. I bent over and slowly kissed the head of his cock, precum again running out the head and down the shaft. My dad's legs tensed and he hissed again. "That's it boy. Kiss daddy's cock. Just like that. Kiss it on the head. Get that nasty fuckin precum on your tongue." I again opened my lips to kiss his cock and suddenly used the end of my tongue to lick the salty slit of my dad's cock head. "AHHH fuck! That's it boy. Taste that cock slit. Use your tongue more and lick it like a lollipop. AHHHH FUCK yeah, that's it. Keep kissing the tip." I was in heaven now, beads of sweat rolling down my dad's thighs. I continued kissing my dad's cock and each time tasted his precum in my mouth. Then without even thinking I stuck the entire head of my dad's cock in my little mouth. "Oohh FUCK!" My dad blurted out. "Goddamn that feels good kid. Suck on that hard cock head." I continued licking and sucking his swollen cockhead feeling the little ridges and creases and the funny ridge of flesh on the underside of his cock. "Where'd you learn to do that boy?" My dad suddenly asked and grinned opening his eyes for the first time and looking down at me, my mouth wrapped around his cockhead, my head bobbing back and forth. My dad wrapped his hand around his cock shaft and slowly started pumping. What a sight I must have been, on all fours kneeling between my dad's spread legs with my little mouth attached to the end of his hard cock. "AHHHH yeah. Look at that shit. Got my little boy down between my legs sucking on the head of my hard fuckin cock. Nasty little cock sucker. You like suckin on that hard fucker don't you? You like having my hard adult cock in your little boy mouth. You like this fat nasty pedo cock, don't you boy?" I could only moan and whimper as my dad put his hand on the back of my head and shoved more of his dick down my throat. I gagged a few times and my dad just closed his eyes and moaned. "Aaaahhhhhhhhh, fuckin little cocksucker." My dad said beginning to pump his hips toward my face, "Gonna fuck your little boy face. Gonna shove my fat prick down your little boy throat!!! AAAAHHHHH FUCK!!!!!!! My dad suddenly screamed as he pumped his hips up into my mouth, his legs tensing and the veins on his neck popping out. "I'm gonna fuckin CUM!!!!!" Suddenly creamy white stuff shot out the head of my dad's dick and ran down my throat. I moved back in surprise as another jet of cum hit me square in the face between my eyes. "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH GOOOOODDDDDD!" my dad moaned as shot after shot of cum erupted from the head of his cock splattering his smooth chest. Suddenly my dad relaxed, his legs falling open. He took a deep breath and looked at me. His dark hair was plastered on his forehead. His eyes were still wide and bright. "Fuck, didn't mean to do that Tommy." My dad said. Just got carried away. I just smiled sheepishly at my dad, his cum still dripping down my face. Come here kid he said holding out his hands. I climbed up between my dad's sweaty legs and laid on top of him. My dad then moved up and gently began licking the cum off my face. His breath felt hot and warm on my skin. "mmmmmmmmmm," he said smacking his lips. "Nothing like dad cum." I looked at him and laughed. My dad leaned forward and began kissing me, running his tongue all through my mouth. "Fuck that was hot boy." My dad mumbled. "You're one nasty little cock sucker." Suddenly I felt my dad's hand snake between my legs and sure enough I was still hard. "MMMmm, what do we have here." My dad said his tongue still in my mouth. "Looks like Tommy's ready to play." "That's okay Dad," I said moving back and for some reason wanted to get down from his chair. "Not so fast boy." My dad said grabbing hold of me. "One turn deserves another." Without another word my dad had hopped up and sat me in the chair where he'd been only seconds before. The leather was hot and sticky. Before I knew it his head was between my legs and he had his mouth wrapped around my cock. "AHHHHH ddddad, that feels good." I said. "Fuckin A, it feels good," my dad said looking up at me. The light from the TV reflecting off his glasses. "I wanna suck some hard boy cock tonight." With that he went back down and buried his face in my hairless crotch. Before long I was lying back on this chair in ecstasy pumping my hips lewdly into his sucking mouth. I could feel his tongue all over me. Suddenly he grabbed my ankles and lifted up my legs. I watched his head disappear and before I knew it felt his hot thick tongue running up and down the length of my asshole. "OOHHH DAD!" I cried out as he ate me out, jamming his tongue as far up my ass as he could moaning obscenities the whole while. "That' feels soo GOOOD!" He then went back to my 4 inch cock sucking the entire thing and then moved all the way down to engulf my bird sized nuts. "Oh oh oh oh oh!" I grunted thrusting my hips into his sucking mouth. "Yeah that's it baby boy. Fuck daddy's mouth with that hard little cock. Shove that fucker down my throat." He went on sucking me when suddenly my whole body tensed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!!" I cried out not knowing what was happening. Suddenly my legs clenched around my father's head as I began to cum. "UUUGGGGHHHHHH!" I screamed and grabbed my dad's hair in my fists as I felt a thick stream erupt from the head of my cock. "OHHH GOD!!" I cried again feeling my whole body become one pulsing cock head and for a moment I blacked out. Couldn't see anything around me. Couldn't hear anything as I shot load after load of kid cum down my father's sucking throat, the muscles of his neck moving back and forth as he swallowed. Suddenly it was over and I opened my eyes to see my father bending over me. His intense brown eyes searching mine. "You came ya little fucker." Was all he said and grinned, his lips shinny and wet with my cum. The first orgasm of my life eaten by my own father. It was too much to comprehend. My dad then leaned forward and kissed me, running his tongue over mine. Cum dripped down the side of his mouth and I licked it off his face. After that he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. We bathed together and then went to bed. He turned on the AC that night just for me and we slept the entire night naked with me in my Daddy's arms. -- A few more things happened until 1981 when my mom came back home. Just so happens she was somehow pregnant and had my sister a year later. We never messed around again. Oh well. Since then my dad died and after college I spent a few years in the reserves, all in memory of my Military dad. The end. 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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/country-life | From: an143969@anon.penet.fi (KAO) Reply-To: an143969@anon.penet.fi Date: Mon, 30 Jan 1995 16:31:08 UTC Subject: Country Life: ChaptI(MMm,bw,raunch) The following story contains sexual encounters between men. IF THIS OFFENDS YOU, DO NOT PROCEED ANY FURTHER. Country Life Chapter I On the outskirts of town just off route 626 the huge farmhouse stood isolated and surrounded by the yet to be harvested fields. For as far as the eye could see, Ed the Farmer's land consumed the vision. Ed, the 55 year old widower had worked the land since he was old enough to drive the plow and took over after his parents died in a road accident over 25 years ago. The lanky, tanned farmers stood over 6' 5" tall and looked much younger than his years. He was often mistaken for one of his sons; Tim, Blond husky, with thick forearms, muscular calves and rough hands the size of baseball mitts, and Buck, 27, the spittin image of his father's lanky frame, blond hair, blue eyes and thin, tall, muscular build. Each Friday as the three men rode into town to trade and sell their produce, the men strutted through town saying their hellos and drinking a few quick beers before heading back out to the farm. the women fold wet their pants at the sight of the three men and many who had been lucky enough to get fucked by either or all of them dreamed of marriage and settling in to the farmhouse. Ed had taught the boys about sex at an early age and before long had enjoyed man sex with each of them separately and together. It was common to catch the sunrise at the farmhouse and in the still dark morning hours hear the rustling of bed covers, the screaming of bedsprings and moans of delight as the men gobbled cock and laid on their backs to get a deep ass plowin before heading to the fields. to them it was just another enjoyable part of life with each other but they were aware of the secrecy involved. Ed's long 10" mushroom headed, uncut prick had stretched many of the town's men's holes and mouths over the years and occasionally the sheriff who Ed had known since childhood joined them in Ed's huge bedroom on cold dark nights or in the hay loft on those steaming hot summer days and nights. Buck, the oldest had been fucked by sheriff when he was still a teenager after he was caught jerking off behind city hall late one night. Sheriff took him back to the jail and after feeling the boy up, pulled his overalls down and pushing him face down onto the cot in the cell, proceeded to fuck the shit out of him. buck came back often and was good at gobbling the sheriff's prick down in one gulp. In the heat of summer, the men worked bare back in the sun and walked around the house in the nude. The cocks swinging with each step, resting on the couch cushions between spread open legs, bull balls bouncing around and hands groping a passing cock in the kitchen or sloppin off the cum on knees while one shaved in front of the mirror in the morning. Ed and the sheriff had been loving each other for years and had an unspoken but pronounced partnership. Many times the sheriff would arrive with a county prisoner in shackles and having already sexed the man up, allowed the farmers to join in for a man sex orgy that lasted till the early dawn hours. The barrel chested sheriff could be seen patrolling the highways and parked off the road waiting for speeders. If one stopped to look closely, one would have noticed that more often than not, the huge man had his hands on someone's head pushing their face down into his crotch sucking him off. He enjoyed long sucks in the hot afternoon sun out on the road and with his teeth clinched and his shirt open massaging his huge quarter sized tits, he would hiss "suck it boy" to the transient he picked up or the quarterback of the high school football team. Sheriff liked them old or young and enjoyed fucking them with his uncut, fat, 9" club cock. He lied to be fucked, but only by black men and the town was full of big dicked black bucks who craved the sheriff's bull round butt encased in his khaki uniform. On those nights he was not at the farmhouse, he could be found out by the railroad tracks behind town on his knees getting plowed by one or more of his obliging black men with huge horse cocks, who he opened up his puckered ass to. Big Ben, the forty five year old farmer, coal black, farmer, 6'4", married with 6 kids had a 12", fist thick black fuck stick that the sheriff discovered when he saw him nude, cooling off in the pond one day years ago. The sheriff joined him that hot day and let Be slide his horse meat up his ass until he almost passed out. It took a week before the sheriff could take his cock up his ass fully and even now, fights the urge to beg him to pull it out when Ben begins to fuck the sheriff on his knees in the cell or out behind the town late at night. Ben had joined the sheriff and Ed on several occasions out at the farmhouse. The first time Ben had gone out to see Ed about buying a piece of his land. Ed could see the huge black man approaching as he stood in the hay loft. He especially noticed the log hanging down Ben's leg as he approached Ed in the coo dark cavern. Ed's cock flopped around his overalls since he didn't wear underwear as he walked up to Ben with greetings. The two men discussed their business with aching cocks and after they shook on the deal, Ed reached down and began to massage Ben's cock through the thin material of his cotton pants. "Let me suck yer dick" Ed growled in his deep voice. Moving over to the horse stall, Ed sat on the milking stool with Ben in front of him. Ed unbuckled Ben's' big brass belt buckle and began sliding the pants down his tight ass and let the huge black prick pop free. "Suck it white man" Ben commanded an proceeded to slap Ed with his horse dick and spread the slimy precum juice around his face before gabbing the man by his hair and feeding that bull cock to him. Ed sitting on the stool, pants around his ankles, massaged his thick cock in one hand, and sucked Ben's dick with a hold around the base of the black man's cock with the other. The huge back dick stretched Ed's jaw's and brought tears to his eyes as he choked and gagged on the fat black dick. Ed swallowed the black mans'; cock and after about 25 minutes of chewing on his dick stood up and said "let me fuck you, boy". Ben quickly dropped to his knees to get the lanky farmer's prick wet and juicy while farmer Ed looked down and watched his huge white prick slide in and out the black man's mouth. big Ben turned around and standing in his mud covered construction boots placed his huge hands on the top slat of the horse stall with his glistening black ass offered to Ed. "Eat it" Ben commanded to which Ed spread the man's tight black cheeks exposing his puckered hole, Ed kissed and licked, probed, nuzzled the black ass and when it was sufficiently wet began to slide his cock up the big black man's ass. Ben let out a low moan as the white shaft invaded his hole and urged the farmer on. "Fuck me man, plow mah black ass". Ed slammed his cock in and jerked it out the black ass and lining the fat crimson head up to the black farmer's asshole slid all 10" of his fat, cowfucking, white cock up the black man's ass. Ed wrapped his strong lanky, tanned arms around the huge black man and pumped his cock deep up inside. Ed's strong hands massaged the tar black man's nipples and twisted and pinched them hard in his rough callused farmers hands, while Ben growled and moaned in heat. The sheriff had pulled up a while ago and used to seeing such scenes in the barn, stripped and massaged his stiff prick off to the side and watched the white farmers assault on the black farmer's ass. Walking in his size 14 mud encased cowboy boots, the sheriff moved toward to two men with his club cock swinging ahead of him. He got behind Ed's ass which plowed that club cock into Ben's ass and spreading the cheeks began to eat the sweaty musty man's hole clean. Ed pulled his cum and shit covered cock out of the black mans ass with a op and pushing sheriff onto the straw covered floor straddled the man's chest with the slimy covered cock, dripping onto his face. Ben spread the sheriff's legs and while farmer Ed pumped the sheriffs mouth full of the cum and shit covered fuck stick which he had pulled out of the black man's ass, Ben slowly fed the sheriff lying on his back the black bull cock white he choked on the slimy dick being fucked in to his mouth. The sheriff began to pump his cock releasing the huge amounts of cum which landed everywhere while farmer Ed pumped his cum down the sheriff's throat. The black farmer shot his hot cum up the sheriffs ass and after laying around sweaty and covered with cum for awhile, the three men showered and shared a beer before heading off. Chapter II Ben had fucked around with the boys all throughout high school. The 6"4" star athlete had gained the attention of the Football coach as a freshman. Coach Tanner had spotted the hulking young man the first day on the job as the new coach when Ben strutted across the stage to accept his honor roll award in the auditorium. Coach sat in the back in his warm-up suit, spread legged and eyed the young man in his tight fitting suit pants and white shirt while his cock expanded in his musty jock strap. The next day after practice, Coach made sure Ben was the last one off the field and gave him the job of carrying the equipment in. By the time Ben got to shower, the rest of the team had gone already and in the dimly lit locker room, the coach heard the water running in the shower. Undressing in his office the coach padded towards the shower, towel flung over his broad shoulders and spotted Ben soaping up. The suds contrasted with his ebony skin and his man cock stuck out soft but firm in an arch away form his body. the coach stepped into the shower and while Ben soaped up and let the water washed the film off his body, he eyed coach with a nod and potted the horse cock hanging between the coaches muscular black thighs. Ben's cock swelled up and moved toward coach he reached out and flicked coaches right nipple which had hardened with excitement. Coach grabbed Ben by the back of the neck and pulled the man-boy toward him planting his full puffed lips against the boys mouth. Having fucked around before but never having been kissed, Ben tasted the sweet, salty taste of coach's tongue as it probed his mouth and sucked on the pink snake in a deep kiss. Embracing coach, Ben rubbed the muscular back and ran his huge hands around the mans tight round butt as he kissed back and felt the man's arms surround his body with a bear like squeeze. Moving out of the embrace Ben circled coach's right nipple with his tongue and proceeded to suck, bite and lick the man's tit as coach pressed the boys head harder onto his chest, moaning with pleasure. "Yeah, boy, work that man tit. Suck it boy, bite it harder" the coach commanded as he felt the boy's black fuck stick pressed between their bodies. Coach dropped to his knees on the tile water covered floor and grabbed the many-boys huge black prick by the root and began to lick the plum sized head dripping pre-cum. Pulling the foreskin back over the huge prick, coach nibbled then chewed the foreskin while his fist pumped the boy's meat. Even with his huge hand on the back cock there was plenty of room left, the hand barely covered half of the king sized fuck rod. Backing off the prick, coach began to jerk the boy off. "You a man" the coach graveled. Grabbing the boy by the shoulders the coach led them out of the shower room into the musty dimly lit locker room. He sat on the bench in front of the lockers and with the coach standing in front of him, reached out and grabbed the man's forearm thick black cock in his hand. Pulling the coach towards him, Ben stretched his mouth to accommodate the fist sized head and began to suck the coaches dick from top to bottom. Choking on the bull cock he looked up to the coach's face "Yeah, boy, suck that man cock" the coach commanded and Ben began to swallow the meat, gagging, with tears welling in his eyes , the coach had him by the back of his head pushing the fat cock deeper into the athlete's mouth. "Yeah baby, suck that cock". After chewing on the coach's fat horse dick for a while, with his jaws stretched and aching, Ben pulled off the cock and grabbing it by the root said to the coach "Fuck me, coach. That's what I want, man. Make me your bitch boy coach". The coach aware of his size not wanting to hurt the man-boy thought maybe not. "Fuck me now coach. I want to feel you in may ass, man. Fuck me". The coach knew if he entered slowly he could fuck the kid without ripping his ass open. Lying on his back, heavy muscular black thighs straddling the narrow bench, Ben jerked on his fat black cock as he watched the coach grease up his cow fucker. Coach straddled the bench and grabbed the athlete's ankles in his huge hands, lifting his legs up and spread out around his ears. Slowly coach rested the boys heavy calves on his broad shoulders and placed his cock to the entrance of the boys asshole. "Easy boy, I'll be easy". Coach lined up his cock head to the man-boy's puckered hole and slowly pressed his cock up against the eye of his manhood. Relaxing his ass muscles Ben winced at the pressure and moved his ass around to make the entrance easier. The moaning came out of his lips low and quiet at first and as the coach pressed the plum head in to his ass the moans became deeper. "Ooohhhh man, hoooolllll, man, aahhhh, oh man" As the coach's cock pushed through the tight muscle guarding the athlete's manhood. "Shhhh, baby" the coached whispered into his ear, nuzzling his lobe, "relax baby, I ain't gonna hurtcha" and pressed further up the virgin hole. "Oh man, Noooo man, ahhhh,,,hold up man, hold up" Coach rested his cock at that spot, the head barely inside, until Ben gave the go ahead to push deeper. Coach had all ten inches of his horse dick up Ben's ass before he knew it. Ben liked that stuffed feeling of dick up his ass and felt the weight of the coach on him. Legs spread wide, wrapped around the coaches back Ben contracted his ass muscles to squeeze the man's dick in a vice. "Yeah, man" the coach whispered, "it's yours baby. Come git it, boy". "Fuck me coach, make me your man" Ben said looking deep into the man's brown eyes. Both men drenched in a glistening sweat, dripping off their faces, down coach's back filled the locker room with sex. Coach fucked in and out of Ben's ass and massaged the man-boy's rock hard cock with his left hand while he plowed into the stretched ass, pounding it into the bench, drenched in sweat. Between clenched teeth the coach howled "I gonna cum, I'm gonna cum" and pumped his fat cock harder and faster into the athlete's begging ass-cunt. Coach shuddered as his cum shot deep into the bowels of the sweating boy beneath him and he grabbed Ben's cock harder and felt the man-boy's cum push out the dilated purple cock head, hitting him in his mouth, eyelashes, and nose, pumping his cum up watching, him buck and shake in orgasm like never before. After laying on top of the boy for a while with his softening tube of cock meat still in him, coach led the athlete back to the shower. That was the beginning of their fuck life. Sometimes the coach would grab him down in the basement boiler room and suck his dick between classes. He would pull the man-boys sweat-pants down and with the boy leaning against the row of pipes pull his fat cock out of his jock strap and chew on his cock. Be wore the jock straps coach had given him and like to keep them funky and smelly of his cum and piss. Other times they met at the coach's house or in the field house. One time Coach fucked Ben in the pool after practice. The janitor, a huge Irish man with a fat uncut cock joined in on the bleachers. Dirty Mike, the janitor like to suck on the coach's hairy bull nuts while jerking on his own fat prick til he shot off. He especially enjoyed the coach's cock right after cumming up Ben's ass and would suck it while still warm and drippin shit and cum form the fucking. After, he would suck Ben's ass and grab and play with the boys bull balls as they swayed between his legs while his ass was in the air. The three would often show up at the farmhouse together or separately and it was quite a sight to see Ben getting plowed by Buck's fat white cock while on his back, legs over Buck's shoulders, while Ed the father got fucked on his knees by coach. "Fuck me boy, make me yer fuck, man. Stick that black cock up mah ass, boy". Chapteriii Throughout high school, Buck had many of his friends over to spend the night. Most of the atheletes were unaware of the heavy man sex goin on and limited themsleves tojerking off with Buck out in the barn. On serval occassions, Buck invited Bo over tospend the night but did not engage him in the sex parts of life on the farm. Bo was a quiet running back on the high school fooball team. The atheltes stood about 5' 10" tall, with braod shoulders, narrow waist, size 13 feet and coal blackskin. Buck ahd often thouth about his big black lips suckin on his fat white cock but did not approach Bo knowing he was deeply religious. One summer night whle Bo slept over in the same room as Buck, after everyone had gone to bed, Bo awoke to take a leak. Leving the debroom the black athelete carefully made his way down the darkened stairs to the bathroom. His light blue pajamas picked up the light from the t.v. set as he made his way through the livingroom to the bathroom. After relieving himself, Bo continued nto the living room where Ed, the father laid sprawled out on the couch snoring while the t.v. played. In the light of the T.v., Bs could see the lanky farmer laying face up on the couch. Lying in his white boxer shotes, Ed's bydy stretched his full 6'5" along the couch with his arm covering his face. The tanned farmer breathed and snored in a heavy sleep. Bo felt a stirring in his crotch as he watched Buck's father sprawled out and noticed the lump in his underwear. He could see the outline of the man's cock laying over his right thigh underneath the thin cotton boxer shorts. He thought back to earlier during the day when Ed was pissing out behind the barn and how much he wanted to see the man's cock up close. Moving towards the couch on tip toes, Bo kneeled down beteween the man and the coffee table and making sure theman was still sleep, placed his face closer to the hidden dick. Bo could smell the man's uncut dick and weatyballs and the aroma turned him on furhter. Bo took his right hand and carefully placed it over the soft tube. Gently Bo moved his hand up and down the soft dick and placed his nose clsoer to the opeinnin of the man's fly. oving his nose into the openinning, bo pressed his nostril into the sleeping farmer's blond pubic hair and gently rubbed his face and inhaled the man's smell. Bo's own cock had started to swell and he released his cock out the pajamas. His fat black dick dripped precum onto the carpet as he inhaded the farmer's crothch. The black athelete pushed the farmer's cock gently closer to the oienning and when the foreskin covered dick head was at the slit, he stuck his tongue out and licked the whited dick. Bo gently nibbled the foreskin and chewed it very tenderly. The juice that covered the white man's dick collected in the folds of skin and Bo licked the salty slime with his tongue. Ed's prick had started to respond to the nibbling and Bo checked to make sure the man was still sleepp. With the lengthening and fattening prick poking out the underewar, Bo looked at the white dick and noteiced theveins pulsing throught the dick and licked the underside otthe cock as it streched towards the sleeping farmers stomach. Reaching inside the man's underwear, Bo lifted his bull sized hairy balls out and inhaled the sweaty, musty odor. Bo licked at the hairy balls and took on of the fat egg shaped baby makers into his mouth. Salty ad full, Bo genetly sucked one and then nuzzled his face into both of them until his face was covered with his own saliva. Ed's huge prick now exteded up to his navel and Bo moved up to lick the whead while he fondled thefamer's hugwhairy ball in his hnad. In the light from the t.v. Bo could see the man was still asleep though he moved from time to time as if in a pleasant dream. Bo now licked the swollen red dick head which poked out the foreskin. Kissing the crimson head of the man's dick, Bo openned his mouth and lightly chewed the pulsing dick. He gingerly put the head into his mouth and moved his tongue around the head and began to move his mouth up and down the farmer's whte fuck shaft. As he increased suckin in his mouth, Bo was determined to swallow the man's cock whole and pushed his face down onto the white cock until it slid deep down the athelete's throat. That wok Ed up and keeping quiet, Ed watched his son's black friend suck and choke on his fat white cock in thelightfrom thet.v. Shifting around and pretending sleep, Ed gave Bo better acces to this cock and moved his own hand down close to Bo's black cock hanging out his pajamas. With out a sound Ed grabbed the boy's fat dick. Bo looked up, startled and caught the wink Ed gave him. "Go to it boy, suck mah dick". Ed said while he began to massage the black boy's cock in his huge calloused, knarlyhand. Lifting his ass off the couch, Bo slid the white farmers underwear down and off. Ed placed his right leg onto the floor and Bo moved up closer to the whte man to suc his dick better. Grabbin Bo by the back of the neck, Ed watched the black boy open his mouth and such his dick like a botte. Lifting his legs up, Ed presented his sweaty ass to the boy and Bo obliged by sticking his hot pink tongue up theman's asshole. Ed hled the black boy's head to his asshole while he moved his ass around the boy's face. "Eat that ass boy", Ed hissed while Bo slurped and sucked and bit at the hairy white asshole. Removing hs pajamas, Bo stood up and placed the head of his 10" fuck stic to the farmer's lips. Ed greedily sucked the black athelete's cock into his mouth while he jerked on his fat white cock. Bo fuced the white farmers face with his cock and pullin ghe fat black dick out, kneeled on the couch between the outstretched farmer's legs and sucked the white cock down his throat. Buck had come downstairs and watched his buddy suck onhis father's cokc while kneeling on the couch. Buck's throbbing white prick was stickin out his pajameas as he watched his father force the black athelete's mouth up and down his swollen, white cock. The room filled with the smell of seat and ass and cock chees. Buck moved behing the black athelete sucking his father's dick and put hs face to the black boys up turned ass. Buck nuzzled the black ass and kissed andd licked the boys buttbefore he plunged his pin tongue up his ass. Buck licked his buddy's ass and herked on his own throbbing cock, while the kneeling athelete sucked and choled on the farmer's cock. Ed commanded to Buck "Fuck him, boy", and Buck lined up his slick precum covered cock and pushed his hard white prick into the balck boy's ass. Bo jered at the intruding cock up his ass but Ed held his head down on his cock with his strong arms. Bo liked the thought of being fucked by Buck while suchin his buddy's father's cock and soon wa moving hais ass back to meet every thrust of cock Buck threw into him. Buck twsted Bo's tits in his fingers whle he fucked the black athelete and fucked him as hard as he cold. "Gimme some a that ass" Ed said and standing up, voved to the back of the couch. Buck sat on the top of the couch and with his cum, shit and piss covered white cock, watched his father sled his huge hwite famer dick up the black boy's ass. "Fuck em pa", Buck encouraged his father awhle Buck placed his shitty cock to the black athelete's lips. Bo suced the cock in fornt of him while Buck moved his head up and down the shaft until in was clean and coveed with saliva. "I'm gonna cum, shit man, I'm gonna shoot" Ed bellowed, "Yeah, pa, me too. Imma fuckin cum" cried Buck and bothof the men shot load of ot sticky cum into the servicing black boys holes. After pullin his cock out of Bo's mouth Buck quickly got underneath the athelete and planted his mouth on the balck dick and shcked him dry while the father let his softening cock slip out the black boy's ass. Sliding down, Buck took his father's cum, shit and piss covered dick between his lips and sucked the throbbing cock clea. Ed held his muscular son's head in place and let loose a stream of hot yeally , stickypiss into his mouth. Buck drank it down without spilling a drop. All three men went upstairs. The next morning, Bo went downstairs to take a leak. Ed was in the bathroom, nude, shaving and saw the black athelete enter the bathroom. Bo's dark skinned face was covered in dried cum. Bo look at the man and Ed planted a huge, deep kiss on the encrusted black lips and grabbed the athelete, pushing him down to his knees. "Wontcha suck ma dick again befor ya go, boy". Bo sucked the lenghening smelly, white prick woen and sucked the white farmer's prick until Ed released his hot cum into his mouth Chapter IV While driving through the new development under construction on the edge of town, Sheriff Mitchell got out of the cruiser to check around. The huge red headed cop walked around to one of the housed and entering one, found to black construction workers fucking around. Walter the oldest, 35 years old, coal black skin, with a slight beer gut was standing in the unfinished bedroom with his pants around his ankles. Kevin, the younger black worker, tall, thin and lanky was on his knees sucking on Walter's fat black dick. Walter had Kevin's head in his hands and guided the beer can thick dick in and out his throat in a deep power face fuck. "Hey sheriff" Walter said while Kevin continued to suck the black cock, "Want some". Sheriff had his cock out and walked toward the huge beer gutted black man and reached into his shirt to twist his man tits. Sheriff rubbed the thick, coarse hairs on the man's chest and twisted his nipples while Kevin continued to suck and lick the rat black fuck pole. Dropping to his knees, sheriff grabbed the man's dick out of Kevin's mouth, gave Kevin a deep sloppy kiss and proceeded to suck on Walter's cock. He had sucked his cock many times and liked the fatness and heaviness of the black construction workers dick. Moving behind the sheriff, Kevin pulled the man's uniform pants down, looked at the pale freckled ass. Kevin licked the sherriff's hairy white ass and placed the head of his dick to the hole. "Go head, boy, stick that black cock on up there". Kevin spit on his hands and wet his cock. Lining up the cock head to the man's puckered hole, he pushed past the muscle and into the sheriff's tight, hot pussy hole. The long thin black pole fucked in and out the sheriff's hole. Walter looked down at the sheriff below him suckin on his dick and pumped his cock in and out. "Get ready to eat" Walter said and unloaded his thick, salty, bitter cum into the sheriff's mouth. Kevin pumped his cock harder and deeper up the sheriff's tight ass and began to shoot his cum up the hot, grabbing man-cunt, pulling out and shooting the rest onto the freckled back. After a momentary breather, Kevin left saying he had to meet his wife. Sheriff, while pulling up his pants told Walter to meet him at his house later that night. Walter showed up at the sheriff's house around 8:00 that night. Sheriff answered the door wearing only a graying jock strap, greeted Walter at the door and grabbing his crotch, told him to go to the basement. The dimly lit basement had a huge mattress on the floor and an assortment of dildoes, cock rings, tit clamps and manacles that they and others had used before. Dropping his sweat pants, Walter pushed the sheriff onto the mattress and straddled the sheriff's chest with his soft black cock at his lips. "Get it hard" Walter commanded and watched as the Sheriff licked and took the black cock into his mouth. Reaching around, Walter grabbed the sheriff's fat white cock and twisted and pulled his fuck stick getting it hard and fat. After getting Walter's dick hard the sheriff rolled him off and getting on his knees offered his ass to the black man. Walter pushed the sheriff's legs open and licked the white man's hairy ass. Reaching underneath the swollen white, hairy, bloated bull balls, Walter grabbed the sheriff's dick and pulled it between his legs to suck on. The huge beer gutted black man sucked on the sheriff's white engorged dick and massaged his own black fuck rod. Releasing the sheriff's cock Walter moved behind him and with out lube or warning, shoved his entire fat black horse dick into the sheriff's puckered hole. The sheriff grunted at the assault on his hole. Walter quickly pulled his shit covered dick out the begging hole and reached over to grab one of the huge black dildoes. Walter licked the head of the dildo which was twice as long as his own cock and twice as fat. Pushing the sheriff's face into the piss covered, smelly mattress, Walter rammed the fat head of the huge black dildo into the sheriff's dry asshole. The sheriff grunted as the cock invaded his hole and moved as if to get away. Grabbing the red-headed man around his waist with his huge left arm, Walter held the bucking sheriff still as he plunged and pulled the fat dildo in and out the man's ass with increasing speed and force. The sheriff covered in sweat and loving the assault on his ass by the black construction worker cried out "Fuck that ass, man. Fuck my ass you big black nigger. Make me your pussy boy. Fuck man. Take it man. Show me who's boss". The beer gutted black man slammed the whole fat rubber dick into the red-headed sheriff and after twisting it and plunging it around for a few more minutes yanked it out the man's ass. Reaching over, Walter grabbed the motor oil can, and slathered his huge ham hock fist and arm with the black goo. Slapping some of the oily goo onto the sheriff' ass, Walter slipped two of his cigar thick fingers into the pursed hole. Adding a third finger and fourth, Walter added his thumb to the well stretched asshole and firmly pushed against the protesting hole. As the black man's knuckled passed the sphincter, Sheriff's ass closed around the huge hand and Walter made fist inside the sheriff's ass and began to slide his fist further into the ass as he had done many times. before. The sheriff groaned in pain as Walter fist fucked the sheriff's ass. Walter began to move and rotate his fist faster and harder and punched the sheriff's ass with his fist harder and faster, ;punching the sheriff's bowels while he thrashed about the pissed on cum stained mattress in hot pleasure. The huge black fist punched around the inside the sheriff's hole as Walter breathed heavily, black skin glistening with sweat. Reaching around the sheriff the black man pulled the man's fat white cock. As Walter's huge black fist and arm assaulted his ass, his other fist jerked and pulled on the white cock. Sheriff's cum blasted all over the mattress and Walter could feel the spasms around his arm shoved deeply up the sheriff's asshole. Slowly the beer gutted black construction worker pulled his shit covered arm out the stretched asshole. Reaching around the sheriff Walter aligned his fat black dick to the stretched hole and put the hit covered black fist and arm to the sheriff's mouth. "Clean it off mo'fucka" Walter snapped and felt the white man's tongue lick at the shit encrusted knuckles and between his fingers. Walter began to fuck the sheriff with his fat Blake horse dick while the red-headed sheriff licked, kissed and sucked his shit covered fist. After Walter shot his stick load into the sheriff's ass, Walter placed his lips to the sheriff asshole and let the cum and shit drip into his mouth. The sheriff let go the stored up cum and shit into the sweating black man's mouth. Walter forced the red-headed barrel chested sheriff onto his back and laid his tar black body on top of the pale freckled, muscular man. The sheriff lifted his head up and licked the remaining shit and cum out of the man's mouth in a deep kiss. The to men fell asleep like that for the rest of the night. Chapter V Buck enjoyed life on the farm and could not imagine living anywhere else. The big blond farm boy had been popular in school and fucked all the girls in the senior class, anytime he wanted. Many nights he could be found in the backseat of his old Chevy with one of the cheerleaders bounding up and down on his donkey dick. He loved watching them fuck themselves on his cunt-stretcher while he sucked and played with their tits. Many nights after the fuck fest with his father, Buck awoke with his thick white cock straining at his pajamas and jerked off thinking about one or the other scenes he enjoyed. There was the time Buck was in the horse barn and was watching the studding of one of the mares. The stallion was slipping its huge slimy cock into the cunt of the mare. Buck watched as the dick, covered in slime slipped in and out, fucking the mare like a piston. Buck's own cock was out and he pressed it up against the stall, humping it as he watched the two animals fuck. He often wondered what a cock that size would feel and taste like in his mouth or up his ass. He had carefully examined the horses cock on numerous occasions. He would put the horse in it's stall and secure the legs in restraints. Buck would pet the animal and brush it's back with the stiff haired brush and gradually work his way down to the underside of the beast. Buck would gently massage the sheath where the horse cock was hidden and increase the rubbing with his huge gnarly hands. Moving from the side of the horse, Buck would get beneath the animal on his knees and get his mouth closer to the sheath opening. As he massaged the horse's still hidden cock he would get his mouth right to the opening and inhale the horse meat aroma funk that lay hidden. At first the cock head would appear; black, slimy, shiny and the size of a man's fist, dripping oozed and smelling of raw sex. he loved the strong animal sex odor that emitted from the dick and with one hand on his own fat white cock and the other on the cock sheath, he would purse his full lips to the slimy head as it came out of the funky opening. Kissing the meat, he got the bitter, salty taste of the cock and moved his lips around the slime covered head, inhaling the animal smell and jerking on his own cock. As the massive cock continued to lengthen and come out the sheath, Buck would crawl backwards with the horse's cock head at his lips and grab hold of the dripping horse cock with both hands. The cock was slimy and his hands massaged the juicy horse cock and spread some of the funky juice onto his own prick. Buck had measured the huge horse dick before and it measured well over 20 inches in length and 8 inches around. The fat head barely fit in his mouth so he would place his spread wide lips over the head and suck as much of it as he could while he massaged and rubbed the dick hanging down from the horse. The barn would reek of the animals sex smell while Buck jerked the huge horse, slimy dick in both of his gnarly hands while he chewed, licked, sucked, kissed, and loved the fat purple head. The horse above would be moving around in excitement and Buck urged calm words up to the Beast, massaging the dick and under belly of the stud horse. "Gimmee ya cum, baby" he would murmur as he sucked on the horses slimy cock and rubbed the ooze covered dick over his face and hair, covering himself with the slimy, sticky prick juice. One time Buck had pulled a small oak table under the horse and laying himself face down on it, was able to get close enough to work the head and about 8 inches of the horses dick up into his ass. Having been fucked by his pa and others, his ass muscle, though still tight, could accommodate the hose dick. He had sucked the horses dick to erection and laying down on the little table, moved his ass down a little at a time til the slime covered head of the horse's dick was at his asshole. The muscular blond farm boy got on his knee on the table and pressed his ass up against the horse dick head. Slowly he moved his ass around the head getting the slime off and lubricating his hole, Buck gently began backing onto the fist thick head of the horses cock. It took a while and the pain seared red hot through his body. The head of the dick pressed Buck's asshole ring wider than ever. The continued the assault on his ass until the whole head of the slimy dick was inside his ass. With a deep breath the kneeling farmboy backed his ass slowly down the horses dick until he had about 8 inches of horse dick up his ass. The restraints kept the horse from shoving the whole, gigantic thing up inside him so Buck was able to let the horse shove the eight inches in and out his stretched asshole. Fuck me, oh yeah, fuck me, and yelled as the hose fucked in and out the puckered hole as Buck twisted and pinched his tits while getting his ass plowed by the horse's dick. The horse was not able to hold back and spilled its seed deep into his bowels and seared the tender ass walls. Buck could feel the hot cum gushing around his asshole and jerked himself off as the horse unloaded its seed into the kneeling, begging farm boy. It took awhile for the horse to unload all its cum and Buck would rest his head on the table as the horse spilled the copious smelly hose cum up his ass. The cum had sprayed out of Bucks ass and dripped onto the table, there was so much of it. After resting awhile, he would stand up and push his ass muscles to expel the cum from inside his hole. The gusher of horse cum, shit, and slime sprayed onto the hay covered floor like a hose. The horse always gave Buck a good ass stretchin. The best part was sucking on the horses dick head until the horse dumped its cum into Buck's mouth. The blond farm boy would jerk the dick in both his hands and fasten his mouth to the horse's prick as it shot horse cum into his mouth. Buck would gag and choke on the horse dick swallowing as much of the slimy, smelly cum as he could, choking on the thick, slimy stuff, most of which dripped out his mouth and down his chin to cover his hairless muscular chest, arms and his prick which was straining erect and pointing towards the ceiling of the barn. Buck enjoyed the taste of the cum and sucked the horse's prick several times a month. Buck also liked to suck Tyrone's dick. Tyrone was the mechanic in town and Buck had sucked the black man's 10 inch donkey dick many times. The short, muscular mechanic called Buck his nigga dick sucker and liked to get Buck on his knees in the stall and watch him choke on his big black dick. The black man had fucked Buck in the hayloft many times and urged the blond farmboy to swallow his whole fuck stick. "Put my huge black cock down ya throat, dick sucker". Sometimes Tyrone would be sucking on Ed's big ole white prick while choked on his fat black pole. Chapter VI Tyrone had owned the service station for years and was the best mechanic in the county. for travelers and locals in a jam he offered his expertise and in no time had them on their way One day an older gray haired white man pulled into Tyrone's shop. The steam rising from the hood of the gigantic Mercedes spelled trouble. Tyrone sized the man up, a city man, slightly gray, good shape, sharp suit. the man watched as Tyrone began to fix the car and paced around the garage smoking a stogie. Tyrone had his shirt off and his dark black skin shined with sweat and grease. The short muscular black man's blue work pants hung off his ass showing his crack and bunched around his soiled, ripped work boots, caked with grime. The black man grunted and strained with the car while the gray haired man watched. After a while, Tyrone came out from under the hood and watched the man go into the men's room. Tyrone wiped his grimy hands off and headed towards the stalled bathroom. When he opened up the door, the stench of the smelly room hit him like a fist. The door was closed to the stall nearest the urinal and Tyrone could hear the white man taking a shit. Tyrone, walking up to the stinking urinal, pulled out his mammoth black cock and took a leak, looking at the man's shoes that showed beneath the stall wall. He noticed the man had leaned over and put his eye against the hole in the wall and watched him handle his black dick. Shaking the remains of piss off his dick, Tyrone faced the hole and let his dick hang out his pants. The man groaned in the stall and Tyrone walked forward, grabbing his cock in his grimy hand, whispered "you want it?". The white man stuck his pink tongue through the hole and Tyrone grabbed his fat cock and pushed it through the hole. On the other side of the hole, the gray haired man was stoking a nice cut fat cock and watched as the big black dick filled the hole and poked out towards him. Leaning forward, he sniffed the black dick and got the whiff of Tyrone's unwashed funk covered dick. He stuck his tongue out and licked the drop of precum off the purple head. Pulling the skin back on the black dick, the cocksucker opened his mouth and began to suck and kiss Tyrone's dick. "Yeah, bitch" Tyrone moaned, "Suck that dick, boy." The white man moved his lips up and down Tyrone's dick covering it in spit and kissing it, filling his mouth on the black dick while on his knees jerkin his own fat white cock. Tyrone pulled his dick out of the sucking mouth and came around to open the stall door. The white man was on his knees breathing hard covered in saliva. Tyrone stood in the door way with his fat black dick sticking straight out away from his body towards the man on his knees. The white man got back up on the reeking toilet and Tyrone moved towards him, grabbing the back of the man's neck and brought his lips down onto the black dick. Grabbing the man, Tyrone forced his cock down his throat and held his head down around his dick while he choked and gagged on the black cock down his throat. Gasping for air, the man leaned back on his haunches admiring the black man above him and the dick which bobbed in front of him. "You like that dick, dontcha white trash?" "gotcha sitting here sucking my big black dick, gitin me all hot and shit. You like that white boy?". The gray haired man, breathing hard and flushed smiled and played along."Yeah, nigga. I like to suck big black dicks like yours. Now eat mah ass, boy!" Tyrone pulled the man up and turning him around, leaned him bent over the toilet and dropped down to smell the white ass in front of him. Hairy and tight, the white man pulled his ass cheeks apart. "Eat it nigga." and Tyrone stuck his pink tongue around the man's funky hole and began to lick the ass. Slurping and biting the white hairy ass, Tyrone jerked his own cock as he ate out the ass in his face.. "yeah boy, eat my ass, you fuckin faggot". Turning around, the man pushed Tyrone on to the dirty tiled floor on all fours. "Imma fuck you good, boy." And kissed the upturned shiny black ass. Lining his pulsing cock up with the black man's puckered asshole, Nick pushed and slammed all ten inches of club cock up the mechanic's hole. "Ahh, boss, you got a big dick, easy man! Fuck it slow, boss". Tyrone received the ass pounding, moaning on his knees on the cold tiled dirty floor of the men's room. After a short while, Nick pulled his cock out of the begging hole and turning Tyrone onto his back, straddled his massive black chest, and with his cock dripping, pushed it into Tyrone's sucking mouth. "Eat it, punk". As he slammed his cock in and out of the mechanic's mouth. The shots of cum dribbled out of Tyrone's mouth and after pulling his cock out, Nick bent down and kissed the mechanic, cleaning his mouth out of the cum and funk juice. As it turned out, Nick was the warden up at the penitentiary. He told Tyrone how he liked to suck and fuck around with the prisoners and guards up there and invited Tyrone up sometime. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/first-suck | Date: Fri, 21 May 1999 07:45:41 +0000 From: "dicksucker_2000@yahoo.com" Subject: First Suck! First Suck! I had just graduated from high school and had taken a job at a local grocery store. It was tough work with long hours. One hot, balmy Friday afternoon, I was working the checkout stand and Tom was bagging for me. We had been there for about four hours when it became time for us to take our break. We went to the back room and sat down at the table and began to talk about the usual stuff. Tom began to talk about this girl who was supposed to have work with us that night, but she had called in with a cold. "I wish Crystal would have not called in sick," he said. "Me too," I added, thinking about the extra work load I had to take on because of her absence. "Did you know she was married, and that I have been fucking her for the past few weeks?" Tom said as he smiled with delight. "If she were here tonight, I would bust a nut in her after work." Tom had a way with the girls. I said, "Is that so?" He replied, "Yes. I would bust her crotch open wide. I have not had any for the past few days, and my jock is aching for some attention." He paused for a short time and continued. "I sure do need to find something to sweat this cock in tonight." He looked over to me. I could tell he was judging my reaction. "You need to get off real bad, do you?" I asked. I looked down at his basket and quickly looked away, hoping that he did not notice. He exclaimed, "Yes, I was going to try to put it in her ass tonight. You know what I mean?" "I sure do." The sight of her nice, small ass with a gorged dick in it was running through my mind. I could almost see the pain on her face. He began to laugh and said, "How about you bending over for me after work?" He was laughing like it was a joke. I laughed along with him, trying to play it off I said, "We need to get back to work." I knew that deep down he had meant what he had said as he stood up with me looking him up and down. I allowed him to walk in front of me on the way back to the front of the store. His ass looked nice and firm in his tight blue jeans. Tom was a little taller than I was and just about a year older. The thought of his words 'bend over for me' kept running through my mind as we worked for the rest of the evening. At about 11:00, the business came to a halt, and Tom and I were freed up from the front. We had to mop the huge sales floor, usually working up quite a sweat from the steady hour of mopping and re-mopping, especially after working 8 hours checking and bagging and pulling in carts. It had been hot and humid all afternoon and the sweat was poring down my face by the time I finished my mopping. As I said, they were some long days. After the floor was clean we both went out to clear the carts from the parking lot. The hot July Carolina heat wave hit me like a tone of bricks when I stepped out the sliding doors. The heat of the night was accentuated by the heated thoughts that were in my mind about that sweating jock that Tome had under his belt. I watched him pushing in a row of carts. He had to lean into them to get them to move. His pants adhered to his body, accenting his features. After we had spent over an hour scrubbing the floor and pulling the carts, we met up at the time clock and punched out. The manager locked the door behind us, and he was gone like a shot. I Guess he had some where to go, because he had pulled his car into the fire land and it was running when the three of us exited the store. That left only Tom and myself standing alone outside of the store. The stop light had started to blink the yellow color as it usually did in the early morning hours. Tom and I were parked at the upper end of the lot, so we walked toward his truck and my car together. We were worn out from the day's heavy work load. Approaching his truck he said, "Sure you don't want to bend over for me?" he had a smirk on his face as he asked the question. I was nervous, but I found the courage to say, "I won't bend over for you, but I will get on my knees for you." My face blushed, and I tried to play off my statement by giving a slight laugh. "You serious! You know I won't tell," Tom assured me. "I....." "Why don't you get into my truck, and we can go around back and talk about it." He rubbed the bulge in his jock like he was presenting it as a main course in a banquet. "I know you want it. I have see you checking me out. This may be my last offer to you." There was a pause. "You know that I could just go over to one of my girl's house." I thought for a moment, and decided to walk around to the passenger side of his small Toyota truck. I opened the door and got inside. "I..." I was trying to say I was not sure about this, but could not get the words out. My entire body had a trepidation about it. Tome said, "We will talk around back." The engine came to life, and he pulled around to the back of the store behind a row of large waist bins. I was a bundle of nerves as I said, "I...I don't think I should do this." There was a catch in my voice. He assured me and said, "Nothing is going to happen that you don't want to happen. Just get out and come around to my side of the truck." He paused for a moment and added, "If you don't want to after you are around here, we will forget the whole thing. You ought to come and take one good close look. After all, you have been looking all night." Seeing no harm in that, I opened the passenger door of the truck a walked around to the driver's side. I was sweating like a dog and Tom was to. Tow was sitting with his legs out of the door and spread wide. His blue jeans were stretched tight over his legs and hips. "Just look at it. You know you want it! You know you can't pass this up!" He looked at my facial reactions. He could see my eyes focused on his jock. I looked up at him. My stomach was full of butterflies, and I knew that he wanted to fill it with cum. I tried to say, "I.." Tom interrupted me and said, "Now, just drop down on your knees. Hey, my pants are up. There is no harm in that. Take that good look you have been hungering for." His hand was rubbing over his bulging jock "I don't think I should." "Okay." He began to bring his legs back into the truck. I took a deep breath and, slowly, I went down to my knees. He put his feet back on the ground and spread his legs. His crotch was well lighted from an over head security lamp. The bulge in his tight jeans looked so inviting. "Move in closer. Take a good look." I cautiously moved in closer. "That's it. Take a good long look." My eyes were fixed on his jock. "Feel it." He pushed the bulge just and inch or so from my face. I reached up with my hand and rubbed the course fabric. I could feel his sim hard cock through the layers of his clothing. "Look up at me and make a large O with your mouth." I did what he said. Some of my inhibitions were fading and Tom knew it from the expressions on my face. "That's right. You know you want it. Unbutton my shirt!" Reaching up to the front of his shirt, I undid all of the buttons and folded the sides back. His body odor flooded into my face. He kicked his shoes off. Tom looked down and said, "Now, cock sucker, my fly!" My trembling hand went up to his buckle. I got it open and paused. "The zipper. Give it some room to grow!" My fingers found the zip. His dick was hard through the blue jeans. I pulled the zipper down. The white fabric of his underwear peaked through. A profuse odor spilled forth from his crotch. "Reach inside my fly. Feel my throbbing dick." I did what he said. His cock was rock hard. "Pull my pants down." He closed his legs, and I pulled his jeans down to his ankles. The odor, emitting from his groin, got very strong. I could make out the fullness of his cock in his underwear. He stepped out of his pants and said, "Pull my shorts down." I pulled them down. His dick sprang up, at attention. "Just look at it, baby." He was hissing down at me. I looked at the flared head of his dick. The shaft was a vined eight inches or so. Tom's balls and groin was covered in a light frosting of black pubic hair. I could tell that his nuts, in anticipation of release, were pulled tight up against the bottom of his cock shaft. "Touch it!" I caressed his cock. His full rigid cock was in my hands. Pre cum formed at the tip. It glistened in the light. "You know that fellatio is just mouth touching a cock. You have come this far, baby. Be a fellatrix, and just Lick my cock head. Taste that pre cum." I trembled put my tongue out and lick the eye of his bursting cock. His hands grabbed the sides of my head and pulled my face onto his pulsing shaft. His cock head hit the back of my throat. I backed off. Salty pre cum taste was all in my mouth, and so was the sweaty taste of his throbbing dick. "Now you are a real cock sucker! Do you know what good cock suckers are supposed to do? They make cocks cum! You want to be a GOOD cock sucker don't you?" There was a pause. He grabbed the side of my head and made me look up to him. "DON'T YOU?" I looked up to him and said, "YES!" "That's my baby. You just be a good girl and do what I say. I will have you turned out in no time at all!." I looked back at his throbbing cock. I knew some of the girls Tom had dated and wondered how many of them were in my position. I thought about the pussy that this dick in front of my face had popped. "Open wide and suck down hard on the head and jerk the shaft with your hand at the same time." I sucked his cock head in and poisoned the shaft in my hands. "YES!! Baby, blow my dick!" I jerked him hard and fast. My suction was vigorous on his cock head. The suck sounds hinted at the power of the sucking action. After about a minuet, his cock slipped out of my mouth. The head was discolored by my suck action. Tom looked at it and said, "YES! that is the way a cock is supposed to look, just like a whor got off of it! Now, run your tongue up and down the eye." I did as he said and continued to piston his huge shaft. "Take it deep, baby. All the way down!" I opened wide and pulled his cock down as far as I could get it to go and backed off. I AM GOING TO SPEW!!!" The tip of my tongue walked up and down his cock eye. My hands never stopped working. "SWALLOW IT!" He pushed his cock head back to the bottom of my throat. Some cum flew out from the tip. A drop ran down my throat. "SWALLOW!!!!" He pulled back just a little. My hands continued to work his shaft, SUDDENLY --- SPLASH --- his main wad flew into my mouth. "SWALLOW BABY! Be a real pussy!" I allowed his man wad to accumulate on the back of my throat. My thumb milked the bottom of his shaft. A few more drops joined the main load. His dick began to subside in my mouth. He pulled his spent dick it out. "Take a deep breath and just suck it down." He was looking down at me, satisfied at his conquest. I inhaled through my nose and with a giant gulp, all of his load except for a drip on my lips and chin was gone. "Put my underwear back on and my pants." I did what he said, and zipped him up. I held out his shoes for him and he took them quickly. He pushed be back out of the way and, got into his truck and left. I went home with the taste of his dick and cum on my tongue and his load in my stomach. dicksucker_2000@yahoo.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/high-school-humiliation/high-school-humiliation-13 | Date: Sat, 26 Jun 1999 08:07:59 PDT From: tim tim Subject: high school humilliation chapter 13 Chapter 13 of Highschool Humiliation So I knew I was going to be humiliated again during the next gym class. The change that the coach would allow me to get one of the spare shorts would be small. But I before it was going to be Tuesday and would see Michel on Sunday. I told my parents that I would go to Brandon's place and work out again with him. They believed me and I went away. I met Michel at the station. "Good morning, there you are, pretty one" "Yea good morning to you to Michel, it is going to be beautiful weather for a nice bicycle tour. Don't you think?" "Yea, that is fine, come here and let me kiss you". I walked towards him and put my bicycle aside. We started kissing and I knew I longed for that during the last days. I started to go through his hair with one hand I just loved the way his hair felt, soft and a little bit erotic I think. We hardly could stop but I knew I had to be careful at the station, you never if there is somebody who knows you. "We better stop Michel and try to find a more quite place to continue" "That is a good Idea Tim, but it is hard not kissing you". We started off and for the next hour we road through the countryside. We talked about school, the badminton matches of Saturday and of the upcoming wrestling match at school. Almost 40 km from the station there was a little lake with a kind of cabin beside it. When I was a child I visited it regularly and I never so anybody there. I had some difficulties to find it but it was still there. It looked even worse so I think nobody had been around here for the last year or even more. We put our bicycles at a try and made our way to the cabin. "This is a beautiful place Tim, how did you find it". "I first found it by accident when I was 9 or so. I was just having a ride through the countryside when I found the lake. Later on I discovered this cabin. I haven't been around for a few years but this looks still abandoned. To me". "Yea that is one thing for sure, well we better see what is inside". We went inside and I saw that nothing much had changed. The same old table and sofa were still there together with some chairs. Come on lets sit down. We sat down and started kissing again. Not only on the mouth but we also went for the ears, neck and little by little we took our shirt off and started licking each others chest and nipples. Michel started to moan. "Oh, Tim, I could do this every day with you, I just love you so much". I was taken a little by this confession of Michel. I stopped sucking on one of his nipples and looked into his eyes. I could see right trough him, his eyes said everything and I just couldn't say anything but I think I gave him the best kiss ever. I also knew I was going to give him some good time. "Just let me take care of you Michel. Sit back and relax" Again I started to suck on his nipples, my hands were going slowly over his chest and back just stroking, teasing him. I felt how his nipples became hard, so he enjoyed this. I slowly went further down and started to lick and kiss his belly. With my hands I slowly went towards his legs and just let them glide over his jeans. I came back again with my hands touching his inner legs and then slowly felt his crotch. Even through his jeans I could feel that it was already hard. I slowly unzipped his jeans and took them off. I looked a moment at his white Calvin Klein's underwear. I could see his dick clearly it was well outlined in his underwear. I touched it with my lips and slowly started to suck on it. At first at the place were the top of his dick was and then slowly lowers towards his balls. He was breathing very hard and when I looked up I could see he was enjoying this. I took one of his balls into my mouth trough the underwear. I sucked a little bit and then it slipped out of my mouth. With my finger I found his holly hole and slowly I started to give the surroundings a small massage. After I went up again to the top of his dick I slowly started to bite a little and when I came at the top I got quite a lot underwear in my mouth and with my teeth I slowly pulled it down. His dick got out of it, happy as it was freed out of its basket. I let the underwear go and went back towards his dick. First I started to blow on the top of his dick and then I slowly started to lick it. "Please go on, you're making me mad -- this feels terrific, Tim". Encouraged by comments like that I slowly started to lick his cock more intense and more to the base of it. When I came at the place were his balls were, I took one into my mouth. I let it roll in my mouth and let it out again. At the same time I slowly played his ass with one of my fingers. Just slowly so that I was sure he wanted me to fuck him later. I started to take more and more cock into my mouth. He laid his hands on my head and they decided more and more the rhythm and depth of me sucking. He took completely over and more and more he began to fuck my mouth harder. I knew he was almost there and awaited his define fluid. He started to scream a little and then I felt how his cum landed on the back of my tong. I slowly started to swallow it. "Oh Tim, that was wonderful, the best until know." "Well, you deserved this because of the lovely words you said. You know Michel, I love you to and this was one of the way's to show that". "I have one problem now Tim, You have made my ass as hot as warm cream so please fuck me, will you" "If you want" "Yea please I'm longing for it" I took his legs up in the air and brought slowly my dick at the holy entrance. Very carefully I started to push and little by little it went in. When the top of my dick was in I waited for a moment I could see that I was hurting him but I knew that pain would become less after he got used to it. After a minute or so I saw a smile on his face and he told me to continue. I slowly pushed my dick further in and I knew he could handle it because now it went in very smoothly. "Is it all inside me" he asked a moment later. I smiled at him and went forward so that I could kiss him. Now I slowly took it out and in again. I started to fuck him at fist slowly but the feeling of my dick in such a tight hole made me forget a little what I was doing. So I became a little harder and the rhythm took over and I was out of control. I fucked him hard and a minute or so later I came. I felt how his ass contracted and tried to squeeze my dick out but I managed to stay in until the last drop left my dick. Some of it started to flow out of his ass together with some blood. I was scared when I saw that and looked at his face. A big laugh on his face told me that he enjoyed it despite the way it happened. "I am sorry Michel I just lost control. Your tight ass was too much for me to handle. I just love you". And with that said we kissed again and lay quietly beside each other just enjoying the feelings we just had gone though. Some how I had fell asleep and I became awake with a sound I heard coming from outside. I looked around to see if I saw Michel but he was not there. The door opened and he entered. "I had to take a pee and I didn't want to wake you, you sleeping beauty." "Did you sleep too? "Yes, I just woke up. We kissed and when I looked for my watch I saw it was already three O'clock. "I have to go Michel, I can't be home to late otherwise I will be grounded for a longer period." "That is fine by me, Tim, as long as I can see you somewhere next week". "That should be Ok, Michel". Together we went back towards the station and we arrived just a few minutes before Michel's train came. We kissed goodbye and I slowly started to think what a great day it had been. The Sunday evening went by and on Monday I tried to be around Michel as much as I could. We talked again during lunch and we tried to hold hands if we thought that nobody was looking. At the end of the day at the station I saw Brandon again. He told me not to forget what he had said on Thursday evening. I told him that I would do as he told me too. On Tuesday morning I left my shorts at home. I already had thought about what kind of underwear I was going to wear. I had a black and a blue one. Briefs quite big and not too tight. I decided to take the dark blue one because if I dripped some piss or something else on the black one before gym, they would see that. When I entered the lockers that afternoon I went to the coach straightaway and told him that I had forgot my shorts. "Well, you know that that is no excuses not to take part so just keep your underwear on and go in. This is the last time you and Brandon can practice before the test games of next week. Did you lose some weight already or not?" "Not enough sir I just dropped two kilos" "Well you have an other week so do your best". I walked back into the lockers and saw that Brandon was waiting for me. "Hurry up Tim, I want to start you're training again." "I forgot my shorts Brandon and was just asking the coach if I could get a spare one" "And did he?" "No I have to go on in my underwear" I knew we were not playing this game for Brandon but for any one else who was standing around. Most of the kids had left and I started to undress myself. Just before I went into the hall, Brandon said with a soft voice "When we are ready walking, you are going in to take a pee. Also you must get one of the pills I put in you're bag and take it before coming back into the gym". Then I knew what the humiliation was going to be. He wanted to order me around in front of every body in my underwear with a hard dick that would not go soft. The other kids looked at me when I entered the gym but the coach already said, " You all know what happens when you forget you're gym short. Ok Brandon and Tim you can use the left side of the gym today". My dick was not hard yet and I had to start to walk hard 20 rounds. When I finished that Brandon told me that we would go wrestling a little bit. I knew I had to go to the toilet now so I did as ordered. I found the pill that Brandon had put in my bag and I went to the toilets I got some water and took the pill. I looked at my underwear and tried to fit it in the best possible way with a lot of cloth to hide a hard one. I went back in and Brandon and me started to wrestle. A few times I felt how his hand touched my crotch and instantly my dick went hard. Well-let say as hard as it had never been. Brandon laughs a little when he saw what happened. He had never done that before, touching my crotch and just before we continued I looked at his crotch and saw that his dick was a little bit harder than normal. Was this going to be the first time that I would see Brandon getting aroused by humiliating me. At that moment I knew I would go for it. When you are wrestling you always have a chance to touch the other one on that intimated spot. We continued the game and before I even could have tried touching his he already touched mine a few times. I became very horny and new I just wasn't to far away from coming. I tremble a little when I came to that conclusion and when I looked at Brandon I could see on his face that he was just planning that to happen. We continued the game and I tried to reach his dick a few times. It didn't work until after he touched my dick again and he seemed off guard for a moment. I felt his dick and it was not a little bit hard but very hard at that time. "You like this don't you, Brandon?" I saw how confused he was for a moment but then he controlled everything again and said "I will punish you for that remark." At the same time he touched my dick again a few times and I got a change of getting his dick also. That was just too much for me and I felt how cum got out of my dick and stained my blue underwear. When he touched my dick again his hand felt the wet place and looked at me. "We better stop no. Start running again for at least 50 laps. I have to go to the toilet, will be back soon". I saw whom he walked away quickly, just before he turned around I saw that his dick was still hard and you could see it also. Was he going to wank his dick in the toilets? I had not enough time to think about that I knew I had to stand up and start running. I looked at my hard dick and the stains. You could see my underwear was wet but it even could have been piss. I looked around of anybody was looking and started to get up and do my 50 laps. I saw how some of the kids noticed at least my hard on because they were taking a good look at it when I walked by. I felt pretty embarrassed. It took a while before Brandon came back; I couldn't see the outline of his dick anymore so my suspicion had been correct. He had been wanking his dick in the toilet. I knew I was getting him where I wanted him. I wanted his cock in my mouth or ass but until now I hadn't had a chance or order to touch it so well maybe in the future. The gym lesson continued we wrestled some more and sometimes I felt how Brandon touched the wet spots on my underwear. At the end of the lesson we walked back into the lockers. We were the last ones to enter and only four or five kids were there the others had already changed and left home. Most of them were friends of Brandon's. One of them came closer by and said, "Looks like he is hot for you Brandon. He has a very hard dick." Brandon looked at me and said, "Well maybe this little faggot licks to show of his dick and did he forgot his shorts on purpose". Jason the friend of Brandon who was standing now right in front of me looked even more closely at my underwear and said, "His underwear is even wet. Looks like you enjoyed yourself out there didn't you Tim". I just didn't know what to answer and then the coach walked in and every one got on with their business. I knew I was out of the picture now but I still didn't know if the other guys would think that I was gay or not. When I arrived at the station, Brandon came towards me and said, "That was a close escape for you but because you didn't answer their question I think you need to have another lesson. So on Thursday night come to my place and you will get told what to do. We will also see how much your weight is. I have special plans for next week for you. " So this was chapter 13 we are coming to the end of the story a few more chapters to go. I will try to write in the next weeks, just ending the story before the vacations starts (beginning of August). I would like to here of you and if you liked the story so far or even witch part you like best. If you have suggestions in how to end the story lets say in about 4 chapters let me know. Email: noway16@hotmail.com or ICQ: 36967366 |
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jackson-enslaved/jackson-enslaved-5 | Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2000 05:43:26 -0500 (EST) From: R A D Subject: Jackson enslaved 5 second revision I am persuaded to place a warning here. This story is a fantasy. Please do not try something like this. It is obviously not safe to place yourself in the hands of a man you do not know under such vulnerable conditions. If you are not yet 18 years of age or not yet 21 years of age,depending on the country, you are too young to read this and should depart from here until you reach the legal age If you are offended by imagination of sex between men or master slave type sex then you should not read this. In fact you should not even be here. I also ask that if anyone wishes to reproduce this story or any part or episode of it in whatever form they seek my permission in writing first. axeldarke@yahoo.ca ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Larry broke into a cold sweat. The cell room was never cold but Larry was tied over the goddamn whipping horse again and he was frightened. He didn't want to show it but he knew what was coming and he knew it would hurt like hell. The Marines had taught him to be tough but this was getting harder and harder to take. Last night he had yelled and cursed at Dieter and he knew that was a whipping offence. It had been 2 weeks since they brought him here and by now he had been over this horse 12 or 15 times so he knew the drill. Dieter would select one of the whips or paddles hanging on the wall and Larry's ass would soon be smoking. Larry is a hardened Marine and he knows how to take pain but there is a limit. He had so far been able to keep his tough shell and hard attitude despite the pain but he knew he couldn't do it much longer. His poor butt was black and blue and covered in welts. He needed to get a break. Yesterday morning he had decided on a new strategy. Instead of the angry defiance he had shown so far he was going to be more passive and obedient. Not giving in exactly but not giving Dieter an excuse to whip his poor ass every god damn day. Dieter hadn't broken him yet but he feared that he could not take it much longer. He needed to figure out a way to escape but before he could think and plan he needed to get away from getting whipped like this every day. The pain made it impossible to think clearly. So he began to obey and hold his tongue and yesterday he had avoided this damn horse for a full day. It was a huge relief and he found himself regaining his edge. Even one day made a difference. He felt he could beat this bastard if he got a chance. Then that Son of a bitch Carl brought Jackson in and started to fry the kid's balls. Dieter had told Larry he had found the Jackson logs in Larry's laptop. He thanked Larry for finding the boy and told him that he was going to capture him too. At the time Larry thought this was probably just psychological pressure but last night he found out differently. Larry felt so guilty about getting that poor kid mixed up in this place that he could not take it and he lost his temper. His plan about submission and obedience was blown completely. So here he was now over the horse and ready to take it again. Still he was a little puzzled. Last night his captor had said that Jackson would take Larry's punishment from now on. Larry was extremely disturbed by that idea because he felt guilty enough for having gotten the kid into this place as it was. He knew that Jackson could never take the kind of beatings Dieter had given him. Last night he had not slept. In fact he was more disturbed than at any time since he was captured. So when Carl and that little prick Barry had come to his cell earlier he had almost felt relieved. As usual they had their livestock prods to take care of any trouble he might give them but today he didn't resist. They told him he was going back over the horse and he didn't resist when they shackled him. He saw that Dieter was watching from the window above with a satisfied look in his eye that chilled Larry to his bones. He knew that bastard was up to something but he didn't know what it was. The horse Larry was strapped to was on the floor of the main room. It faced a sidewall so that the cells were to his right and the entry door to his left. The horse itself was designed so that his chest lay on a padded platform a little narrower than his shoulders that began just below his neck and ended at his waist. He was forced to kneel with each of his knees on a separate platform so that his legs were open and his butt and his cock and balls could be accessed directly from the back end of the horse. His arms were extended toward the floor and several straps from his wrists to just above his elbows held each of them tightly. A strap below his shoulders and two more above waste Held him tightly to the platform. Straps at his thighs, knees and ankles prevented him from moving his legs at all. The over all effect was to present Larry's ass as a target for anything Dieter cared to do to it. Larry could turn his head to the right enough to see into the cell that had been his home for two weeks. But he could not turn enough to see into the other cells. Last night when he had finished with him Dieter had placed Jackson in the cell next to Larry's but Larry never heard a word from him. He figured the kid was probably so terrified that he was silent for fear of punishment. Larry had wanted to talk to the kid and maybe try to comfort him a little. Yet he wanted to be damn sure he didn't get the kid more punishment than Dieter had said he was going to receive already. He figured that they would be listening and waiting for an excuse to pounce so he said nothing. Now here he was nude and over this horse. The kid was getting a pretty intimate look at his bare butt and soon he would get to see it take a whipping. Not exactly the way Larry would have chosen to be introduced to Jackson. Larry had been deeply humiliated the first time Dieter had strapped him down to this horse with his bare butt sticking out for all to see. Of course 'all' was just Dieter and his stooges plus the other prisoner. Still the first few times he was over the horse he had been extremely humiliated to be exposed like that. His humiliation was made much more intense when Dieter explained to him that each session was videotaped and became part of a Library that he sold to select buyers. Yet by now he had forgotten the taping entirely. The pain of the beatings was now the central reality to them and nothing else and no one else watching much mattered to him. What he had to face and get through was the pain. All the rest was irrelevant. So he thought at least. Just then he heard the key in the lock and the door steel door opened. Carl and the Barry came into the room. "Hey jarhead, were back, aren't you glad to see us?" Carl asked him Larry truly hated this man but he wanted to be careful to avoid getting into more trouble than he faced already so he didn't say what first came to his lips. He didn't say anything at all. Carl walked over toward the horse and pulled a 2 foot long leather strap with a single handle on it off the wall. It hung there among the many implements Dieter already used on Jackson's butt. Carl wound up and delivered five hard and fast lashes across Larry's poor bruised ass. Larry was shocked. Only Dieter had beaten his ass since he had been brought here. This was totally unexpected. "Jarhead I am here to punish you and it is going to start with you showing me respect. You can start now or I can give you some more. " Carl said to him in a loud and aggressive voice." He lifted the lash up and prepared to strike again. Larry knew he had to do it but he fucking hated it. This guy was a fucking weakling and a coward who wouldn't stand a chance with him if he were not strapped down. If he were untied he would rip the son of a bitches guts out. But he wasn't untied and he knew he had no choice. " Yes Sir I will show you respect. You don't need to give me more." Every pore of Larry's being rebelled at doing it and he burned in humiliation because he knew that Jackson and the video were catching it all. But the thing he had to do now was get thru this. Whatever it took. "Well jarhead maybe you are beginning to learn your place after all. " Carl said. " You sure as hell forgot it last night. You were in serious need of attitude adjustment but maybe you have begun to realize that. We'll soon see." Carl said. "Since you got here boy Master Dieter has handled your training but he is a busy man. He has a new slave to train now so He has given me the responsibility to work on you" Carl said. "The first thing we are going to do boy is to teach you your place. Right now you are nothing but a piece of shit. You are an untrained slave. You are owned meat, property of your master Dieter but until you are trained to serve and obey you are fucking well worthless. But I am going to change that. " Carl said as he ran the strap slowly up and down the crack of Larry's Ass. "The first thing you will learn is how to address me properly. You already know that your owner is always addressed as Master Dieter. From now on you will always address me as Sir Carl. My buddy here will always be Sir Barry. " Carl said. You got that boy? He asked as he laid a sudden hard lash across Larry's bruised butt. Shocked by the sudden pain but burning still with anger and Humiliation Larry replied "Yes Sir Carl I understand. " "That's god boy, I am glad to hear it but I want to be sure that your new attitude is more than just talk," Carl said walking around in front of the horse. He lowered his jeans and backed up so that the crack of his butt was directly in Larry's face. " I am giving you a great honor boy by letting you lick out my butt. I have been running today and didn't shower last night so it will have a taste that a piece of shit like you will enjoy. So get to work. Now" Carl said with an edge of contempt in his voice. Larry was only just able to prevent himself from exploding in anger. It took all of his considerable strength not to rebel at that moment. He was finally able to restrain himself with the knowledge that the alternative was likely a heavy whipping after which he would have to do this anyway. So he began to lick, slowly at first but gradually putting more effort into it, handling the humiliation of doing this for the video by losing himself in what he was doing. Carl's butt was a little salty to taste but not so bad and not really dirty as he had implied. " Ohh fuck man you are a fucking pig. You know how to lick ass boy damn you are good at it!" Carl moaned in pleasure. " Ohh man Barry this boy is a born pig aren't you boy. "Carl said " Boy? Boy I don't hear you." Carl turned and looked at Barry who was standing beside the horse. Carl held up five fingers. Barry took the strap Carl had used on Larry and gave Larry five hard lashes across his upturned ass. Larry was shocked out of his ass licking reverie. He gave a shout of surprise. "Boy I was talking to you. You have to listen to me no mater how much you like licking my asshole. " "Sorry I dint hear you" Larry said. Carl held up five fingers again and Barry delivered five more harsh lashes. "What was that you said boy?" Carl asked " Sorry Sir Carl I did not hear you." Larry quickly replied. "That's better boy" Carl said. "Now thank Sir Barry for his lashes." " Thank you Sir Barry for lashing me" Larry said wondering how much farther they would make him go. " Now get back to work boy. "Carl instructed. Larry began to lick again. " Oh yeah boy you are good. You are a born pig boy aren't you boy." Larry began to wonder if getting whipped really was worse than this. But he knew he had to get through this to have any chance at escape. So, resigned to this fate, he said " Yes Sir I am a born pig boy" and he kept at work with his tongue up Carl's ass to keep him happy. Larry was kept at his task for 15 minutes or so until his tongue and neck muscles were rebelling in fatigue. The horse was not designed for ease in rimming. Carl finally stepped away and pulled up his shorts. "Jarhead you have a tongue talented in rimming. You are a born pig slave. You should be grateful that we are discovering all of these things for you here today. It will make your new owner prize you more highly and pay your Master Dieter more for you when the time comes for you to be sold." Said Carl with satisfaction and pleasure in his voice. Larry was surprised how tough he found it to go through this humiliation, having to lick ass and submit to this fucking coward. Knowing it was all on video made it that much worse. It made him weaken in a way he had not expected. He was feeling more and more doubt about his choice to submit to avoid whippings. He did not realize until now how powerful this kind of heavy humiliation and degradation could be in breaking a guy. He was determined to get through it but fuck it was tougher than he expected. "So boy are you grateful for my efforts here?" Carl asked as he ran his hand down Larry's backbone and into the crack of his ass. He gave Larry's buthole a goose with his middle finger and Larry, a little surprised, gave a gasp. Both Carl and Barry laughed at Larry's reaction. " Yes sir Carl I thank you for your efforts" Larry said. "Why are you grateful boy?" Carl asked him. " I am grateful to lick your ass sir" Larry said not sure that that was what was demanded. Carl moved over in front of the horse again and knelt on one knee so he was even with Larry's face. " Yes boy I know you love to lick my asshole but we have discovered you are a pigboy, you are born to lick asshole." Carl said with lust and pleasure in his voice at humiliating the big marine. Larry knew what was expected and he did it but he hated it. " Yes sir Carl I want to thank you for discovering I am a pig boy born to lick asshole" Larry said while Carl bent and looked directly into his eyes. Larry was experiencing something at that point that he had not felt in the past. He had always been the top, the dominant guy in all his relationships and he got off on it. Big time. For the first time ever he found himself feeling that kind of sexual spark he had only felt as a top before. God help him but he was feeling like he was getting off on this. For the first time since his capture Larry began to fear in a way that he had not experienced before. He began to fear he would be broken, not because he couldn't resist their abuse but because he couldn't hide his desire. He found that he could not look Carl directly in the eye any longer and looked down to the floor. He could feel that his cock was starting stir for the first time since he got here and he desperately hoped that Carl would not notice. "Well pig boy then I think we will give you the honor to lick Sir Barry's bumhole as well. What do you say to that boy?" Carl asked him. "Yes sir I would like to lick Sir Barry's bumhole . " Larry said it because he knew he had to. His shame was deepened by the knowledge that he was beginning to like this humiliation and use. The humiliation he felt before was intensified greatly and it included fear as well. Fear his tormentors would discover his secret. He actually found himself hoping that Barry would be unclean. Anything to break what was becoming increasing arousal in his cock. Barry walked around to the front of the horse and lowered his gym shorts sticking the crack of his butt into Larry's face as Carl had done. Larry saw before him an ass that almost rivaled Jackson's. Someday he would love to fuck it. Today he had to lick it. Larry began his chore with vigorous strokes of his tongue up and down the crack. He was feeling horny and was into this and figured he would be better off to satisfy Sir Barry than to annoy him. Barry meanwhile was letting out some satisfied cries and letting him know that he liked his tongue work. "Ohhh maaan this is fucking great Carl I like this boys tongue! He is a born pig for sure!" "Oh yeah this boy is a born pig. You know it Barry" Carl said. He had gone to another part of the room and returned with a toy, it was a medium sized butt plug with a vibrator in it very like the one Jackson had worn. He greased it and shoved it suddenly up Larry's exposed asshole. Larry is very tight. He is not virgin exactly but has not been fucked much and not at all since he was brought here. The insertion surprises him and elicits a cry from the pain it caused. Chuckling at Larry's response Carl turned on the self contained vibrator. Larry was surprised by the butt plug and even more by the vibrator. Not More than a finger or 2 had penetrated him since his capture so this was unexpected. He had not been allowed orgasms since his capture, except the wet dreams he had experienced. Dieter wanted him horny. Dieter was getting his wish. The vibrator made his cock harden within 10 seconds. Larry didn't want it to be hard but he was relieved that the vibrator gave him cover. He had feared that it would be hard soon without a vibrator. Larry kept at his task rimming the ass of Barry and enjoyed it more and more. He was confused by these feelings but could not deny them. He was serving these guys as a rim pig and he loved it. Carl grabbed his cock and jacked it very slowly brining the very horny Larry close to nirvana. He got into rimming Barry like his life depended on it. After 30 seconds of this Barry stepped away and said " Carl this boy is gonna rim my guts out if he don't slow down" "Well our boy here is just doing what any good pig should do for his masters, aren't you boy?" Carl said "Yess sir yes sir Carl I am doing my best. " Larry said with a lust in his voice that he could not hide. Carl's hand on Larry's hard cock and the vibrator up his butt had the ex marine moving close to orgasm and he could not hide his eagerness. He no longer even tried. Carl then pulled the butt plug out of Larry's hole as fast as he had placed it there leaving Larry feeling empty. The hand job he had been receiving also ended at the same time and Larry was left with blue balls and a feeling of disappointment. He had given into the feelings he was having and enjoyed serving these men but now it seemed it was done. " I think we have made some real progress here today boy. I think you have learned a new attitude and we have shown you that your real place is as a pigslave, not as a big butch marine." Carl said to him with a certain satisfaction in his voice. Now that the stimulation was gone and he was left with blue balls Larry felt he had been fooled. Carl had known how to use Larry's full balls against him and showed him who was the man in charge. Despite his size, despite his training Larry was putty in the hands of Carl and now both of them knew it. " Now we need to move on to the punishment. Last night you swore at me slave and you threatened me. That is something I cannot tolerate from a slave. It is something that calls for punishment. Do you agree with that boy?" Knowing he was trapped Larry said, "Yes sir Carl I do deserve punishment for threatening you and swearing at you. I am sorry I should not have done it." "Well boy I am pleased to hear that you know you were wrong and deserve to be punished. I am going to whip your ass for it. You will receive 40 lashes, 20 for the threat and 20 for the swearing. You may cry or weep or sob during your punishment but I don't want you to talk or beg or swear. Do you understand boy? "Yes sir Carl I do understand." Said Larry Excellent. Carl then took the 2 foot long strap with the handle attached and began to swing it through the air a few times to get used to it. It was about 4 inches wide and maybe 1/2 inch thick. It won't leave welts but it will put a hurt on the butt of any poor dude who is under it. The first Lash came as a shock to Larry and it left a searing pain over his lower butt. The next five followed each 10 seconds or so apart which was not long enough to recover from the last but long enough to feel the full affect. Larry was able to take them but it took all his effort not to cry out. His poor ass was bruised and welted already from all the previous punishment and it was pure hell to get thru 6. He didn't know how he would get to 40. Carl stopped after the 6 and rubbed his hand over Larry's searing ass. "How are you doing so far boy? You able to handle this punishment?" Larry found himself on the verge of tears. He could not really believe it, after 2 weeks of taking Dieters whipping this man had broken thru and showed Larry he knew how to control him. The humiliation of what Carl had done with him plus the searing pain in his ass was hard to take at the same time. Larry was holding on but it was not easy. " I am ok Sir Carl. I will take my punishment Sir." Is all that Larry could get out at that point. " Yes slave you will." Carl began again and laid 10 hard lashes across Larry's ass cheeks holding nothing back. For Larry it was finally more than he could take. After about number 5 he started to weep and by number 10 he was sobbing. Carl stopped and watched as Larry tried to gain control of himself. Larry was not succeeding and after 30 seconds Carl went and laid a hand on Larry's left ass cheek and said " Slave there are just 4 more in this group. Be strong boy, you can take them" Larry wept openly and said "yess sir Carl" thru his sobs Carl then laid the last 4 across Larry's ass. This opened the floodgates and Larry was overcome with sobs and weeping and it was a few minutes before he was again able to control himself. For 2 weeks this dude had resisted their training and discipline and defied them to break him. He had taken a dozen or more severe whippings and had yet to break. But today Carl showed him that he loved serving as much as being served. He broke thru Larry's macho top facade and Larry knew it. He also knew that they could use it to break him and make him the slave they desired. He no longer had the strength to resist the whippings he got. He no longer had the strength of will to escape. His tears were for his freedom as much as for his sore butt. The big macho Marine wept and sobbed and mourned at his fate. Carl came to him and squeezed his dick again. Larry realized that his dick was hard again after the punishment. He could not hide from Carl. Both knew now that he was a slave. After a few minutes Larry had collected himself and Carl came to his side and placed a hand on Larry's sore ass. "Boy you have 20 lashes to come." Carl said to him. Larry knew that but hoped he might escape them today. No such luck "Yes Sir Carl I understand. I have 20 more for my swearing at you last night Sir" "That's right boy and you will take each one of them. But I want you to remember what I told you when I came down here today. I said that you are an untrained slave. I said because of that you are worthless at the moment to Master Dieter. I said that at the moment you are just a worthless piece of shit. " Carl said. "Do you remember that boy?" Carl asked him still rubbing Larry's throbbing ass. "Yes Sir Carl I remember you told me that I am just a piece of shit. "He replied. Larry was surprised at how emotional he felt at that description. Yesterday being whipped did not bring tears. Right now even mild criticism made him tear up. " Yes boy I said that and I meant it. You have come thru some changes today. But you still need to take 20 more and I have decided to give them to you by a special method. " Carl told him. Then Carl went over to a cabinet where he got some rope and leather pieces and called for Barry to assist him. They spoke out of Larry's sight and hearing and when they returned to the horse they began to release the straps on Larry's ankles and knees. Each of them then slid a loop of leather lover his feet and up to his knees. Ropes were tied to each of these loops and tied tightly to loops at the front of the horse. The affect was that Larry's knees were each pulled far forward so that his legs were split apart as far as they could be without injury. This left his asshole exposed completely. Larry began to fear where the 20 lashes were going to go. "You have probably guessed by now slave why we have had your asshole exposed. The next 20 lashes are going to be applied directly to your asshole and the crack of your butt. " Carl explained " Every time you sit down, every time you take a dump, every time you get fucked If I decide to use you that way, you will be reminded that you are just a piece of shit. You have a chance to improve boy, to show me that you can be a good slave and be better than the shit you are today. But until you do that boy, until you show real effort and improvement we will keep your hole sore to remind you of what you are." Carl explained. "Do you understand boy?" Carl asked " Yes sir Carl I understand. " Larry said trembling with fear at another asswhipping to come. " I am sorry I am shit sir, I will try to be better. Try as much as I can sir." Carl went and selected a new whip, this time much smaller, only maybe 12 inches long with a single strap cut down the middle about 3/4 of the way to up from the bottom. "This is a tawse boy. It is designed to use in small places but it is very effective. You will feel it." Larry was sweating profusely and waiting his latest punishment in fear. Carl swung the whip a few times and then laid a single solid blow right onto the asslips of his prisoner. Larry immediately let out a scream. He had never felt a whip so painful before. It was like a whiplash to his balls. Carl followed with 19 lashes, most not quite so hard as the first, but hard enough that Larry abandoned all pretense of holding back. He was wailing like a baby. This was the harshest whipping he ever had. He was determined to do all he could to improve in his service to this man. He never wanted to have another such beating. End of part 5 Well this is a bit of a twist I know. Jackson's training will start soon. But Larry and Carl just kind of elbowed their way in here. Larry looked like he might be a ray of hope but I think that if Jackson is ever to escape it will not be with Larry's aid. Axel. axeldarke@yahoo.ca P.S. I love email with suggestions, discussion, questions or even criticism so please drop me a line. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jackson-enslaved/jackson-enslaved-1 | Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2001 04:23:06 -0500 (EST) From: R A D Subject: revision of Jackson Enslaved 1 I am persuaded to place a warning here. This story is a fantasy. Please do not try something like this. It is obviously not safe to place yourself in the hands of a man you do not know under such vulnerable conditions. If you are not yet 18 years of age or not yet 21 years of age,depending on the country, you are too young to read this and should depart from here until you reach the legal age If you are offended by imagination of sex between men or master slave type sex then you should not read this. In fact you should not even be here. I also ask that if anyone wishes to reproduce this story or any part or episode of it in whatever form they seek my permission in writing first. axeldarke@yahoo.ca ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ As Jackson sat in his seat near the back of the plane his hard cock was clearly outlined in the tight faded cutoffs he wore. He had tried since taking off to think of something, anything to get it to soften but so far nothing was working. The butt plug up his ass was pressing against his prostate and nothing Jackson could do would make his dick go down. He found the whole thing intensely embarrassing but also extremely erotic and he knew that Larry had planned it that way. Along with the cutoffs and the butt plug beneath them Jackson wore a plain white t-shirt along with a pair of old jogging shoes. No socks, no underwear, nothing else, just as Larry had ordered. At 5'10" 160lbs and 21 years old Jackson had a swimmers build after years of competitive swimming in high school and college. His dark hair, blue eyes and smooth sculpted look had always turned heads. Jackson was used to that but today his tiny shorts and hard cock attracted frank lustful stares. He felt like every eye in the terminal before take off was staring at him with his hard cock and guessed why he was in that condition. This humiliated him intensely yet it also excited him and his cock, if anything, just got harder. Jackson had met Larry only a month before in an online chat room. They clicked immediately and soon were sharing their darkest sexual secrets with each other. Jackson had told Larry of his fantasies about slavery and captivity, things he had never admitted to anyone. Larry told Jackson how he had enjoyed dominating guys since he was a teen and that Jackson was just the type of guy he loved to train. They exchanged pictures over the net. Jackson for one was instantly in lust. Larry is 5 years older than Jackson and his photos show the tightly defined muscles of a man who has spent great effort keeping toned and fit. He is six feet, 200 lbs and seems to have no trace fat on his body. His blond hair is cut high and tight, just like the marine that Larry had been until leaving the corps last year. He is the very image of a master Jackson has fantasized about submitting to. Jackson had always had fantasies about serving a man who was in complete control of him but had always been too smart-or too scared to actually seek to live it out; until now. Larry had helped him overcome his natural caution and convinced him to fly out to the coast to experience a weekend of submission. Jackson was still very deeply in the closet about his submissive side and wanted to keep it that way. Larry suggested that he buy his ticket for cash at a bulk travel place in another neighborhood where no one knew him. That way no one he knew would know or could find out where he was going even if they chance to see his visa card bill. Jackson told friends he was visiting his folks that weekend so nobody would miss him. In the back of his mind Jackson felt a little uneasy about all this but his dick overruled his caution and he went along with the plan. Jackson's pockets carried just 2 things, as Larry had ordered: a one way bus ticket Larry had sent to take him from the airport to the park where they were to meet plus a quarter for a phone call in case he got lost. He was still 1000 miles from Larry but knew that he was already under his control. Larry even had the return portion of Jackson's plane ticket, which he had convinced Jackson to send to him so Jackson would feel completely in Larry's control. When they were making plans for this weekend Jackson had been extremely aroused by the idea of being in such a vulnerable spot. He now felt his complete vulnerability and he began to feel a real fear in his gut. As he sat in his seat he wondered if he really had the balls to go thru with this or the good sense to pull out of it while he still could. If he still could. He thought several times of going to the washroom and removing the plug. But he had nowhere to put it. No bag, no pockets big enough. Anyway what was he going to do then? Larry has his ticket home and Larry wants the plug in him when he gets there. Jackson knew that he would be checked for it and he knew he would pay if it weren't inside him. After 3 hours, which had seemed to Jackson more like 30, the flight finally ended. He was off the plane and through the terminal quickly, having no baggage to worry about. He found his bus and boarded it taking a seat near the front. The bus driver said it would be a half hour trip. As the bus drove into the city Jackson was a ball of nervous energy. He could barely sit down. He knew that he would soon be a captive and he was both frightened as hell and aroused beyond words. The driver called his stop and Jackson was out of the bus and into the evening air, which cooled his sweaty brow and sharpened his senses. He was on a sidewalk in front of a hotel and across the street was a park just as Larry had described. Jackson crossed the street and walked along until he found a lighted diagram of the park. On it he found his location and his destination. The trail he was to take began just off to the right. As Jackson entered the trail he was in a cold sweat. This was it. He was now alone far from home with nothing but the few clothes he wore. He was afraid. Yet his dick was hard as stone. He walked carefully along the trail into the park moving away from the sounds of traffic and people. There were streetlights along the trail but the night was falling and the forest on either side was dark and silent. Jackson began to feel as though he were in a forest far from any city. He soon came to his destination, a wider place in the trail where there was a park bench and behind it a kind of log shelter with a roof but half walls just as Larry had described. He looked around but could see no one about. He entered the shelter and in the dim light he knelt down and began to run his hand along the base of the back wall. His hand soon came on a cloth bag and he picked it up and felt inside it. He found a wide collar and with a small padlock and a pair of handcuffs. He knew that they would be there and he knew what he was required to do. He was definitely having second thoughts, even third fourth and fifth ones but there was not really any choice. He stood and looked around again. There was no one. Slowly he pulled his t-shirt over his head and put it into the bag. He kicked of his shoes and then undid the button and zipper on his cut offs and pulled them down and off, leaving himself completely naked. He took the collar wrapped it around his neck and closed the little padlock. He put his shorts into the bag and then put his shoes back on. He took the cuffs and snapped one around his left wrist. He was about to close the other around his right wrist in front of him when a voice from the forest said, " No, behind you slave." This is the end of part one. This is my first post. I would greatly appreciate hearing any response, good or bad. axeldarke@yahoo.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/high-school-humiliation/high-school-humiliation-16 | Date: Mon, 06 Sep 1999 13:55:38 PDT From: tim tim Subject: highschool humiliation chapter 16 Chapter 16 of Highschool Humiliation I woke up the next morning not knowing at first were I was but then slowly it all came back. I was lying on the floor in the living room of Brandon. When I looked around I saw that nobody else was around and that there was light coming true the curtains so it must have been morning already. I heard no other noise so I expected to be the first one awake. I looked around to see were my clothes were. They were lying around and I started to collect them so that I could get dressed. I had never thought that Jason, Mike or Peter would have gone that far and I especially like that they had forced Brandon some how to let me suck him. Just thinking about that made my dick hard again and I started to play with it. I knew I was not allowed to come so I started to think about something else. That was not easy because it was like a dream, which had come true. It was a shame that I was blindfolded and didn't see who his dick looked like but I knew that that could wait. I just looked around once more and saw that the video with me on it was still lying around. I walked towards the TV and put it on. I wanted to enjoy this one without any one else watching. I started the video and looked again at the way Brandon got me the first time I was in his house. It was no more that two months ago and it seemed like a complete year. I knew the weekend was not over yet but I decided just to wait. When the video was almost completed I heard how the back door was going open. I quickly stopped the video because I didn't know who entered. But then the door opened and Mark, Brandon's little brother walked in. "Well there you are Tim. You liked the party yesterday." "You knew what Brandon had planned." "Yea he said he would wanted his friends to enjoy you somehow. And did they? "I guess so, but what are you doing here." "Did Brandon not tell you. You are mine for the rest of the morning and the first few hours of the afternoon". "No, he did not tell me, but I think I need to be here when he awakes Mark" "No, go upstairs, his room is the first door on the left and ask if you are allowed to go with me and what time you have to be back" I went upstairs and found the door of Brandon's room. I hadn't been here before so I couldn't no what to find. I opened it slowly and there was Brandon lying on his bed with only a sheet over his body. When I opened the door he opened his eyes and looked at me. "What do you want Tim, go back to sleep for a while:" "Well, Brandon, Mark is here and he is saying that you promised him he could take me with him for the next hours or so" "Yea, you can go. We have nothing else planned for the coming hours. But you better be back at four o'clock. We have some special evening for you to go. You have deserved some lesson after what happened yesterday. I don't want to be forced like that to let me suck by a faggot. So I think you need to be punished quite hard." "No Master Brandon, I didn't do anything. The others wanted you to do that." "It doesn't matter who did it, but you have to pay for it. So go with Mark and tell him to bring you back before four o'clock." I turned around and started to walk out of his bedroom. "Wait, Tim, you can tell Mark that he can do anything with you, also the thing he wanted and I said he wasn't allowed. Don't forget to tell him that because I will ask him later on. Well have a good time and see you later": I hardly could image what mark wanted but I knew Brandon would ask so I better tell him. "And what did Brandon say", Mark asked when I came back in the living room. "Brandon said it was alright to go along with you and that I had to be back by four o'clock" "Anything else Tim" "Eh Yes Mark, I also had to say that you were allowed to do anything with me even the thing you asked him last time and he didn't want you to do with me" "What did you do Tim, because I think Brandon is upset with you otherwise he wouldn't have told me this" "Well, I am not sure" "I think you know Tim, come on tell me what happened exactly yesterday". "Jason, Mike and Peter were here and I suck them and was fucked by one of them. Then Jason asked Brandon what Brandon made me do with him. Brandon said that I hadn't done anything sexual with him. Brandon was somehow forced to keep up his face and I was ordered to suck his dick blindfolded. He told me a moment ago it was my fault that that happened." "Yea" Mark screamed "At last the straight boy Brandon sucked by another guy. You did it know, he is going to punish you for that, that is one think I know". "Well I think I had to pay up last night enough already" "Ok wait here I have to make some phone calls and then we are gone here". I had to wait for 10 minutes or so and then mark walked back into the room. "I have made all arrangements so we can go" "Were are we going Mark"? "Just wait and see, some friends are expecting us so lets go, you can borrow Brandon's bike" We went of and left the places were they were living. About 30 minutes later Mark pointed at a farm and told me were going to pick up his friends there. When he arrived I saw whom he mend. Both Frank and Andrew were waiting with their bikes in their hands. "Well Glad to see you again Tim" Andrew said. I didn't answer because Mike said: "We better get out of here before any one is starting to ask questions". "Yea that is a good idea" Frank said, "I know a place not to far away were we can talk our planes through". We started to ride to a little forest site that was on the horizon. When we had driven for almost 30 minutes we rode into the forest and Frank stopped us, as soon we were a minute or so in it. "I think this is a good place to discuss what we are going to do with Tim. You better wait here Tim" They walked away and some discussion happened. During the discussion they sometimes looked at me but the discussions faded and they agreed on something. "Ok, Tim here is what we are going to do" Mark said. "You are going to stand on the left side beside your bike and then you are going slowly take off your shoes, socks, Blouse and Trousers. You can keep on your T-shirts and underwear. Do it slowly so that we can make some pictures." I saw that Andrew was making his camera ready. I walked to the side and put my bike to a three. Then slowly I started to take of my clothes. I knew it was not good thing to try to protest. As long as knowbody was going to get by it didn't matter. Andrew took a picture of 10 while I was undressing. My white underwear was taken on the photo while I had to keep my T-shirt a little higher so it would be on the photo. "Ok that was your first assignment Tim, Now get on the bike and we will go further." Frank got my clothes and put them in a bag he brought along. Just when we were finished another bike came riding there. When he was close by I could see it was a boy of 12 or 13 only. He looked curios at me and then at the others. "You have any questions," Mark asked. "Well, no I will just go on if you let me pass" He said with a little tremble in his voice "You don't have to be afraid if you want to ask anything you can" Mark replied. The boy still didn't look to positive but slowly he asked, " Why is he riding in his underwear" "Because we told him to do so," Mark said. The boy looked curious " What?" "He is our slave and has to do exactly what we tell him to" "Oh " he said. "Do you want to come along, you can if you want to" Mark said. "Can I, you wouldn't mind" he asked "No of cause not, you can even give him an order later on if you want". "Ok, it you don't mind I will come along, My name is Kevin" "Ok Kevin, I am Mark, that is Andrew and Frank over there and our slave is called Tim. We were just planning to ride further on". We got back onto the bikes and started to go deeper into the forest. Kevin looked curios sometimes but didn't ask anything. We ride along for some 15 minutes or so when we came to a meadow in the forest. "We are going to stop over here guys," Frank said. You can go on already. I will be back in 15 minutes or so" We put our bikes beside a tree and I looked at Mark to see what we were going to do now. "Ok we will sit down over here and wait for Frank to come back. At the meantime I think it is a good idea to get out of that T-shirt Tim." I did as I was told and Andrew took some pictures again. While I was waiting there I was standing up and the others were sitting in front of me. They couldn't see what I did; again some one on a bicycle was coming towards me. I felt how mine face turned red because again some one was going to see me. The others looked around when they heard that some one stopped. "Well what do we have here" It was a young guy of a year of 20 or something like that. Mark stood up and said: "We are playing with our toy. He does anything we say" "Is that so, do you mind if I join. I like to see some spectacles:" "Well as long if you let us play and if you are only going to look then I don't mind" Mark answered. "Well that is fine by me". He didn't introduce himself. He was about 1.80 long, blond hair and a little heavy build. Not my type but the idea he was looking at me made my dick stiffen up. "Ok, Now get out of that underwear, Tim and let us see if you are enjoying yourself". Mark said. I stepped out of my underwear and saw the two new ones looking at my stiff dick. "Well it seems he likes that very much", the 20 year old said. "Despite everything that he had to do already he is still enjoying it" Mark replied. With that he started to tell them what kind of public humiliation I already had to go through. "That sounds like a lot of fun, but what are you going to do with him now" he asked. "Well just wait, one of our friends is getting something and then he must perform some more" Mark said. We waited and Mark and Andrew talked a little with the 20-year-old one. They didn't say much to me and Kevin was just sitting there and looking at my dick. "Mark, can I touch his dick it looks quite heavy and I just want to touch such a thick cock to know how it feels: "That is fine by my. As long as Tim knows that is not allowed to cum yet". Mark replied. With that Kevin walked towards me and started to feel my dick. First slowly, barely touching it and then he started to make a fist around my cock and slowly stroke it. He seemed to like it because he let go again and then slowly started to rub the top of my dick. It felt like it was going to explode but I knew I had to control myself. Andrew had taken the camera again in his hands and started to make some photos. I was afraid of what they were going to do with those. Then we heard some noise from behind the left side and turned around. Frank came walking back to us with a horse. It was not a very huge horse but it had the same hight as Frank had so it looked quite big. I turned my face towards Mark with I think a lot of questions on it because I slowly started to get an idea of what they were planning. "Well, here he is, This is goldie a young but very easy horse I think he will do for our purpose just right." "Ok, Tim, this is what we are going to do. You will go lay down on the grass and we will direct the horse towards you. You better lay still otherwise it is possible you will be hit by the horse. Then when he is above you, you can slowly start touching the dick of the horse. Depending on what happen we will decide how to go on" Mark showed me where I had to go to and I lay myself on my back. I trembled a lot because this is not going to be fun I thought. I had seen a horse dick in the past and I wasn't going to be fucked just like by the dog. I would rather die then do that. They lead the horse over me so that it was standing with its front legs beside my head, one at each side. The horse's dick was hidden in a push of hair but I could reach it when I just stayed lying there. "Ok go ahead" Andrew said, "Just let us see if you can get it stiff". I slowly started to touch it but was to scare to make any force with it. Nothing happened and I was already glad. The horse was just not in to it at this moment so I was of the hook. It took too long for Andrew, Frank and Mark. The started to whisper between each other and then Andrew said: " we leave you the choice or you find the right sport and make sure that the horse is going to enjoy this or we make sure that the horse likes it and then he deserves the right to fuck you in your ass". I knew this mend that I better try more to get in to this. I started to rub its dick more forcedly and it started to respond. Out of its shaft came a big, red, brown top and it started to get hard very quickly. "That's it, Tim goes on" Frank shouted. I started to get a firm rhythm going and the horse started to get very hard. I could hardly believe what was happening there. "Wait," Mark said when it looked like the horse was going to shoot his load within a few minutes. "You are going to lift yourself up a little and make sure that your mouth is in the neighborhood when the horse is going to shoot. In the mean time he there is allowed to do with you what ever he likes as long as your mouths keep in position." While he said that he was pointing at the 20 year old. "May I, " the 20-year-old replied: I have never liked faggot so this is a chance to get back at on" I lifted my head while I still was stroking the big fat cock of the horse. I needed two hands so Andrew helps me to keep my high enough with my mouth. In the meantime the 20-year old started to hit my dick and balls with a belt he had taken of his jeans. I hurt but I had to concentrate on the horse so more or less I was able to let it go by. He was not doing his best so it didn't hurt too much. In the mean time I saw how Andrew was still making pictures of me. The horse became more and more restless and I could feel that his dick was close in shooting so I started to slow down a little bit. Then without any warning I felt his cock pulsating and knew for one second before it happened that I better opened my mouth or I would have been punished for not getting any of it. Then it hit my mouth, my face, my eyes, nose and everywhere. It seems liked it wasn't going to end. I got some in my mouth and slowly started to swallow. It had a different taste then human sperm but it didn't taste any worse. Mean while the boys looking were clapping and cheering me on. When the horse's dick came to a rest a little it was Mark who said, " Well suck the last bit out. I can see you enjoy it". I slowly went with my mouth towards the top op the horse's dick and I slowly put my lips around it. I had to open my mouth as far as I could before I had a little bit of the top in. Then when I sucked a little it seemed like the horse came again. He pushed his dick further in and while I tried to get away a very big load came in mouth. "Swallow" Frank yelled. I did as told and could hardly keep it in whiles the horse still try to fuck my face. "This is going to be great pictures," Andrew said while he continued to make them. The horse came to rest again and the 20-year old had ended his hits on my balls and dick when the horse came so I had a moment to breathe heavily. "Well that looked great Tim, I think you have deserved some pleasure for yourself. Go and stand up and relieve yourself". I slowly tried to get from under the horse and stood beside it. I slowly looked at my dick and saw that it was quite red from all the hits with the belt. I slowly started to masturbate but needed only a few tows before I came loudly. "Well I think you can go dress again Tim. We will leave here in a while and we must be sure that you are on time back home" Mark said. Kevin and the 20-year old started to talk to the others and they let me finish dressing up. Without saying goodbye Kevin and the 20-year old went away. Andrew walked towards me and said, " We will go now to my place we have still two hours or so before you have to be back". We rode to Andrew's place in 45 minutes and then went inside. I didn't know what they were going to do but when we entered Andrew's room and he started up his PC, I knew I was in trouble. "You are not going to put these pictures on the net are you guys' I said almost begging. "That was the idea", Andrew said, "We have to, we promised that to one or two newsgroups. We have asked them what would be nice to do with a slave and so on and they gave us this idea and some others, but we had to let them see what we choice. So here we go." He connected his camera to the computer and then slowly started to start putting them on the net. I hardly knew what he was doing. "We will let you know what the reactions are when you are at school tomorrow. We will give them to Brandon". After 30 minutes or so they were ready and Mark told me that it was time to go back to Brandon. We left and just a little bit before four o'clock we arrived at Mark and Brandon's house. "Well just in time back Tim, you can go to the living room. The others are all there" said Brandon when he opened the door. I went into the living room and they were still there Brandon's friends. I had to tell them exactly what I had been doing that they and they had a good laughter about it. "Well you are going to love the things we are going to do tonight." One of them said. I don't remember who said that exactly. When Brandon came back into the room he walked towards me and put a blindfold over my face. "You are not going to see where we are taking you. You will get your assignment when you are there" I was let to the car and pushed into it. We drove for something that felt like an hour or so. Then Brandon took me by the hand and forced my way into a building. I saw through my blindfold that we left the light of the sun. "Wait here, I have to make some arrangements," Brandon said. He went for a while and the other guys were waiting with me. "Do any of you know what he has planned for me" I asked them. "No Tim, Brandon didn't tell us anything but we have some idea since we entered this bar" one of them answered. When Brandon came back he started to talk to the other boys in an other area so I couldn't hear them. "Ok Tim," said Brandon when he came back towards me. " I will bring you to a room were you are going to stay for a while. Then you will be called out. When you are in the room you can take the blindfold off. When you are called you will be brought to a stage and there you will perform a full striptease and masturbation show in front of us. When you are finished you can leave and go back to the room. I will get you there" "You mean I have to perform for you on a real stage Brandon". "Yea you have but I don't know exactly how long it will take for you can go up so just wait in the room" He let me to the room and opened the door. "Just walk in now, you can take the blindfold of and then just wait until you hear your name" With that he closed the door and I walked into the room and took off the blindfold. The room looked like an old dressing room. I couldn't see any other men where using it at the time. I waited for something like a half-hour or so and started to get aroused by the idea that they were going to watch me on a real stage with lights and all. They have seen me doing it before so I just didn't worry too much but got excited more and more as time pasted by. After something like an hour or so (At least that is what I thought), someone called my name and opened the door. "You can go on to the stage keep on walking trough that hall and then just step on the stage as the music start. You can do your stuff then. I hope for you they have the right music ready". I walked into the hall and found something that looked liked the door at the end. I slowly opened it and there was already the music. That was when I found out that the rumor that was coming from that room behind the door wasn't only of Brandon and his friends. I waited for a moment. I just could not believe that Brandon would have me perform for a whole crowd but then some one pushed me in. I didn't have the time to resist and when I was on the stage I heard mean screaming to start. I tried to see something but because of the bright lights that was impossible. I just started to dance on the music and slowly doing some cloths out. I just concentrated on the performance and not on the audience present. Remarks were made when I put off my trousers and when I stepped out of my underwear I had a thick and hard cock. People were encoring me to go on and some money was thrown on the stage floor. I could hardly believe what was happening but started to masturbate some more. The crowed became very loud and at some point I just could not believe the money that was coming on to the floor. Then it came, the erotic scene of all the people looking was too much for me and I came with big splashes on the floor. Then the crowd started to applause hard and one voice came over the noise. It was Brandon who yelled, " Lick it". That yell was taken over by all the others and just when the lights in the room were put on and that of the stage a little less I went towards the floor and just before I started to lick I saw a room full of man of the age of 25 to very old who were cheering me on. At the right hand of the stage Brandon and his friends were sitting. When I was finished I stood up and looked one more time around before grabbing the money and leaving the stage. In that flash I thought I saw Michel sitting in the back of the left-hand corner. I wasn't sure but it could have binned him. < Well almost finishing up this story I think the story is come to an end and if I continue it will become more of the same. So be patient and just wait for the ending in the next chapter>> Your responses of cause are welcome any time at email: noway16@hotmail.com or by ICQ: 36967366 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/high-school-humiliation/high-school-humiliation-7 | Date: Thu, 22 Apr 1999 14:37:19 PDT From: tim tim Subject: high school humilliation chapter 7 Chapter 7 of Highschool Humiliation On Monday morning I woke up with a stiff one. I started to think about what could happen today. I still had to pay up for one mistake. Brandon said that he would like to see me during lunchtime on Monday. So I would here what I had to do to make it in order. I started to think about Michel and what happened during Badminton on Saturday. It seemed like he had enjoyed himself quite well. He has done this before with his coach. Maybe I could get him to do more with him. I just had to see what would happen if I saw him again today. Michel was one of the more famous guys in school. Not big time popular but he had quite a big group of friends. He was good-looking (at least that was I found and heard from the girls). He was 1.80 long, had beautiful green eyes and light blondish-brown hair. He had a little bit of hair on his upper lip and had a well build body. You could see that he did some sports. I thought he only did play soccer but it seems he was active on more sporting area's When I thought about it there were always a lot of people around him but so far as I knew he had no girlfriend. I know he bragged about some dates he had with girls but I didn't see him that friendly with any of them. I was anxiety to see him that day. When I arrived on the school grounds I hadn't seen Brandon yet. He was not on the train. I started to look around to find Michel, but I didn't before the first hour started. I went in my classroom and saw that Michel was sitting in the back of the room. When I entered his eyes turned towards me and a smile came on his face. Just like he wanted to say Hi. I quickly sat down on my chair in front of the class. I tried to look at Michel during that first hour a few times but my teacher prevented to do more. At the end of the lessons I went out of the room and waited for Michel to come out of the room. He came out together with two of his friends. "Hi Michel" I said. "You played a great match on Saturday, it was a shame that your team lost the total match". He waited so that he could answer me. His friends walked towards the next room. "Yes, you played quite well in that last match, Tim". "I have never played better than that game. I think I was very motivated to get back at you" "Well you did. Did you have a great party afterwards?" "Yes we did. We went to our local canteen and had a big party until late that evening" "Suck any cock?" Startled by that question, I quickly looked around to see if anybody was around and could here me. Then I answered "No of cause not. I don't do any of those things with my teammates. Have you ever suck cock from one of your teammates or coach?" "Well I never did, but my cock has been sucked several times. I am just to good for most of our team members". "Did you like it?" "Well if I may say than was your blowjobs one of the best I had so far. If you want you can do it anytime I am horny". "You would like me sucking your cock again then". I asked. "Yes, as long as you're not going to kiss me with a mouth full of cum. That was one thing I didn't like". We talked some more about other things and went to the second lesson. "I will see you around later," Michel said and he walked towards his chair in the room. During that hour I could hardly keep up concentration on what was going on. Michel wanted me to suck his dick in the future. I hoped I could get him to do the same with me. The morning went on quite quickly for me not knowing exactly what the teachers were telling. When the bell sounded to announce lunchtime I knew I had to find Brandon. I forgot him during the rest of the morning but know I knew I had to find him. I took a walk around the canteen but could not find him. I went outside on the school grounds and saw him sitting on the other side on a small wall. He was alone. When he saw me he called me. I walked towards him. "Go and sit down, Tim" he said. I said down beside him and he looked at me. "Did you had a nice weekend? He asked "Yes I did, my badminton team won the game from the team of Michel. You know him don't you" "Yes I do, so you had a big party afterwards?" "Yes we had, I didn't come home before late that evening". "Ok did you do as you were told?" I looked kind of puzzled and because I answered the question quickly Brandon said "You know, not masturbating (or cumming) until I say so" "Of cause I did, sir". I answered this, knowing he would have no way of to verify this anyway. I had masturbated at least four times during the weekend. "Well just to check that I see you at my place after school this evening" "I am sorry Brandon but that is impossible for me. I am grounded for the whole week" "Well the choice is up to you Tim, or your obeying me or your obeying your parents and every one in school will see you putting up a big show. You didn't forget the video did you". "I am sorry Brandon but is there not an other solutions. I will be punished more heavily if I am not home in time" "No am sorry but the choice is up to you. You can come with me after school. Stay behind me when I walk from the station home and be sure to be there five minutes after I went inside." He smiled at me and continued: "That is just one part what you have to do. We still have the matter of obedience with the jockstrap and changing into other underwear. I have thought about it and came up with the following thing. You are going to wear dark blue brief underwear tomorrow. You must be in the lockers as one of the first and undress as quickly as possible. You must walk around (going to the toilet for example) and not dressing into your gym shorts until every one else is." Well nothing new so far, I thought. "What lesson do you have before the gym hour tomorrow?" Gym was our last hour and the hour before we would have math. "Math, I believe," I said. "Where in the class are you sitting?" I did not know were this was leading to so I answered "I am sitting in the third row on the left side, near to Frank". "Frank? The one with the blond hair and blue eyes?" "Yes, that is the one" I answered. "Well then you are not going to have any trouble doing the following thing. Just 5 to 10 minutes before the end of that hour you are going to play with your self. You must be sure to start stroking you cock and be ready to cum just before the bell goes. You must stroke you though your underwear. You understand?" "You want me to cum in my underwear just before gym?" "Yes you understood me. Just be sure that the wet spot is there for me to check. When you walk towards the toilet on the way back you must walk right passed me. I will be able to see if the spot is fresh, probably I can smell it still." The last part he said in a most sarcastic way. "You really expect me to do this, do you" "Yes I do, Tim. You know what the consequences are if you don't. I told you them before. So I will leave it up to you if you are going to obey me or not. I will see you after school at my place". With that said he walked away and went inside. I was still sitting there on the wall not thinking about what I would do. I almost stayed there for the complete hour thinking about what I would do. I just heard the sound of the bell at the background and started to walk more or less automatically towards the next lesson. The rest of the afternoon was even more of a blur than the morning hours were. At last the bell went, I knew I had to go quickly to be on time for the train. When I came at the station as saw that Brandon was standing with a group of friends in the middle of the place were the train was supposed to stop. I walked towards the group and stopped about two meters from them. I decided that it was better to disobey my parents than to be watched on television in front of a lot of kids. When we stopped at the station I went out and walked about 100 m behind Brandon. I saw him entering his house and looked at my watch. I waited 5 minutes and went towards the door. Just when I wanted to enter, the door opened. "Come on in, Tim. Everything is ready," Brandon said. "Ok I said. Going in to the living room". "Yes that is fine, leave your coat overhear". I went in the living room. I saw that there was a microscope on the corner of the table. I started already to think is there away to see if I had masturbate and cum. I just could not believe there was. I hardly believed I would fall through, but who knows. "Wait one moment, by the way you can start undressing already" He walked upstairs and I started to undress my self. I saw that there were to glasses on the table. One already filled with quite a lot of cum. It was the same as I used the two times before when I had to masturbate at Brandon's house. That glass was closed by a folio paper. The other glass was empty. I undressed until I only was wearing my underwear. My dick was kind of getting hard again just knowing that I was able to show off for Brandon. It became more and more exciting and less humiliating to masturbate for him. Then I heard there was somebody coming down from the stairs and when I looked at the door, not only Brandon entered but also a just a little bit older looking copy of him. "Tim I want to introduce you to peter my brother. He is studying medcine at the university for a year now". "Hi Peter, I said" We shook hands and I quickly put mine for my dick so that he could not see it through my underwear. "Hi Tim" he said, "so you want to see how many of your little sperm cells are in your load. You are not afraid of being not healthy, are you" So that was the story that Brandon had maid for his brother. I saw that Brandon walked around towards the two glasses that were standing behind my back. He took one away out of the site of Peter. "Yes I, just want to know how virile I am" "Well before we can count them. You have to give me a specimen so did you bring something with you or is the reason you are in your underwear that you need to make a load" "I haven't brought anything with me so I think I need to get a sample for you" "Well go on then, I have to be out of here in 30 minutes. " "Right here" I asked. "Why not" Brandon said quickly. "We now what you are doing and done it ourselves before didn't we brother" "Yea I did, but if Tim rather would like to do it on the toilet that's Ok with me" "No Tim, you don't mind do you"? Brandon said. " We don't have the time for that also" "I don't mind," I said. Knowing that that was the answer Brandon would like to hear. Being forced to masturbate not only for Brandon but also for his 21-year-old Peter was humiliation again and less arousing. Peter and Brandon said down on the couch and I took of my brief and started to stroke my cock. "Nice cock" Peter said. "Do you masturbate much?" "Well almost one time a day" I said. "I must take that into account when I count you sperm cells" I startled when he said that but had just enough concentration to continue stroking my cock. "There is a glass on the table, Tim. You can put you cum in there when you are finished" Brandon said. I started to stroke quicker and a moment later a few spurts of cum landed on the bottom of the glass. "That was nice to see" Peter said " Now, give me the glass so that I can take a look under the microscope". I handed him the glass and started to put my briefs back on. "Come on, lets see the results" Brandon said. He grabbed my hand and took me towards the table and the microscope before I could dress my self further. Peter started to put some cum on a small glass and put it under the microscope. He was a few minutes busy with the microscope and then he started to write down some numbers on a paper that was beside the microscope. "Well he said, the numbers are quite low. If I not knew that you masturbate on a daily basis I would say that the chance of you becoming a father are small. But if you are masturbating on a daily basis this is quite a normal number." I quickly turned my face towards Brandon when Peter ended his sentence. He looked at me and smiled. He looked quite happy now he had caught me on not following his orders. "I will go upstairs Brandon and make sure that this sample can be used in the future. We have to collect all kinds of sample for one of our practices. So if you don't mind Tim? "No that is Ok Peter," I said Peter walked out of the room and went upstairs. Just before he closed the door he said that he was going away when he was finished and that he would call Brandon next week. "Peter, is not living here any more, but has still his room upstairs" Brandon explained. "Well it seemed like you have not obeyed my orders. What do you have to say for your self" "I am sorry sir, but I though you would not be able to check it" "To be sure that you have learned you lesson, you better go and stand in front of the table with your hands on the table. You are going to choose your own punishment. I have four different kinds of punishments written down on different notes and you are going to pick one of them out without seeing them". He handed me a small ashtray were the notes where in. I choose one of them and gave the note to Brandon. He opened the note and said:" You are going to be spanked with a belt on your bottom, 30 times. Followed by a surprise". He walked towards the couch and I just saw that he took a belt from behind it. He said: "bent a little bit" Then I first heard the sound that the belt makes when it going through the air. The next sound is the one of it landing on my buttocks and almost at the same time, but yet a few of a hundreds second later, the pain going through my bottom into my body of the belt coming down on the right buttock. Before I could get a deep breath the next slap hit my bottom. He continued to slap me for I think 10 times before he stopped for a moment. Tears are running over my faces and I had difficult controlling myself in not screaming loud. He took my briefs of and said:" they are already starting to color a little bit". I wanted to turn around to look but Brandon said keep in position and the next slap came down on my bottom. I could feel quite good that one layer of cloths was gone. The pain was sharper this time and when the second slap came I started cry again and shout loud when it landed. He went on until I thought he had slapped me 25 times. Ok He said now be ready. I felt how he took my balls in his hand and pulled them backwards. "Put your hand on the front side of your balls and push back" he said. This was the first time he touched me in one of the more private parts and my cock swelled enormous. It had become soft during the first slapping. "You like that, don't you, touching you. Don't answer I can see it for my self". I pulled my balls back and then I heard the sound of the belt going through the air. This time it landed not on my bottom but on my balls and I quickly stood right up and took my balls in my hand. At the same time I started to yell and cry. "Get right back in to positions and push does balls back" Brandon ordered I did as told and a moment later the belt came down on my balls two times in a short time. I yelled hard again and tears were now running down in a steady stream. "If you yell at the last two whips you will deserve another five" I pushed my balls back and was ready to obey my master. The whips were even harder than the first three but with a lot of pain I managed to control my self. When he was ready I didn't know how quick I had to get my balls in both hands. "Get your underwear back on" Brandon ordered. Again I did as I was told. Brandon walked towards the couch and said down. "So far you did well. Come and sit down beside me". I walked towards him and sat down. "Now the last part for today. I have made a drink especially for you during the last days". I didn't know what he was thinking about, but that changed when he took the glass from behind the couch. "Did is what I collected during the last days and what you contributed last week when you visited". I was staring at the glass, which was filled with a good load of cum of Brandon and myself. It was quite much. It had a strange greyish-green color. It had lost a touch of the white it has when it is fresh. "Open it and drink it in one time" Brandon ordered. I took the glass from him and started to take the folio of it. When I got the first bit of I already smell the stuff. It was heavy fishy smell. I got the glass to my lips, but just before I started to drink the smell became too much and I started to gag. "Come on, no gagging this time" I tried a second time and decided the best to do this was quick and in one time. I took a big breath and started to drink it all in ones. The taste was awful. Fresh cum is all right. But this was standing for almost a week. I drank it all and had a lot of trouble to control myself. When I finished I almost started to gag but just could keep it in. "Ok you have done well, you can go know. But don't forget about tomorrow" Brandon said. I started to gather my clothes and dressed my self. "Go on" Brandon said " Get out of here" I quickly left the room and went outside. When I was there I started to gag. But after a minute or saw I could control myself again and started to walk towards the station. I went home that evening, but when I said down on my bicycle I could feel quite good who soar my buttocks were. I slipped through the back door and went upstairs very quietly. Hoping that my parents who were in the kitchen didn't here me. An half hour later my mother came in and said " You are already home, we didn't hear you. Dinner is ready" That problem was solved quite easily but I still had to go through gym class next day. When I woke up the next morning I started to think about what kind of underwear I had to put on. I went through my drawer with all my underwear and found that I had only one blue brief it was a dark blue one but not a very think one. I thought that almost every thing could be seen write to it. IT would even color darker when it would be wet. I put it on. It was an old one because it fitted just. It was very tight around my body and you could very good see the shape of my balls and the place of my dick. It was good that not the exact outline of my dick could be seen. But I did not know what would happen if it turned stiff. I dressed, eat breakfast and went to school. I had to go through the whole day, because gym was the last hour for that day. During lunchtime it became clear that I was only one-week Brandon's slave. It seemed longer by that time. During lunchtime Michel came towards me and asked if I would be interested to come to his place that afternoon after school. I know you have to wait for the train for almost an hour. I could not made any story up and I wanted to see him. I was afraid if I would see know he would never asked it again. The math hour started I was sitting next to Frank. I pushed myself against the desk when we had 10 minutes to go. My dick was now under my desk and I could stroke myself through the pockets in my trouser. It was almost impossible for Frank to see. When I started to stroke my cock my balls were more painful than normal and I could feel quite good what the whipping had done to them. Just with a few minutes to go I my cum spurted into my underwear. I took my hand out of my pocket and pushed with it my underwear against my skin so that it would be filled with cum. Also the cum would not be able to run down my legs anymore when I had to stand up in a moment. I looked at Frank and I believe he hadn't noticed anything. I relaxed for a moment and then the sound of the bell came. I had to go to gym class. The first part coming in my underwear I had fulfilled but would I their go in to the lockers and changes knowing that it would not be dry. When I was half way to the lockers, Michel came towards me and said: "Gym now and then we are out of here: I didn't answer but there was now way I could get out of this now. Together with Michel I walked into the lockers. When I looked around Brandon was already there and a few others were to, but not to many yet. When I put down my bag and looked up I saw that Brandon was looking at me. He was definite waiting for my to undress myself. I went on and took of my shoes and socks. Then my blouse and T-shirt were put on the bench. I looked around and most of the kids were their now. It didn't seem that they were looking but any way I felt very nervous about what I was going to do. I looked at Brandon again and he was still looking in a very interesting way. I slowly started to take of my pants. While I was doing this I bent forward to pull my trousers over my feet, I looked at my underwear to see what the damage was. I felt my face turning red. There was a big spot almost three by three centimeters big white spot and you could smell it was still very fresh. I had to go on and started to stand up and ready to walk towards the toilet. I tried to do it so easy and if there was nothing going on. When I walked past Brandon he looked quite openly to my crotch and I hopped that nobody else was noticing this. I only was there for a moment and walked back to my things on the other side of the locker. When I past Brandon I waited for a short while just to hear him say: "Well done it looks and smell if you have done what I asked". I hurried back towards my place and turned around so that every one could see it. I waited until every one was ready and started to get my gym shorts on. When I came into the gym hall some of the kids were talking to each other and looking towards me when I entered. It seemed like that some of the kids had seen the mess in my underwear. However nobody said anything and at the end of the hour I did the same routine. Again I saw some looks but they didn't say anything. I was again humiliated in front of the whole class. I looked at Brandon when I was finished dressing. He smiled big and sarcastically towards me. Well I thought just forget this. But when I came outside Michel was waiting for me. I still had an hour with him to go. Story will continue tell me if you like it, or if you have suggestions: email: noway16@hotmail.com (ICQ: 36967366). |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/tourist-trap | Date: Fri, 6 Feb 1998 18:42:08 EST From: LenZelig@aol.com Subject: Tourist Trap The following story is intended for adults over age 18 interested in male to male sexual fantasy. If that's not you, please read no further. Practice safer sex. This story was written specially for samresa27@hotmail.com. All other characters are purely fictional with no resemblance to any real persons implied. If you are a hot top black stud with 20 cm (8 inches) or more of thick cock and can fit into Sam's fantasies, you might want to contact him. Tourist Trap (M/M, Interracial, Authoritarian) by LenZelig@aol.com I was tired when British Airways flight 293 finally landed in Miami. The trip was fine and I even arrived twenty minutes early; a bit after 5:00 PM local time. But I had left Helsinki, Finland at 9:05 after getting up at 4:00 AM to make the trip to the airport from my town, 60 kilometers outside the capital. Add in a three hour layover in Heathrow and the seven hour time difference and I had been en route twenty hours. It would take an hour to clear immigration and pick up my rental car. Then I faced a four hour drive to Key West. Not that I really minded. It was 30 C when I stepped from the terminal; quite a change from the Finnish winter. I had won the trip in a contest and never doubted my luck at having two weeks of warmth and sun. Key West's reputation as a gay Mecca was well known at home and to say I was eager to see if it was deserved was an understatement. A shuttle van deposited me at the car rental office about five minutes from the airport. The trip included an intermediate size car that nevertheless was larger than 90% of the vehicles on the road in Finland. As I completed the formalities, I asked the woman behind the counter for directions. She gave me a map that covered the city in detail and the whole area in smaller scale. I was told to follow the sun shaped symbols to reach the limited access highway that was the best route through the city. Finally, she warned me about driving in unfamiliar areas because there have been several incidents of tourists being assaulted and even killed. That was why the sun symbols were placed on the road signs around the airport to guide newcomers. It was dark when I finally drove my car from the rental office. I spotted a traffic sign with the sun on it almost immediately and soon found myself on the entrance ramp to a highway numbered 836 headed east that was to lead me to another numbered 95 that would take me south to route 1 that leads to my destination. The roadway was jammed with cars. The traffic was going at about 100 kph. This must be the rush hour that is mentioned in American television shows. I waited for an opening and merged into the rightmost lane where the flow was a bit slower. I figured I would stay in the slower lane until I got used to the car and the driving habits of American motorists. I had gone several kilometers when I saw a sign by the side of the highway. It took me a few seconds to recognize that it said, "RIGHT LANE MUST EXIT." Ahead a few hundred meters I saw cars in front leaving the highway. I looked left but there was no break in traffic to allow me to change lanes. I slowed, but the off-ramp came closer and I had no choice but to follow it. I'll get right back on I thought. The street I arrived at was divided by a concrete barrier separating the directions of traffic. I could see the entrance to the highway at the other side of the street, but there was no way to reach it. I had to turn right to follow the rest of the traffic. After several blocks with no way to turn left to get to the other side of the road, I decided to turn right. Three rights should allow me to come perpendicular to the road I was on and I might cross over and regain the highway. But, after the second right, the street turned somewhat left and the next street was one way in the wrong direction. I couldn't continue straight as the street was a dead end, blocked by the elevated roadway of the very highway I was trying to regain. After a left, another left and another, I was thoroughly lost. The buildings and houses told me this wasn't a prosperous area and I suddenly recalled the warning at the car rental place. At the end of the block was a splash of bright light. As I pulled up I could see that it was illumination for a basketball court. Four young black men were playing a game, two versus two. One side had removed their shirts. They looked very well developed. Even the guys with the shirts on looked pretty good, certainly not like criminals. The many lamps that bathed the area made me feel a bit safer. I decided to stop and ask for directions. I pulled to the side of the street, parking in the pool of light that spilled from the playing area. I lowered the right side window and shouted in my best English, "Excuse me. Could you give me directions back to route 836?" The men stopped their game and all four walked toward my car. One of the shirtless team walked around to the driver's side window while the others waited on the sidewalk. He was tall, at least 15 cm taller than my 175. I saw muscled abdominals glistening with sweat on chocolate skin before he bent over to talk through the window. "You a tourist? German?" "Yes, I am a tourist, but from Finland, not Germany. I'm trying to get back on the highway. Can you give me directions?" "Where is Finland? Near Germany?" asked one of the men on the other side of the car. "Which way do you want to go when you reach the highway?" continued the man at my window. "I am headed to Key West," I replied. With that my helper straightened up and looked over the vehicle toward his friends, but I heard no conversation. I caught a glimpse of a fleshy tube outlined in the sweat soaked fabric of his athletic shorts. It looked as big soft as the 18.5 cm of my own hard dick. He bent down and said to me, "You're pretty lost. The route back is a bit complicated. Why don't you let us drive you?" Without waiting for my answer, he opened the door, unfastened my seat belt and pushed in beside me. His teammate jumped in the other side and the other two climbed in the back seat, one of them carrying the basketball. I was sandwiched between two huge black men. The guy on my right was the tallest of the group, easily 200 cm. He placed his arm behind my back and pulled me to him. The sweat from his body soaked my shirt as I was pressed into the stone-like muscles of his chest. He had to scoot forward on the seat to fit his tall frame into the car. Sitting there between these two huge men was beginning to affect me. I hope they didn't notice the start of a bulge in my pants. "Hey, this guy has got a bone in his pants," announced the one in the driver's seat. "You know you don't have to go to Key West. We can show you a good time right here." With that he put the car in gear and sped into the night. His buddy grabbed my hand and forced it to his crotch. He had a tremendous member. I couldn't get my hand around it. As I held it through the nylon shorts, I felt it start to get hard and grow. He pushed my hand along its length as it began to extend down the left leg of his garment. In seconds the head appeared still half encased in the enfolding foreskin, looking lighter and redder than the darker brown covering. As I watched mesmerized, centimeter after centimeter pushed beyond the fabric. At full erection it nearly reached his knee, a good 35 cm of throbbing flesh. Just then the car stopped in front of a vehicle door built into the side of a brick building. One of the men in back jumped out and raised the door. The car spurted into the darkened interior. As I heard the door slam shut, lights snapped on. We were in a warehouse. It looked empty and abandoned. The others piled out of the car. The big one beside me pulled me out with him. I sprawled on the concrete floor at his feet. As I looked up at him towering above me, I stared right into the tip of his mighty sex organ that was trying to rip out the leg of his basketball shorts. My captors gathered in front of me and removed their few remaining clothes. I was frightened, but excited at the same time. How could I avoid it? As they stripped I saw four of the hottest guys I'd ever hoped to meet. The guy who was driving was about 190 cm tall and at least 100 kilos of solid muscle. His arms were at least 50 cm, his chest over 130 cm with big slabs of pectoral muscles. His tits were darker brown than his chocolate skin and pointed downward because of the mass of muscle above them. His body tapered dramatically to a small waist that accentuated the abdominal muscles that I noticed when I first saw him. Thick, powerful thighs flared below . He had kinky black hair on his head and pubic area as did they all. However, the rest of his body was smooth. His dick stood up along his abdominals covered in flesh darker than the rest of him and crisscrossed by a network of veins. At least 25 cm. His teammate made him seem small in every dimension. At least 200 cm tall was my guess, arms nearly 60 and chest about 150. He must have packed a good 140 kilos of muscle. Five of those must have been dick. Now free it stood horizontal from his body easily 35 cm and as thick as my wrist. His skin was covered in kinky black body hair that was particularly thick on his chest. The skin was a very dark brown with the dick about the same except for the head and last few centimeters of shaft that pushed beyond its sheath. The other two were not as heavily muscled; more like swimmer's builds. One was a few centimeters shorter than the driver, the other a bit taller. The shorter one had very light brown skin. Despite being the shortest he had a good 30 cm tool. It was not as thick as the driver but had a flaring head on the end. The other had chocolate skin just a shade darker than the driver. His dick was a tad shorter than the driver and not as thick as his teammate's, but still thicker than mine. The head tapered so that the entire piece grew steadily wider as it approached his body. The driver's voice ordering me to get out of my clothes broke my reverie. I stripped. I am not ashamed of my body even though my youth had long past. I am 175 cm and 66 kilos with a sporty build. My hair is brown and I am well covered with hair on my body. My 18.5 cm dick was nothing to be ashamed of either, but it was not worth much in this company. It was at its fullest size anticipating the sexual action that was about to begin. I tried to put the thoughts of what might happen afterwards out of my mind. The two smaller men, who each still outweighed me by 15 to 20 kilos, half carried me to where three bales of rags were stacked in a triangular pile. My torso was placed over the top bale, chest down, and ankles and wrists tied together with other rags that led under the top bale and through the space between the two bales that formed the base of the stack. My ass stuck over the back. With my legs drawn forward by my bonds, it was spread and open to their pleasure. My stiff dick was pointed straight down, plastered against the back of the bale supporting me. "We better let Jimmy and Earl go first," announced the driver to his teammate. "You know that after you finish with him he won't be much good for anything for a while. OK, Jimmy you're up. Earl you're on deck." The big stud produced a condom from a sack on the floor. He handed it to the guy with the "smallest" dick, who must be Jimmy. Rolling it on Jimmy disappeared behind me. I felt his hands on my butt cheeks, spreading them and massaging my crack. His dick rubbed along the furrow. Then he backed off and pushed it into my dangling balls and along my shaft. Without warning a finger stabbed into my ass ring, burying itself deep. I tried to relax. I told myself he wasn't that much bigger than my buddy from home who had given me a going away fuck last night. He had 20 cm and was thicker than Jimmy. A second finger was added and then a third as my pucker was roughly prepared to accept the upcoming invasion. "You ready for ten inches of prime black beef?" said the voice from behind as I felt the blunt pressure of his head add itself to the spot that his three digits still pierced. "Stop boasting Jimmy," said the biggest. "You know you only have nine and a half." "Yeah, but I'll bury each one of them in his tight white ass. I'll bet you a twenty that you can't get all your fourteen in." With that I felt the fingers withdraw and, as the tips eased out, the pointed spear of his sex slid in followed by what seemed like several centimeters of shaft. He pushed in a few more centimeters. I moaned from the pleasure of penetration and tightened my ass muscles about the firm intrusion. I really am a natural bottom, though I have topped on occasion. I have fantasized about black studs in the past, looking at pictures in the newsgroups and reading stories on the nifty archive. Now I was going to get all the black cock I could handle even though it might kill me. I felt him move deeper and deeper inside me. It was pure pleasure until he started to plow fresh ground. My gut wasn't used to anything that deep, though I had one or two men in my time that could have almost matched him, they stopped when the going got tough and my pain increased. Jimmy was clearly not going to ease off for my comfort. He withdrew a bit and plunged back in powerfully, forcing himself a bit deeper each time. I yelped each time he bottomed out. "Scream all you want," said the driver, who seemed to be the de facto leader of the group. "No one can hear you. There'll be plenty of opportunity for screaming when you take care of us big boys." Jimmy pounded away at me for minutes. I tried to relax, but each flash of pain caused me to tense involuntarily. Finally, I felt his wiry pubes press against my flesh. The next stroke pushed his bush tightly into the cleft of my ass. He held it there, moving side to side and up and down a bit which caused his hidden pole to shift its pressure points along the walls of my gut. I gasped to catch my breath. He slowly withdrew from my ass until just the head remained clutched in the ring of muscle that served as the door to my inner depths. He filled me again, smoothly and easily now, with no pain. He pulled himself from me once more as I clutched my gut to enhance the friction. In and out and in and out, I reveled in the delightful feeling of being stuffed to the limit. Moans of pleasure replaced my screams. "You're really turning him on, Jimmy," said the biggest stud. "Finish yourself off so we can get our turns." "Use your trusty right hand or fuck his mouth. It's my turn and I'm going to enjoy it. You're big enough to fuck yourself if you're in a hurry, Bill." Despite his answer Jimmy started to pick up the pace. I supposed you didn't cross a big buck like Bill no matter what you said to put on a brave face. He pounded me harder and harder with full length stokes. An open hand slap on my butt caught me by surprise. I convulsed in pain and reflexively gripped his pistoning shaft. Every few strokes he'd do it again with the same result. It must have worked for him because a minute later he stayed in deep and hard and I heard him groan. He pulsed inside me as he unloaded. Exhausted he lay on top of me, our mutual sweat lubricating the points of contact. "You can rest anywhere. Pull out. It's my turn now," demanded Earl, taking a few last hand strokes to bring his straining member to full size. He rolled fresh protection on his 30 cm piece that looked a bit thicker than Jimmy's. I felt Jimmy rear back and slip his softening flesh from my body. To tell the truth I was sorry to feel it leave, but I knew new experiences would be upcoming. I felt empty when his head pulled clear and I felt the cool night air in the warehouse blow into my distended anal opening. My sphincter didn't have time to adjust before Earl pressed against it, popping half the head in while he was just getting in position. "So much for boys. From now on you have to handle real men," said the voice behind me. The pressure on my ass increased and he shoved the whole 30 centimeters in me in one powerful thrust. I let out a scream that I think they'll hear in Finland. Mercifully he stayed still for a minute to let me get used to his size. While he only looked a bit bigger than his buddy by eye, it felt like a log when plugged up my gut. I remembered that the other two guys were much thicker yet. The biggest, Bill was his name, was over twice as thick and a good 5 cm longer to boot. As he started on a slow outward motion, I recognized another fact. His dick head flared thicker than the rest of his fuck pole. Unlike Jimmy's more streamlined equipment, Earl's flange would scrape along my intestines in a most stimulating manner, particularly as it flicked past my prostate. As he began a steady motion, I was soon in the most exquisite agony. Jimmy had rejoined his friends. I could see there was a big bulge in the latex from all his semen. The outside was pretty clean. I was thankful I took the opportunity to empty my bowels before my plane started its landing descent. As I watched, not really paying much attention because of the overwhelming sensations flowing from my ass, he carefully inverted the material as he stripped it off, finally smearing his captured load over the glistening head. Tossing the expended thing aside, he stepped in front of me and, steadying my head with his hands, pushed his cum covered piece to my lips. I knew it was futile and pointless to resist. Besides, I didn't want to resist. I opened my mouth wide to welcome him back inside my body. I cleaned the slick head with my tongue, tasting his seed. It was bitter with a salty taste, possible because it mixed with sweat from his earlier exertions at basketball. I felt him grow hard and lengthen as my mouth stimulated his glans. He pushed in deeper and started to fuck my face as he previously raped my ass. Getting plugged in both ends was almost more than I could stand. I thrashed about, writhing my body as much as possible considering my bonds. My own dick was thumping with excitement against the side of the rag bale. Jimmy kept knocking at the entrance to my throat until he eventually forced his way down. Soon I had my nose buried in his pubic bush inhaling his musty smell as my eyes stared into a wall a black muscle that formed his lower abdomen. All the while Earl maintained a frantic pace in my burning guts, but my moans were muffled by Jimmy's sex muscle filling my throat. A final thrust to the hilt announced Earl's climax. As he bucked wildly deep down inside me, my own untouched tool shot off in sympathy. My muscles spasmed as my body wracked with orgasm, including my gullet. This triggered Jimmy to unleash a fresh load. The first jet felt like it shot straight to my stomach, but then he backed out a bit and flooded my mouth with burst after burst of hot sperm. As I swallowed the viscous material, it soothed the areas that he had rubbed almost raw. As the two studs pulled from my exhausted body, I went completely limp as if without their dicks to stiffen my frame it had no support. I was totally soaked in my own perspiration. I snapped back to reality when I sensed a new intrusion at my anal opening. It was much thicker than any that had gone before. Since I could still see the big stud, Bill, it must be the driver, whose name I had not yet heard. My ass was wide open by this time, but still not enough to take his thick pole. A quick thrust of his hips was enough to overcome any resistance and force the flaring mushroom head inside, almost tearing me open. He continued with short stabs. Each one widened the trail blazed by his two friends. I felt my gut rearrange itself to accommodate his presence. It was like someone was shoving a fence post up me. Slowly, but irresistibly, he moved deeper. I was beyond pain. I was determined to show them that I was one man that could take whatever they had and ask for more. At last I felt his trunk push against my ass. I had him fully enveloped within me. He began an undulating fuck motion. I thought my body would turn inside out when he withdrew from me. Then, as he powerfully plunged back in, he forced the air from my lungs. Again and again he filled and emptied me. My whole being was concentrated at the base of my butt. The room seemed to fade and I lost track of time. Eventually, I sensed a change. A throbbing began deep within me. It felt like my heart beat only louder and more powerful. I could hear it in my ears drowning out the exterior sounds. Somewhere, lost in this overwhelming sensation, I realized that my own prick was squirting again in orgasm. The sound faded and I drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Someone was slapping my face. A voice asked, "Are you OK mister?" "Voin hyvin," I mumbled. "Haluan vain nukkua jonkin verran" "What you say?" The voice asked. I realized I'd spoken in Finnish. "I'm fine," I repeated in English. In fact, I felt like I'd just skied a 30 kilometer race and I'm certainly not in the shape of a Mika Myllyl. Sex had never affected me like this before. The driver was still within me. "Are you ready for the finale," he asked. I nodded weakly. Bill had just finished rolling on a condom. It was stretched to the maximum to fit his impressive dimensions. It didn't reach all the way to the base, but left several centimeters uncovered. He moved out of my sight to get in position. The thick shaft that impaled me was slowly removed. I shivered uncontrollably as a faint echo of the earlier sensations poured through me. As it pulled free it was instantly replaced by Bill's even larger member. Mere human flesh could not resist this epitome of male sexual strength. My ass was forced to surrender as it was ripped wide to make room for him. With the tip of his sex snake firmly driven home, he bent over. I felt his massive muscles press against my back as he lay on top of me. He was so tall that he was able to place his head next to mine even though he must still have 25 centimeters of hard flesh separating my ass from his groin. "If you help me win my bet, we'll let you go," he whispered in my ear. "You took Johnny like a real champ. I'm sure you'll love what I can do to you once you get used to me." With that remark he flicked the muscles controlling his tool, using it to press strongly against the back of my gut. While the driver, Johnny now that Bill had given me his name, had been irresistible, Bill was like some force of nature; a violent winter storm that could only be endured, not controlled. He worked his will on me, oblivious to my pleadings, whimpers or screams. My resolve to take him bravely was lost in the reality of trying to handle such a huge mass. After an eternity, he stopped. "You're doing great," he said. "Only five inches to go. I'll give you a little break before we enter the home stretch. Only a few studs have been able to take me even this far. Do you want anything before I start again?" "Could I have something to drink? I must have lost a couple liters of sweat," I responded weakly. "We didn't bring any water, but here, drink this," offered Johnny , putting the head of his semi-hard shaft to my lips. I sucked it in knowing what was coming, but not seeing any alternative. The warm flow started and I drank gratefully. I was so dehydrated that it was surprisingly refreshing. I licked off the last drops as he pulled out of my mouth. "Do you want any more?" Jimmy and Earl offered in unison. I shook my head to decline. Bill flexed his deeply buried tool and I snapped back to the main matter; surviving the dozen or so remaining centimeters of this huge man. He pulled out a bit and then plunged in forcefully. It was the same technique the first guy had used, but the effect was immensely magnified when a dick head the size of a normal man's fist pounded into your gut. But, it worked. He forced in further and further, passing the point where no man has gone before. "Only a bit over an inch to go," he announced. "Get ready. This time we'll do it." I felt him place his hands on my hips. As he made a final push, he pulled me toward him. It lifted me and the bale I was tied to into the air. Then we fell; the bale of rags, me and him on top of me. I felt my body yield as he pressed me into the rags. I felt liquid splashing on my face. I had passed out again. I opened my eyes. Jimmy was pissing on my face. I flicked out my tongue to lap up the fluids. Jimmy saw I was awake and offered me his hose. I drank the remainder greedily and then took my fill from Earl. I felt better if I ignored the overstuffed sensation that dominated my belly. "You took it all guy. Thanks," said Bill into my ear. He lay on top of me again and used a spare rag to wipe the remaining piss and sweat from my face. "You're a good sport. What's your name?" "You can call me Sam," I responded. "Well, Sam, the hardest part is over. Are you ready for the fuck of your life? Well, ready or not you're going to get it." He started to pull out. After a few centimeters, he pushed back in. That's how it started, with short strokes. He was so thick that I felt stimulation along the entire length of my intestines, from the head that seemed like it would poke through my abs like the baby monster in 'Alien' to the friction through an ass ring that I thought might snap any second like an overstretched rubber band. As waves of pleasure washed over me, warmth spread from my belly through every inch of my body. I drifted overcome with the feelings. Slowly he built up the length of his strokes. The sensation ratcheted up and up. I screamed, this time from joy. I urged him on, harder, faster. I think it was in Finnish, so he couldn't have understood, but my pleas were answered as his own needs drove him on. I reached a peak and then surpassed it. The room spun dizzily as I felt him plunder my ass with nearly the full length of his immense rod. He increased the tempo, driving me to higher realms of ecstasy. The world exploded as he at last unloaded his juice in my deepest recesses. It felt like a jet of fire spearing through my body. I thought I could feel the next jet every centimeter of the way as it raced down his prick to spurt forth into the heart of my soul. For the third time my own seed spit out, but the sensations were a mere footnote to the main event. Again and again the flames seared my gut, while I convulsed in pleasure. I awoke. Light poured in from windows set along the tops of the warehouse walls. I noticed I was untied. I rested on the broad chest of Bill, the huge stud that fucked me last. The wiry body hair that matted his muscled pecs tickled my face. His bulging arms surrounded my torso, holding me to him. I softly rubbed my hands over the biceps of his 60 cm arms. My ass rested on his groin, my legs splayed widely over the massive tree trunks that were his own thighs. I couldn't help but notice that his massive and still mostly hard member was plugged solidly inside me. We were on some old mattresses that had been spread on the floor. Johnny lay on his side next to us. He was awake and stared deeply into my eyes. "I see you're back with the living, Sam. It looked like you had more fun than we did last night. Jimmy and Earl had to leave early, but you can help me with my morning stiffness if you want." "Sure, I'd love too. You know I'd fantasized about making it with a big black stud, but I had never expected anything like last night. First I thought you would rob and kill me. Then I thought you might fuck me to death. When you and Bill were plowing me I didn't care whether I died because I would have died happy." Johnny got up and stood above my face, his muscled legs spread wide to straddle the broad chest of his sleeping friend. He lowered his half hard penis toward my lips that opened wide to allow it to enter. I went to work on the head with my tongue as my mouth maintained a steady suction. I flicked across the slit tasting a mixture of piss and precum. The stimulation caused him to fill out rapidly. He pushed a few centimeter more inside and I shifted the attention of my tongue to the flange of the head and the spot on the bottom were the now retracted foreskin attaches. He pushed in some more until he hit the back of my throat. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get anything so thick down further. We had to settle for about half of him in my mouth and I brought up my hands to work the remainder. A tightening of the mighty arms surrounding my body announced Bill's return to wakefulness. He instantly realized the situation because I felt him slide his hands down to my hips and begin a slow fuck motion. The feelings from last night flooded back. I sucked desperately at the dick in my mouth while gripping the base of the stout shaft with both hands, using it to anchor my consciousness from the competing sensations in my gut that threatened to overwhelm me once more. They were both shouting encouragement as we climbed to another crescendo. I couldn't understand the words. My mind was to numb to translate . All I know is some time passed. I felt the pulsing in my ass and the fire burst forth once more. My mouth flooded with cum. I collapsed limply back against Bill's firm chest as Johnny's still spurting shaft pulled through my lips. Four or five more ejaculations coated my face and chest with lines of white. The frenzied pulsing in my ass died away. I struggled to regain my breath. Bill lifted his body up on his elbows. I looked down across my cum soaked frame to where his dark pole plunged inside my white ass. I never imagined I could take anything near that size within me and actually enjoy it. "Here, let's help you up," offered Johnny, reaching down to hold me under my arm pits and pull me to my feet. I'm glad he held me because as he lifted me up Bill's hefty piece was pulled from my depths. The sensation drained the remaining strength from my legs and, if Johnny hadn't held me, I would have crumbled back in a heap. As the bulbous head broke free with an audible pop, the remains of Bill's two massive loads flowed out my distended hole and coated the insides of my thighs. The reason for the leaking cum and the explanation for my feeling his hot spray became clear. The latex wasn't up to the force of his fucking. The tattered remnants of the condom hung limply around the base of his softening tube. "I wouldn't worry," reassured Johnny. "That's the first time that happened. It's also the first time he was ever able to get someone to take the whole thing. We'll show you the way to Key West now," he continued, wiping off the cum from my body with one of the rags that bound me last night. "If you want, we can come with you to Key West. I'm sure we could have fun and the hotel won't mind if you have guests in your room." "I don't know if I can survive two weeks like last night," I replied cautiously. "But, I'm willing to try. They'll never believe me when I get home." Johnny drove the car over to the small apartment he shared with Bill. While he went in to grab some things, Bill stayed with me and the car. I never felt safer. A few minutes later we were headed south. Johnny drove as usual with me wedged between my two new friends. I found a place in Key West that would develop some photos discretely so I had no trouble getting my friends to believe me after all. The only downside was that sitting on an airline seat for the long flight home was pure torture. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/high-school-humiliation/high-school-humiliation-8 | Date: Thu, 06 May 1999 00:30:33 PDT From: tim tim Subject: highschool humiliation chapter 8 Chapter 8 of Highschool Humiliation. Michel was waiting outside the door of our lockers. "How long do you have to wait until your train is coming?" he asked. "Over an hour" I said. "Well then we have time enough before that. I am living right between school and the station." We walked towards his home. It was a beautiful big house with a big garden on the backside. "Come in" he said. "Nobody is around at this time of the day" We put our bags in the hall. "Do you want to see my room"? "Yes I do", I answered We went upstairs and walked into his room. There was a bed, a table with a computer on it and a lot of posters on the wall. Not only of girls but also from the backstreet boys and of a group I didn't know. "Sit down" he said. "Do you want something to drink?" "Yes Please" I answered. "Do you have a coke". "I will get one". He went downstairs again and I started to have a look around. His room was very tidy and clean. Not any clothes were lying around. He walked in again and handed me the coke. He sat down beside me on the bed. We said nothing but looked each other in the eyes. For a moment not one of us was talking the initiative and we were just sitting there. I drank some of my coke and put the can on the table. With one of my hands I slowly went towards his head and started to go through his beautiful hair. He just looked at me and smiled. I felt this as an invitation to go on. I let my hand slip down on his back and further down towards the place was I could go behind his T-shirt. I moved his T-shirt up a little and started to rub his back. First with one hand and then with two. When I raised his T-shirt from the back his belly became in sight. I went down with my hand towards it and started to kiss and lick it. I started to put his T-shirt over his head and afterwards continued to rub his back with both hands. I went towards his nipples with my mouth and started to kiss the right one. First gently and then with a little suction on it. Michel started to moan a little. I went towards the left nipple and did the same with this one. Then I went towards his neck, just going around with my tong licking and touching it. I went towards his left ear and did the same as I did with his nipple. I suck it and kiss it. Then when I went to his right ear I had a change to see how he was doing. He had his eyes closed and a big smile on his face. I gave his right ear the same treatment. I liked and sucked again. I went slowly back with my tongue over his cheek towards his lips. I slowly put my lips on his and started to kiss him. He opened his mouth and we started a big sucking kiss. We ended the kiss and still didn't say anything. He looked at me with a big smile which was saying go on continue. So I did. With my hands I left his back and went down towards his bottom. By touching his bottom I went towards the front of his trousers. In the mean time I went down with my mouth two his nipples again and started kissing. My hands touched his crotch trough his trousers. I could feel that his dick was getting harder. I started to unbutton his trousers and went further down with my mouth towards his belly. Still kissing and licking. I saw that he had white brief underwear on. I opened his trousers further and he went a little upwards so that I could take them off. I went with my mouth towards his underwear and started to kiss his dick through it. I sucked on his dick a little and then went down with my mouth over the inner side of his legs towards his feet. Still kissing and licking. He started to moan again and I after I licked his ankle I went up back to his underwear again. His dick was hard and stood proud in his underwear. I took the front of his underwear in my mouth and pulled it away. Just then his dick came free and was waving in the air. I looked at it and remembered then how big it was. I started to lick it from the top down towards his balls. His big balls. I tried to get one in my mouth but that didn't work. I went back towards the top and started to suck it slowly at first and picked up the pace as Michel started to moan quicker. I just startled and almost stop for one moment when I heard Michel say: " Oh Yes Tim go on I love you". I went on and Michel just kept moaning and a moment later he spurted his cum into my mouth. I just loved drinking it. I looked into his face. His eyes were open now and he looked quite happily at me. I just wanted to kiss him again but remembered what he said about kissing with his cum in my mouth. "I just want to go to the toilet for a moment", I said. He didn't answer but just nod that it was OK. I went inside and took one of the glasses to have a drink. I wanted Michel to do the same with me but I remembered I had a big spot on my underwear. It would be best to get out of there as quickly as possible. I went back into his bedroom. He was still lying on his bed. I walked towards him and said down near to him. I went towards his mouth and started kissing him again. He kissed back right away. When we finished the kiss I looked up at the clock and said: " I have to go if I want to catch that train". It seemed like Michel just then came back to this world. "Can you come back on Friday night and stay over" he asked. Just a little surprised by this and answered: " I will have to asked my parents. I don't think so because I am grounded. But maybe another time"? "That is OK." Mickel said. " We could play some computer games and things like that. He didn't mention any of the things he said while I was sucking him. He dressed and we walked towards the hall were I picked up my bag and with a last kiss I went towards the station. When I came at the station Brandon was standing there with some of his friends. When I passed him he gave me a wink and I walked towards him. " You did well this after noon," he said. " I want to see you tomorrow night Wednesday at my place and don't forget you are still not allowed to come." With that he turned his head towards his friends and left me standing there. During the train ride back and the complete evening I just couldn't get out of my mind what Michel had said. Would he really love me or did it just come out by accident. I had a hard time not getting off but I knew I would be punished for it so I didn't do it. I found a way out of the problem of me having to get out on Wednesday evening. I told my parents that I had badminton training I knew they would want me to go there. So I was able to go on Wednesday evening to Brandon. During Wednesday I tried to talk to Michel but he seemed to avoid me a little or just didn't notice that I wanted to talk. Some of the other boys from other classes were looking at me during lunch and it seemed like they were talking about me. I could imagine that the locker happenings of yesterday were told around. After school Brandon came towards me and said: " See you tonight". I just nod and walked towards the station. That evening right after dinner I took my cloths and went towards the station and Brandon's house again. When he opened he said. "Go in, you know what to do. I will be there in a moment." I went in and started to take off my clothes and waited in front of the table for Brandon to come in. "Every one is out of the house tonight so we can do what we want. But at first I want to complement you with you actions of yesterday it was done very well and for you to know that it was appreciate by a lot of boys in the lockers. If Frank did to I don't know he must have heard from it by now". "So what do you want to do today Tim?' "I don't know Brandon' I said. " You must tell me" "That sounds more like it" he said " but address me with Sir instead of Brandon". "At first I want to tell you want we are going to do during next gym hour of tomorrow. I think I know what the coach will have us do so if I am right you must do what I am going to tell you". "And what if the coach is going to do something else" I asked. "Then you are lucky and don't have to do the following thing. I think we are going to have a cross-country walk tomorrow of 10 KM. It will go through the outer parts of the city and the park that is at the north side. You know were that is? "Yes I do, we had a cross country already this year, remember Sir". "Ok then hear is the thing you are going to do tomorrow if we are going to get cross country during gym. You are going to be sure that you are the last one of the group entering the park. If I was you better be a way behind the last one. When you enter the park you must drop your gym shorts and continue to run through the park in your underwear. Just before you are leaving there is a small turn to the left. That is the place were you could put on your shorts again. " "You mean this for real Sir" "Yes I do" Brandon answered. I just couldn't believe I had heard I had to go through the park for almost a kilometer running in my underwear. I hoped the coach would let us do something else tomorrow. "Ok that is that and then now for this evening". He stopped talking when the backdoor opened and without any further delay a young boy entered the room. "Oh I am sorry Brandon he said I didn't know you had a visitor. " He looked kind of curious at me. "As long as you are out of here in a minute and don't tell any one" Brandon replied to the young men who entered. "This looks kind of interesting can I stay. Peter is not at home and I offered Peter's mom to take their dog for a walk. I left him outside". "Well if you want to see this that is Ok. This slave is TIM, he does exactly everything I tell him too" "That looks like it". "Tim may I introduce you to my younger brother Mark". "Nice to know you Mark," I replied. "I have to get the dog in", Mark said and he went out to get him. "Well" Brandon said, " if you are not going to tell me what you want us to do I will have to asked Mark. Maybe he knows a way to punish you." When Mark entered Brandon started to tell him everything that happened and why I was standing there in my underwear. In the mean while I was looking at Mark. He was a well build boy and probably would be around 14 years old. "Would you like to think about a punishment for Tim this evening Mark," Brandon ended his explanation with that question. "Do you mean he has to do everything I say, even sexual things? "Yes he does Mark, did you had something in mind? Tell me first and I will decide if Tim has to obey". I thought that this would be an easy night. What could a 14-year-old think about, some spanking, a good masturbation show maybe. Mark started to tell Brandon softly what he had in mind. I could see on the face of Brandon that he liked it. "Well thought of Brother," he said out loud when Mark finished. "Go and lay on the ground Tim" Brandon said. " My brother had a great idea. You are going to suck cock this evening for us. Not ours but that of the dog." I looked at the big Sint Bernard dog that was standing beside mark. "Lay down on you back and we will see how this is going to be done" I lay down on my back and Mark brought the Sint Bernard towards me. He positions him over my head and I was looking at all the hairs that were down there. "Grab his penis Tim and start stroking it" Mark commanded. I looked to find it and then I saw a 6 or 7 cm kind of thing hanging between the hairs. "Go on," Brandon said: " that is it get it" I took it into my hands and the dog wanted to walk away but mark held it in position. I started to message the dick and it slowly started to grow. The dog started to get in to the rhythm and I didn't have to move my hand any more. It became harder and harder. It was already more then 20 cm when Brandon said: " now open your mouth and let him fuck it. " I stopped stocking and opened my mouth. Mark let the dog walk forward a little bit and the more the 20-cm dogdick were now in front of my mouth. " Get it" Mark, shouted. I moved my mouth a little towards the dick and when I touched it the dog began to make fucking moves and started to get his dick into my mouth. At first he entered just a little bit but when he increased the motion he almost but his all dick into my mouth. I had a hard time not gagging. And then I felt his cock gets subtracted a little and a huge amount of cum spurted into my mouth. I just could not get it all and some started to flow out of my mouth. "Swallow," Brandon said. I did my best and swallowed most of the cum. It tasted more salty and sour then human cum. When the last of the at least 6 spurts of cum left the dogs dick he started to get out of my mouth. Mark wanted to get the dog out of the place but Brandon said. "Wait just see if he acts like humans". I didn't know wait he mend by it. He walked away and then came back with a big pipe and put this between the dog's dick and my mouth. "I think you are going to have another drink," Brandon said. And yes there it came a minute later the dog started to pee. Because of the pipe in my mouth I had to drink it all. This was really bad the taste was strong and hard. I gagged and Brandon took the pipe out of my mouth and let it flow towards a bottle to collect the rest of it. When the dog finished he was leaded away by mark and Brandon looked at me and said" Well done Tim, now you know the routine get out of here". I quickly started to dress and walked towards the door when Brandon said: " Don't forget about tomorrow". I surely wouldn't do that and left in a quick hurry I had to be home in time otherwise my parents wouldn't believe I went to Badminton Training. Story to continue in Chapter 9. If you have any comments please let me know: noway16@hotmail.com or by ICQ: 36967366. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/high-school-humiliation/high-school-humiliation-12 | Date: Sat, 26 Jun 1999 08:07:59 PDT From: tim tim Subject: high school humilliation chapter 12 Chapter 12 Highschool Humiliation The Sunday went by and nothing happened. The next day I went to school as usual. I talked to Michel during lunch and we enjoyed each other but had a difficult time not touching each other. We agreed that I would try to come to his place some evening that week. But I had to ask permission at home. At the end of the day Brandon walked up to me and said: "I have your next assignment here. You must wear a jockstrap tomorrow and leave the class before gym 10 minutes before it ends. I expect you to meet me at the toilets on the second floor. You understand me". "Yes, sir". I knew I had to do as he requested. The next day I wore my new bought jockstrap to school. I had asked my mother to buy them for an upcoming wrestle match. I didn't see Michel until lunch and again we talked a lot and decide that we would meet each other after gym. The lesson before gym went by quickly and 10 minutes before it ended I asked if I would be excused from the lesson because I had to go to the toilet. I got permission to go and walked towards the toilets on the second floor. I saw that there was a sign outside the toilets saying that they were out of order. I waited for a moment and there was Brandon. "Just walk in. I have put that sign on so that we wouldn't be disturbed. " I walked in front of him into the toilet. "Go and stand they're in the middle. Take your paints of and bend forward. I am going to give you a little spanking". I bent forward and a moment later I felt how he smacked my butt with a kind of wood. I felt how by but begin to warm up. I suppose it would have changed of color also. He kept on smacking my buttocks, one at a time until the bell rang. "Ok, now you are going to the lockers and there you are going to undress yourself and walk to the toilet to take a piss. When you are finished you are coming back and walk slowly to your own place and get dressed. " This would not be nice I could feel my warm and probably red buttocks in my pants and because of the jockstrap they would see my red butt. I went back to the class and when I entered the lockers, almost everybody was there. I started to undress and when I took of my pants I made sure that the others would see my front side and not my red buttocks. "He look," one of them said. "Tim is wearing his jockstrap again. You look hot, you should show yourself to the girls instead to us". My face turned red but I didn't give any comments and walked to the toilet. I felt how a few the looked at the back side of my jockstrap. I knew they would only see my red hot buttocks I didn't here any of them say something. I took a piss and walked back into the lockers. Brandon and a few others were still there but knowbody said anything. When I looked to see if Michel was there I saw that he was looking curiously. I just got my shorts on and walked into the hall. "Ok you guys", the coach said, "you all know that in two weeks the regional school wrestling championships will be in our gym. I would like to say that because of last year's performance we have a good chance to win. If we want to do that I would like to make a change in the team. "Ah Tim, were are you. Oh there you are, you played really good in your weight class last time but I have Brandon also for that weight class. Because Tomas is sick I would like to ask you if it is possible for you to lose some weight and fight in his place. That would secure that weight class also for us." "Well I don't know Coach. I think I have to lose a couple of pounds". "Would you like to try, I don't have to know until three days before. Just keep out of any grease food and try to work out a little more." "I can try Coach but I am not sure that it would work". "Well, give it your best shot and because it is in the interest of Brandon too that you succeed I am going to give him to you as your personal coach for the next coming gym lessons. You two can have that spare site of the room and work on you loosing some weight. Would you like to do that Brandon?" "Yes, sir if I can get a place in the team like that I will try to help Tim loose some weight". This was like every one was helping Brandon to humiliate me some how. I was for sure that he would take this assignment of being my personal coach as a server job. During the rest of the lesson nothing special happened I felt how my buttocks became less sore and probably also less red. When I went back into the lockers I supposed that anybody could hardly see that Brandon had given me a spanking. I changed and looked around to see where Michel was. I walked towards him and said: "are we still on for the next hour". "Yes, If you have to wait for the train you can do that also at my place if you want". "Ok, Lets go then..." We walked to his house and there we went straight to his room. His mother was at home so we couldn't do much. I said down at his bed and Michel said down beside me. We started kissing each other and touching each other's body. "We better Stop, Tim, my mother can walk in any moment. Normally she don't knock on the door before entering". "Ok, then, if you don't want anymore" "No that is not the point, I just don't want my parents to know it yet. Can you get one evening out this week and come around. My mother has evening shift at the mall." "No, I am sorry Michel, but I have to go to badminton training this week or else my coach is going to be around to tell my parents. I missed the last two training sessions." "Well then this weekend, can we not go somewhere on Sunday. We can meet at the station and just go cycling or something like that." "It has been a long time since I have done that, but I find a good idea. Shall we meet at my station at 11 O'clock. I think I know a nice route. I haven't bin there since 10 years or something like that". "That is fine with me." We kissed some more and talked about next Sunday. The hour went by quickly and I went to the station. But I missed the train and saw it drive past when I was only a minute or so away. I had to wait for an other hour. I was glad I had missed Brandon. He hadn't had the time to say or do anything. Because I was home later than normal my mother started to ask were I had been. "I had stayed with a classmate to wait for the train and then I was a minute to late and missed the train. We had done some homework together. I help him with English and he helps me with math. " "Ok, but I would rather like if you tell me this upfront and call me if you miss the train. I worried because a boy from your gymclass called me already to ask were you was because he missed you at the station. He said he wanted to talk to you because of the special training program you must do for the regional wrestling meet. Did I ever meet that boy; he sounded like a very good boy? What was his name, Tim" "I think you must have talked to Brandon, If I can loose some weight he can take my place at the wrestle match and I can start in a weight class lower." "Do you know him for long, is he good friend?" "I only no him since this year's gym." "Well I invited him to come over at Thursday. He suggested that you agreed on a special training that evening." "You did what?!" "I asked him to join you from school, have dinner with us and then you can work out together. I think you can better go to the sport school after dinner." "Ok, but don't embarrass me, please, mother". "If I have done that ever, son. Well you can go upstairs and do some homework. Dinner will be ready in an hour or so." I walked upstairs and could not believe that first Brandon called to my house and then secondly he was invited by my mother to have dinner. I just didn't think about it to long and started on my homework. I knew I had to be careful on Thursday. The Wednesday went by without any special things happening. I saw Michel during lunch and we spoke about the things we could do next Sunday. On Thursday we had gym again. Brandon trained me during that hour. First I had to walk around hard for 10 minutes then we did some fitness exercises and again he had me walk hard for another 10 minutes at the end. He suggested that we would leave school that day together. He packed everything and was ready to go to my place directly after school finished. So we agreed to see each other at 15.00 hours at the station. As I was in a place to agree to anything, I didn't object. So at 15.00 hours I saw Brandon standing alone on the station platform. "Hi, there you are, I already thought I had to call your mother again and ask here were you where". "No, I am late because of an meeting of the class representatives. It took a little longer than normal." "Well, I hope you're mother can cook well. Depending on her cooking I will decide your punishment for tonight. . I think that is a good way, you depending on the results of somebody else." I knew my mother is a good cook. Not something special but normally she can make a good dinner. We continue with some small talk and got on the train. When we arrived at my place I showed Brandon my room and when my mother came home I introduced him. They talked for almost half an hour. It seemed like they hit off very well. I hardly said anything during that half-hour and at last I went upstairs to do some homework. Brandon staid downstairs and kept my mother company. I found this very strange. Brandon coming to my place and kept on talking to my mother. I did my homework for another hour or saw and went downstairs again. My mother said, "good you are here, because I have to start with dinner." "Well, you have a very nice mother, you know. She told me that you are on probation and that I was responsible for you tonight so you wouldn't do anything stupid. She was afraid that you father was going to ground you for a longer period. I answered her that she didn't need to worry that you would do anything I would say. Don't you Tim?" "Ah, yes Brandon". "She doesn't need to know how well you are obeying me does she?" "No, Brandon don't tell her anything, please I will do exactly as you say". "I know Tim, so you better get you're bag ready for the sport school we are going. I will help you with you losing some weight tonight. You are going to workout in a shirt and a short. You are not aloud to have any underwear on. The short must be the biggest one you have, but it should not have to long legs in it. You have something like that." "I am not sure Brandon, sir". "Ok, we will go to your room and you can show me what you have". We went upstairs and Brandon found what he was looking for. Last year I had bought a white short for running with almost no legs in them. But because of the fact that I had lost weight (almost 4 kilos) since that time it was rather large. "Ok, this will do nicely. We will leave directly after dinner. Before we go you must take this with a glass of water." "What is it Brandon". "You will see". My mom called from downstairs that dinner was ready. My farther was late again so Brandon and my mother did most of the talking. They chatted like they were friends for years. You almost wouldn't believe there was an age difference. After dinner we left straight away and arrived at the gym. In the lockers there was nobody and we quickly dressed into our gear. I didn't get a good view of Brandon because kept enough clothes on to hide his bare parts while he was changing. I had taking the pill as ordered and at first I didn't believe it at done anything but when I changed into the white short Brandon looked at me and said: "It seems like the pill is doing its work, you're dick is getting hard isn't it?" "I already noticed that but I thought that was because of the fact that I was wearing no underwear, it isn't?" "No, you just took a pill which will take care of people who have problems with getting their dick hard. For the next hour or so your dick will stay hard". My face turned red and I just looked down at my too big shorts with no legs. My dick found its way to the upper band. I just hoped it wouldn't find its way outside of my shorts. I the gym room there where some 25 people, mostly men, working out. During the next hour I was for some of the men the middle point of their focus. First off all my entire dick stayed hard and the outline could be seen through my short. Depending on the exercise I was doing my dick tried to find its way through the waistband or through the opening at the bottom. A few times my dick felt free and could be seen by everybody but at the moment I wanted to put it back in Brandon told me to leave it there and not touch it with my hands. "Well I think we have done enough, you have been busy for almost an hour now. I must say you did quite well. Regarding your punishment I have give it a good thought but looking around I would expect that some of the men are going to hit the shower with you. So in the showers you better do what ever the guys want you to do. Is that clear". "Yes, Brandon". "You better make sure that at least one of them is offering his cock to you, you must show me his cum afterwards. Because I didn't like the vegetables your mother cooked I have another punishment for you afterwards. Ok you finish this exercise and we will go to the lockers and showers". I did as instructed and when I was getting my towel in the lockers some of the men who were inside the gym followed us into the lockers. When I was ready to go to the showers I looked at Brandon who didn't made any progress in coming along. "Are you not coming to the showers to Brandon?" I asked. "No, you better do this on you're own and show me the results later". I walked into the showers and put away my towel. My dick was still standing hard and I looked around to see if any one else was there. Only one guy (around 40) was under the shower. When I walked towards the shower beside him, more men walked into the showers. It were the same who followed me into the locker. The men beside me finished and with a look back towards me he left the shower. The three men who came in a moment ago were all around the 35 and came towards me. One of them said: "Well, turn around and show us your dick, you have been teasing us for an whole hour you know. We want to see it all" I turned around and didn't say anything. "So you wanted to make us horny, well you better help us with it then. Get on your knees". I didn't respond quickly enough and I was forced on my knees. Then they all took their towels away and I was looking at three huge dicks. Not only where they long but also thick. One of them was forced into my mouth; the others were slapped against my face. A moment later the second cock forced its way into my mouth. Only the top op both the cocks entered and I had trouble breathing. I knew I had to stay calm. During the next ten minutes nobody said anything but they kept fucking my mouth one at a time. "Ok, are you guys also ready to cum", one of the said. "I am," the other two responded at the same time. "Open your mouth, boy and eat it". With that they all pulled their cock back and pointed them at the opening of my mouth. I took a deep breath and a moment later I felt how the first cum landed on my tong. It took almost a minute before the last one finished. I still had to keep my mouth open so I tasted there cum thourhougly. Then I was ordered to swallow. I started to gag but I just could control my self. I had never had so much cum to drink in one time. I felt that I had some cum which landed on my lips I knew I had to keep it there as proof for Brandon. So I left the showers and walked back towards the locker. 'So, you're back quickly". "Yes, I did as told Brandon, look at my lips". Brandon looked carefully and said; "Well just as you deserved a little dinner afterwards. I will go directly to the station but before I go I will have to tell you about the second punishment you deserve for this evening. You are not going to perform this tonight but during the next gym class. You will tell the coach at the beginning that you forgot you're gym shorts. During that day you must wear small green brief for underwear. I will instruct you Tuesday morning before gymclass. Any questions?" "No, Brandon". "O, I will see you tomorrow at school and greet your mother from me". "With that he left, I quickly changed and my mind was already with Tuesday's gymclass. Normally you weren't aloud to forget you're shorts. Nobody did, because you had to do the complete gymclass in you're underwear. Hopefully the Coach would lend me one of the spare shorts I knew he had them in his cubbord. When I came home my mother asked how everything went and why Brandon hadn't come along anymore. I quickly answered and walked towards my bedroom. The story will continue next chapter in two weeks. Responses are welcome at noway16@hotmail.com or ICQ: 36967366 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/high-school-humiliation/high-school-humiliation-10 | Date: Thu, 20 May 1999 11:01:36 PDT From: tim tim Subject: high school humilliation chapter 10 Chapter 10 of High school Humiliation When I woke up at first I didn't seem to notice that I was somewhere else but when I came to my senses I felt that I was lying on the ground. I looked up and saw the bed were Michel was sleeping in. He was still sleeping and I could see his friendly face. His upper body was not covered with blankets so I could see his beautiful arms and muscles he had. I just lay there enjoying the sight of the beautiful Michel. I was really falling in love with him. I stayed there on the ground for more than 15 minutes. Then I walked towards Michel's bed and tried to kiss him on his neck. He turned around and woke up. "Goodmorning, love" He said. "Good morning to you to Michel". "Did you have a good night rest, or was the ground too hard". "No I slept just perfect, probably to tiered to stay awake anyway." We start kissing again and when I look at the clock I saw it was already nign O'clock. "I have to go Michel. I have to be home in an hour or I shall be grounded for ever". "That is ok, Tim, do I see you tomorrow at school". "of cause I hope we can sneak away and do some ..., well you know". "You better get dressed now, I will see if there is breakfast around". Michel left his bedroom and went downstairs. I started to get dressed and knew it was ashamed that I had to go home this soon. I went downstairs and saw that despite the early hour his parents were also awake. We didn't have a chance to talk about last night but I knew we both had enjoyed ourselves and maybe I even would fall in love. I was at home at time and stayed in my room most of the rest of the Sunday just thinking about Michel and the love we shared the night before. I started to write some poems but they just didn't say what I felt so I started over and over again. As Sunday went by I started to think also about Brandon and Mark and that I would have to see them this week. Well just wait and see. How more humiliating then what happened at gym last week could they come up with? I went to bed early that night knowing that a good rest was important after last night. When I woke up I knew I started to think about Michel, I could hardly wait until I could see him. When I arrived at school, the first thing I saw was Brandon and he told me he would see me that evening around eight O'clock. I just said Ok and looked around to see if Michel was anywhere. I found him sitting on the edge of a small fence that was at the far end of the school ground. I walked towards him, but before I was there the bell rang to start the first hour. I looked at Michel and I knew I hadn't had time to see him and turned around to go to the first lesson. The first change missed to talk to Michel this day. I had no lessons with him so I had to wait until lunch. But it just appeared to be a curse on us today. I had to stay in during Lunch to work on a nature project I was working on with a team of classmates. I hoped that I could see him before leaving, but I was not sure that he was free at the same time as I was. I just could not concentrate during the afternoon lessons and waited with anticipation until the bell rang and I could go outside to find Michel. I looked for almost 15 minutes but I just couldn't find him. I had to leave to get my train; otherwise I would have been to late at home. When I came home the first thing I did was to take the phone and I called Michel's home to see if he was in. His mother answered and told me that he would be home late because he had badminton practice. I left a message that I had called and said to his mother that I would not be home that evening but that I would see Michel at school tomorrow. I left around seven to go to Brandon's place. I arrived just a few minutes after eight O'clock because the train was to late. When Brandon opened he said: "You are late, that means you will be punished with an other assignment". "Yes master" was all I could think about to say. It seems like whatever Brandon would do to me, my love for Michel would make it all better. "You can go to the living room and start undressing yourself as usual. Keep your underwear on, please. I will be there in a moment". I walked into the living room and started to undress my self. Mark entered the room and smiled at me. "We will see each other at Wednesday at four, you better keep that in mind". "Yes Mark, I will". "I have spoken with my friends and we find the absolute perfect think to work on you routine. I will tell more about it on Wednesday but you keep better the Friday night free for us too". "Mark get the hell out of here", Brandon entered and made Mark go quickly. " So sit down on you knees Tim. You're going to be blindfolded for the rest of the evening". With that he took a blindfold out of his pocket and started to put it over my head. "You are going to have a good evening to night. I have asked a couple of badminton teammates of me to join. They have earned you and I have agreed with them to lend you to them for the evening. I will stay and look of cause". 'Who are they Master". "Well that is one thing that I had to agree on, you're not going to see them". The doorbell rang and I heard how Brandon walked away to open it. I heard some voices but I couldn't understand what they were saying. "Well, there he is. I hope you like what you see". "Well for a starts that looks fine to me and to you John". "Yes to me this likes a good slave start any way". I knew now that one was addressed as John and the other had a high voice. "You can do what every you like with him for the coming two hours. I will watch, as we have agreed". "Ok, John said Let's start". I heard how they put something beside me and then I felt their hands all over my body. My dick came to live as some electricity touched it. These boys knew exactly were to touch a man. They had done this before. The touching went on for a minute or ten and then they took my underwear off. "It seems like our slave is enjoying himself." But before I could say anything my mouth was closed by a big tang, which was placed over my lips. We will enjoy ourselves with you tonight. I heard how they started to undress their selves. A moment later a couple of hands took my balls and started to squeeze them. First softly but the pressure became more and more. I wanted to scream but that was just impossible. Then I felt the grip loosened. OK that was part one now part two. My balls were still in the men's hand but know held complete loose. Then there was a strange feeling and I knew my balls were tied up. "You are going to like this" At the same time that was said my balls were tugged downward by something that was hanging under my balls. "I think I need to take a piss". My balls were stretched even more when I heard a stream of piss entering in something. That something seemed to hang unto my balls and became heavier by the second. Then I felt a strange feeling at my buttocks. Someone was opening my ass and tried to put something in it. It was very big and pain drove to my body and I started to shake a little. But while I was doing that the weight on my balls became more painful so I stopped as soon as I could. The thing was now pushed into my ass completely. It started to vibrate a moment later. They had put a vibrator in my ass, it felt painful at first but my dick already started to react on it and came alive very quick. "O, he likes that, lets see if he can have some more." At that moment I heard another stream of piss be added to the thing that was hanging on my balls. Pain became more and more and I wanted to scream but that was just impossible at that time. I knew than that this was not going to be an evening to remember. The left me then standing they're for a while. The pain becoming more and more of a worry I almost fainted at one moment. Then the weight was taken of my balls and I got a big relief. The vibrator still did his work as the tang was removed from my lips. I could see something at last. "If you are going to say anything, any noise you would regret that very much. We will hang the bowl back on your balls and see if you can take more. The bowl is yet half filled so we could add more if you like". That made every lust to say something stop immediately. I knew I could try to keep my mouth closed, but if they had done something like that to me again I would scream anyway. "Open your mouth and drink this without spilling anything" I opened my mouth and started to drink, I just didn't want to spill anything. It was the pee they put in the bowl. I just had to obey them. When I was finished I just waited. One of them was playing with my balls again and the other one was turning the vibrator around in my ass. "You like what you see, Brandon, are we doing a great job on your slave". "You give a good lesson, that is one thing that is for sure". "You don't want to join Brandon, looks like you want". I just could not believe what was happening. Was Brandon having a hard on while he was looking. He had never had one before. He never had touched me beside the one time in gymclass. They didn't wait his reply and went on with giving me a lesson. I had to bend forwards and hold my ankles with my hands. A moment later big Smacks came down on my bottom. It went on for a while and because I was not aloud to scream I started to cry. My bottom felt like they had taken all the flesh of it, but I saw no blood falling on the floor so that would not be the case. Now the smashes came down a little lower and started to come down on my balls. This was even more painful because of the weight that had been there before. I could hardly believe that this was going to end, but suddenly the smashed stopped and I was ordered to go and sit down on hand and knees with my head straightforward. "The last thing you are going to do is to be fucked in ass and face at the same time" I just stood there and started to think about Michel, maybe this could be a protection in my mind to the humiliation I had to go through. I had to open my mouth and at the same time that a dick was forced in it, my ass was opened by a big dick and was fucked in a hard way. "Brandon, you look like you can't control your self any more, why do you not join us". " Well I don't know" he answered. "Here take the balls of your slave in you hand and crush them". I got very hard just thinking that the admiration and master of me was going to touch my balls. I heard how he came close by and then I felt the pain in my balls. Brandon was done as ordered and was crushing my balls hard. The sucking and fucking was great after I got used to it but the crushing was terrible. Both my masters came at the same time. Cum splattered out of my ass and on to my face while my own cum came on the hands of Brandon who was still splashing my balls. Both the dicks in my mouth and ass were taking out of it. "That was great, and for you Brandon, did we as you wanted". "You have done perfect with this slave". "Is that his cum on your hand" John asked. "Yes it is". "Let it eat him". I felt how Brandon's hand forced his away into my mouth and I started to lick. I was licking Brandon's hand. My own cum I hardly tasted but licking that hand and the sweat of Brandon made me cum again. "Well, well Brandon, seems like your slave had the hots for you, if you like guys of not, you have at least one admirer". "Good dammed" Brandon said. "You will be punished for that Tim." He had to keep himself up as the straight guy in front of his teammates. But I knew then that what had happened aroused him. I was going to suck his dick eventually that was one thing that I was sure of. " We are going, if you need a hand, you can asked us any time Brandon, we liked your slave, By." I heard them walking away together with Brandon. The door opened and closed again. I was waiting until Brandon would enter back into the living room. " So you have the hots for me, I will punish you hard for that. I had planned nothing else for this week, but I think you deserve another punishment now". " No please Sir, I will have to see you brother already this week is that not enough". "No, Not this time. I have lend a thing or two from those two who just left so I will tell you what we are going to do". He came close by and removed the blindfold. He took my cock into his hand and put something on it. "I think you deserve this know. It is a cockring. It will keep your cock hard for the next day or so." He turned it faster and faster and my cock was as hard as could be, with Brandon touching and holding it. "I want you to do the following thing tomorrow during lunch. You will sit down beside me and stay there for a minute or ten. Then you excuse your self and say you are going to get a drink. You then go to the toilet in building E. You know the one with no cabins in it, were only the last years take a pee because all their lessons are there. You will go inside with this bottle and fill it up, while you do this you better be in the middle of the piss holes. You then will come back to the table and start drinking from the bottle. You better be sure that I get to touch it somehow so that I know that it is fresh and still warm. So far you understood it". "Yes Sir, but what will I say if any one say or ask anything while I am in the toilet." "Just say nothing and keep on going. The last hour we have gym again and you have to wear that cockring during gym. You are not allowed to take it off." "But that means I have to take a shower with it. I have been kind of behind with that you know the coach wants us take at least twice a month a shower at school after gym". "Yes, that is what I want you to do exactly and if any one want's to touch it or feel it you let them. You also answer all their questions. Is that understood." "Yes sir." "Well get out of here now" I left in the same rush I did the last time although I had a little trouble getting my stiff cock into my underwear. I left for home and just didn't want to think about tomorrow. Brandon also managed to get across my plans with Michel I just couldn't see him during lunch this time. It was a good thing I had time to speak with him between classes tomorrow. When I was home I went straight to bed and fell asleep quickly. The next morning my hard one had became less but still it was more than usual. It would get hard during lunch again or maybe earlier when I would talk to Michel. I had my breakfast and went to school. I saw Brandon on the way from the railway station to the school and he asked me if I was ready for today. He told me that he would see me during lunch at the far end of the canteen. I tried to see if Michel was anywhere. I found him a moment later. He was walking towards the classroom. I stepped in quickly and said: "Hi Michel, how are you today". "O Hi Tim, I tried to find you yesterday, but I didn't see you around. You are not made or anything are you". "No ofcause not but during lunch I had to finish my project for science and later I called you but you were at badminton training:" "Can I see you at lunch time, I would like to find a quite place." "No I am sorry Michel, but I can't I have to finish an other assignment. If possible we can see each other this weekend again. Maybe you can come and stay over at my place." "That will be fine. I was starting to believe that you didn't want to see me anymore". "No, I still like you and if I got a chance I would like to kiss you here and now, but we better don't do that now". We walked into the class together and sat down on our own places. I looked at Michel most of the time and at a lot of difficulty to concentrate myself. I knew that lunch was coming to I better get my self-prepared. When the bell sounded for the lunch period I went to the canteen. I saw that Brandon was sitting on the right had side of the canteen, together with a couple of friends. Some of them I knew and others I didn't. I said down and Brandon introduced me as a badminton friend. The all said Hi and went on talking together. I didn't dare to tell anything so I kept calm and a moment or so later I saw that Brandon starting to wink at me. I knew he wanted me to go to the bathroom. I apologized to his friend and said that I was going to get a drink. I walked away towards the part of the building were I hadn't been too often. Every one it was the part were the lessons of the seniors took place and they didn't like others to snoop around. Also every one that it had a special toilet were everyone could see you're dick when you was taking a piss. I had some strange looks when I entered the part of the building but nobody said anything so I just went on towards the place were I was told the toilet would be. I found it and entered. I looked around and saw that 5 guys were in and they all were taking piss. I saw two dicks when I walked towards the other side of the room were just one guy was standing. I felt that my dick started to get very hard again. I undid my zipper of my pants and took out my hard dick. It would be very hard to get out any pee at all. I took the bottle out of my pocket and held it in place. "He what are you doing here" said the guy who was standing beside me. I knew I was not allowed to say anything and slowly a stream off piss came out of the bottle. "Can you not answer, you are not a senior and you think you can piss here with a stiff one". This line brought the other guys around to come around and see what happened. I still kept calm and knew I wasn't aloud to say anything. My stream improved and was filling up the bottle quite nicely. It was painful to piss with such a hard on but I managed. "Well leave him about, if he don't want to talk he will have a good reason for doing this here". Said one of the other guys who were making themselves ready to leave. The one that stood beside me from the beginning stayed around when the others left. He came up to me again and said: " So you think you can do this without being punished. Just looking at my dick and getting hard. You think I would appreciate that. Get around and bent forward, I will let you feel who the boss is." I stopped peeing and turned around. He started to smack my ass and to squeeze my balls hard. When I started to scream he said. "Shut up, I hope this had giving you a lesson". With that he walked away, other guys came in but they didn't look at me. I stared to zip up again and was ready to leave with the bottle in my hand. I went back to the canteen and when I said down one of Brandon's friends said: "That took you a long while but do you have your drink now". "Yes, I have, I saw someone I had to speak about because of the science project". I let the bottle slip by Brandon's hands, which were placed, on the table in front of him. He smiled and nodded like he proved of me drinking. I started to take the bottle to my mouth and started to drink my own pee. It was still warm and had a stronger taste than the cold one I had drank before. I had a lot of trouble holding my stomach in control to keep me from gagging. I was able to drink the first part in almost one time. For the rest of the bottle I needed the remaining of the lunch period and I was glad I took it all before we had to go to the next hour. Almost now one asked me anything so I just stayed there and listen to what they were talking about. Then their was another two hours two go before I had the last our with gym. Again Brandon was going to humiliate me in front of the whole gym class. I hope that nobody would notice. I lasted the two hours and went away to the lockers to get ready for gym. I unzipped my trousers and put on my gym shorts. I had to buy knew one, I couldn't were the ones I had received back from Brandon. Every would know that something else had happened. So I put on my new ones. Because of the cockring I was wearing you could see through my shorts that I had a stiff one. Maybe because I knew that I could see it but I thought that every one else could too if they looked for it. Gym went buy without anything happened. I went into the lockers afterwards and looked around to see who else was going to take a shower. I saw that Brandon was getting a towel so he would join. That mends that I was going to see his dick. I hadn't seen it for a long time. I saw that most of the guys who went into the showers were friends of Brandon. I think they were with six of them in total. I waited until the last one entered and walked behind him into the shower. I just didn't know what was going to happen. I let slip of my towel and walked into the wet area. "He look at Tim", Brandon shouted. "What have you on know Tim. " Its called a cockring Brandon" I almost said sir but I could just in time say his name instead. The guys came towards me. "How does it feel Tim" Brandon asked again. It seemed like he was prepared well for it. " It feels not normal Brandon. It keeps it hard all the time". " You find that normal Tim, doesn't hurt it, to stay hard that long". The other guys came close by know and I saw some of them had a pretty large dick, not hard but large anyway. I looked at Brandon and saw that he had also a big uncut cock hanging between his legs with pretty big nuts. " Well it does sometimes but I am not allowed to remove it". "You're not allowed to remove it, why" Tony a small blond boy asked. " I think you have to do this for the doctor, don't you Tim" Brandon replied before I could say anything. "yes that is right. It is kind of a test I believe". " Can I touch it, Tony asked" "If you want" I answered. "yea come on Tony feel it" Brandon said. I started to tremble a little bit thinking about somebody else was going to touch my dick. The moment Tony touched my cock I felt electrified and started to breathe heavily. "This feels great, so hard, my is never that Hard" Tony touched it a second time and squeezed it a little. That was enough for me to cum and it splashed all over the floor. "Wow Tim, what are you doing". I just could not look at any of them and just stood there. " Just a touch was enough for you to come Tim, what were you thinking about" Before I could answer that the Coached yelled: " Ok you guys you better get ready, I want to lock up in 5 minutes. That was a good thing and before I good say anything they other boys went back to finish their shower. "You don't have to answer that" Brandon said, " we all know were you are thinking about when you are hard, pussy don't we guys". Brandon saved me for that question. I think he was afraid that somebody would find out what he was doing to me. We finished the shower and get dressed. Tony came towards me and said: "Don't be bothered by it, I am horny all the time and can shoot very easy". When I was ready and went outside, I saw that Michel was waiting. I was very glad that he didn't take a shower this time. "You have to wait for your train again, don't you Tim". "Yea that is right," "You like to cum with me to my house Tim" "Yea that is OK" We walked to the house of Michel and went in. His mother was home so we went straight up to his room. Just entered and we started to kiss each other. " I have missed this Tim, I really love you". " I missed you to Michel but we have only an hour". " This time I have enough to be in your company and kissing you". I stayed in his room until the last possible moment and then I went to the train. We kissed, hugged and touched each other. It was just the best. It made me to forget every thing else that happened that day. It was hard to leave but I knew I had to be at home in time. So that happened that day and I was humiliated quite heavily but I also had a chance to have a good look at Brandon's dick. He had touched mine the day before so I was getting somewhere with him. It was slowly but I knew I would get him horny why was he else doing this to me. It was just a matter of time and more humiliations to go. And there was of cause Michel the boy I didn't notice before the badminton game but who I started to fell in love with every day more and more. That evening I wrote a poem to Him, but I was scared somebody else would read it so I destroyed it. If you have any suggestions, idea's how to continue the story please let me know: noway16@hotmail.com Of cause any other reaction are welcome to. I hope you enjoyed yourself so far. I know I did with writing it. ICQ: 36967366 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/high-school-humiliation/high-school-humiliation-9 | Date: Sat, 15 May 1999 03:58:40 PDT From: tim tim Subject: chapter 9 of high school humiliation Chapter 9 of Highschool Humiliation My parents did not say anything so I guess they really thought that I was been to badminton practice. I went to sleep early and didn't want to think about the next day. I woke up early and my mind started to wonder of and thinking about Michel. I really had enjoyed give him a good blow job. I was still not sure I heard him correct. Had he said I love you or had he not? I better would try to find that out during the day. I could ask my parents if it was ok to go out on Saturday and staying over at a friend's place from school. I went downstairs and saw that my parents were both sitting at the table having their breakfast. I walk towards my mother and said, " Good morning, I would like to ask something. Am I still grounded this weekend? I mean Saturday. A friend from school asked if we could get out and if I would stay over at his place." "You now you have to ask your farther this." I looked at dad who heard the question I asked my mother. "Well despite of your behavior I think you deserve one night out. I will expect you to be back around 10 on Sunday morning. Because you didn't obey us during the first day of the week you will be grounded for another month. You will have to ask permission each time you want to leave the house. You understand". "Yes, Dad", I said. "We are going to be more severe on you for the coming months. We don't want you to do stupid things. Now sit down and eat your breakfast" I sat down and eat my breakfast. I left for school a few minutes later. I had a hard time figuring out what kind of underwear I had to wear that day. I decided that a black brief would be the best option of the underwear, which were in my closet. I rather would have worn a boxershort but I hadn't had one yet. When I arrived at school, I first wanted to find out were Michel was. I looked around a few places and found him already in the library. He seemed to startle when I walked towards him. "Hi Michel" I said. "Is your offer to come around still open. I have asked my partners if it was ok if I would stay over at Saturday". "Yes of course Tim, you are always welcome. Saturday is OK for me too. I have a game during the morning hours but will be home around 4 O Clock in the afternoon. So if you would like to come around then that is ok with me. " "That's fine with me. I have to play also on Saturday morning but could be over around four o'clock in the afternoon. Have you any idea what we could do on Saturday evening." "My parents will be out all Saturday evening and we could play some computergames and could rent a video if you like". "That is fine by mine Michel. I have to be going to the first class, see you later today and also on Saturday afternoon." "By Tim, see you around". I walked to my first lesson. I would see Michel during gym and the hours afterwards we had the same lessons also. The first two hours went by very quickly and I became nervous about the gym hour. I went towards the lockers quickly wen the bell rang for the next hour. I started to changes and saw that Brandon was looking to see what kind of underwear I was wearing. The door to the gym hall was closed so this could mean Brandon was right and we would have a cross-country. I closed my eyes and prayed for a moment that he was wrong. Then the coach entered the locker and said: " Today the gym hall is being cleaned and the floor being treated so I thought it would be a good idea to have a cross country today. You know the route. I will timing you and expect you all to be back before the lunch start. Ok get your asses out of here": We started to go outside and I saw that Brandon had a big smile on his face. " Good luck "he said to me when he passed. I went out as one of the last, remembering that it would be best to start as one of the last ones. We all started and went away towards the station and later in the run to the park. The park was about 6 km after the start en it took almost 1,5 km to get through it. I hoped that not many people would be around in the park. I saw that Brandon didn't keep up his normal pace and was one of the lasts who turned into the park. I still had to go for more than 500 meters before I was there. When I entered the park I stopped and looked around. At that moment I couldn't see any one and quickly undid my gymshorts and put these under my gym-shirt. I went on and started to get aroused by showing off my dick to every one who would be there. When I was half way across the park I saw a few people (men mostly) who were walking there with their dog. They noticed me and I get a little embarrassed by it. One of them shouted: " Well build, are you not afraid to get a cold". I didn't answer him and tried to get away as quickly as I could. When I was almost at the end of the park I saw a few boys were standing with their backs towards me. When I almost reach them one of them turned around. It was Mark who yelled: "Didn't I say he would, didn't I". Now all the boys turned around and one of them said: " Stop Tim". I didn't know what to do but decided that it was best to stop and see what they want. "Come over hear" Mark said. I walked towards them and stopped just two steps in front of them. "Nice underwear" said the boy who also called to stop me. "Look he gets a hard one" Mark said. He was right. Just knowing that four boys could see my underwear and off cause the outlines of my dick made me horny. "Does he do everything he is told" one of the boys asked. "He better" Mark replied. I then new I was in his hands and started to beg them to let me go on. They got around me and Mark said: "You better walk quite with us towards the bushes over there" I walked with them and saw that from the place they took me nobody would be able to see us. "Get that underwear off and start stroking yourself" Mark commended. I could not believe this was happening I had to give a show for those boys. I got my hand behind the waistband and lowered my underwear. I took my dick and started to stock it carefully. "Come on" one of the boys said, "we don't have all day". I closed my eyes and started to stroke my cock harder. Then I saw a flashlight trough my closed eyes. When I opened them I saw that Mark had a camera with him and made a few photos. That was the last thing I needed and I came hard and loud in front of the boys. Mark was still making photographs of it. When I came to my senses I looked at him and said "Did I good master". "You did as you were told so that was ok, but when Brandon walked by hear a moment ago he said that he was not quite happy with the underwear you had put on. You better would have had a white one on. So he asked me to take you gym short so that you had to end the run in your underwear." "No way" I said, but before I could get out of there the boys were all over me and one of them got my gym shorts from under my T-shirt. "Ok, you will continue now or do we have to take more clothes off and force you to go back almost naked" Mark said this while he was sitting on my chest. "I will obey Mark, please let me go". Mark got of me and said, "we will let you go but next Wednesday we expect you to be at my place at four o'clock. We want to see you work on your skills then. " I walked away in my underwear thinking about what I was going to say to our coach when I would be back at school. At first I just couldn't think of anything but then it could be a good thing to say what had happened. I could tell him that I was molested in the park and good get away just in time but that I lost my gym short before I could away. When I came at school, I got a lot of attention and I tried to hide my crotch as much as possible. I walked towards the lockers were the coach was standing with his stopwatch in his hands. "I was going to believe you weren't coming at all Tim. What happened to you?" "Well somebody got me in the park and tried to undress me but I could get away after he undid my gymshorts. " "Oh no, the coach said. Did you see who it was" "No because he attacked from the back and I didn't look back when I was running." "Was nobody around who could help you". "No nobody was around so I just came back as quickly as I could." "That is ok, Get dressed now. I will talk to your counselor and he will call your parents." "No sir please don't make a fuss out of it" "Ok I will let the councilor decide if he want's to talk with you before calling your parents. No go on and get dressed". Most of the other boys were already changes and ready to leave. Some of them came to ask me if there happened anything more than the thing I told the coach. But I told I was happy nothing else happened and that everything was Ok with me. When I looked at Brandon I saw that he had that same cruel smile on his face. When he walked away he said:" well done. I will see you at the end of the day at the station. " I got dressed and started to walk towards the lunch hall to eat. When I sat down Michel walked towards me and asked: " Are you alright," "Yes, I am Michel. I was not hurt or anything". "Well I am happy for that. I got scared when you told the coach what happened. I was afraid something worse had happened to you. If I can do anything you will tell me?" He asked that in a very friendly almost lovely tone. "Off cause I will Michel, thanks for the offer". I started eating and Michel stayed during the lunch beside me and we talked about music and school homework. When the bell went I found out that the time had gone by quickly and that I had enjoyed talking to Michel that longs. The next hour started and I had to have my mind on other things. When the bell rang I knew I had to see Brandon at the station, so I went to the station right away. Brandon came a minute later and walked away from his friends and said: " I talked with my brother and it seemed that you did ok so you are passed this round. But I said to you that you were not aloud to make up stories like that so you will be punished for that later on. You have a meeting next Wednesday evening with my brother. I want to see you next Monday. I still don't forget that you are not allowed to come. I can check it any time I like" He walked away from me and left me standing there. I knew I wouldn't get ride of Brandon yet so I could better make the best of it. Something's he did I like, for example the public humiliation I liked. Other things I was very humiliated by it. I had no idea how long that this would go on. I didn't meat Brandon or Michel on Friday so the weekend came and I would sleep over at the house of Michel. I was looking forward to that. It was a shame that I still was not aloud to come but I would at least try to find out what Michel mend with I love you. He seemed very worried by what happened during gym. I suppose that was the reason he talked with me that long during lunch. I just would see what would happen on Saturday. I went over to Him after the game on Saturday. I had tried to look at my best when I left home. I arrived at almost 5 O clock at the house of Michel. I rang the door and after a moment or so a lady opened the door. "Hi you must be Tim, come on in Michel is in his room upstairs. By the way I am Linda, Michel's mother." "I am Tim, Madame, nice to meet you. Is it ok if I go upstairs right away." "Yes off cause it is. I have made a bed for you on the ground in the room of Michel. I though you would like that better than the spare room. You boys want to talk all night about girls and stuff so I thought it would be better to put you in the same room with Michel." "That is fine with me". "Did you already had dinner Tim," Michel's mother asked. "Not yet". "Well that is ok then, dinner will be ready in an hour". I went upstairs and opened the door to Michel's room. He was sitting behind his computer. I could see he was on the Internet but I could not see the page. He turned it of when I entered. "Hi Michel, here I am. Did you had a good match today" "Yea we had we won the game, and you?" "Well we lost, but I didn't had a change to play this time" "Well next time better". "I have arranged a few video's for us to look tonight. I will get them when my parents are gone. Is that ok by you". "Yes off cause. What are we going to do now." "Well we good go outside and play a little badminton there is almost no wind" "That is fine with me I could do with some practice". We went outside and until is was dinner time we played a hard game of badminton outside, trying to make it has hard as possible for each other. We had dinner and afterwards we had to do the dishes. This was very much has at my own place. After dinner the parents of Michel were making them selves ready to go. Just before the were leaving Michel got a lot of good advises what he was supposed to do or even more what he wasn't supposed to do. Because of the game we played outside Michel's mother told us we better would take a shower before going to bed that evening. That was one advice I would like to follow without any problem. When they left we walked upstairs to Michel's room and he showed me the video's he brought with him. Two of them were with Jonathan Brandis in a leading part and the other I didn't know. "You like Jonathan Brandis" I asked him. "Yes I find him a very good-looking and respectful person. He is also a great actor" Michel replied. "So you like looking at boys as much as girls," I asked moving the subject in the direction I wanted. "Yes I do, but I believed you knew that already. I like you for example". While he said this he was looking at the ground and not in my face a little bit afraid of what I would say. "I already thought so, I like you too Michel. Why won't we shower first before we go look at the video's". "That is a good Idea" Michel said. "I am all sweat from the game we played earlier. Do you want to go first or shall I". "Well I thought we could go at the same time. If you are OK with that". He looked surprised but with a little smile he said: " that is fine with me. I will get the towels and see you in the shower in a moment." I went into the bathroom and started to undress my self I wanted to leave my underwear on until Michel came back. When I was taking of my pants he entered the bathroom and looked at me. "Nice body, I have seen it in the lockers before but close by like this I can see you do a lot of work to keep it like that:" "Well I just can eat what ever I like without gaining any weight or fat. Come on get undressed". "Ok here are the towels". He started to undress himself and I took of my underwear and stepped into the shower. I opened the tab and the water poured out of it. I looked around and saw that Michel came in also. He looked as a man made on earth. A perfect trimmed body with almost no hair on his body except for his crotch. "You are looking fine, a great body you have to Michel". "Thanks" he said. "Shall I start soaping you in first". "That is OK". He started to use the soap on my back first, then my arms and my stomach. I knew he had to go a little lower in a moment. He sat down on his knees and looked at my legs and dick. He trembled a little bit and then took the soap and started to let it flow over my legs. Starting at the bottom and going higher very slowly. At last he came at my dick which was half-hard already, because of the teasing he was doing. I almost thought I would die when he took my dick into his hands. I came very close by spurting my cum at that time. "This feels great. I could not wait until I could hold your cock after the last time you were here". "Well it feels great to me to" I said with a very soft voice. I hardly could say anything because of the unbelievable emotions I had. He poured some water over my dick and then he went with his mouth slowly towards my dick. He touched it with his lips and then he slowly started to blow some air over it. "Oh Michel look out this feels awesome" I said. Then he slowly took my cock into his mouth and started to suck on it. At first very slowly and teasing and then a little bit harder. "You better stop Michel or I will be ready to come". But Michel didn't stop and I wasn't thinking about the fact that I wasn't aloud to come from Brandon. It was just feeling to great to think about that at that time. Then a most unknown climax came and my dick started to shoot very big loads of cum into Michel's mouth. He kept my dick into his mouth and started to drink every drop that I was giving to him. Even when the last drop entered his mouth he kept on sucking my dick very slowly. Only a minute or saw after that he left my dick slip out of his mouth. "That was cool, Tim. I really liked to suck and drink. You are great". He stood up and looked into my face. "May I kiss you, I would love to do that". Instead of saying yes or no I just moved forward and started to give him a well-deserved kiss. We stayed on kissing for almost 5 minutes giving pleasure to each other that we hadn't had before. "Can I suck you know I said a moment later. " "Well we better finish the shower you will get your change later this evening" We finished showering and went back towards his room. I just could not leave my eyes of his beautiful body. We just put our underwear on and lay down on Michel's bed. He didn't say much and just started one of the video with Jonathan in the lead. We stayed very close during the complete video and sometimes we just touched each other to have some contact. During the video I saw one moment were Michel got stiff it was when for a short while Jonathan was walking around in his sports cloths. I wanted to say something but I just wouldn't spoil the fact that I could see that Michel was still ready to play and cum. We looked at the video and then we started to give each other a little more attention. Before we would came to much under the attention of that I wanted to ask Michel what he had said during the last time we had played together. "Michel did I understand you correctly the last time I was here. I was not sure but I though you said something while I was giving you a blow job." "Well eh I am not sure what you mean. I believe I had sad something more than one thing." He said this not quite convincing so I knew he did know what I mend. "Well you know I believe you said something like: I love you Tim". "So you did hear me, because you didn't answer and didn't say anything during the next day I just didn't know if you had heard me." "Yes I did, but did you mean this Michel." "Yes I did, Tim, I really love you. Well that's is I think I do. I think about you very often during the day. I really enjoyed myself talking to you yesterday during lunch. So all those things made me think I love you Tim". "Well, Michel I liked talking to you also very much and sucking like I did last time was really great. I would like to do that again in a moment. I love you to Michel". And with that I started to kiss Michel again. We kissed very long and heavy. When we finished I looked at Michel and said: " if you want you even may fuck me. I think I am ready for that. " "You want me to do that Tim, are you sure". "Yes, I want you, can't you see." And with that I pulled my underwear away and he could see that my cock was stiff like hell despite he had sucked me only an hour or so. We started to get all over each other. Our hands didn't stay long on each part of the others body and soon I felt that Michel started to make way. He was giving me a massage of the bottom and started to try to get with his fingers in my whole. I really liked it; first he put one finger in it. He started to screw around and after a few minutes he started to force his second and third finger into my hole "Oh Yes, Michel keep on going this is just awesome". I cried out. Michel didn't respond first but continued to work my ass with two or three fingers. Then he said: "Turn around and try to relax as much as possible". I turned around and lay down on my back with my legs in the air. I closed my eyes when I felt the pressure of Michel's dick at the opening of my ass. He started to puss in a little and said: "just relax". He bend and kissed me on the mouth. "I will make you think about something else". While he tried to force his way in he started to kiss me most passionately and it worked. A moment later I felt how his cock slipped into my ass. I screamed for a moment and Michel waited just a second and then he started to move in and almost out of my ass. When he saw that I got a more relayed expression on my face he started to speed up the movement. That got me even harder than I ever had been. He kissed me again and I could feel how he was smashing his balls against my buttocks. I started to cum and I spurted the cum onto our bodes like a soft cream between two cookies. At that moment I could also feel the subtraction of Michel; s dick in my ass and a moment later a hot fluid came spurting into my love channel. Michel pushed a few more times in and almost out before stopping and with a plop he released my ass and took the whole of his dick out of it. "That was great, Tim" Michel said. "I know Michel, It just felt like I was in haven for a moment. I don't believe I had an orgasm like that before". "I know. It felt the same to me". We kept close during the whole evening. We hadn't had any sex during that evening or night, but until we went to bed we hold, kissed and touched each other every time we had. Story will continue. Responses are welcome: noway16@hotmail.com or ICQ: 36967366 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/high-school-humiliation/high-school-humiliation-14 | Date: Wed, 30 Jun 1999 10:22:43 PDT
From: tim tim <noway16@hotmail.com>
Subject: high school humilliation chapter 14
Chapter 14 of High school Humiliation
(Note: at the bottom of this chapter I want your help in how to continue
this story let me know on what you decide, first enjoy this chapter and I
will await your reaction).
Wednesday went by without any special things happened to me. I couldn't
find Michel and I learned that he was ill. I almost would have ran of to
his house to see what was wrong with him but I knew I had to be patient and
wait for tonight so that I could call him.
On Thursday nothing happened at the gym either. Some guys did make a
suggestion if I had forgot my underwear again on purpose last Tuesday but I
just did if I didn't hear what they were saying.
Brandon gave me another hard hour to work out and he whispered that we
would see what that evening was going to happen. He told me that he had
spoken with my mother and that it was ok for me to go home with him right
after school. That surprised me but I knew I had to do what he told me.
When I arrived at Brandon's house he opened the door (he was off one hour
earlier than me) and guides me in. You know what to do Tim, when you enter
this house so go ahead.
I walked into the living room and saw that Mark and two of his friends were
already sitting there on the couch. I didn't expect them so I hesitate for
a moment.
"Well go Tim, you know what to do", Mark said.
I walked towards the table and then I started to undress myself. I knew I
could leave my underwear on so when I was finished undressing I just waited
and looked at the boys sitting there.
"You like nice" Mark said. "I want you to introduce yourself to my
friends. Come here and let them see you a little closer"
I walked towards them and I stopped in front of the boy who was sitting to
the left of Mark.
"Hello I am Tim and I do exactly what you say"
"Hello Tim, I am Frank and you have a quite basket there". He touched it
and squeezed my balls.
I walked up to the other side and introduced myself again.
"Thanks Tim, Well get out of those underwear right now and squeeze you're
own balls as hard as you can".
I did as told and started to squeeze my balls. "Harder," Andrew said.
He helped me and put his hands around mine and started to squeeze real
hard. I yelled and tears came in my eyes. Andrew stopped and I felt down on
the ground with my balls in my hands. That was a hard beginning I thought.
Brandon walked in and said: " I see you have met the gang of tonight."
"Yes sir" I stumbled.
Brandon had walked in with three pizzas in his hands. He put them on the
table and said " Well that is dinner for tonight. You already have drinks
so lets start eating."
They all took one pizza and I just looked at Brandon and said: " And me,
Can't I get something to eat."
"You are our slave and you eat when we are finished"
I just waited and looked how the boys eat the pizzas and drank some
cola. When they were finished Brandon looked at me. I was still standing
naked in front of the table.
"Tim, if you look behind you on the table their is a bowl with your
dinner. Take the top of and start eating without using your hands or any
spoon".
I turned around and saw a bowl with a top on. I unscrew it and when I lit
it I was struck by a most terrible scent. I opened it further and I put it
down right away. I turned around and said: I can't eat that Brandon, please
don't force me. Until know I have done everything for you but please don't
let me eat that"
"That is the first time you are begin Tim. I think I like that but it
doesn't help. If you don't want the other kids to see the movie from you,
you better do as told, so eat that dog shit."
I turned around and I looked at it. I started to bend forward so that I
could get into the bowl with my head. I almost started to gag. This only
because of the smell and then I took a first bit. I didn't want to tjew on
it so I tried to swallow it as quickly as I could. I tasted horrible but I
knew I had to continue. After my seventh or eight times I just couldn't
swallow any more and started to gag. This time it all came out and I even
could taste it better this time. I start to gag more and a lot of that
afternoon's lunch came out to. I stopped and looked around at Brandon.
"Ok you can stop now, I will get you something to drink"
"Thanks, sir", I said.
I stood up and waited for Brandon to return. When he came back he had a
dark glass in his hands.
"Here drink this all and you will feel better, don't spill any of it"
I took the glass to my mouth and with the first fluid touching my lips I
knew this wasn't water but urine I was drinking. I slowly drank all of the
glass. I could almost not control my self and start gagging again. But
after a good breath I got the control back over my stomach.
"Ok, Brother I will be going for an hour or 2 so I leave Tim up to you
know. You can tell me when I am back if he has done as you requested or if
he need to be more punished. Any Questions mark?"
"Nope Brandon, I think I can handle Tim, he knows he better can obey me
don't you boy"
I looked at Brandon first and when I saw he was not going to say anything I
looked at Mark and said: "Yes Sir"
"When I am back, Tim we will check how much weight you have lost and what
you must do the next coming days to be sure that you weight as much as I
want. Ok see you later".
With that I knew I was in the hands of Mark and his friends Frank and
Andrew.
"Ok, Tim we have designed a complete program for you tonight so you are
going to enjoy this. First of all get you're underwear back on. We are
going to blindfold you".
Mark walked towards me and put a blindfold for my eyes.
"Just getting the rules straighten out Tim. You are not aloud to say
anything except when you are asked or ordered to. You are not aloud to cum
during the next two hours. Is that clear"
"Yes Mark I do understand".
I heard how the three boys started to whisper between themselves. I just
waited. After a moment I heard that some one walked away, went upstairs and
came back in again.
They started to laugh a little and I thought that they were undressing but
I couldn't see that. I would have loved to see them but I couldn't.
"Sit down on your knees, Tim and open your mouth".
I did as told and I felt how two hands at the back of my head push the head
forward. I felt that a cock was put in my mouth.
"For the next minutes suck each cock you get"
One at a time I got the three cocks in my mouth and sucked on them. I had a
feeling if the second one almost came after I sucked him for only a minute
or so. He must have been very horny.
The hands stopped pushing and I felt how some one took off my underpants
"Go and lay down on your stomach. Just don't move and relax"
I lay down and waited for what was coming. At first I though noting
happened then I first felt a finger which tried to invade my ass and then I
got a good slap on my bottom. After the first slap I tried to protect my
bottom for the second one. That landed on my hands.
"If you do that one more time you are going to regret that so please leave
you hands on there normal place"
I took them away and received at least 10 more spankings with what I think
was a belt or something.
During that time my ass was still invaded by now three fingers.
"OK. You better be prepared not to shout now so be ready".
I didn't know for what exactly but that they were going to put something in
my ass was clear to me.
I felt how a dildo entered my ass and I had a hard time keeping my mouth
shut. I wanted to scream but I just couldn't. The dildo was pushed in at
one and I had a hard time adjusting to it. I knew I had to because if I
would ask it they would stop.
For a few minutes they started to fuck me with that dildo but then I felt
how it popped out. I waited and again something tried to force its way. It
felt bigger and again my ass was full of pain. This time tears came down my
face but still I could control myself and kept quite.
With this dildo they didn't start to fuck me but they more and more tried
to open up my ass.
"So this should be enough Tim, we have planned this two hours and we have
to go, so I hope for you your ass has been stretched enough."
I wasn't asked anything only being informed so I didn't answer.
They were whispering again and I waited for what was going to happen. Then
I felt how one, two or even three fingers where pushed into my ass. I could
hardly believe what was happening but those three fingers didn't hurt more
than the last dildo.
Then I felt how they started to open my ass more and more. One of them took
my buttocks and held them apart. Then I felt how even more fingers were put
in my ass I just lost track of the feeling how many there were. Tears were
rolling over my face when all of a sudden I here Andrew say. "Here we go"
With that I felt how my ass was complete be force and I just didn't know
what he tried but it was awful.
"Yes there its going" Frank said.
"Never thought that this was going to work" Mark added.
"You are a big boy Tim, Do you know what Andrew just did?"
I knew this was a question but I hardly good say anything and when Andrew
pushed a little harder I screamed loud. Then I also knew that not only the
fingers of Andrew were in my ass but also probably his complete hand.
When I calmed down I said: "Yes Mark, I think his complete hand entered my
ass just a moment ago"
"That is right Tim"
I felt how my ass was forced a little bit more but the pain became less and
with little fuck movements from Andrew the feeling became more and more
hot. My dick which was gone soft during the intense pain of the beginning
was hard again and I had trouble of not shooting my cum yet.
"Well you have proven that you can have it so we are going to let your ass
come to a rest now. Just go and stand up".
I stood up and waited what was going to happen. I heard how the talked to
each other but I couldn't hear enough to understand what they were talking
about. I just waited.
10 minutes went by without anything happening. Then Mark started to whisper
in my ear:
"Go sit down on your hands and knees. We are going to end this session now
so be prepared. One of us is going to fuck your ass, one is going to fuck
your mouth and the other one is going to take a movie from it. You better
do your best and make it a great movie."
I sat down on my hand and knees with my mouth open. A cock was put in it
and I started to suck it. Then I felt how a cock pushed its way in my
ass. It felt great the normally splitting pain I had when somebody entered
my ass. The first fucking had done this already. They were all quite horny
because I felt after two or three minutes that they were ready to shoot,
but I could feel how they just before coming left my mouth and ass. By the
sound they made I could sense that they had cum both at the same time.
"Ok, now its my turn" I heard Mark say.
"It is alright now Tim, you may cum so start pulling it".
I did as ordered and after only a few strokes I felt how the cum splashed
almost anywhere.
Also Mark was already there but he also left my ass before he came.
"Ok. Tim you can go and sit down, I will help you," said Andrew
I was pulled by my balls up to the couch and sat down.
"We are going to clean our selves and will be back soon."
I just sat there not knowing how much time I had left with those boys
before Brandon would come back. I thought it would take at least 30 minutes
but the door opened and I thought that it was Brandon on the sound he was
walking.
"And Tim, did you enjoy yourself with my brother".
I had guessed right it was Brandon who was already back.
"Yes, Brandon, I did as ordered"
"Well, I will go upstairs and tell them not to return to the livingroom"
Again some time went by before Brandon came walking in again.
"So, first we will take off that blindfold. Now that is done I am going to
tell you what you are going to do until the next gym lesson when the
decision is made about the weight classes and what you are going to do from
then on to the match on Saturday. I am going to weight you in a moment and
see how much you must loose or gain. You are going to be sure that on next
Tuesday gymlesson you will weight too much with you underwear on and just
enough without them. Do you understand what I mean? "
I didn't answer him because I hardly could believe he had planned for me
this time. I knew that this would be a hard task for me to perform. I could
easily weight too much or not enough.
"I think I understand Brandon but how am I going to do this".
"I think the easiest way is to be sure you weight not enough and eat
Monday evening and Tuesday morning just enough that you are a little bit to
heavy. Well, before you are going to leave I heard that Mark hand his
friends had left you a drink. I will get it now".
Brandon walked towards the other end of the room and came back with a glass
which was half way filled with cum. Now I knew were they had put it.
"Ok, you better drink this and then get dressed"
I did as ordered and drank the glass empty, got dressed and left.
With the tats of cum in my mouth I left the house of Brandon and went home.
On Friday evening I had a long talk with Michel on the phone. He was still
ill and I could not see him that weekend. I promised I would call him again
on Saturday and Sunday. I thought about telling him what was going on but I
just could not face up to tell him the complete story. On Monday evening I
was a half kilo to light and I knew that I maybe could manage to fulfill
the order of Brandon.
On Tuesday Brandon walked up to me during lunch and asked if I did as
ordered. I told him that I thought that it would work but that I didn't
know it exactly.
When the gym class started the coach said: "Ok, all who are a part of the
wrestling team gather around the others can go on the other part of gym
doing there normal routine."
10 kids gathered around the weighting machine. " Ok, we will start with the
lower class and work our way up".
I knew that this means that I was the fourth to go. I looked at Brandon and
he had that terrible irritating smile on his face.
The first three stood on the machine in their underwear and everything was
ok. I was next. I was a little embraced already because all those kids in
there underwear made me a little horny.
I stood on the machine and the coach said, " Well, Tim it seems like you
are a little to heavy. Lets try again after I put it directly on zero."
I stood down and saw whom the coach worked on the machine to make sure that
it was O kg exactly.
"Ok, there you again, Tim.
But still I was a little over 200 gram too heavy. "Well this is going to be
a problem on our forms I have to fill in how much each of you weighted
today but you are still a little to heavy. That would mean that you are off
the team Brandon. I am sorry but I have no other choice".
"Coach" Brandon interrupted. "Its only Tuesday why don't you put a slight
smaller amount on the form and Tim can make sure that he loses some weight
before Saturday".
"That is not aloud Brandon. If Tim is still to heavy on Saturday I will be
severe punished for giving them false information. They also can come by at
any next day and check the data I filled in."
"How much must he loose Coach"
"Well only about 200 gram Brandon".
"I know something, do you have the rules book over here".
The coach and all the others looked kind of strange at him. "I just want to
see if there is a rule on what clothes you have to wear when you are
weighted."
The coach walked away but some of the kid's attention was drawn towards my
underwear after that remark from Brandon
The coach came back and said " No Brandon there are no special remarks
about that, just that you should be weighted 4 days before the game and on
the day itself. Does this change the situation Brandon?"
The coach still didn't catch it. I waited for Brandon to answer but I knew
what was coming.
"If there is not mentioning anything about what clothes to wear and Tim has
only 200 grams too loose he can take off his underwear".
At the moment Brandon said the word underwear I felt how every eye of every
kid was drawn towards my underwear. Even the coach took a look at it before
he looked me in the face and said: Well, if Tim doesn't mind that would
probably be enough".
I knew it was time to answer. I looked around and said: " If that is what
you want coach and if that helps the team".
"Yes it would Tim, and you can loose some weight before Saturday, but it
would solve the problem with the form".
"Ok, I will do it then"
I saw the strange looks on the faces of some of the kids and I stepped down
from the machine and took of my underwear. My dick was still half-hard and
I had a lot of trouble in keeping it that way.
"Just a second " the coach said, " I want to be sure the machine is still
on zero.
I stepped on the machine and I saw how some of the kids openly starred at
my half hard dick. I was glad that the coach announced that I was not to
heavy any more because my dick started to turn hard. I quickly turned
around and got my underwear and shorts back on.
Next was Brandon and when he took off his shorts I could see he had enjoyed
him self again because his dick was also a little hard when he took his
place on the machine. "Ok, Brandon this is ok so that means that we have
the team we wanted for Saturday." I expect you all to be here around 9.00
O'clock. The games will start at 10.00 o'clock but we have to be weighted
before that. For the rest of the hour I want you to practice some more".
During the rest of the hour we wrestled some more and again nobody said
anything. I started to be more and more surprised by the other kids. I had
expected more comments on what happened.
For so far this chapter 14. Chapter 15 will take place for most of the part
at the wrestling meeting but after that I thought about ending the story
with 2 or 3 more chapters. I decided that I would give YOU the choice on
how to end the story. I will write down 5 options down below. You can email
me with the option you prefer on how to end the story. I will follow the
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Options:
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have sex with Tim (normal with Tim) at that moment Brandon and Tim are
caught by Brandon's parents.
2) Tim tells everything to Michel and they make a plan to get Brandon back.
3) Brandon is not satisfied by Tim anymore and decide to show some other
kids the video.
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humiliations.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/high-school-humiliation/high-school-humiliation-11 | Date: Sat, 22 May 1999 13:58:45 PDT From: tim tim Subject: high school humilliation chapter 11 Chapter 11 of Highschool Humiliation I made my homework on that evening and I had not too much time to do something else. I knew I had to Finnish it all because on Wednesday I should meet Brandon's brother Mark after school. I didn't had a chance on Wednesday to talk to Michel any more but we agreed on seeing each other at my place during the weekend so I could probably wait until that time. I didn't know what Mark had planned for me that evening. I suppose it wouldn't take long. I probably would get to hear what would happen on Friday. When I went to the station to go to Brandon's house I saw that he was waiting for the train to. He walked towards me and said: " You will meet my brother in a moment isn't it." "Yes I have". "Ok I will be there to because you still owe me something for not being totally answering all the questions yesterday during gym. You didn't tell them where you were thinking about when you came. So I will see you in a moment". He walked away and I took a place far from him in the train. I just didn't want to see him at that time. I was 15 minutes to early so I hanged around the station until it was almost 4 O'clock. I made sure I was on time. Mark opened the door and he said I had to go in to the living room and start undressing as usual. Brandon was already sitting on the couch and I took my place in front of the table and started to undress myself. When I was standing in my underwear Mark told me to stop and that I could keep my underwear on. "Well I asked you to come today Tim because I wanted to tell you want you have to do on Friday evening. You are going to meet me here at 7 O'clock. Then we will go to a friend's house. He is organizing a party that evening. You will have to dress yourself as followed: little tong underwear, color white, over that a brief underwear in green. The next layer must be a whit small T-shirt with a small gym short. The last bit of cloth may be jeans and a sweater. Do you have all those things?" "Yes I think so, I will have to look if I have a white tong do". "Ok, if you don't have one, you must by it before Friday. We will go to this party and you will be the main attraction. You are going to give a striptease for all the visitors on a slow music. You better practice a little bit; we want it too look professional. During the rest of the evening you will be asked to serve the quest wearing only the tong. It will be finished around 12 O Clock." " Can I go home after that Sirs". "Yes you can" Mark said. "I expect you to obey that evening to me and do what you are told". "May I ask who will be there". "Yes you may. My three friends you saw in the park will be there and maybe some others. I am not sure yet". "Anything else Sirs, or can I go". I could hardly believe they would let me go. I had to undress myself and I didn't have done anything else. "No net yet, Brandon said. "I have a little assignment for you tomorrow during gym. Depending of what we are going to do I want you to be ready to obey anything if I tell you." "What will I have to then Brandon". "You will see, I am not going to tell you know". " I want you to masturbate now and leave the cum in the glass behind you on the table". I turned around and saw that a glass was standing there, which again was filled with cum already. "Yes, Tim that is mines and from Mark. He contributed also this time. Now get on with it, my mother will be home in 15 minutes. You must be gone by then". I started to masturbate quickly but I needed a long time and could not get ready in that time. "Stop no, I will think of something to punish you for that. You better get control over yourself more. Next time I expect you to come if I say so. Now get dressed and leave us alone". I quickly started to get dressed and walked out of there. I knew I would be getting new humiliation assignments but I just couldn't know what exactly. The next morning I met Michel just before the school starts. I would have liked to kiss him but there was just to many people around and we didn't find a good place to make out around school. We talked about the weekend and how much we enjoyed ourselves. We were definitely on for Saturday evening. I knew my parents were normally off to friends so I would have the house for my self. The first two hours went by and the gym lesson on Thursday was programmed for the next hour. I knew that Brandon was up to something but I just didn't now what it was. In the locker room he came up to me and said softly: "You know that you have to do exactly what I tell you." "Yes sir". I reply also softly. The lesson started and the coach told us we were going to play basketball. Teams were formed and I was in team 3. Brandon was in team 4 so we had to stay on the bank for the first match. Brandon came towards me and told me: " You are going to do the following thing. Every time you get a chance you must be sure that you are on the way were the ball is going. Also you must try to let the ball hit you in your crotch. I will try it for sure one or twice myself, but I expect you to try and go for somebody else's ball also. Any questions?" "No Sir". I knew this was going to hurt but I also knew that nothing could keep Brandon from the idea. I did my best to walk into a ball but during the first ten minutes of the game I had no chance. I was hit at my legs and arms instead. Then I saw that Brandon had the ball and he looked at me. I knew then that the first one was coming and I prepared myself for it. I saw the ball and towards hit. It hit me just a little bit to high but it touched my dick anyway. It wasn't to bad but the others laugh a little bit when I said out loud shit. I could continue after I had a deep breath. I tried to walk in a few more times but I just couldn't get it until one of the better boy's in Basketball could take a free ball. I started at him and somehow he tried to get the ball to the person who was standing beside me but the ball was not high. I jumped for it and I got it right in my crotch I yelled again and felled down on the floor. The ball hit me in my balls and my penis. I stayed on the ground a few seconds but tried to stand up as soon as I could. The coach came over to me but I could get up before he had. When he saw that I could continue he walked back and said: "Well if you are OK Tim, lets go on." Then the game continued and Brandon didn't try anything until the moment was there that he had to take a free ball. He looked again at me and I knew I had to get in the balls way again. He waited until I was very closed by. Then he threw the ball almost obvious in the direction of my balls and dick. It landed very hard and I collapsed almost right away on the grounded, started to cry and took my balls and dick in my hand without thinking that everybody was looking. "Are you Ok", Coach said. "It seems you are continuous in the wrong place today". I didn't answer him and that made start to worry him. I cried still and lay down on the floor. He asked Brandon and Michel who was very quick to come to my help, to bring me to the locker room. He ordered the other students to continue and walked behind us into the lockerrooom. " Is it getting any better Tim." He asked. Before I could answer Brandon replied: "Well look at him, I don't think so, see his face and the way he hold his hands". I felt how they (Brandon, Michel en the coach) looked at my crotch and I started to get a hard on, which made my balls even more painful. "I am not sure what to do know" the Coach said. "Well, Brandon said I know that cooling down by water can help." He walked out and came back with a wet T-shirt. " Take you're short and underwear down, Tim, then I can get this T-shirt on it. It is wet and cold". When I didn't reply immediately, the coach said: "If it helps come on Tim, don't worry" I did look at Michel's face he understood way I didn't want to do this but I had to, I had to follow the orders of Brandon. I took my thumbs between the band of my shorts and pulled them down together with my underwear. I was still crying and started a little harder when Brandon touched my dick and hold the wet T-shirt on it. My dick became hard at that moment Brandon touched it. I saw he noticed it and he quickly moved his hand and said. "You can hold it, Tim. Does it give you any relieve?" I answered "Yes it does". The coach looked at me and said: Well stay lying there for a minute of 5 or 10 I have to go to see the others. He walked away but was back a moment later and said: I didn't look at the clock but they better can come in here and start to change for the next hour. You can stay there until you are feeling better. If you are not better before the next class I will give you a note to show to that teacher." He walked away into the hall and Michel looked at me, but walked away because he couldn't say anything would Brandon stay at my side. " I hope you are not made at me," Brandon asked. " No Brandon, you didn't do it on purpose". By that time Michel walked away and started to dress again. Brandon now talked a little softer to me. I suppose Michel couldn't here what he said. "You better put the T-shirt in such a way over your dick that the others can see it when they come in at a moment. You also are going to stay here until the next class changed into their gear and started their lesson." I knew I couldn't do anything about it. I changed the way the T-shirt was laying over my dick in the way Brandon told me. You could see exactly how it was shaped and how big my balls were. I started to think about which was the next class. I did see them before. I believed it was one of the higher classes. All my classmates walked by and asked how I was and of cause they all took a look at the way my dick was showing. I just couldn't do anything about it. My dick stayed hard and showed off a lot. My classmates went out one by one and just before the next class came in, Michel came towards me and asked how I was feeling. I told him I had been better but if I could stay like that for a half-hour or saw everything would be OK. He was satisfied by my answer and walked away. When the other class walked in my dick was still hard but they could also see that I had been crying. The first ones to enter came walking in and asked me what happened. I answered them that I had been struck by a ball. A few started to laugh and said, we thought you were just happy to show off. I just didn't know what to do and just lay there. My dick off cause stayed hard and my face red of the humiliation. When the coach had started the next class he came back in and asked me how I was doing. I told him I was fine and that I would leave in a few minutes. The coach gave me the note and walked away. I waited a few minutes and then I changed into my normal clothes. Putting on the underwear was very painful but I could stay up and went to the next class. During the whole day I say that some classmates were looking and talking about me but none of them came walking towards me. I got at home that they and took a long bath. My balls felt almost like normal but I still had trouble peeing. That just hurt too much. Michel called that evening and we had a long talked about what had happened and how I felt. I didn't tell him that I was ordered to do those things but I was almost sure he was going to suspect something. The next day there was no school because of a teacher meeting. I stayed home until 6 O'clock and made myself ready to meat Brandon's brother Mark. I made sure I was dressed like he told me I found something that could go on like a tong so that I wouldn't have to go and buy it. I was at Brandon's place at exactly 7 O'clock and Mark opened the door. "Ok you are on time that is a good thing, lets go in". He walked before me to the living room. Nobody was there "Ok we are going to the place of my friend in a moment, you will be brought to the kitchen you are going to stay there until we call you. You will have to do the striptease at the moment we asked you to enter. You have to get undressed completely and afterwards when you are finished you are allowed to get back on your underwear and serves us during the rest of the evening. The party will last until 11 O'clock and then we will stay to clean up for another hour. Then you can go home. Is all clear to you? "Yes, Mark I think you are very clear, but are you going to ask more for me?" "Well not me but maybe some others, you have to follow their orders and you are not allowed to say anything anymore from the moment we are leaving here". I just nod. We went away to the friend's house and I was lead into the kitchen. I meat the four other boys who I already had met in the park. They all asked if I was going to do the things they agreed on. Michel assured them that I would do as told. They left and I heard how others came in, I could here their voices but I knew that they party was visited by 10 people or so. I had to wait for more then an hour before I was asked to come in. I slowly followed Mark and when I entered the room I saw that a small place in the middle of the room was free and that everyone was sitting around. To my surprise there were not only boys but also four girls of the same age as Mark. I just didn't know what was going to happen but I had to striptease in front of all of them. Mark started the music and set come on go stand in the middle and starts the show. I started to undress myself with a very red head; I didn't prepare myself to show my dick even for girls. I was still looking at the reaction of the guys but special the open curiosity of the girls by the way they talked and behaved made me very nervous and shy. The excitement made me hard and when I started to unzip my trousers you could see my dick right trough my gym shorts. I wiggled around on the music and the girls became more and more interested in what I was doing. When I wanted to get out of my shorts one of them stopped me and came towards me and helped. There I was getting undressed by younger girls. The other applauded and I turned around some more to show myself in my tong. "Well it seems like we are going to see a boy's dick hard for the first time, girls" one of them said. " Looks like he is ready for it. Shall I help him". One of the girls walked towards me and started to get her fingers under my waistband. She pulled it off in one move and my dick got out of it like it wanted to be freed from the underwear. The girl looked at my dick curious and said: " well it is quite big". She touched it and the other girls came closer. It seemed like the guy's intended the girls to have a lesson in how a boy looks and what happened to his dick. The guys were sitting around and they looked at the girls and me. Mark was more looking to me then to the others. The girls started to touch my dick one by one and slowly it got pretty hard. Then Mark said: "well girls how did you like it so far". The girl who had undressed me answered after she looked at the others: "So far you came up to your promise but we want more. We want to see what he can do with it and what for kind orgasm a boy gets". "Well you have heard her, Tim, come on get starting with it". I looked at mark did I understand him correctly did he want me to masturbate in front of them. "Well get going we want to see you reach your highpoint". He was sure not going to tell any of the girls what was going to happen and I couldn't say anything so I just started to stroke my cock. I tried looked at the guys most of the times, because I knew otherwise I wouldn't get hard in front of those girls. It took me a long time but after 20 minutes I came loud and with a lot of fluid. The girls laugh at me and then one of them said. " That is the fluid were all the sperm is in it?" "Yes it is, Mark said. That is were the man contribute his part to a baby". "It looks kind of odd, don't you think girls". They all started to look carefully at my splashes of cum. Then one of them said: "Can you eat it?" "Yes, and Tim love to do that so why don't you ask him". "O, you do Tim well eat it for me" the girl replied. I slowly started to go through the splashes with my finger and then I brought it to my mouth. I hesitated for one second and then I put it in my mouth. I almost gagged but I licked my fingers and went for the second part of it. Before I reached it one of the girls went with her finger through it and brought it to her nose. "It smells terrible," she said. And with that she brought it to my mouth and forced her finger into it. I licked my cum of her finger. One of the other girls said then: "Is that all guys do?' can we touch his dick now or his balls". "Yes you can, discover as much as you like, he is her for you" Mark replied. And with that the girls started to feel my dick and balls. First the went very slowly but after a minute or saw the girls who had been the most brutal of them all started to squeeze my balls hard. I yelled and was warned by Mark directly: Shut up you, you know you aren't aloud to talk". The girl continued to hurt my balls by squeezing them and tug them around. "This is nice to go," she said. "It is just like tugging the dog around." And with that said she stood up started to walk around with my balls in her hand. I had to follow here like a puppy. / The other girls laugh and started to talk with the other boys. They seemed to have lost interest in my. I was brought back to my place and was ordered to put my tong back on and to get something to drink. That went on for an hour or saw I was ordered to get each drink and eating stuff they wanted. I got used to walk around in the tong and was not bothered by it anymore. The girls kept on touching me but it didn't make me hard any more. The guys didn't seem to be interested and stayed on talking with the girls. Around eleven the girls said they had to leave and were brought to the door. I was still their in my underwear when Mark said " You have 15 minutes to get every thing cleaned up here. The other 45 minutes you have to do exactly what we say. I cleaned up as fast as I could. The boys were whispering to each other's so I couldn't hear what they were saying to each other. I think it took me about 20 minutes when I presented myself to Mark and told him that I was finished. "Ok a little bit to slow but you have done a good job so far this evening. Now lets see if you can stay that good at the second half of the assignment." He took a blindfold out of his bag and put over my face. Ok you a guy who is going first. I didn't know whose dick I felt in front of my face because nobody answered but a cock was forced into my mouth. I opened my mouth and started to suck it. Then I was ordered to bend and my tong was tugged from my bottom and a dick tried to find its way up my ass. I was fucked on both sides and I felt great. The less part of it all was one I saw through the blindfold that one of the boys was making pictures of me. It didn't last that long and my ass had bigger dicks than from those young boys. They both came at the same time and I was filled up on both ends with cum. I swallowed on one side and on the other side I felt how the cum leaked out of my ass on the ground. Places were changes and again two boys started to fuck me. Before the came my cum splashed on the floor and when that happened I saw the flashlights again. A moment later again the boys started to cum and I felt as a complete used slut by that time. I was ordered to clean my self. I had to lick the cum which leaked out of my mouth and I had to lick the cum of the floor from the other two. I had tasted some before so it just didn't do me that much anymore. Then I heard how the boys walked out of the room and I was left a lone for a while. I didn't dear to get dressed again so there I was sitting on my knees. After 10 minutes or even more one of them came back and got the blindfold of. I saw that it was mark. "Follow me, we have a little surprise for you now". I just looked at him and followed him upstairs. We walked into the bedroom of the boy who was living there. I saw the other boys around the computer and the laugh. I was lead to the screen of the computer and saw my self on the screen. Mark fuck me and the boy who was living there was fucking my face. A few pictures were on the screen, also the one were I was coming. I felt very humiliated by the looks of those photos. "Ok, now we are going to put these on the Internet. If you do not obey us in the future we will tell every one were to look. " I saw how the pictures were put on a newsgroup and I just hoped that nobody of school would find them. "Let's go now, you can get dressed and we will leave". I quickly dressed and left together with Mark. "I have a messages for you from my brother. He wants you to buy a jockstrap this weekend and wear it on the day of the next gymclass. That is Tuesday isn't it". "Yes, it is Mark" I answered. "Ok you can go to the station now and I will let my brother know when I want to see you again". I walked towards the station alone. Thinking about another evening of humiliation. I hoped I wouldn't have to face any of those girls in the future. When I came home I started to undress and to bed immediately. I wanted to be fresh for the night to follow when Michel would be around. I was humiliated that evening but I would enjoy tomorrow, that was one thing I was sure of and with that image in mind I felt a sleep. We had to play a game on Saturday so I had asked Michel to be at my home at eight O'clock. I didn't want him to meet my parents. They were sorry they didn't meat him but I had said to them that he had to play a game of badminton also and would not be able to come before eight O'clock that evening. When they left I prepared myself for Michel I put on my smartest looking T-shirt and a pair of black jeans. I wanted the evening to be perfect. I put out the light and lighted a few candles. I looked around and saw that everything was how I liked. I had borrowed a movie with Jonathan Brandis is playing a young football star who is dressed up as a girls. Just a little before eight the bell rang and I opened the door. There he was the love of my life at that moment. It seemed that he had done his best to look smart also. His hair was in a different way and it just looked terrific. I couldn't wait to kiss him and that was what I did after I closed the door. We kissed and kissed and kissed, I just wouldn't let him go but I felt short of breath and had to let go and breath. "I was in need of that Michel. I had so much trouble not kissing you whenever I saw you at school. It is like torture. " "I know Tim. It is the same for me" And with that we started again a long and passionate kiss. Then we walked into the living room. He smiled at me when he saw that I had put on the candles. "You know how to make a guy at home, don't you Tim". "You like it Mark, I have rented a video with Jonathan in the lead. I will get something to drink and we can look at it". "Ok, but hurry up". When I came back in the room I said down beside Michel and we started kissing again. I went through his hair with my hand and it felt just terrific. "We better stop, and look and the video, Tim. I put in the video and for the next one and a half-hour we just looked at the video and enjoyed each other's company. When the movie ended I looked at him and said: " Let's go to my room and get comfortable." We went upstairs and I showed him my room. We sat down on the bad and started kissing again. Slowly I tried to get my hand under his T-shirt and I managed to feel his back. His skin was so soft and I just got a boner of touching it. "Let me undress you Michel". Michel stood up and I slowly started to get his close of. Each time a new part of skin became naked I started to lick and kiss it. Michel started to moan when I did that, after I took his underwear off. "Wait he said or I am already are going to cum. Let me undress you now". And so he did. He sat down and I stood in front of him. He slowly undressed me and now I knew what he felt when I was teasing him by slowly undressing. I didn't tell him to stop and he slowly took my dick in his mouth when my underwear left its normal place. He sucked and sucked and I knew I was sort of getting ready but I tried to stop it. I wanted to enjoy this to the fullest but I didn't manage and a lot of cum spurted on to his face and in his mouth. He continued to suck until my dick started to get soft. He looked at me and I went down on my knees to. I kissed him and started to lick of my own cum which landed on his face. I could taste my cum together with his sweat. It tastes great. Then I pushed him higher and started to find his cock with my mouth. I slowly took it in my mouth and started to lick and suck on it slowly. I wanted this to last so I did it very slowly but somehow made this Michel hotter then before and I felt how his dick started to get ready. A moment later I felt how his cum landed at the back of my mouth. I quickly started to swallow I wanted to have it all. I sucked until his dick started to get soft again and we just started to kiss again. Now we laid on the bed in each other's arms kissing and touching all over. Just enjoying being around each other. I felled like I was in heaven. I knew what the next thing I wanted. Last time he fucked me this time it was my turn. After an hour or so my dick was all-hard again and I knew I wanted him very much. I looked at him and said: " Can I fuck you, I really want to know how that feels. But only if you want me too". "Well I don't know Tim, I don't think I am up to that already". "Just looking at your dick Michel I would say you are". I felt his dick and slowly went with my fingers around his balls to his ass. I started to kiss him and at the same time I entered my finger in his ass and started to move it around. "Oh God, Tim this feels great" Michel said after a minute or 2. "I want you". When he had said that I knew I could go for it. I started to force two fingers into his ass and I turned him around on his back. "Put you legs in the air, Michel. That is the best way to do it". He held his legs in the air and I held my cock just before his ass. "Are you ready" I asked him. He just knobbed so I slowly started to force my dick into his ass. His face turned red and I saw he was in pain at the moment I entered his ass and forced a couple of cm into it. It felt tight and my dick became harder. I knew I wouldn't last long so I started to force my cock in his ass the whole way. He screamed now and his face was not that happy. I quickly pulled my cock almost out and this time I was more careful when I put it back in again. I slowly started to fuck and when I looked at his face I could see he started to enjoy himself. I didn't take me long and I felt how my dick started to spurt all my cum into his ass. Just the spurting itself felt great in that narrow ass of Michel. When I was finished I stayed into his ass and bend forward to kiss him. "That was great Tim. I was in pain first but when you started slow down it felt great. Especially when you came it was like electric that went through my body. "I am pleased you liked it". We kissed some more and I started to suck his dick again, which was hard of fucking. He came quick and shot his cum hard in my mouth. He had been enjoying it. We talked during the rest of the evening and felt a sleep holding each other. I only became aware of that when I woke the next morning. First I was enjoying it. Walking up near to the guy I loved but then I remembered that my parents would have been coming home in the meantime and normally they would take a look at me before they went to bed. I jumped out of bed and waked Michel while I did that. "He what are you doing" he said. " I am not sure but we fell asleep on the bed and my parents normally take a look in my bedroom before they are going to sleep. So we better get dressed and make you're bed like it has been slept. Just in case they are walking in. "You are bothered by the fact they might have seen us Tim". "Yes, I have some problems with them during the last time so I don't want them to find out yet". "Don't you think they would have waked us if they had found us". "Probably" I answered. "Well then they didn't see us, because they didn't wake us". I just looked at him knowing he must be right. They would have waked us if they found us lying like that on the bed. I walked back to the bed and said;" goodmorning, I just love you." And I kissed him. We took a shower and I went down stairs to make us some breakfast. Michel would stay until he had meet my parents and would go after that. When we almost finished our breakfast my parents came down and welcomed Michel. They didn't say anything so I thought that they didn't see us. After we talked for another half-hour we went back upstairs to get Michel's bag. I gave him a farewell kiss and we went down again. When he was gone I felt kind of lonely. I would have loved it when Michel could have stayed but we were both afraid that we would do something stupid in front of my parents. I stayed on my room for the most of the time that Sunday and just enjoyed the memories of that evening and night before. Story will continue with chapter 12. It will not be on a regular basis during the next weeks. I am kind of busy and it depends on how many chapters I can read this weekend, because I won't have the time during the next three or four weeks. I would like to thank all does who have replied and put in some suggestions. I am going to use them in the upcoming chapters. And for all you who want to teach Brandon a lesson, which knows what will happen in the future. Stay tuned to the story and you will find out. Off cause I like getting responses with suggestions and your view of what happened and what could happen in the future so my email: noway16@hotmail.com or ICQ: 36967366 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/paul-eric-farm/paul-eric-farm-1-2 | Date: Sun, 10 Jan 1999 12:48:10 EST From: Mark Subject: Paul-Eric-Farm Part I I grew up on a dairy farm in the rural Midwest. I was the typical all American farmboy with good looks and a rural looking innocence girls loved, though my sexual behavior was anything but innocent. In high school I dated girls and fucked or got blow jobs from everyone of them I went out with. The farm kept me busy and from applying myself to academics or sports. My sport was sex anyways. When I was a senior my Father lost the farm to the bank due to large debts. So when I graduated high school I sought out to find a dairy farm to work and live at. I enjoyed farming and it was the only thing I seemed to know how to do. With my grades I couldn't hardly get into college and I had no interest in it anyway. I found an add from a farmer looking for, "hard working young man for general dairy farm work and some field work. Accommodations available. Must be in good shape for hard work." I wasn't afraid of hard work and I knew I was in good shape. I was a lean muscular stud weighing 180 pounds and 6 feet tall and blond hair. I called the farmer and after him asking me several questions he seemed very interested in meeting me so I drove out to the farm. He came out of the barn and introduced himself, "Hi I am Paul. You must be Eric that responded from the ad." "Yes" I replied. I said, "It seems like you have quite a huge operation here. I can understand why your looking for farm help." Paul was a good looking man of about 35 and you could tell the hard farm work kept him in shape. I stayed and helped Paul with milking cows that evening. We hit it off really well together. After chores Paul offered me the job. He showed me the accommodations and introduced me to his wife who seemed ambivalent to my new presence in their house. I moved in the next day and started working with Paul on the farm the following day. It was a great feeling to be working on a farm again. Being in a new town and area I didn't know anybody, and no release for sex. Being only 19 at the time I was always horny and found myself masturbating a lot. after about a week of being on the farm with Paul, he caught me up in the hay loft beating my cock. When I saw him I quickly tried shoving my 9 inch cock in my coveralls, but it was too late because he had seen me. "Boy what the hell are you doing up here?" he asked. Though knowing full well what I was doing. Nervous and scared I said, "Please Paul I am sorry, I was just so horny, I couldn't control myself. Please don't fire me please... I beg you!" He looked at the huge bulge in my coveralls. He then ordered me to take off my coveralls and I did as I was ordered. Then he ordered me to take off my sweatshirt and T-shirt as well. Then he ordered me to take off my underwear and my huge cock bounced free and hard in the cool autumn air of the barn. There I stood naked with only my work boots on, I felt so ashamed and vulnerable. I didn't quite know what Paul was going to do with me. Then he said, "Eric you have a very nice prick there, you should be proud of it." "Thank you sir," I said. He then walked up to me and put his bare hand around my throbbing cock and began stroking it. I couldn't believe what was happening, much less how good it felt to have a man stroking my cock. He then asked me, "Do you want to keep your job here?" "Yes very much so sir!" I exclaimed. "Then are you willing to do whatever I ask you? And listen and obey my every command?" I needed this job very badly, I had no money and no place to go so I agreed not knowing what I was embarking on. "Very well, I guess I have me a new slave boy," Paul said. He was stroking my hard throbbing cock, he then ordered me to turn around, he said, "I want to inspect my new piece of ass I have here." He grabbed my ass cheeks and slid a finger up against my hole. I was frightened but yet excited by being dominated and ordered around at the same time. I had so many mixed emotions. He then slid his finger up my ass. I almost blew my wad right there. The feeling of having something up my ass got me so excited. It wasn't long though and Paul ordered me to kneel down in front of him. He unbuttoned his bib overalls he had on and let them drop down around his dirty work boots. He then ordered me, "Boy, I want you to suck my cock real good now." His cock was just bulging against his underwear trying to burst out into a full erection. I peeled his underwear off to reveal his beautiful 10 inch cock. Paul wasted no time and pushed his cock into my mouth and down my throat. It didn't take long and Paul was riding my face. He started making comments like, "Damn boy I am glad I hired you, you are one hell of a good cock sucker! That's it suck that fucking prick of mine!" I could hardly breath he was ramming his cock so far down my throat. Then with no warning I could feel my mouth flood with his warm hot juice. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but he just continued to pump my mouth full of his cum. After Paul released his load in my mouth he proceeded to pull his bib overalls back up. He then said, "Eric, I don't want you to touch that throbbing cock of yours. You can put your sweatshirt back on, but that's it. And I only want you to zipper that sweatshirt up half way, so if I want I can feel those tits of yours." I did as he ordered. "Now finish up getting those bales of hay down to the feeding bin. Then we will start milking, after milking I want to try out a piece of that ass of yours. Is that understood boy?" I replied, "Yes Sir!" There I stood bare ass naked with only a pair of work boots on and a hooded sweatshirt. My hardon would not let up either, I had to work around the barn with my cock bouncing around in front of me. I felt so humiliated, but turned on at the same time. We milked the cows which took about 2 and a half hours. Whenever Paul would pass me while we were milking in the barn he would take his leather gloved hand and slap my ass and give me a deep tonguing kiss. He knew I was his and I belonged to him now and he could do whatever he wanted to me. His control and dominance made me feel excited and secure at the same time. When we had finished milking I began to get weak in the knees for I knew what was coming. My hard cock still bouncing out in front of me. We had let the cows out of the barn and I was cleaning the barn floor from all the cow shit when Paul came up behind me. He grabbed me and pressed himself into me. He reached around me and unzipped my sweatshirt the rest of the way and started squeezing my nipples and caressing my body. While I could feel his mancock bulging in his overalls as he rhythmically pressed it into my ass. Paul said, "Eric, are you ready to have your ass tore apart by my cock? I am going to ride that ass of yours long and hard!" I replied, "Yes sir." As I almost fainted from the sexual excitement. Paul then ordered me to lay down on my back on a couple of bales of hay. Paul then unbuttoned his bib overalls and let them fall down around his work boots. His huge prick bouncing to attention without hardly any help. He took some lubricant that is used on the cows teats so that the milking machine would slide on better and greased up his cock. He had me right where he wanted me, my ass was right about his cock level as he stood there. Paul then flung my work boots over his shoulders and positioned himself for penetration. I could feel him press against my ass hole. Paul began to slide in against great resistance. He made it in about three inches when I yelped in pain, "please Paul stop! It hurts! You're too fucking big for my ass! Stop!" He ignored my pleas and continued to even press further into my ass. He said, "give it time boy your ass will adjust to my prick. It will have to because I am going to fuck this ass all the time. It won't be long before your begging me to fuck you all the time." Paul finally managed to force his entire 10 inch cock up my ass. He then paused to give me time to adjust to his massive cock up my ass. I felt so dominated and at his mercy, him on top of me with his huge prick up my ass ready to ride me. Even though I was in terrible pain it excited me like nothing has ever excited me before. Paul slowly began to move his cock in and out of my ass. His throbbing cock jolting against my prostrate, it felt so good. I began to feel the pleasure that Paul had promised I would feel. I began moaning and groaning with pleasure as Paul picked up the pace of his assault on my ass. Paul said, "damn boy you have one tight ass! You are so fucking hot!" I started begging him to fuck me harder, "aaahhhh, oh fuck Paul! Fuck me! Fuck me deeper and harder!" And he did fuck me deeper and harder. It wasn't long and I was releasing my hot cum juice. My orgasm caused me to jolt and buck on the cock that was assaulting my ass. This inturn caused Paul to explode and release jets of his hot love juice up my ass. It felt great having him explode in my ass. He then collapsed on top of me with his cock still up my ass. I had only been on the farm a week now and after this experience today I didn't know if I would ever want to leave. When Paul regained his strength he pulled out of me and pulled up his bib overalls. He ordered me to put my coveralls back on. He said to me, "now when we go up to the house I want you to act normal like nothing happened down here. Is that understood?" Again I replied, "Yes sir." I had wondered if Paul had done this with all his former farm hands that worked for him. But I didn't care because now I was Paul's and I belonged to him. When we went up to the house we changed out of our barn clothes and went into the kitchen and Paul kissed his wife just like normal. From then on our barn life and house life were to remain distinctly separate. After dinner I went to my bedroom exhausted and sore from being fucked by Paul. Paul knocked on my bedroom door and came in. Standing in front of me he tossed a couple of jock straps at me. He said, "From now on I want you to wear only one of these jock straps and only your sweatshirt under your coveralls when you get dressed to come out to the barn. Get some rest because tomorrow is going to be another long day." I replied, "Yes sir. Thank you sir." When I awoke early the next morning I slid the jock strap on, wow what a perfect snug fit I thought to myself. I proceeded down to the porch of the house where I put on my sweatshirt and slid into my barn coveralls. I was putting on my work boots when Paul came out and told me to put on the tall rubber boots. He said, "Eric wear the rubber boots this morning because after milking your going to shovel shit and then take the tractor out and spread it in the fields." I did as I was told and put on the long rubber boots. When we reached the barn Paul told me to take my coveralls off. He then brought out a box from within the milk house. He pulled out a dildo with straps on it. He greased it up and told me to bend over. He slid the dildo all the way up my ass and then secured the straps to keep it in place. He then took out clamps with weights on them and attached them to my nipples. I was in pain but I knew better then to resist what I had coming to me. He then said, "OK boy, lets go to work, we have a lot of work to do today. And this is the way you are to remain until I say so. I also don't want you to even think abut touching that cock of yours. Is that understood?" I replied, "Yes sir." I felt even more humiliated then the day before. There I was with a 12 inch dildo strapped up my ass and weights hanging from my tits. At least I was able to keep my hooded sweatshirt on and the jock strap to cover my equipment. Though the dildo caused me to get a massive erection and my cock strained against the mesh material of the jock strap. I wanted to beat off so bad but I knew I couldn't. After we had finished with the morning chores milking the cows, Paul ordered me to go bring the tractor and manure spreader up to the barn from one of the sheds. I said, "But Paul look at me, what if your wife sees me walking to the shed in only a jock strap?" He replied, "Are you questioning my order?" I put my head down, for I knew I should not have questioned his command. "No sir, I am sorry. I will go bring the tractor and manure spreader down immediately." I walked out of the barn feeling so frightened someone might see me in a jock strap with an erection bulging out in front of me. But I did as I was ordered. When I returned to the barn with the tractor Paul put me to work shoveling manure into the spreader. When I had filled the spreader Paul came back and ordered me into the cab of the tractor with him. Paul said, "While I am driving out to the field I want you to take my cock out any give me some good head." I unbuttoned his bib overalls and pulled them down freeing his cock and balls. I wasted no time and started sucking on my masters cock. Again Paul didn't hesitate to force the back of my head down on his growing cock. Without mercy he assaulted my mouth with his cock. When we reached the field Paul pulled me off his cock. He then turned me around and removed the massive dildo that was stuck up my ass all morning. He then told me I should remove my jock strap, so I splipped it down over my boots. He then removed the clamps from my tits. It felt so good to free my cock from its restraint and let it swing free. My tits felt so relieved as well. My master then started sucking on my tits with his mouth. But the relief was not to last. As Paul sat in the drivers seat of the tractor, he ordered me to sit on his cock. "I am going to fuck that ass of yours as we spread this shit in the fields. You steer the tractor while I concentrate on fucking your ass." He removed the dildo only to be replaced by his massive 10 inch cock. He told me, "I don't want to hear anymore sissy shit out of you about it hurting! Your going to get fucked all the time so get used to it!" "Yes sir," I replied. He then rammed his massive rod up my ass. The searing pain filled my body but I restrained from crying or complaining. I knew my body was adjusting to this new intruder that was invading my body, for it wasn't long at all and I was again moaning in pleasure. There we were driving through the field spreading shit and me getting fucked up the ass. The bouncing and jolting of the tractor as it drove through the field forced Paul's cock even further and harder up my ass then before. I knew if I could just touch my cock it would explode with cum, but my master wouldn't let me. After ramming my ass for 20 minutes Paul finally released a huge load of hot cum up my ass. I started yelling I couldn't take it anymore, "Please let me touch it! I need to cum I can't take the pressure anymore! Please Paul let me cum!" Then Paul reached around and grabbed my cock and with only three strokes my young throbbing cock released streams of hot wet cum from my cock. Again I started yelling, "aaaahhhh yes!!! ooohhhh!!!" It never felt so good to release my load. We finished up spreading the shit and returned to the barn. The next week brought more sexual torture and assault on my young hot body. Paul tested and humiliated me every chance he had. But I knew he loved me, and only wanted me to serve him with the utmost loyalty. And I served him without ever questioning his commands again. The autumn harvest season was going to change things. Paul always hires two local boys to help with baling hay in the summer and harvesting corn in the Fall. Part II It was getting into the third week in October and Paul wanted to start combining corn next week. This time of the year is quite busy especially for this farm because we had over 600 acres of corn to combine. Paul has two local farm boys that come in the Summer to bale hay and in the Fall to help with the harvest time. I was glad we were going to get some help because it was difficult to keep up with the farm work in the barn much less all the field work that needed to be done now. I also was rather curious to see if I was the only one that Paul had induced into having sex with, as well all of the sex games and humiliation. This was still only my second week on the farm and everything was still rather new to me. Especially trying to discern the context of Paul and his wife's relationship. It was Thursday morning and I had gotten up and went down to the barn to start chores. Paul was very late getting down to the barn this morning. When he finally came out of the house I could hear shouting and screaming coming from Paul and his wife. I had stepped out of the barn to see what was happening. I could see Paul's wife throwing luggage among other things into the car. They had obviously had a terrible fight and it looked like Paul's wife was leaving. After she had left Paul came down to the barn. "I couldn't help over hearing the yelling between the two of you. Is there anything I can help with?" I asked. "Eric, I hate to be honest, but you were the reason we were fighting. I had told my wife that we were fucking and that I no longer loved her. She couldn't understand me being attracted to nice tight ass piece of ass like you. Like any bitch she didn't take it very well. But don't worry, it was for the best. This was inevitable and bound to happen sooner or later. And after all I have you as my little fuck boy." As he razzed my hair with his glove and slapped me on the ass. "This means your just going to have to do more work in the barn and the house now. Being that I am now free to do whatever the fuck I want with you and where I want to do it, you best get those coveralls off." I slipped my coveralls off and stood there in my jock strap and sweatshirt and workboots awaiting my next order. "Bend over I have a but plug here that your going to wear today." I bent over and Paul shoved a massive but plug up my ass. It strained against my prostrate. This new weapon of Paul's was going to drive me fucking crazy. Paul hadn't touched me either since Tuesday and it was now Thursday morning, I was really fucking horny. Paul grabbed me by the neck and brought me up to his mouth. He laid a huge long French kiss on me. He embraced me and pulled me tight into him and sucked on my face. His right hand dropped down and he rubbed it against my throbbing hard on under the jock strap. "Before you blow a wad, kid, lets get back to work and finish milking." After we had gotten done milking Paul told me he had to go into town to the feed mill that he would be back in a couple of hours. He gave me several jobs to do in the barn while he was going to be away. I wanted so bad to blow a wad from my nuts to relieve my sexual energy. I had asked Paul before he left, "Are you sure you don't need me to relieve you or anything." I tried hinting that I wanted sex and I wanted it now. But it did no good. "Boy, I know what the fuck you need. What you need is to listen to your order and get to work." Paul had an obvious plan though it alluded me at the time. Paul had left and I went to work cleaning the barn after chores and bringing hay down from the hay loft to put into the feed bins. I could hear someone enter the barn behind me, I naturally thought it was Paul coming back and either checking up on me or because he forgot something. When I turned around there stood not Paul but a huge muscled man with broad shoulders. He looked about 29, standing 6'2 with short dark hair. He stood there in jeans workboots and a flannel shirt, and with a baseball cap turned backwards. "Oh, Excuse me!" He said, stunned by my appearance. Oh fuck I thought. Who the hell is this I thought to myself. How the hell am I going to explain me standing here in a jock strap, much less the evident hard on I was sporting under the strap. My heart was pounding and there was no where to run or hide. I had to face him. "Oh, Hi!" I said. "I am Eric, Paul's new farmhand. Paul went into town to the feed mill, he will be back in a couple of hours." "I see. I am Kevin the milk man. I came to pick up the milk, I am on this here route every Thursday morning. What the fuck happened to your clothes. Don't you have any jeans or anything?" He asked innocently. Though by where his eyes were focusing I don't think he was so concerned with where my clothes were but with the bulging rod under my strap. "Oh I had spilt some chemicals on my coveralls, so I decided to work like this. Its all right I don't mind working this way." I had to think of an excuse fast, and that was the only thing I could think of to say. I felt so embarrassed standing there half naked in front of this guy. I tried to pull my sweatshirt down over my package but it didn't help, he knew full well what I was sporting under there. "Oh, I see," he said. "I was expecting to find Paul in here. I was hoping to get some help with this valve in the milk house. It seems to be jammed I need some help opening it. Would you mind giving me a hand in here?" "Ya, we have had some problems with that valve. I think Paul needs to replace it soon." I said. "Here Eric, you stand behind me and lets both try and pull that lever down." I stood up against him. The only way I was going to get a decent grip on the lever was to get up close and I had to practically press my bulging crotch into his ass. We did get the valve open with our combined strength. I stood there and Kevin turned around and looked me over. "Thanks for your help with that valve, Eric. I don't think I could have gotten it open without you. Say it looks like that jock strap is rather uncomfortable and its really not covering much, why don't you just take it off. I don't mind." I knew if Paul had caught me even taking off my jock strap I would be in big trouble. But I figured he wanted me to get caught like this and it was part of his plan. I also didn't care, I knew it would feel so good to free my cock, I figured if I would get caught I would deal with the consequences later. I pulled my jock strap down over my workboots. My hardened prick jumped to attention. Kevin was shocked by the size of my over 8 inch prick as it waved to him. "Holy shit, Eric! That fuckers huge! Hey, you some kind of faggot?" Kevin had asked questioningly, though I think he knew full well where all this was leading. After all, he was the one who wanted me to take my strap off. "Um, Ya I am gay." I said hesitantly looking down, hoping he wasn't going to best the shit out of me or something. "How about that, Paul has a little faggot boy working for him. Well looks like the cows aren't going to be the only thing your going to be milking here this morning." Kevin walked over and grabbed my cock in his hand and began stroking it. His rough callused hand felt good on my cock. His face met my face and we started kissing passionately. His hands probing my body as our crotches began grinding into each other. Feeling this huge stallion of a man in my arms felt so good. Every inch of him was hard and firm, there was no doubt his sculpture of a body came from hard manual labor on a farm. When your a farmboy long enough you can always tell when a young man earned his development on the farm. Kevin's hands found my ass and subsequently found the but plug up my ass. He pulled off my mouth and said, "Hot damn, we'll have to replace that with the real thing soon." Worried Paul might come back and catch us fucking around he asked, "How long till Paul is going to come back?" "We have plenty of time, I he shouldn't be coming back for another hour and a half." I was in no mood to worry about Kevin, I just knew I had to have this stallion. Kevin said, "I have an idea, Come on." He lead me by the hand out into the milking parlor, that's where the cow stalls are and where they get milked. Paul had two stalls that had the old style stanchion where the cow comes into the stall and its head gets locked into place. This keeps the cow in place during milking. Kevin lead me over to the stall and told me to place my head in the stanchion. He then locked it in place. This caused me to be in a locked bent over position. Then Kevin took some teat lube and lubed my prick like he would a cows teat before milking. He then took the milking machine off the wall and brought it over. He managed to get about 6 inches of my cock into the milking machine and then turned it on. I was so fucking hot, the milking machine kneading and sucking the shit out of my cock. I was so ready to just blow my wad, but I tried holding off with all my might. Then Kevin removed my but plug from my ass. "Get ready for the fuck of your life little queer boy! Because I am going to ride that ass like its never been ridden before." Then pulled his jeans and underwear down around his ankles and stroked his monstrously thick 7 inch cock a few times and smeared some teat lube on it. Then he began slapping my ass with his hand saying, "Are you ready to get fucked boy? ahh...? aahhh...? Are you ready?" "Yes! Yes!" I shouted. "Fuck me! Fuck me Hard Kevin!" Then with one hard shove he buried his cock in my ass. "Ahh!! Fuck!! Kevin!! It Hurts!!" Kevin wasted no time and began pounding my ass. "Shut up you fucking faggot boy. Take it like a man. You know you fucking love it. You know you want it fucking hard." He was right to, pain or no pain, I needed to be pounded hard. As soon as Kevin shoved his cock up my ass and started pounding me I couldn't control myself any longer. I blew my wad into the milking machine. "ahhh... ooohhhh... Fuck Kevin I am cumming!!" I could see the hot white juice being sucked through the clear tubing of the milking machine as I convulsed and bucked against my restraint. For a brief moment I thought whoever drinks this milk will get a few extra wholesome nutrients straight from the farm. Kevin didn't stop he just continued to plow my ass. "Yeeee Haaa!!" He shouted. And spanked my ass a few times. My cock continued to be sucked by the machine and in turn continued to stay rock hard. There we were my head clamped into a milking stanchion, my cock being serviced by the milking machine, and this fucking country stud plowing my ass. It was then I heard someone clear their throat at the doorway. "Well look at here, the milk man is fucking my farmhand." "Oh! Fuck! Paul! I am sorry! I... I..." as Kevin tried stuttering out words and pulling up his jeans. Paul made it seem like he was very angry at Kevin. He rushed over grabbed him by the neck and threw him into the stanchion next to me. He quickly locked Kevin's head into the clamp. So now Kevin and I were both locked into the stanchions bent over waiting for Paul and for whatever he was going to do to us. Kevin tried pleading with Paul, "I am sorry Paul... I couldn't help myself. Your fucking boy seduced me! I had to fuck him. Please let me go! Please..." But Paul had no intentions of letting Paul go, quite the contrary. Paul then moved to the front of the stanchions to where our heads were. He stepped in front of me and proceeded to pull down his overalls. "I thought I told you not to take off your jock strap before I left. Did you seduce this boy over here?" Paul knew full well the situation. He left me standing in the barn in a jock strap with a but plug up my ass and a raging hard on. What the hell did he expect to happen when the milk man came. "Suck my cock Boy!" Paul said sternly as he shoved his cock into my mouth. He drove his cock in and out of my mouth, with my head locked in the stanchion I was forced to take everything he gave me, and that was close to the full 10 inches of his enormous cock. But Paul didn't blow his wad down my throat. As soon as he was getting close he pulled out and walked over to his new possession, Kevin. "I am going to teach you for fucking my farmhand. I am going to fucking drive my cock up your ass." He quickly smeared some lube on his cock and positioned himself behind Kevin. Kevin began shouting, "No, Stop Paul! Please No! Don't Fuck Me!" Kevin bucked and pulled against the restraints. He tried kicking Paul but with his jeans down around his ankles his attempts were futile. Paul wasted no time and began pushing his hard cock into Kevin's tight ass. "ahhh...! Fuck! Stop It! Kevin shouted. "Your going to tear my asshole apart!" But Paul knew the kid was in pain, but also knew the kid's limit. And he was going push him to his limit. He got almost the entire length of his monster cock up his ass when he paused and let Kevin adjust to the girth of the cock up his virgin ass. "It's all right kid, just relax." Paul said trying to soothe the kid and relax him. As soon as Paul felt him relax his ass muscles he started moving his cock in and out. "My God, I feel like I am being fucked by a horse!" Kevin continued to verbally resist the rape. But it wasn't long and Kevin's body movements were going contrary to his verbal resistance. Paul also began picking up the pace and it wasn't long and Paul was riding Kevin real hard. Kevin also couldn't hide the pleasure any longer and began moaning and groaning. "Ah.. Yes, ohhh Fuck Me!" Said Kevin. "Ya take that fucking prick of mine! You know you love it." Paul shouted back. Then Kevin started convulsing against the restraints as he shot his load. Paul couldn't hold back any longer either and let his load shoot up Kevin's ass. You could tell Kevin was in ecstasy as Paul filled him with his hot juice. The sight made me shoot yet another load into the milking machine. Paul let Kevin out of the restraint of the stanchion and thanked him for the great fuck. Kevin assured him he would be back next Thursday morning for some more fun. Kevin slapped me on the ass and thanked me ass well. Kevin kind of limped out of the barn after getting his ass stretched to new limits and took off in his milk truck. "Now, what the hell am I going to do with you." Paul said to me as I remained their in the restraint of the stanchion and the milking machine sucking the shit out of me yet. "I think your going to remain there through the afternoon for doing what you did to Kevin." "No, Please it hurts! Its sucking the shit out of me!" I yelled. "Don't complain or I will make it longer." Then Paul left me there to go out and work in the fields for the afternoon. I ended up dropping yet another 3 loads of cum that afternoon into the milking machine. After several hours of constant sucking from the milking machine Paul finally let me out of the restraint and took off the milking machine. He rubbed some lotion on my sore and exhausted penis and let me put my jock strap and coveralls back on. After milking cows that night I had to go up to the house and make dinner. After Paul's wife left the farm, I was given much more work and responsibility. I was both a "farmhand" and in many ways I was Paul's "bitch." I hadn't had much experience cooking so I hoped I wasn't going to disappoint Paul with my cooking. We sat down for dinner and Paul didn't mention or comment about the food. We were busy talking about different things going on with the farm and different things that needed to be done. When Paul finished his dinner I asked him if he like it. "Did you like dinner Paul?" "Ya I did Boy, you did a good job. I liked it so much you deserve a little something special. Get your fucking ass over here. With one swoop of his arm he cleared the dishes to one side of the table and threw me down on my back. He didn't need to take any of my clothes off, because now that we were the only ones in the house my standard dress in the house was to be naked. I got fucked right on the table that evening. It was the best dessert I could have had. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/high-school-humiliation/high-school-humiliation-1-3 | Date: Mon, 05 Apr 1999 03:28:31 PDT From: tim tim Subject: High School Humilliation High School Humiliation Chapter 1 Hi my name is Tim; I am now 20 years old and the story I am about to tell started four year ago when I was 16 years old. I went to a high school some 30-km away from my home. I had to go there by bike and train every day. The train had one stop between our place and where the highschool was located. In the class we were in I was the only one from our place but there were several who had to catch the same train as me. So when the New Year started we always wanted to see as quickly as possible which was our time off. The reason for this was the train time schedule. If we the seventh hour of the day was also the last one we had to wait for the train for almost an hour. During the first period we had either the whole afternoon of or had to go to school until the last hour. During that first week on Thursday afternoon the last hour was gym. The hour was combined with class 4 c. the first lesson he already had my attention. A well built boy with a great torso and a very nice smile. He had brown hair and blue eyes. He was pretty good-looking to see. I hadn't had the chance to talk to him that hour but when the lesson was finished we walked back to the lockers I walked right behind him and heard a classmate call him Brandon. While changing back into our normal cloths (we didn't shower) my eyes were completed focussed in trying to get a glimpse of him in is underwear. He had a black colored brief on from which I only could see the backside but this looked quite well build. Because I couldn't take my eyes of him I was almost the last one. I was just in time to catch the train still thinking back at that beautiful bum I had seen of Brandon. Just when I entered the train I saw him again. I sat down a few chairs back on the opposite site so that I could look at him. He left the train at the next station. I could hardly wait until the next gym class. As it seemed almost impossible to see Brandon much more than during gym. All through the first semester my concentration was focussed on those two hours of gym we had each week. I wasn't that good in gym and Brandon was of course one of the best. The only think I could rearly do well was badminton. We only did this one during that first period. That hour I got the chance to show Brandon who I was. We had a small competition and we made it both to the final. I was on my best during that whole hour but as it seemed standing opposite to beautiful Brandon It was impossible for me to keep up my concentration. I lost with 12 - 8 from him but he smiled at me and that made everything ok. When we walked back to the lookers we started to talk. "You played well," he said. "Do you play at a club?" "Yes, I am playing at home for my local club for three years now." "Any competition games?" "No, not yet, I am on the reserve back of our junior team for a few months but I haven't had a chance to play a game." "Bad luck," he said. "Well, see you around." He walked back to his friends on the other corner of the lockers. I couldn't believe he just talked to me. I started to change into my normal cloths and as usual I looked in Brandon's directions to see if I could get a glimpse of him in his underwear. As he was almost that fare I saw that he was looking at me. I quickly turned my face away and tried to be as quickly as I could to get out of there. During the next few weeks we hardly say anything to each other he had his friends and I kept with mine. Though it became harder to get a glance of him in his underwear. Because of some strange reason always one of his friends were in the way or he was looking back to me at that time and I couldn't look at him. At night in my bad I say that afternoon of badminton going through my mind and just start to think what it could be to help him getting dressed and touching his underwear and dick. It all changed during that second semester. On Thursday we had gym at the seventh hour and were forced to wait afterwards a complete hour for the train. The second week of that semester we were almost finished when Brandon walked to the coach and he asked if it was possible to continue for an hour because some of us had to wait for the train. The coach answered that that wasn't a problem because the rest of the afternoon there was no gym lessons scheduled. I started to walk back to the lockers because I couldn't believe that Brandon and his friends would want me to stay. But when I was almost at the door I heard Brandon yell. "Hey, Tim, why don't you join us?" I started walking to the other side where Brandon and four other kids who I had seen before on the train "We were going to play a little basketball game. Do you want to join us?" "Okay," I said. Teams were picked and I was with Brandon in one time. Because we were only with four on a team it was quite a hard work to keep up the pace with the other boys. After a half-hour I said, "Sorry guys, but this is just too much for me. I have to stop." "Okay," they said. It seems like some of them were glad to get rid of me. I had missed some good opportunities and lost the ball for our team a few times. In the lockers I changed as slowly as possible but when I was dressed they were still going on so I left. At the beginning of next week's gym, Brandon came up to me: "Would you like to play badminton after the lessons? I already have asked the coach if it was ok if we stayed again." "Well, if you want to," I said. "I would like to because the other want to wrestle and that is just one of the things I do not like." "Okay, well then," and we walked together into the hall. At the end of the lesson. The other students went and we walked to the material room to get the net for our game. When we came back some of the other kids who stayed were already busy. We put up the net and started playing. We had the time to play a complete game this time and for some reason I did a lot better than last time. I lost the first set but came back and won the second and third. "You played well," Brandon said. "We have to do this more often. Did you already play a game for your time?" Not yet I said but one of team as injured his hand so I think I have a good chance in next Saturday's game. We walked back to the lockers. The other kids were still busy; we still had almost 25 minutes before the train would come. The lockers were empty so we kept on talking about badminton. I usually never sweat this hard after a game," Brandon said. "Well, it is quite hot for this time of the year," I answered him. I stripped of my gymshorts and looked at Brandon who was doing the same. I just have to rinse the sweat of my face he said and walked toward the toilets in his white underwear. In the toilets there were a few sinks to wash your hands. "If you want to freshen yourself up," he said, "I have a towel with me you could use." "Okay," I said and walked in my underwear to the toilets. There he was at the sink. I placed myself beside him on the other sink and looked at him. Of cause my eyes went down to his crotch and I could see he had a well build package in his underwear. He looked up and saw me looking. He said nothing but just gave me the towel. "I get it back when you are finished." He walked out of the room. My dick at started to grow from the moment I walked into the toilet and Brandon left just in time before I would have been embarrassed about it. I waited a minute or so and thought about something completely different to make sure that my dick was back into normal size. I walked back in the lockers thinking that Brandon would have his clothes on by now. But when I came in I saw that he was still sitting in his underwear. I walked to the otherside were my cloths were but my underwear started to show my dick again which was getting hard. I saw him looking at me this time and when I was at my cloths and turned around he was just coming towards me. "Well, well," he said, "just what I already thought. You are just glad to see me walking like this?" "Well," I said, turning red completely. "Say nothing," he said, "your dick is saying it out loud for you." He walked until he was in front of me. "Well," he said, "do you like what you see?" I still hardly could say anything. I tried to turn around. "No, wait," he said. "Just take a good look now there is knowbody around. A better look you won't get." And while he said that his hands were on my hand and started to push down. "On your knees," he said, "there you have the best view." I went down on my knees and was in front of his crotch. "Well take a good look," he said. I went with my hands towards him but he backed off. "No, you are not going to touch," he said. "And if you want to touch anything, go and get your own dick. It is screaming for attention." "Well," I said, "no, I..." "Go ahead," he said, "pull it. Come on hurry or do you want that the other kids see you with a hard on." "No," I said and put my hand in the waistband of my underwear and pulled it down. I started to stroke my dick still sitting on my knees. "Come on, quicker," he said. "Just look at yourself," he said, "you little faggot." Despite the humiliation of stroking my cock in front of him, I came rather quick. The whole idea that had happened had been one of my fantasies for long, so it didn't take to long. When my dick spurted the last drips of cum I looked up to his faces. "Well done," he said, "you better hurry and clean up, because the other boys will be in soon." "You're are not going to tell them, are you?" I begged almost. "Well," he said, "as long as you do what I want I will keep my mouth shut, I think." I looked at him while he turned away to his cloths. Half way he turned around. "Well, are you going to obey me?" "What?" I said. "Clean up and get your clothes on." "Okay," I said, "I will do what you say, but please don't tell the others." "We will see," he said and started dressing himself. When I cleaned myself he left already the lockers so I started to dress and wanted to be out of there before the others would come in. High School Humiliation Chapter 2 That evening my mind wondered back to the things happened during gym. I started to stroke my cock just thinking about Brandon in his underwear. The humiliation of being forced to masturbate in front of him made me horny again. I took my cock in a faster and tighter rhythm and moment later a flood of cum came out of my dick. After I cleaned myself and started wondering what Brandon had meant with the fact that I must obey him to make sure that he wouldn't tell any one. The next day I saw Brandon a few times but he didn't do or say anything to me. I watch him a few times but just didn't want to be very obvious. During that day it became clear to me that I was in love with Brandon and would probably do anything for him. Those beautiful eyes in combination with that big smile and the perfect body made him irresistible for me. I just wanted to be with him, touching him, going through his hair with my hand, kiss his ears and feel his hard biceps. While we were waiting at the train. Brandon walked past me and stopped for a moment. He then said, "I will see you tonight at seven at my home". I looked at him and said, "That is impossible I will have to come by train and my parents would not allow me to." Brandon answered, "You have heard me, you better be there if you don't want the others to know what kind of faggot you are." He didn't wait for my answer but walked away from me. I just started to think about how I could get to Brandon's house without telling my partners that I would be out for the evening and taking the train. Our station was well out of the city. I was not allowed to come over there after dark. I suppose I could tell them that I had an extra training session badminton and that I wouldn't be home before midnight. They wouldn't mind this as long as it was for badminton. At six I took my bicycle and went away to the station. There were only a few older people on the station and I took the train at half past six. At five minutes after seven I arrived at Brandon's place. He opened the door and said." Welcome you're late. I must think about that." I answered him, "Well I am sorry but I couldn't be here earlier. The train was ten minutes to late" Now in a more angry tone Brandon said, "That is no excuse. If you wanted enough you could have been on time", "Sorry", I said. "Okay, come in, walk directly back to the living room." I went in, nobody was around. I sat down on the couch. Still angry Brandon shouted, "Who told you that it was okay to sit down? Stand up over there in front of the table." I stood up and walked towards the table. Brandon said in a little sarcastic tone, "Okay, let's see what we are going to do first. I will start a little music and you are going to do a striptease to the music" I looked at him and said, "What about your parents?" Brandon had his answer prepared and said, "They won't be home before late this evening and my little brother has a sleepover at a friend's house so come on." The music started and after a moment I started to dance and began talking of my clothes. When I was so far that I had to take of my trousers my dick was already hard. This striptease made me feel very horny again. Brandon looked and said, "Well, go on." I went on and took of my trousers and afterwards my underwear. "Well I see that you like to do this for me, don't you?" Brandon asked in a very `I know what's best for you' kind of way. I started to stumble but I couldn't say anything that would make sense. "Okay," he said, "next step, start to masturbate yourself and if you are going to come, take the glass of the table and fill it with your cum." I looked around and saw the glass on the table, which was already filled with a small amount of white slurry. "That's mine", Brandon said. "I just made you a little bit. Okay go on but be sure that you take at least 15 minutes before coming." I started to stroke my dick slowly and just going with my hand around the top of my dick feeling how it grows. After something like 10 minutes I just couldn't stop myself and cum spurted out of my dick. I got the glass just in time and most of the cum went in it. "Okay," Brandon said. "you did great but you came too soon. I will have to punish you for that too. Currently you have two violations so that will mean you must do the following thing, on the next gym classes you are going to wear a jockstrap for underwear. You know what that is." "Yes", I answered, "but I don't have one." "Well I have so I will get it for you. You will not only have to wear it, but you are going to be the first one who is going to get into his underwear in the lockers and the last one to put on his gym shorts." "How I am going to do that?" I asked. Brandon answered, "It doesn't matter how, but as long as you do it." "Okay, wait," he said, "I will get the jockstrap so that we can see how it looks." He went upstairs and came back a moment later with a white jockstrap. "Try it on", he said. I took the jockstrap out of his hand and tried it on. My dick, which had become soft after I came a moment ago, started to grow again. "You like that too." "You're right about that." "You are looking great in it. Keep it on," he said, "and be sure to wear it next gym class." I wanted to start putting on my clothes but I first had to go to the toilet. I asked him were it was. "You have to pee?" Brandon asked. "Yes I need to." "Well," he said, "you could do it right here into this glass." He passed me on the glass that was in front of him. Not the one with the cum, but the one he was drinking from. I zipped my trousers and took my dick in my hand. It was hard to start pissing in front of him, but after a few seconds the flow of yellow fluid found its way to the glass. When I was ready I saw that I almost had filled the glass. I put it on the table and zipped my trousers up again. "Okay," Brandon said, "now you must drink it." I looked at him and said, "No way." With a big smile on his face Brandon answered, "Oh yes you are, because if you are not doing what I say, the whole school is going to be witness of what happened here tonight. Of cause without knowing that I was here." He walked right to the cupboard that was standing opposite to the table and opened it. Behind the glass was standing a camera and hearing by the sound of it was on. "No, you wouldn't," I said. "Well there is only one way to find out, Tim," Brandon said still smiling. I looked at him and took the glass in my hand and brought it to my mouth. Slowly I started to drink it. I had to stop a few times otherwise I would have started to throw up. "Well done," he said. When I was finished. I looked kind of embarrassed at him. He asked, "You like it, don't you." "No," I said, "it was terrible." It seemed that that was just the thing he wanted to hear, because he started to smile even more. "Two violations so here is going to be you second punishment", he said, "Okay, beside that you have to wear a jockstrap during the next gym class you are also going to do the following: because you didn't obey me a moment ago, I want you to collect every drop of piss in a bottle or even in more than one until we meet next time. I will check on you tomorrow morning at school and at the end of the day. You better show me every time what you have. And now get out of here." I couldn't get a chance to say anything. I was forced out of the living room with my shoes in my hand. Outside I put my shoes on and started to walk towards the station. I hardly could believe what had happened. But during the whole evening I felt very horny. High School Humiliation Chapter 3 I had to wait at the station for more than a half hour but I should be home around half past ten so that shouldn't be a problem. On the bicycle back home I found myself in need for a piss but remembered that I should put it in some kind of bottle for Brandon. I just made it home in time and found an empty Coke bottle to put all the piss in. Happily my parents weren't home on that moment. I found a note that they would be back around eleven o'clock. I decided not to stay up and wait for them but to go to bed already. I hid the bottle of piss under my bed knowing I would need it again early next morning. I just could not believe that Brandon had made a video of it. I would like to see myself back on video. There was one thing that would have made the evening better. I didn't get a look of Brandon in his underwear or in the nude. I really would have liked that. I fell asleep before my parents came home. The next morning I woke up with a normal urge to go to the toilet. I looked at the clock; it was seven o'clock. That means that my parents weren't awake. I decided to have a quick shower and pee in the bottle before they would awake. After that I went back to my room. The bottle now was 3/4 -- full that would mean I had not enough room in it for the rest of the day. Normally I would go twice or three times to the toilet at school. I would have to take another bottle with me to school. When I came into the kitchen, my mother was already making breakfast so I couldn't get another bottle. Worried about how I was going to get through this day without another bottle and Brandon looking over my shoulder I drove away on my bike to the station. When I let the train I saw that Brandon was waiting. "Here you are," he said. "We will wait until the others are gone and then you can show me if you have done exactly what I told you." "Okay," I said. After everybody walked past us, I opened my bag. "Here it is." "Okay," he said, "that looks like everything from last night until this morning. You are going to show me during lunch if you have filled it and again before we leave school at the end of day. I suppose you have another bottle with you?" "No, I haven't. I couldn't get my hands on it this morning without my parents seeing." "Well, that is your problem. You better get some bottles at the school then." He walked away, while I was getting the bottle back into my bag. I should be very careful that nobody would get a chance to look into it. During morning break I bought some bottles of Coke and flushed them trough the toilet. It was only small bottles but they had to be enough for the rest of the day. During lunch I showed Brandon my collection. I filled the big one and had gone trough half of the first small bottle. "Okay", Brandon said, "you are doing okay. I will see you after the last hour in the canteen. We have to wait for a half our on the train. You can join my friends then. Don't forget to go to the toilet first. I want you to fill up the small bottle then." I did what he said and, after I visited the toilet, I went into the canteen. Brandon and three other kids of his class were sitting at a table in the middle of the canteen. "Tim, over here," I heard Brandon shout. I walked towards them and Brandon started to introduce me to the others. I knew Mike, because he was also in our gym class. I didn't know the other two. They were introduced as Jason and Peter. "Did you know that they also play badminton?" "No, I didn't. Were are you playing." "In the same team as Brandon is. He is our junior team member. " "Would any of you guys like a drink?" Brandon asked. Jason said he would like a Coke and Mike wanted an apple juice. "And You Tim, do you want anything." I wanted to say something but at that moment. Brandon looked at my bag that was standing between us. "Oh I see you already have an apple juice." And with that he got the small bottle out of my bag and put it on the table. "Well wait one second I will get us one and we will see which of us can drink it all in one." I just could not get it. Brandon just pulled the full bottle with pee out of my bag and put it onto the table. I looked at the other but they found nothing odd about it. Well if you look at it you could say that it was apple juice. Was he going to make me drink this in front of the others? I just could not walk away now. Brandon came back and said: "I just know something better. We our going to drink one by one and I will time us. I will start." Brandon took the bottle to his mouth and started to drink. After 35 seconds Brandon finished his. Ok now you Jason. Jason was just not that quick and it almost took him 40 seconds before he was finished. "Okay, Tim, you are next." I looked at Brandon and wanted to say something. "Well, go on -- open it and start drinking," Brandon said. "It doesn't matter", Mike said "if he doesn't want to play along." "Oh yes he will. Won't you Tim?" Brandon asked. I just nodded and opened the bottle. I could hardly imagine. I would have to drink this without letting the others know that it was my pee instead of the apple juice. I drank it very slowly without gagging. But it took me a complete minute before I was finished. Brandon had been looking around to see if the others were looking odd. But nobody seems to notice anything. "Well-done", Brandon said, "it was your first time though the one-minute is not that bad." "Okay," I said, "now Mike." I wanted to be out of the spotlight as soon as I could. Mike started to drink and was done in 25 seconds. We talked a little and then Brandon said, "Well, it is time to get the train. We walked back to train and Brandon walked right next to me. "Well how did you like that?" I looked at him and said, "It still tasted terrible." "Indeed it would, but you did exactly what I wanted so no penalty for this." He left me there to go on with his friends. I could hardly believe I was humiliated in front of the others and nobody noticed it. Just thinking about what I had done it gave me a very horny feeling. Brandon said nothing about stopping to collect my pee so I should go on with that and of course tomorrow we were going to have gym again. When I was home I took a smell at the bottle. This made me horny again and I started to stroke my cock. And you can imagine what happened later. I came with an orgasm I had never had before. I kind of liked it to be humiliated in front of other. Should I continue? Any suggestions? Noway16@hotmail.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/high-school-humiliation/high-school-humiliation-15 | Date: Wed, 18 Aug 1999 20:48:13 PDT From: tim tim Subject: chapter 15 of Highschool Humiliations Chapter 15 of Highschool Humiliations << First of all I want to thank all those who responded to my question about how to continue with the story. Number 4 and 5 did win the competition so I got a lot of new idea's about how continue. I will use them somehow in the next chapters. I am sorry that this chapter is late but I thought I would finish it before my holiday but that just didn't work. I hope you enjoy this one and please let me hear if you have more ideas about how to continue. >> After gym class Brandon spoke out his approval about what happened. I did exactly what he asked. I was over the embarrassment quite quickly because I did this for the team. The coach informed me that I better would lose some more weight before Saturday. I told him I tried hard already and wasn't sure that it was going to work. I better prepare him on forehand because I knew already that something like that would have to happen again on Saturday. When we were waiting for the train after that gymlesson he came up to me and informed me what he would expect form me on Saturday. " You better be sure that on Saturday the exact same things happens but this time be sure that all of your hair around your cock and balls have been removed. Also I want you to tell your mother that you are going to stay at my place after the game on Saturday and Sunday. We are going to have a little party at my house after the game and you are going to be there. Is this all clear Tim." "Yes Master Brandon I do understand but I don't think that my mother will approve of because I am still grounded". "Well you have enough time to ask her and if you need help I can always ask her and pursue her. Ok do as you are told and be sure to have a hard one this time when you are on the weighting table. I will check on you before we enter the lockers on Saturday be sure to be on the outside of the school an half hour before" I had a hard time the next few days I almost started to think about confiding this all to Michel and ask him to help me but he was still Ill and I could not come around so I just spoke at the phone to him and that was not the way I wanted to tell him. I knew I was getting Brandon more aroused each time but I just wanted him to touch me or to let me suck his dick or lick his ass. If Saturday was going to be a private party maybe I could get him a little drunk and horny and who knows what would happen. On Friday evening I got some shaving cream from my farther and put it on. I started shaving, which was going; quite well because I had a very hard dick during the time I was busy. I looked at my self in the mirror and I thought it looked kind of childish without all my hair. I just couldn't control my self and started to stroke it. It got harder and with a few more strokes I came. I cleaned everything of and went to bed. On Saturday morning I got my bag full of cloths for the next two day's and went downstairs. My farther did not approve of this weekend but after Brandon called my mother she convinced my dad that it was good for me to go. I am not sure what Brandon told her but I would have to ask him that otherwise I could not tell them afterwards what we had been up to. I was at school a half-hour before we had to be there and I saw that Brandon was already waiting for me. I took me to the backside of the school and said " Open your trousers let me see if you did as you were told." I opened my trousers and pulled away my underwear. " That looks really nice Tim, you look like a twelve-year-old. Ok we better wait a minute or ten and then go in there." We waited a while and then he walked towards the door. I followed him a minute later or so. When the coach so me entering he walked towards me and asked: " And are you below your maximum weight Tim?" "Well I did everything I can to be sure of that but I just can't get it down anymore so I still will be around that maximum. If I have to I can always put down my underwear again". "Would you do that Tim, if I know in front I can inform the judges of that" "That is ok coach if that is what it takes to win today" "You know you have to do that in front of every player, coach and assistants of each team that is here today". "I know coach but I hope it is not necessary". "Ok I will inform the judges already" He walked away and Brandon came towards me. "What did the coach want Tim?" I told him what he asked and what I replied to it. "Well done Tim, you are going to learn it already" When coach came back 10 minutes later he smiled at me and said for everything one to hear "It is ok, they looked it up and if necessary than it is according to the regulations". Every member of my team looked at me and they al seem to know what the coach said I saw that some of them walked towards Brandon and start talking to him. They smiled and kind of complemented him. I dressed my self and put on the underwear we wear during the game. The coach held a little speech and it was time to go to the weighting room. When we arrived I saw that about 100 people were there, players, officials, coaches and so on. I looked around to see if I saw anybody I knew but that was not the case. Some good-looking guys got my attention and there were some hot ones around. I always liked looking at other guys in underwear but got also hard at the fact that I was going to show my self off in front of all those people. The weighting started it always took about half an hour or so. Nobody was aloud to leave before the last team was weighted. This was to be sure that all was going according to the regulations. Because our team was the organizing team we were last to go. During the weighting of everybody most of the teams were talking to each other and not paying much attention to what happened at the small podium. Normally the weighting was a straightforward process. They all kept talking to each other while the first of our team were weighted then it was my turn and I stepped on the scale. When some one was to heavy he had to step down of the scale and the judges would put it on zero again. Then he had a second change. But that the first one was not Ok was loudly announced for every one to hear. When I stepped down it became quite and all the people started to look at where we were standing. I knew what they had in mind would the home team (and one of the favorites to win) be disqualified because of overweight. I walked toward the scale again and stepped on it. Every one was looking and I was getting hard. The judge beside me looked at me and announced hard; " 200 grams overweight. You have one more change son, you are the guy the coach talked about isn't it". "Yes Sir" I replied. "Well then step down and take of those underwear and we will try again" When he finished that sentenced I saw that almost everybody was looking at me. Some of the coaches started to speak with each other slowly. I think they were arguing the fact if this was according to the rules. I stepped down and took of my underwear slowly. I heard some rumor and whispering. My hard dick stood full in front of me and even my teammates start whispering I could here that some of them made a point of me shaving of my hair this time. I stepped on the scale and looked at the judge " Ok, you can participate". I wanted to step down but one of the other coaches walked toward the judges. " I want to see that. I want you to put it on zero first and then look at the weight of this boy". I knew that this was aloud. Other coaches had the right to control each of the judge's decision. Because of fraud in the past this public weighting became part of the rules and regulations of each game. I knew then that I had to stay naked a longer time because probably each coach would want to check this. The judges gave his approval of this and started to put the scale back on zero. I had to step up again and the coach checked the weight. So this was repeated 16 times and all that time I had to stay naked and step up and down of the scale. After the first three times I dared to look around and I saw some players looking quite openly at others and me more secretly. But I also could see some bulges that were greater then normally. At last every coach agreed and the other team members were weighted and the games could start. In the lockers were I put my jersey on Brandon smiled at me but didn't say anything. The game went OK. I won all mines and the team became school state champion as aspected. Most of my opponents were kind of distracted and some of them stared openly at my crotch just before the start of each game. At the end we were back in the lockers some bears were past around and we had a small party which lasted an hour or so. When the first started to go Brandon walked up to me and said: " Well done, it was a beautiful site to see you being humiliated like that. We are going to my place in a moment. Peter, Mike and Jason will join us. I have rented some videos and got some more beers around. " We went together back to Brandon's place. He didn't make any remark on the way their that suggested that the others knew that I was his slave. When we arrived Brandon asked us what we wanted to drink and walk to the kitchen. When he came back he put on the video. He had tapped the last episode of Star Trek, which had been on television yesterday. We looked at it and still there was not any remark about being the slave of Brandon. When the episode was finished Brandon went to the kitchen again to get new drinks. Jason went to the video and asked if Brandon had made any plans to the following video. He answered from the Kitchen that it didn't matter and that he could get any tape he wanted. Jason went through the tapes and found a few without any label on it. He said well just have to wait and see what this one is about. He put it in the video. Brandon walked back in and I saw that when he looked at the video his face turned pale. I also looked at the video and saw that it showed the livingroom from Brandon on it. Then I walked in and stood still before the table. Oh no I thought that was the tape Brandon made the first evening. I looked around and saw question marks on the faces of the Mike, Peter and Jason. "What is this, " Jason asked. Brandon answered Just wait and see. I would like to know what you find of it when it is finished". During the video the all looked at me from time to time and I didn't know what I was going to say or do I found it very humiliating to be looking at the video in presence of three other boys. When the video finished it was Jason who started to talk first. " How did you get him so far to do this Brandon". "I found him staring at my crotch in the lockers when we were together. His dick became hard and I forced him to masturbate in front of him. He begged that I could not tell anybody else. I agreed but made him my slave in stead. I believe he just loves to be humiliated in public. Do you know the time when we were waiting for the train and he joined us for a drink at the canteen at school." The three nodded. "That time I saw that he had something to drink within himself. Well in that bottle was his own pee. I made him drink that in front of you". "All the other times he showed himself somehow in the lockers and like today before the match, did you made him do that too" Jason asked. "Yes I did, I shall tell you what happened so far if you like" "Yes Cool," Mike replied. Brandon started to tell everything and the looked at me from time to time but didn't say anything to me. Brandon told them everything including what had happened with his brother at the party. Mark had told his brother everything. When he was finished Mike turned around and looked at me "Why did you do all of that Tim, did you enjoyed it that much?" I looked at Brandon who said: "Well answer him". "I was afraid that Brandon would show the tape to somebody else so I just did as he requested." Jason answered: "I think you also liked it, I noticed each time you had to do something in the lockers you're dick was hard too". "Brandon instructed me to do so" I answered. "Well I don't know", Mike said, "but I think you can better be sure to do what you are told if you don't want any one else to find out. Can you make him do something now Brandon?" "Why don't you give him some orders. He will obey don't you Tim?" "Please no Brandon not with them around" "No argue Tim, they are as much your master now as that Mark or me is". "Well for a start get undressed Tim" Jason gave me that first order. I started to undress slowly and watched their reactions carefully. Of cause I like some of the things I had to do but the most I wanted to get my hands on the dick of Brandon. "Ok bend forward" Jason said when I was undressed. He started to spank my but first slowly but because I almost did not react he started to use more force. "Does any of you want to join in on his other buttock". I saw how Peter walked to the other side and I felt how at the same time on each buttock landed a hand. My bottom started to heat up and I lost control and started to cry a little. I also started to beg them to stop but that made them just spanking me harder. My dick also started to grow and that was noticed by Mike " Look see, you are enjoying yourself Tim". With that Jason and Peter stopped spanking. " Go ahead", Mike said," start wanking on that dick of yours". I did as told and started to masturbate. I noticed that especially Mike and Jason got a bigger bulge in their crotch then before. I tried to see if that was the case with Brandon but nothing showed there. It lasted only a few minutes before I shot my cum all over the table. I had closed my eyes during those final moves and when I was finished I looked at them and saw they were smiling. "Lick it" Jason, said. I started to lick my cum "Brandon, is it alright if Tim give me a blowjob. I have always wanted to know what that felt like but I can't get my girlfriend to do it". "Of cause Jason, he has to do anything you want". "Well get over then Tim, and undo my pants I want the best blowjob you can give". I walked towards him and sank down on my knees. Jason was not that bad looking. He was quite tall with nice blond hairs but he was build quite firm. I unzipped his pants and he let them drop. I removed his underpants and an already hard dick came out of it. It was not only hard but also very thick. I looked at it for a second and then took it in my mouth. It tasted like piss. It seemed as if Jason hadn't changed his underwear because his entire dick tasted licks that. I slowly started to move my lips around the top of dick and then slowly took more and more in my mouth. He started to moan and I knew he was enjoying himself. After a few minutes of sucking and licking he grabbed my head and started to face fuck me instead of me giving him a blowjob. I tried to get away but Brandon interrupted that by saying, " Don't do that Tim, let him do his stuff". He seemed to loose all control and a moment later he started to cum in my mouth he screamed loud with it. I swallowed every drop and when he finished I started to suck him completely dry. I stopped and looked at his face and asked " Did you like that Jason". "That was the best Tim, I never had an orgasm like that before. You can do that to me when ever you want." "Glad I could be of assistance Jason". I knew that maybe this was going to be the evening I could get my hands on Brandon's dick. I the other two boys would made me suck their cock to Brandon had to follow. "You guys, I can advise you that, Mike, Peter this is great". I just sat there and waited. "Well I want to try it also", Mike said, "my girlfriend did it once but this looked better that what she did". "Wait," Peter said " I don't want a blow job but I think I want to try to fuck arse, that is something my girlfriend won't let me do while I have heard that that is more tight then a pussy". Before I knew what happened I was forced on the ground and both my mouth and butt where filled with cock. They also made the pass and I had trouble not gagging with Mike's dick in my mouth. His dick was larger than that of Jason. It took them also five minutes or so before they both came. I felt exhausted after wards but also I knew that maybe Brandon was next. "That was great to look at guys," Brandon said "What are you going to do with him Brandon. You didn't tell what you have done so far with him. You didn't want to tell us how much blowjobs you already had from Tim" I saw whom Brandon turned red. This is where I wanted him and I was curious how he was going to resolve this. "Well, you guys until now I didn't do anything with him". "You mean not even getting masturbate by him," Peter asked. "No, but just looking at you make me horny so I think he deserves another face fuck, but then blindfolded". I almost fainted at the idea that I was going to get Brandon's dick in my mouth. It was ashamed that I was going to be blindfolded but what the heck I was going to blow his dick. They blindfolded me and I heard how the others said Wow just after Brandon unzipped his trousers. Something was put between my lips and forced its way in. I opened my mouth and almost immediately I was filled with cock. Not only a big cock but also a thick one. That must have been the Wow about. Brandon fucked my face hard and I almost believed he was going to break some teeth out of my mouth. I then knew that the next morning was not going to be pleasant because my jaws would hurt a lot. It took him only a minute or saw when a huge amount of cum landed in my mouth I started to swallow and at the same time I came again. Just knowing that Brandon was face fucking me made me horny enough to come again even without touching myself. The rest of the evening went by in a blur for me. Exhausting as I was I laid down on the floor sometimes giving some spanking while the others were watching television? Somehow during that I must have felt a sleep because that is how I woke up the next morning. More to follow in the next chapters. Don't be afraid to send me suggestions on how to continue they are always welcome. As well as any other positive comments you may have. Email: noway16@hotmail.com or ICQ: 36967366 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/service | He stood towering above me as I knelt before Him, and I smelled his chaps, His crotch, His asshole, intoxicated. His dick was half hard in front of my face, framed by His chaps and His balls and I heard Him speak and knew what I must do. I took the meat in my mouth and held it there, waiting, and then it began to dribble, hot and salty, then as His dick softened the piss flowed, then shot out against the back of my throat, and I drank His dark yellow piss thirstily. I was His. His toilet. His dog. His whipping boy. His and nothing else, and nothing other than the knowledge that I was His invaded my awareness. Nothing but this knowledge had any relevance to me. Nothing but this knowledge made my dick hard and my hole wet. I was nothing but His and I drank, thankful that it was His Will that I taste his hot, stinking piss ... I felt His fingers under my collar, pulling me to my feet. My collar. His collar. The thick black leather that marked me as his to use as He saw fit. The collar I could not, would not, would never remove unless it was His Will, the collar I wanted more than anything else to feel around my neck, wear around my neck, until I died. I wore other marks, other badges of His ownership. The tattoo on my arm. The ring through my dick. And I knew that should He decide to keep me, should I train to His ultimate satisfaction, I would wear the ultimate mark of His ownership: the knife scar on my empty bag. I wanted nothing more than that, for Him to claim my sex, to seal His ownership, to permanently make my only sexual satisfaction His hard-on by feeling His glittering steel blade cutting me from my masculinity forever. The men in the bar watched as He pulled me to my feet by the collar, some envying me, others Him. All knew what I was, what he was. He stopped suddenly and turned, looking around the room, and then His hand left my collar and He strode over to the door. He took the sign from the door and brought it back, and hung it from my collar, and all could see I was marked, TOILET, and He led me into the room and pushed me to my knees. I knelt there, my dick throbbing from the smells of stale shit and piss and cum and beer and sweat and leather and one of the men came in, a man I hadn't seen in the bar. He walked up to the trough and started to pull out His dick, then saw me there on my knees, saw the sign, knew what I was, and turned. The buckle glittered in the dim light as He unfastened it and unbottoned His jeans. His hairy hand slid inside the open denim and withdrew, holding a thick, uncut dick, the foreskin long and loose and heavily veined, and His other hand pushed my head a bit backwards and the piss splattered as it hit the overhanging fold of dirty dickskin and He filled my gut with piss. All night I was the public toilet at the bar. My mouth tasted like a sewer. My gut was full of shit. Full of piss. My hunger and thirst were insatiable. And as my lips fastened around the hairy shithole of the big burly cop who had just come in, as my tongue darted up inside and began to lick the shit out, as I felt the cop's hole gaped and pushed outwards, downwards and my tongue withdrew, as the shit, firm and hot, slid out and filled my mouth as I ate, as I licked His dirty, slimy hole clean, as He flushed his shit down my gut with His hot dark piss, my balls churned and I spewed cum all over the filthy tile floor. i hung my head, ashamed, knowing I had not been told I could cum, and He was there by me, pushing my head to the floor, angrily ordering me to clean it up, and I put my lips to the pool of piss that had collected on the scummy tile and lapped up the piss and the cum like the dog, His dog, I was, and He held my head to the floor until I had cleaned it to His satisfaction. He cuffed me over the horse the minute we returned. I knew I had to pay for what I had done, what I had not done. I knew He would whip me until my ass was solid purple, and perhaps more. I knew it would give Him a hard-on and He would then shove His big dick up my asshole and fuck me until He shot deep inside me, slapping the fuck out of my bruised butt the whole time, and I knew He would have me eat my own shit off His dick afterwards. And i knew He would probably take the razor strop to my butt again for my incontinence, if not immediately, then the next day. And i wanted nothing other than His abuse, His ownership. No beating he could give me could be worse than the removal of my collar. Nothing could be worse. **************************************************************** i existed only to worship Him, serve Him, all of Him. His tats. His dick. His shithole. His feet. His pits. His Leathers. Only I know better than He what I am and why I am here why I was born the only why. He is my Universe. He sets my foodbowl on the kitchen floor. I look up at Him for permission to eat the dogfood. His responds by pointing His dick at the other bowl, the empty bowl, and filling it with His piss. He nods at me, and I lower my face into the dogbowl and eat, and when I have finished I will lap His piss up with my tongue. I am His dog. I am His toilet. I am His and nothing more. He had beaten me again after plowing out my hole. His hole. i have eaten, and He has bound me spreadeagled, and I stand and wait. He has tied off my balls and weighted them. He puts the heavy Leather strap to my face and again I kiss it and my ass throbs from the two beatings last night and then the fire burns deep into my aching purple butt as the strap falls heavily, forcefully, across it and again, He beats me, stroking His dick slowly with the other hand ... The cat leaves burning trails across my back and ass. He has never beaten me this much, not nearly this much, in twenty-four hours, and I am pouring sweat from every pore in my body, both from the beating and from straining, forcing myself to endure it, to not say it, please dear god anything but that, don't let me break and say it, no god, don't let the collar leave my neck, and only in one way can I endure it, and through gritted teeth, gas- ping, shuddering, "please Sir, harder Sir, please beat me harder Sir, please Sir" and mumbling and He mutters and His dick drips as He strokes it, and He makes LeatherLove to my back and ass, harder, and I beg again, almost sobbing, "harder, Sir, oh jesus Sir, harder fuckohpleasedeargodSir, beat the hell outtamedeargod Sir HARDER!" and I scream ... He holds me, caressing me, loving me, and I collapse into His thick tattooed arms and drink His strength, His gentleness, His power over me, and as He holds me I sob into His neck and I want more, more LeatherLove, more ManLove, and I break down, I beg i tell Him between sobs what I am, what I want more than anything and He leads me to the bed, comforting me, rubbing lotion into my back and ass and tells me He is mine and I am His forever as He slides His stiff, throbbing dick up my asshole and sinks it deep into my guts and I arch my shredded back and howl like a cat in heat as He fucks me ... I float in the air held up by the sling as He shaves my balls. He is going to take me, make me His forever. The cold kiss of the straight razor makes my dick throb each time it scrapes, removing hair the hot wax did not. It has been two weeks since I have been allowed to cum, and never before have I been so horny so hot. He has teased me all the while, for two weeks bringing me almost to the point of shooting, then stopping. My balls are sore. They ache, they hurt, they are full of my last wads that have been collecting for two weeks. The cool antiseptic does nothing but make me hotter, make them hurt worse, and my dick is jerking as He wipes them off, and I see Him sharpening the knife and see it sparkle. He feels the edge, looks at it in the light and puts it in the solution and turns towards me. Then He does something He has never done before, and I jump. His lips wrap around my stiff dick and He begins to suck, slowly, deeply, and at the point when I feel it swelling He stops, holding it deep in His throat ... over and over again He does this, and I am sob- bing and begging Him to let me cum, and then He takes my hand and spits on it and directs it to my dick, tells me to jack slowly, not to cum until He gives me permission, and I stroke it as He turns away. He has given me permission, and I start to moan as I feel the cum boiling in my balls and then in the base of my dick, and I start to groan like an animal as I begin to shoot, and then just as it begins to spew out the cold steel sears my bag and I am cumming cummingcumminghard like I have never before, and then I feelthe sharpache upinside my gutuptomylungs as I shriekfromthecummingand feelingthebloodwarmrunoutandtheicybladecutoutmyballs ... I am His. I will wear His collar forever, as I will the scar of His knife ... I have no sex, no desire other than His dick, His balls, His asshole, His pits now. He leaves more permanent marks on me. I have several piercings in my dick and my bag, and I wear steel nuts. He has had me tattooed, had the last one put on my dick. He plans to eventually have my body completely covered. I am proud to wear His marks, proud to be His toilet, proud to let every man in the bar know I am his in whatever way he sees fit. I treasure every stroke from His belt, every caress from His hand, every taste of His sweat or piss or shit. I live no lies. I belong to Him, body mind and soul and His ownership, His hard-on, is my only happiness ... ************************************************** i existed only to worship Him, serve Him, all of Him |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/showers-and-stuff | From: authoruk@bigfoot.com Subject: NEW STORY "Showers & Stuff" (m) (masturbation) Date: Mon, 05 Jan 1998 02:00:45 GMT Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com If you have any comments or feedback on this story please feel free to e-mail me at authoruk@bigfoot.com . Any stories I write will only be posted to the ASSGM news group so if you see them anywhere else, apart from the Nifty Archive, please let me know as they will have been posted without my permission. Suggestions for possible story topics also welcome. Showers and stuff (Part 1) There wasn't much noise in the changing room when Shane reached it from the Gym. He'd had to stay and put some of the equipment away so he was running later than the others. Not that he was too worried, it was the last period so he'd only be going home once he'd changed. Shane was in the 7th grade and had just turned 14. He had brown eyes and soft brown hair and was about 5'3" tall. As he entered the changing room his eyes flicked around, seeing the piles of clothes of the boys still around. Must be in the showers, he thought. As he looked around the room he thought back to the week before when he'd been here......... He'd been to the dentist and didn't get to the gym period until it was half over so the teacher had told him to sit in the changing room and read as it wasn't worth changing. He'd got out a book but he kept looking around at the clothes lying around the room belonging to the boys in the gym. Suddenly Shane saw something white among one of the piles of clothes and without really understanding why he went over and caught hold of it. As he pulled he realised it was a pair of jockeys but instead of putting them straight back he wondered who they belonged to. He searched through the clothes until he found a name - Ryan. So these jockeys belonged to him, he thought. Ryan was in his class and was about the same height as Shane and also had brown hair. Shane stared at the white jockeys in his hand and then, without thinking he lifted them to his face and sniffed the crotch area. He could smell something he couldn't quite recognise, it was a bit musty but also quite pleasant. Shane suddenly realised what he could smell was the scent of Ryan's cock which had been covered by these jockeys just 30 minutes ago. He turned the jockey's inside out and pressed the inside of the crotch area over his nose and sniffed deeply. As the scent from Ryan's jockeys entered his nostrils Shane felt something moving in his pants and realised he was starting to get a boner. He decided to see if anyone else had left their underpants in the changing room so he put Ryan's jockeys back and started looking through the other piles of clothing. The first couple had nothing but as he looked through the next he found a pair of blue jockey's and further investigation showed they belonged to another friend of his called Thomas. He was a bit taller than Shane with blonde hair and quickly Shane buried his face inside the jockeys. The smell from Thomas's jockeys was different from Ryan's. It was slightly sweeter and their was a faint smell of piss where he must have forgotten to shake the drips off his cock before he put it back. Shane put one hand down and rubbed the front of his pants, feeling his cock which had stiffened to 4" and was pressing into his clothing. He went back to Ryan's clothes, got his jockeys again and then holding both pairs in one hand he pressed them to his face as he squeezed his own cock. The scent of the two cocks from the jockey's was making his head swim and quickly he unzipped his pants and rubbed the front of his dick through of his jockey's. Almost without realising he had slipped his pants and jockeys down and was rubbing his balls, cock and hairless crotch as he pressed his face into the jockeys of Ryan and Thomas. It felt so good and by now Shane had almost forgotten there was a class of boys almost next door. He stopped rubbing, took Ryan's jockeys from his face and started rubbing them over his own dick as he sniffed at the crotch of Thomas's. He stuck his tongue out until it was touching the cloth where Thomas's skinny cock usually pressed. He could just taste the dick and piss as he pressed his tongue into the cloth of the crotch whilst he wrapped Ryan's jockey's around his stiff, 4" boner, feeling the cloth rubbing against his circumcised head. He kept doing this for a minute or so then switched the jockeys round so he was jerking off with Thomas's jockeys and sniffing Ryan's which also now smelt slightly of his own boy dick. Shane stood there rubbing his dick faster and faster - just the thought that the smell of his cock was mixed with the smell of Ryan's dick was making him so horny and he could feel his spunk was starting to rise into his cock. Shane sniffed and licked the jockey's over his mouth as he rubbed the other jockey's against his hot, throbbing dick and groaned as he felt himself starting to cum. His whole body jerked as spurts of hot, white liquid shot out of his piss hole into Thomas's jockeys and all he could smell was Ryan's boy cock and his own as more of his spunk creamed the jockey's wrapped around his dick. Finally Shane relaxed as the last drop left his dick and he took the jockey's away from his dick and looked at them curiously. He could see three or four damp patches in the crotch and he sniffed them gently. He'd never smelt his own cum before but is smelt quite nice and, to his surprise his dick jumped ever so slightly even though he'd just shot his load. He gently squeezed his cock and saw a small drop of cum ooze from the piss hole which he wiped off on Ryan's jockeys. He rubbed the cummy patches in Thomas's jockeys together to try to dry them a bit the placed both pairs of jockey's back where he'd found them. He realised he was standing their with his pants and jockeys around his ankles and his now soft, 3" dick hanging down in front of him so he quickly pulled up his clothes and zipped up his pants. He hoped Thomas wouldn't notice the damp patches when he got dressed after the gym class but the thought that Thomas's dick would soon be rubbing against his spunk started his cock stiffening again.......... With a start Shane stopped his remembering from the week before and realised that his gym shorts were tenting out at the front `cos he'd got a boner. He just hoped no-one noticed when he went into the showers and started thinking of boring things to try and get his dick soft again. Showers & Stuff (2) Shane walked over to where his clothes were, shucked off his shoes and pulled off his T-shirt. Next he grabbed his PE shorts and pulled them down. The elastic caught against his still stiff cock and he pulled so the shorts slid off it and his dick slapped against his stomach. As he walked towards the showers he put his hands in front of him trying to cover his rigid cock but the problem was the head was rubbing against his palms as he walked sending tingling feelings through his body. He could hear laughter and chatting coming from the showers and, trying to forget his boner he walked in. There were five boys still showering and Shane knew them all. One was Thomas and three of the others were also in his normal gym class. The last boy, Peter, wasn't but for some reason he had been joining in with them today, whether as a punishment or for some other reason Shane didn't know. The boys looked up as he hurried to a shower, keeping his hands in front of his dick until he was under a shower nozzle with his back towards the others. What's the matter Shane, he heard Thomas call over to him. "Too good to speak to us, huh?". Shane mumbled something without turning round, trying hard to hide his still stiff 4 inches. Have you been creaming in my jockey's again? Thomas continued and the others laughed. Shane felt himself going red. Oh shit, shit, shit, he thought. "He fucking knows. What am I gonna do?" He heard movement behind him and realised the other boys were moving towards him until they were standing right behind. He felt hands on his shoulders and suddenly he was spun round so he was facing the others. They were grinning at him and Shane's eyes flicked from one boy to the next. As he did so he couldn't help looking at their cocks briefly. "I had to walk home with my cock rubbing in your cum, you little bastard," Thomas said, staring at him. Shane stared back and licked his lips nervously. It was weird but although the words were angry Thomas didn't seem too mad. Shane looked away from the staring boy and glanced at the others. As well as Thomas and Peter also standing in front of him were Marshall, Ryan and Lance. Shane had seen all them in the shower before except Peter and so he slyly looked at his dick. It was quite skinny just like Peter and hung down showing a lovely hairless crotch. He looked away quickly as Thomas moved slightly. "Look he's got a boner", he heard Peter say to the others. Thomas grinned. "He's got to be taught a lesson for spunking on my jockey's." He stared hard at Shane who looked away. He was feeling a bit scared and his dick had started going limp. I know, Thomas announced. "You jerked off over my jockeys so I'm gonna piss over you". "No way", Shane half shouted and tried to get out of the shower but the others grabbed his arms so he couldn't move. He watched, horrified, as Thomas caught hold of his own dick with one hand and pointed it towards Shane. There was a short pause and then a stream of yellow liquid started coming out of Thomas's piss slit and stream towards the helpless boy. As the first of the warm liquid hit his body Shane struggled but was pretty helpless and could only stand there as Thomas moved his cock around so his piss sprayed up and down Shane's body. Then Thomas moved nearer and aimed his dick so he was pissing on Shane's cock and balls. The warm liquid spraying his dick felt strange and Shane realised he was getting hard and he was surprised to see Thomas was also getting a boner. He was being held by Peter, Ryan and Lance and Marshall was standing next to Thomas. Shane could see he was playing with his little skinny dick and then he suddenly lifted it towards Shane and also started to piss on him just as Thomas's stream turned to a trickle and then stopped. He looked at the now stiff, hairless dick with that was oozing the odd drop of piss and at the same time could feel Marshall's thin, warm stream bouncing off his legs and balls. He felt himself being forced down until he was sitting on the floor with his back to the shower wall and as he sat there Peter, Lance and Ryan stepped around in front of him. Shane sat there, Marshall still pissing on him and looked at them. Lance and Ryan had nice, stiff little dicks with foreskins half pulled back over their cock heads as they were half hard. Peter was also playing with his dick which was nice and slim. As he watched the three boys aimed their cocks and, with a bit of straining three streams of warm piss joined the last of Marshall's spattering over Shane's body. All he could do was lie there, his rigid 4" circumcised dick pointing straight up as the three boys humiliated him by pissing on him. He almost felt like crying - he was being pissed on for god's sake - but in a funny way it didn't feel too bad, it even felt pretty cool when they pissed on his cock and balls. Finally the streams of piss slowed down and stopped and the boys stared down at Shane, sitting in a small puddle of piss with his chest and crotch wet with it. Now you're gonna clean us up, Thomas told him and walking over to him grabbed the sides of his head and pulled Shane's face towards his crotch. However hard the boy tried to pull away Thomas kept pulling and Shane's mouth got nearer and nearer to the stiff dick, still with a drop of piss on the tip. He could smell it as Thomas finally pulled him onto it so the head of his cock was forcing against Shane's tightly closed mouth. Thomas kept the pressure up until Shane had to open his mouth and in a flash Thomas pushed his cock in. Shane almost choked as he tasted Thomas's dick, the head tasting of piss. Thomas kept his dick in for a minute and then pulled out but almost before Shane could draw breath Peter shoved his dick into his mouth. Each boy in turn did the same until Shane had licked each of them clean. "At last it's all over", he thought. "Maybe they won't be too nasty about me creaming the jockey's now they've done this to me". "Time for the next stage of the punishment", Thomas told him, grinning. "Keep him there, I'll be back in a minute". Shane sat and watched as Thomas left the showers only to return quickly holding something in his hands. As he held the item up Shane realised they were his jockeys which Thomas had gotten from the changing room. It's only fair I return the favour, Thomas said, "and the others can help me." As Shane watched, half fascinated, Thomas lowered Shane's jockey's to his crotch and started rubbing them over his dick. He started slowly then he turned them inside out so the crotch was pressed against the head of his cock and he started jerking off, the jockeys wrapped around his stiff cock. His hand moved faster and faster until he groaned and his cock started throbbing and almost fucking the jockeys. Shane suddenly saw cum seeping through the material as Thomas deposited his hot cum into the jockeys. Shane's cock was really stiff by now and he was gently squeezing with one hand as he watched Thomas finish spunking into the jockeys. As soon as he stopped he passed them over to Peter who took them and pressed his dick into the damp, sticky patches where Thomas had cum. He wiped the cum over his cock head then started jerking off into the jockey's until his own creamy, hot cum joined Thomas's in the underpants. Peter seemed to cum for ages and at least three or four blobs of spunk spurted into the jockeys. Then Lance, Ryan and Marshal all grabbed the jockeys at the same time and wrapped a bit of them round each of their cocks. Shane watched as the three boys started jerking off, it was almost like they were humping each other as their cocks were almost rubbing against each other as they fucked the jockeys. It was totally awesome and Shane's cock felt so tight and stiff he thought it would explode. Marshall came first closely followed by Lance then Ryan - and Shane stared as his jockeys got stickier and wetter with three lots of warm, sticky, salty cream spattering against the material. Finally the three boys stopped spunking and stood there exhausted. Thomas took the sodden jockeys and walking over to Shane told him to get up. As Shane got to his feet he saw with surprise that Thomas's dick was again half hard even though he'd only cum a short time ago. Shane stood in front of Thomas with a painfully stiff 4" boner jutting out proudly above his beautiful, hairless balls and crotch. Thomas looked at him. "As I bet you sniffed my jockey's before creaming in them it's only fair I return the favour", he said to Shane and as he spoke he opened the waistband of the jockey's and pulled them over Shane's head until the crotch was over his nose and mouth. Then Thomas placed his hand on the outside of the jockey's and pressed so the spunk sodden material was forced against Shane's face. All he could smell was cum, and as he opened his mouth to breath the material was pushed into his mouth so he had the slightly cooling spunk of five boys filling his mouth. The slightly salty taste was all over his mouth and the strong smell filled his nostrils. As his tongue was pressed against the cummy jockeys he felt his own dick start jumping and without him even touching it he felt himself starting to spurt his own cum. The others watched as Shane's thin, white spurts jumped from his beautiful, 4" dick and spatter over the floor. One creamy blob hit Thomas's leg and slowly started sliding down it. All five watching boys were fully stiff again as Shane's kept spurting, his head covered by his own jockey's filled with five different loads of spunk. Finally Shane's cock stopped spitting cum and slowly went limp until he was leaning against the wall, breathing hard and the boys looked at the last small drop of his boy juice as it oozed from his piss slit and hung on the end of his dick. Shane felt totally drained and exhausted as he leant against the wall, the cummy jockeys still over his face then to his amazement and horror he heard Thomas speaking. "I think it's time for part three of the punishment". Showers & Stuff (3) The sodden jockey's were suddenly slipped from Shane's head and he looked through half lidded eyes at the boys standing before him. Thomas was already hard again, his rigid cock only inches away from Shane and the others were also starting to get hard. Thomas stretched, almost cat like, and looked at Shane. I feel like getting rimmed, he announced to the others. Shane saw them grin but wasn't really sure what Thomas meant. He was still trying to work it out as the others grabbed him, pulled him away from the wall and forced him down until he was lying on the floor of the shower room. The tiles were cold against his back and the four boys were holding his limbs to stop him moving. Shane was staring up at Thomas who was still standing, watching, his foreskin half pulled back over the swelling head of his dick. Then he started moving towards the spread-eagled boy until he was standing above his head so Shane was looking up at the underside of Thomas's cock and balls. Thomas turned so he was facing Shane's feet and started lowering himself towards Shane's face. The boy struggled as Thomas's ass got closer and as the boy squatted Shane could see the tight, puckered hole of his ass as the cheeks slowly spread apart. By now Thomas was kneeling astride Shane's head and his asshole was waving just a couple of inches above the captive boy's mouth. Shane suddenly realised what was going to happen and tried to break free but however much he struggled he could hardly move at all as the four boys tightened their grip on his legs and arms. As the lowering asshole pressed into Shane's face he closed his mouth tightly - there was no fucking way he was going to touch someone's ass with his tongue!. He felt Thomas bend forward slightly and then felt pain as a hand grasped his balls. If you don't open your mouth and rim me I'm gonna squeeze your nuts harder and harder. Your choice, buddy. The pressure on his balls increased slightly and Shane, realising he had no choice, opened his mouth and slowly pushed his tongue towards where he sensed the waiting asshole was. He felt the end of his tongue touch flesh and then it was tracing the shape of the puckered skin of Thomas's ass. He felt it twitch as his tongue licked it and Thomas moved back slightly so his asshole pressed more into the boy's face. Shane was just realising that the taste against his tongue wasn't really bad at all and at least the pressure on his balls had stopped. In fact the hand was now gently rubbing his cock, which once again was completely hard, and Shane was starting to feel really horny. He pressed his tongue harder against Thomas's asshole and as he heard the boy moan with pleasure Shane lifted his head off the floor and pressed it into the warm ass above him, pushing his tongue into the centre of the puckered hole until he could feel it prodding through the muscle. Thomas was groaning more now and his ass was pushing and grinding into Shane's face as the boy's tongue explored as far as it could inside the warm, twitching asshole. It wasn't long before Thomas lifted himself away and turned towards Shane. Jeez that was so good, he muttered, "I can't take any more or I'll cum here and now!" Shane looked at Thomas and saw his cock was so hard and swollen it looked like it was about to burst. He heard a voice and suddenly realised it was his. I don't want to stop yet, Thomas, please, let me go on rimming you. Thomas stared at Shane looking a bit surprised, then he grinned. This is supposed to be a punishment, but what the hell. Tell you what, why don't you be nice to the others instead, O.K? Shane agreed, any thought of it being gross to lick someone's ass had disappeared as it had really made him horny. He felt the weight on his limbs disappear as the four boys let him go and then knelt in a line with their backs towards him. Shane quickly got into a kneeling position, stared at the four sets of ass cheeks facing him, each with an inviting puckered hole between them, and then almost scurried until he was behind Ryan, who was at one end of the line. He clasped the two, warm globes of flesh, prised them apart gently and pressed his mouth between them, his tongue licking at the muscle of Ryan's asshole. As he pushed his tongue as far as he could into the ass he could smell the intoxicating aroma, slightly different from the smell Thomas had exuded but just as exciting. Ryan was already groaning and pushing his twitching butt hard into Shane's face, causing the tongue to slide in even further. By now Shane was so into it he wanted to smell all the boys holes and so he rapidly moved along the line of boys, forcing his tongue into each asshole in turn, grabbing their hips so he could get in as far as possible. He had now reached the end of the line, Peter, and was busy tonguing him when he felt someone grab his own ass cheeks and a tongue started teasing his ring. He guessed it was Thomas but didn't care as the feeling he was getting from his asshole being licked as he rimmed away at Peter was intense. He could feel his dick tightening and swelling until it felt bigger than ever before. He didn't think it could get more swollen until the tongue left his asshole to be replaced by a finger which quickly probed and then pushed its way through his ring and into his ass. As the finger slid in and out Shane almost let go of Peter as the feelings inside him got better and better. He kept licking away at Peter's ring, forcing his tongue into the hole and one hand slipped round until it was clasping Peter's swollen cock. Behind Shane, Thomas continued thrusting his finger in and out of the loosening asshole as Shane licked furiously at Peter then, slipping his finger out he moved slightly around, took hold of his rampant cock and positioned it against Shane's asshole. He felt the muscle of the boy's ring touching against the head of his dick and placed his arms around the boy until he was clasping his hips. Thomas paused for a moment, took a deep breath and then started to push his cock into the tight, warm, half ready asshole in front of him. Shane had registered that something had changed but before he could appreciate what it was Thomas pulled against his hips and his five inch dick slipped completely into Shane's asshole. The boy felt a stab of pain which quickly turned into something pleasurable as Thomas started fucking his ass and as the cock went in and out Shane buried his face in Peter's ass and at the same time started rubbing Peter's cock. He could feel his tongue being squeezed by the asshole it was in and he tightened his own ass against the invading dick. By now the three other boys were starting to feel left out and so they stopped kneeling in a line and moved towards the action. Ryan got on the floor and slid his head between Peter and Shane's legs until he could clasp Shane's cock and suck it. He started running his tongue around the hot cock head as his hands kneaded the balls underneath it. With his other hand he started jerking his own dick furiously. Marshall had gone straight for Thomas, still fucking wildly as Shane's ass, and without any preparation he parted Thomas's cheeks and forced his hard, slim boy cock past the muscle and into the damp asshole. Lance realised he was running out of options so he went to Peter's head and slid down until his own cock was in front of the boy's mouth. By now Peter was in such a state of excitement, what with Shane licking his ass and jerking him off, that he wrapped his mouth around the cock in front of it and started sucking furiously. Shane was in seventh heaven as he pressed against Peter's asshole, wiping his tongue around the tight flesh as Thomas continued fucking him, his balls banging against Shane's ass each time he thrust his dick deep into the now pliant asshole. Since Marshall had started fucking Thomas the cock thrusts into Shane's ass had gotten even stronger as Marshall thrust when Thomas's cock was at maximum penetration causing the tip to bump against Shane's prostate. Even Thomas had never experienced anything quite like this before. Until now he'd been the dominant one but suddenly he was also being fucked - and it was great!!. He had felt his balls start to tighten some moments ago and now his spunk was boiling in his balls and starting to force its way into his pumping dick. As he started pounding Shane's asshole even harder he heard Marshall cry out and felt warm liquid spurting into his ass. That was the last straw and with a yell he pulled Shane right into his crotch and as his cock pushed right into the boy's vibrating ass his cock almost exploded as his creamy cum started spurting from his piss slit into the warm interior of Shane's asshole. As Shane felt his ass being spattered with Thomas's hot fluid his hand clenched around Peter's dick. Ryan was still sucking away at his cock and as he felt it start throbbing wildly he buried his face in Peter's ass and rubbed his cock causing Peter to start cumming just as his own cock started spunking into Ryan's willing mouth. As jet after jet erupted he could still feel the last of Thomas's cum creaming in his ass. As Peter felt himself coming he grabbed Lance by the ass forcing the boys cock right into his mouth so as Lance surrendered to his orgasm Peter could taste every drop of the warm, salty cum that filled his mouth. As Thomas pulled out of his ass Shane drew back and could see poor Ryan lying on the floor still pulling his dick, traces of spunk dribbling from his mouth. Despite just having shot the most intense load of his life Shane was still as horny as hell and without pausing he bent down, pulled Ryan's hand away and wrapped his mouth around the grateful boy's cock. Almost as soon as his mouth made contact with the hot flesh Ryan thrust upwards and Shane felt his mouth filling with jets of cum. He swallowed furiously, feeling the wonderful cream slipping down his throat and he sucked wildly at Ryan's cock trying to extract every last drop of the salty fluid. Finally he drained Ryan and the all boys fell back onto the tiled floor, where they lay in total silence, spatters of cum, slowly drying on their bodies. Finally Thomas spoke contentedly. I guess you've been punished enough now Shane, Huh? Shane sighed. "Well actually, I'm not sure if I've learned my lesson", he replied. "Maybe I'd better be "punished" some more another time"!!!!! 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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/new-york-trip | From: jerryg@pacbell.net (Jerry Gaither) Subject: NEW YORK TRIP Date: Mon, 02 Dec 1996 18:47:49 GMT New York Trip.... I had been talking to Peter on the boards for a few weeks... and the airlines did another one of their crazy fare deals --- so I left LAX for NYC.. Peter sure sounded like a little boy ---needing a strong man to work him over ---teach him what it is to serve ---to belong to another man. The plane trip was like every other one I had been on with the exception of a real hot number in the seats across from me.. He was 6' 175# brown hair, hazel eyes and a great tan. He was wearing a pair of leather shorts, white socks and a football jersey--- the bulge in the front of his shorts was very interesting--the flight wasn't full so I had all three seats to myself -- like wise so did the number across the aisle--- After a few hours and a couple of cocktail--Paul who name I found out later, turned in his seat, the shorts gaped just enough to reveal the head of a 8" cock---I drank in the view, with my own growing in my jeans....Paul knew what he was doing 'cause he spread his legs further to reveal a set of balls, nice size, eatable. By this time I was dripping---the steward had been by six times already--but the look I gave him the last time sent him to the safety of the galley---Paul had to rearrange everything---you can't keep 8" of meat confined in tight leather shorts. I am a member of the mile high club in good standing---Paul had had is share of cocktails and I knew it wouldn't be long before he would be heading for the bathroom....I was right and he got up and headed for the back of the plane rubbing himself as he passed me... My mama didn't raise no dummy so within a few seconds I was up and following him. Airline bathrooms are just not made for two ---after entering -- there was barely enough room to turn around---I did have to piss- --Paul was in front of the toilet so that was out---I turned to the sink and let the golden flow go---Paul looked like some had just given him the gift of a life time...I finished up and stood sideways--grabbing him by the neck, forcing his face into the sink..."lap boy, this piss is for you"" It took him awhile to lap it all up from the bowl--his cock rock hard and jutting out of his shorts....his ass hadn't missed my attention, it has been receiving a few well placed hands delivered with some force==== all good things must cum and it was that time --all I had to say was "down". He swallowed my cock to the hilt--trying for my ball, too. The cum boiled up from my balls, it shot from my cock into his throat, shot after shot---he nursed a new born calf. The bathroom felt like an oven---besides smelling like "men" that smell that can give you a hard on every time. I left Paul there and returned to my sit--the steward was just passing and ask if I wanted another drink, which I answered yes.. when he returned with the drink his smile said it all..."job well done" After that work out it was time to recoup and I dozed off... The next thing I was being tapped on the shoulder--we were in our final approach to New York---a trip to New York wouldn't seem real without some delay--I think that they must sit up nights planning them... We finally landed and I de-planed. Peter had told me that he would meet me if possible, if not he would send a car---I really didn't expect him since it was Friday morning and like all good little boys he worked--on wall street no less=== As I walked thur the security gate he was there. Collar around his neck as instructed.. I took one look at this little boy and knew right there and then that this was going to be one hell of a weekend... No words were needed--I handed him my baggage claim and started for the baggage area... He fell into step behind me and just to the right... My bladder was making it needs know --- I turned into the next men's room -- Peter right on my heels -- I entered one of the stalls, little boy also...Peter was on his knees before I could pop the buttons on my 501's his month open -- little boys are there to serve and Peter did.... the golden stream found its mark this little boy got a nice long drink of my piss... We left the airport and headed for the village and Peter's apartment. It was a typical New York apartment with the exception of his play room --- I really didn't need to bring my toy bag --- Peter had it all nicely laid out for me to used as I saw fit. I took the front of his shirt and ripped it off him -- then his pants --- he would need clothes for a while. His smooth body greeted my view.. but I wanted it smoother. I got my straight razor out of my suit case and proceeded to start at his neck -- the razor took every trace of hair from his chest, arm pits-- Next I did his cock and balls and ass=== now he was smooth!!! I had taken the red-eye into NY and was a little tired so I tied Peter to the rack spread eagle, put the tit camps on his tits and tied his cock and balls real tight so that he would have something to think about while I took a short nap. Several hours later, I awoke to find the little boy still in place... needing some DISCIPLINE!!!! It seems that he had pissed with out permission and all over the place at that. I untied him from is spread eagle position and re-tied him with his arms and legs together and his ass in the air over the saw horse. I caressed his ass-- whak, whak -- my hand hit him several times, while informing him about the nature of his being -- his purpose... His ass was taking on a nice red glow -- as was my hand -- why wear out your hand was my thought and got the riding crop -- a handy item in any toy box.. I continued where I had left off but every once in awhile aiming it between his legs so his balls wouldn't feel let out!! Peter finally realized what a bad boy he was -- and his ass was proof...mark with nice red strips that he would feel for some time. Well it was time for some food and a little exploring of NYC --- I shoved a butt plug up his little ass -- untied him and told him to dress in a jock, shorts and a tank top - he was still wearing his collar. We went off to explore to be continued. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/auto-serviced | Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2000 05:35:51 -0800 (PST) From: Shaun Dayton Subject: Auto Serviced Attached is a true experience. Auto Serviced It was a hot early June, 1999 day when my animalistic sex drive met with my need for a car part. The front signal light on my older Ford Escort had quit a few days before, and going with the cheapest route, I chose to find the necessary part at a salvage yard. Phoning around, I finally found the part and got ready to retrieve it. On the fateful humid day, I told my live-in girlfriend, Melissa, my plans and said I might be awhile. Grossly exaggerating the time scale, and pretending uncertainty over whether they actually had the "right" part, I was able to schedule in some time for my favourite hobby, cruising for a man! It was about six years ago, that an ad in the paper awakened an unknown side in me. I was away from home on a summer job, and was sitting in the dorm john down the hall from my room. I found a newspaper stuck down beside the toilet and started flipping through it. It was the personal ads which attracted my attention and one in particular burned into my brain: "Wanted. Hot bucking young stud to be broken in by older bear. Respond to ad# 4068.". The ad lit a spark in me, which opened a desire I had never considered. Before I could realize it, I was shuffling my fist over my engorged rod and blowing load after load thinking about being with a man. It became my favourite fantasy and before long, I was cruising the streets of my hometown, dressed like a slut and looking for action. Even today, I get so hot dressing in risque clothes and hunting for some fun. Of course, Melissa has no idea what I'm into, and it's for the best that it remains my little secret. Hopping in my car, I started the 25 minute commute to the salvage yard. Along the way I realised that I could save time in the end if I got set up for cruising now. I pulled off the two-lane highway and onto a dirt road I knew was deserted. Another secret from Melissa is that I keep my slut gear tucked into a gym bag under the driver's seat of my car. About a half-mile down the road, I shut the car off and dug out the gear. Taking off my sneakers, jeans, and t-shirt, I got ready for action. To describe myself, I'm 5'9" and a firm 140lbs, kept in shape by running and swimming. I have short blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes that drive my lovers wild when I gaze up from the pleasure between their legs. I've keep my body well-shaven, with the exception of my pubic patch and ballsac. Yes, I even shave around my tight pink asshole. Finished admiring myself, and feeling the warm sun on my naked body, I put on my well-worn pair of too-short- too-tight Levis 501 button-fly cut offs which reveal a glimpse of my cute, smooth, asscheek. If I happen to sit with my legs spread, my hairy balls tend to sneak out the leg hole, often to the pleasure of whomever I'm hunting. Next I pulled on a short crop top which reveals my hard hairless abs. Finally I pulled on my trusty old canvas sneakers and a flannel shirt. I climbed back into the car, my cock already hardening from being in my "lucky" clothes. About 15 minutes later, I pulled into the salvage yard, shocked that it wasn't at all what I expected. I parked the car and looked around, immediately in front of me was a garage where two greasy characters who were bent over the engine of a 1977 Dodge Dart. They looked at the intrusion and I wondered if I had made a serious mistake changing early. I got out of my car and walked up to the pair, who smirked and gave each other an odd glance. "Ugh. H-hi.", I stammered, "I called and you said you had a socket for a front signal light of an '86 Escort wagon.". Half smirking, the larger man gave me a thorough scan. He was about 6'4", probably 220lbs, with red hair in a brush cut and deep-set eyes. His thick forearms were covered in black grease and dirt up to his elbows where his dark blue coveralls took over. Opened around the neck, I could see a tuft of chest hair sticking out. His collegue was the one who answered my question. Skinny and about 5'11" and 150lbs, he had long black hair tied in a ponytail, green eyes, and was also covered up to his elbows in engine dirt and grease. He was wearing a black tanktop and somewhat tight black jeans. "Socket for an '86 Escort?", he replied, half-chuckling, "Don't think I got one. Probably should try somewhere else." "Oh.", I said, "I called and someone said there was one.". "Take these wirecutters.", the big redhead half-ordered me, "Take a walk up back and see if there's one. The Ford cars are down by the trees. You can get in through the gate.". He pointed at an opening in a weatherbeaten fence which was leaning forward. "Thanks.", I replied, realizing my mistake in changing before I got here. I took the wirecutters and walked quickly through the gate into the compound. If I actually got out of here without being beaten up it would be a miracle. Dressed like a slut, I was now exposed in the eyes of these two rednecks and very vulnerable. An easy target if they decided to take up a gaybashing incident. I doubted I could even get a good shot in against one, but with the two of them I was a sitting duck. I had a vision of the big guy holding me down while the skinny freak kicked the living shit out of me. The faster I got out of here the better. Inside the compound, there where just about every car you could imagine. All scattered about in various forms of decay on the dried mud landscape. I spotted the patch of trees at the very back, probably about a half mile away, and began a rapid walk to retrieve what I needed and get out. Ten minutes later I arrived at the "Ford Lot" and scanned for a similar car. None. "Shit.", I cursed aloud, "Now what the fuck am I going to do?". I walked quickly up and down the three rows and there was no car identical to mine. At the end of one row, however, I found a hatchback which was a bit older than my wagon but seemed to have the same type of signal lights. Reaching into the empty engine cavity I managed to cut off a socket. It looked pretty much the same as what I needed. Jogging, I returned to the gate and turned the corner to see the two men standing in front of my car, discussing something. As I approached they stopped talking, turned to me and the skinny guy said, "Find what you were after?". "Got a part,", I replied, "but its not off the same model and I'm not sure if it will fit.". "Try it.", the burly guy half-barked at me, "What tools do you need?". "Two screwdrivers, a flathead and a phillips.", I informed. The large guy half chuckled and said, "Here. Got a set in my coveralls.". He passed me the two screwdrivers, then the pair returned to the '77 Dart in the garage. I opened the hood and began unbolting my passenger side signal light socket. Self-conscious now about my rather trampy appearance, I had to bend over the front of the car to access the light; a position which hiked my already too short cutoffs into my asscrack, exposing more of my lower cheeks. As well, my balls were visible because of the too narrow piece of material between my legs. I shot a quick glance back over my shoulder and saw the two backyard mechanics were leaning on the front of the Dart, arms folded over their chests, watching me. I worked quickly and finally I could try the new socket into the housing. Not a perfect fit but it worked. I rapidly put the old, unworking parts back together, other supplies I needed were home at the apartment, and bolted it back onto my car. I closed the hood. "Work?", the large guy hollared. "Not a perfect fit but it'll do.", I yelled back. I walked up the grade to the garage entrance and passed back the two screwdrivers. "What do I owe you?", I asked. "Jim'll handle that.", the large guy said, pushing his head right to point toward the skinny guy, who had walked toward the back of the garage. "What do I owe ya?", I asked, walking toward the rear of the garage. "How about five bucks?", skinny Jim inquired, looking over my shoulder at the big guy. "Five bucks!", I exclaimed, "A brand new one only costs that!". I heard the garage door close behind me. I spun around to see the big guy pushing a lock over and walking toward me. "OK.", Jim conceded, "How about a buck?" "That's better.", I nervously responded, fishing into the pocket of my shorts and pulling out a greenback. I passed it to Jim, sensing that the big guy was right behind me. "That sound fair Dirk?", Jim asked his collegue. "Fine.", big Dirk responded. Suddenly I felt his sinewy greasy hand grab my ass by the lower cheeks. "That OK with you boy?", he snarled in my ear. "Y-yes.", I stammered, my heart racing and pounding so loudly in my chest I could feel it in my ears. "Good.", Dirk responded, grabbing my ass tighter, working a finger under the frayed material to graze my tender asshole. The touch sent a shock through my body that started my cock pounding as loud as my heart. "How come you're dressed like a little whore fruit boy?", Dirk demanded. "Yeah.", Jim responded, "How come you came up here dressed like a pansy faggot. Wiggling that ass of yours all over our property." Before I could respond Dirk hissed in my ear again, "You have any idea what we do to fags up here?" "N-no.", I stammered again, my heart throbbing, adrenalin coursing through my veins. I could feel the sweat starting to run down my forehead from the terror I was feeling. "Ever felt a real man boy?", Dirk hissed again. Then he directed at Jim, "Whip out that motherfucker and see if he's any good.". Dirk pushed me down to my knees, then onto all fours; one hand on my ass, the other between my shoulders. I knew I was finished. I'd never see Melissa again, they'd find me dead in a field dressed like some sort of slut. I prayed that if I ever got out of this I'd never slut around again. Then I heard the zipper of Jim's fly and his jeans dropped to his cowboy boots. Dirk's hand pulled on the hair on the back of my head, directing my attention upwards. There, Jim was stroking a cock that had to be at least nine inchs long. Long, thin, uncircumcised, and rapidly stiffening. "Suck my cock boy.", Jim demanded, getting on his knees in front of me and directing his hardening manhood to my face. "Do it gayboy!", Dirk shouted. Supporting myself on my hands and knees, I moved forward to Jim's hard, slim manhood. I lifted my right hand and slowly grabbed his cock midshaft. I licked my parched lips and slowly slid the tip in my mouth, using my tongue to peel back the underside of the foreskin. Next I gently placed as much as I could in my mouth, sucking him gently, rubbing the underside with my tongue. "Hmmmmm. He's pretty good.", Jim announced, feeling the back of my head with his hand. I slowly lifted my head off his cock, leaving a chain of spit between my tongue and the tip of Jim. I moved my right hand up his shaft and slowly pulled back the foreskin, exposing a beautiful purple helmet. I could feel the pre-cum building as Dirk gently massaged the bottom of my ass and I started blowing Jim, setting up a wonderful rhythym where I would hold just the tip in my mouth, sucking hard, grinding my hips back to feel Dirk's hand, then moving forward again, inhaling as much of Jim as I could, although there was at least a good three inchs I couldn't get. By this time, Dirk had moved directly behind me and was squeezing my hips which bumping his crotch against my ass. I could feel his cock swellin beneath the thick cotton of his coveralls. "He deepthroatin' you yet?", Dirk asked Jim. "Nope.", Jim replied, "Wanna go at him from both ends?" "You bet.", was Dirk's answer. I felt my cock swell in the tight shorts. I had never been double-rammed before, although I was still nervous about the final outcome. "Stop sucking slut!", Dirk commanded, "Lay on your back on this!". He kicked a low trolley used for working under cars at me. I quickly assumed the position. "Hey Jim!", Dirk said, pointing at the front of my cutoffs, "Looks like he's into you. All pre-cummed stained. You got yourself a gayboy lover!". Dirk laughed heartily at his collegue. "Better see if it's true", Jim said, kicking off his jeans and kneeling beside my head. Before I could turn to get at his cock, he leaned over, grabbed the sides of my face with his dirty hands, and gave me a deep kiss, using his wet masculine tongue to explore my oral cavity. In the meantime, Dirk had stripped out of his coveralls and knelt between my legs, feeling me roughly from my knees to my pubes and back again. After Jim's kiss I looked down, watching Dirk massage me, smearing dirt and grease on my upper legs. Soon Dirk's hands moved higher, firmly pressing against my swollen cock, then sliding up across my abdomen and up to tightly squeeze my nipples. I let out a grunt from the force of having my nipples twisted. "See that Jim.", Dirk announced, "Our little slut likes it rough. Get two jacks and a one-by-six.". Jim dashed off to the other side of the Dart and retrieved the order. "Set up the jacks and put the wood on them.", Dirk instructed. Once it was finished, he told Jim "Grab his wrists and hold him so he can't move.". My arms pulling above my head, Dirk crushed his knees into my ankles, immobilizing me. He reached up, and ripped open my button-fly. My cock exploded from it's prison. "Nice size slut!", Dirk exclaimed, reaching forward and grabbing my seven inches, giving me a quick stroke, coating my shaft with grease. I moaned at how good it finally felt to get some attention. "Enough boy. Get up and strip. Let him go Jim.", Dirk demanded. I stood up and for the first time cock a look at Dirk's meat - circumcised, scrubbed pink, only about five inches long, but twice as thick as my own. I gulped at the site of it. "Up against the car boy!", Dirk ordered. I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them, slipped out of the flannel shirt, then peeled off the crop top. I remembered with some relief that I had opted to go without underwear today, rather than wearing a thong I bought at the women's department at Wal-mart. I turned toward the front fender of the Dart, and felt Dirk's tough hand as he pushed me up against it. "Spread those legs!", he snapped. I complied, feeling his hands grip my pecs firmly, squeeze my nipples painfully (at which I let out a squeak much to the enjoyment of my tormentors), then roughly slide down the sides of my truck, stopping at my hips. Dirk's left hand moved frontwards and squeezed my hard cock, pushing out some pre-cum. He grunted in satisfaction and his hand moved lower, cupping my tender, low-hanging balls, and squeezing them gently. "Real nice boy", he purred in my left ear, "I like how you keep yourself shaved and clean.". Dirk's right hand, started massaging my right buttcheek while his left gave my balls a good going over. I was beginning to get into a nice, erotic rhythym, my eyes closing slightly as I relaxed. I opened my eyes when I felt Dirk's greasy right index finger press against my lips. He forced in into my mouth, then whispered in my ear "Suck it boy". I did as I was asked, firmly sucking his fat grimy finger as his other hand worked my ball sac. In a minute, he pulled out his finger and lowered the hand to the bottom of my ass again. I felt the wet finger press against my shaved pink ass pucker. I bit onto my lower lip as he slowly worked the finger around my asshole, then slipped it inside. "Uuuugggggghh!", I moaned loudly as he penetrated me. "That's it fucker!", Dirk hissed at me as he probed at my ass with his spit-wet finger. I felt him slowly work the finger into me, creeping deeper. He suddenly pulled out and I felt my asshole stratched wider, he had two fingers probing me. I felt the stretching of my ass as he worked into me again. Finally he hit my prostate, used a bit of force at it, making me moan again and weaken at my knees. "See that Jimmy! Our little cocksucker likes it! Let's try something else!", Dirk said. His two fingers still pressing my prostate, he squeezed my scrotum hard, making me grunt in pain. He received the desired effect as my ass tightened around his fingers. "Pretty tight for a little fag!", Dirk exclaimed, "Suck my cock dickwad.". He pulled out his fingers and gave me a firm slap on my ass. Meekly, I turned, knelt before him,and grabbed his cock with both hands. I looked up at Dirk, who simply sneered at me then spit, hitting me on my face. I opened my mouth and swallowed Dirk's shaft into me, working my tongue over the underside and sucking on the head as firmly as I could. He moaned, grabbed both sides of my head with his firm hands, then pulled me deeper onto him. I gagged as his thick cock hit the back of my throat. "Better get used to it boy", Dirk said, "You gotta swallow Slim Jim here yet!". Holding my head, Dirk began fucking my face, driving his cock against the back of my throat with each thrust. "Mmmm. That's nice boy.", he said, drilling into me, "You got me nice and ready now! You're gonna lay belly done on that wood there and I'm gonna fuck that pretty shaved ass while Jimmy fills that sweet throat with so much cum you'll be full for a week. Understand?". I moaned in reply. Dirk pulled out of my mouth and I laid down on the wood that was supported by the two jacks. On either end, they had placed cardboard and a rolled up blanket to serve as kneepads. I looked up as Jim came to me with his long cock, hard and pointed right at me. I gripped on with both hands as he slowly slid it into my mouth. Inch by inch he pushed in. He paused when he reached my throat, then eased in the rest, slowly but surely. I had deepthroated my first cock! Jim began working in and out of my mouth and I soon had the rhythym down to breath while he wasn't shoved down my throat. I began to enjoy having Jimmy getting a load ready to send to my guts. Once I got Jimmy going, I felt Dirk push my legs forward and spread my cheeks. He pressed my asshole with his thumb and I moaned deeply, Jimmy starting to pick up the pace fucking my throat. In a second the thumb was gone and I could feel Dirk's thick cock pressing at the entrance to me. He pressed harder and I gave way to his purple helmet. His hands gripped my hips and he finally bored into me, forcing out a moan from me as Jim's long cock slid in and out of my mouth. I knew neither one could last much longer. Jim's fingers were digging deep into my skull and I could feel his dick begin to fill. At the other end Dirk's cock was thickening quickly as he rapidly drove into me. I was bracing myself mentally for their cum. I wanted it, I lusted for it, I needed to have it! Finally Dirk gripped onto my hips tightly, drove deep into my ass and I felt his cock rupture. "Oh fuck yeah!", he shouted, burrowing deeper into my ass as he filled it with cum. I moaned in pleasure with the feeling of hot jizz being pumped into me, and this brought Jim over the edge. Instantly, he gripped my head, drove in deep and blew his motherload. I could feel his thobbing shaft and he expelled what seemed like a gallon of cum into my throat. Exhausted, Dirk pulled out and said, "Nice fucking tight ass kid!". Jim responded by moaning in pleasure at the load he pushed into my tummy. Only one thing remained, I had to feel Jim's long cock in my ass. I only hoped he would stay hard long enough. "I want to feel that hard cock in me.", I begged Jim, "Roll on your back and let me have it.". Jim and I switched positions, him laying on his back on the wood, me hovering over his rock hard manhood. I squatted down and pressed his swollen head against my cum-lubed pucker. With a gasp I pushed it through, into my dripping ass. Slowly I slid down the length, impaling myself on his nine inch spear. I moaned in pleasure as it slid deeper into me. Finally I reached the end, sitting on his hips. I moaned at the length inside me, I felt as if he impaled me up to my lungs. Slowly I began gyrating on him, feeling him stiffen in me as my own cock became rock-hard. Dirk stood on my left side and pressed his own still-hard cock against my lips. I leaned back, feeling the full force of Jim in me, pressing against my throbbing prostate gland. I couldn't hold my load too much longer. I began sucking Dirk furiously while grinding hard on Jim's rod. Man I was so hot. I could feel my load pounding at the tip of my cock. I couldn't hold it longer. I let out a loud moan as I reached my climax. At once my vision went black and white spots appeared as my most intense orgasm ever rocked my slender body. I shot my first wad forcefully out, hitting Jim on the face. The clenching of my ass was too much for him and I felt him also explode, rocking a second load inside me, mixing with Dirk's cum which lubricated my tight ass. As I blew wad after wad I sucked hard on Dirk; he also let a load go, filling my mouth and squirting out the corners of my lips. Exhausted I collapsed on Jim, slid off his massive tool, and licked my own cum off his face. "You'd better get boy!", Dirk ordered, throwing my slutty clothes at me, "And don't come back either. You little faggy whore slut!". Humiliated I walked naked to my car, drove to the dirt road and changed back into the clothes I had left Melissa in. I only hope I need another used car part soon. That was my hottest experience. *********************************************************************** If you like this experience and want to hear more, e-mail me at: shaundayton@yahoo.com I'd love to hear how this get your juices flowing and what you did thinking about it. If you have pics, all the better! |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/high-school-humiliation/high-school-humiliation-6 | Date: Sat, 17 Apr 1999 06:59:56 PDT
From: tim tim <noway16@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 6 of Highschool Humiliation
Chapter 6 of Highschool Humiliation
I went home straight away. On my way back from the station to my home I
started to think about away to get by my parents without they could see and
smell my cloths. I just couldn't think about away of doing this. The stairs
leading to my room were in the living room and normally they would be
their.
When I entered the hall I could already here voices witch were coming from
the television in the living room. I took a deep breath and start walking
very slow without making a noise towards the stairs in the living room.
Just as I was starting the way up my mother asked: "Is that you, Tim?"
I looked around and saw that they were both sitting on the couch with their
backs towards me.
"Yeah, Mom, it's me".
"Could you come over here, we would like to discuss something with you."
"Can it wait?" I said and started to walk up to the stairs.
"No it can, son" my farther said.
Well I will be back in a moment. I have to bring something to my room
first. I quickly walked further hoping they wouldn't turn around before I
was out of site.
When I closed my door, I heard somebody coming up the stairs. I quickly
started to chance in a new T-shirt and trousers. But when my mother opened
the door I was standing there without my trousers and only wearing the piss
smelling T-shirt. I was very glad that it was a long T-shirt so that my
mother couldn't see my dick.
"Oh, I am sorry" she said. Before I could answer she already continued,
"What is that smell Tim, it seems just if you have peed in your trousers."
Then see saw my trousers which were lying on the ground. She took them off
the ground. "You did, oh no Tim"
I turned red quickly and stammer, "I just couldn't hold it anymore when I
was on my bicycle".
"Well, we will talk about it in moment then, take a shower and we see you
downstairs in a moment"
See walked away and I started to take of my T-shirt and took a shower.
I took my time and started to think what I would say. I did wet my bed
until I was 11, so they were used to have a son with a problem to control
his blatter.
I changed into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and went downstairs.
"So there you are, son," my farther said. "Come and sit down over here." He
pointed at the spot on the couch between them.
I walked towards the couch and sat down.
"First we want to talk about you with peeing in to your jeans. I thought
we have had this, after your visit to the psychiatry five years ago."
"I am sorry dad I just had to much to drink and forgot to go to the toilet
before living at Mark's house"
I thought I had made up that quite right.
"Well that is the second part we would like to talk about. During this week
you lied twice to us. The first time by saying that you had badminton
training and the second time by saying that you went over to your friend
this evening."
I just didn't know what to answer but my farther continued. "I called Mark
this evening to give you a message from your badminton coach but he told me
that you weren't there and that he didn't see you since the badminton
practice on Monday so what is this all about?
I still didn't know what to answer, maybe the best way was telling them I
had visit a classmate from school who lived in the other village. But if I
did that they would like to meat him and that was one thing I wouldn't want
to.
"I am sorry I lied, but I just need some time alone and I went on a bicycle
tour around the country side"
"On your own, are you crazy" Staying out late like that out on you bike in
the country side"
"I am sorry that but I just needed to do this"
"Well your are not going to this anymore and because we want to be sure
about that you are grounded next week. Afterwards we will see about what we
will do about it. "
"Ok dad and am sorry", I said.
"Well then before you go up to your bedroom, your badminton coach called
and wanted you to know that you will play tomorrow as one of the team."
"Yes, at last, this was going to be time" I almost forgot everything what
happened this evening knowing I would get a chance in a real game tomorrow.
"How late must you be up, we want to be there off cause" Mother siad.
"I have to be there at nine and the game starts at ten o'clock."
"Goodnight, Tim"
I walked away and went to my bedroom. Only one week grounded and they
didn't said to much about peeing in my trousers.
I went to bed straight away and fell a sleep quickly.
Next morning I woke up from the alarm at eight. I quickly showered, dressed
and had breakfast before my parents where awake. I went towards the sports
complex of our town and arrived there 15 minutes before I had to.
"You are early" the coach said. "Are you ready for it, Tim"
"I think so coach. Who's my opponent?"
"Well it is the team of the town where you go to school, so you will
probably know some of them"
"I didn't know that they were going to be our opponents today. Do you have
a list with the members of that team"
"Yeah I do, I will get them for you".
We walked towards his office and he handed me the list with names. There
was only one on the list who I knew it was Michel who was also in my gym
class. I didn't know he was playing badminton also.
"I waited until the others arrived and we had a small pep and tactics talk
of our coach. At 9:30 the lockers would be opened and we could get changed.
When we came at the lockers it seemed that there was only one available for
us and our opponents. They weren't their yet. We quickly changed and when
we were almost finished they arrived.
I saw Michel right away and said Hi to him. But because our team was ready
to go into the hall, I had not a change to say more to him. Then, on the
way out, I saw there coach. It was the guy whom cock I sucked the evening
before. He recognized me and smiled. He also seemed to have noticed that I
said Hi to Michel because he went towards him and start talking to him.
I quickly walked into the gym hall. Normally I would have to play in the
third match of that day and if needed in the last one. I stayed close to
our coach and waited until he would receive the list with the exact matches
on it. Both teams were allowed to give the names for the matches 30 minutes
before the start. Before that you didn't know against whom you had to play.
I saw that the referee gave the list to the coach and I tried to get as
close to him as possible.
"Do you know anyone of the team Tim" Coached asked.
"Yes, there should be a Michel on the list".
"Well he is going to be your opponent today. Do you know anything of him?"
"No, I didn't even knew he played badminton".
I went towards the side of the court and waited until my match would start.
I looked at Michel a few times and as at their Coach. Both kept on smiling
towards me. Then we had to come to the referee and start the game.
When we were ready to start. Michel asked me, "Are you wearing the
jockstrap know?"
I turned a little bit red and answered: "No of course not."
"So I don't have to be afraid you are going to pop a boner over here" he
asked.
I was totally confused and when the referee started the game I had lost the
first points before I came to my senses again. The first set I did lose
because of this. I had no chance to come back. When we changed to the other
side, Michel waited again for me and asked, "Do you want to make a wager
on the match?"
"Why?" I asked.
"Just to make it a little bit more interesting."
"Okay, what would you like to wager about?"
"Our coach made a suggestion about that. The loser has to go with him in
the lockers after the match."
"And then?" I asked.
"Well he didn't say what then".
The referee signaled that we had to continue and it seemed that Michel had
a head start again. I was still puzzled about what their coach would like
to with me, after last night. This time I had a chance to come back and win
the set. We changed again from sides and started the last set. Michel
seemed to play his best and I could just keep up with up. When we came to
the last points he just started to go over his crotch with his hand. He got
my attention again and I lost my concentration. So it was easy for him to
make the last few points and win the game.
I walked back towards my own coach and he said, well played Tim, its a
shame you lost those last few points. I looked towards the coach of the
opponents and saw that he was walking towards the lockers. He looked back
to me and he winked me (I thought).
I looked at my own coach and said: "Is it ok if I go refresh myself"
"That is OK Tim, if you have to play in the last game I will let you
know. But that depends on the outcome of the two matches who are busy at
this moment".
I walked towards the lockers and saw that Michel came up just behind me.
When I entered the lockers their Coach was siting on one of the benches.
"There you are," he said. "I didn't expected to see you this soon after
yesterday evening".
I wanted to answer, but then Michel came in. "Well coach come on," he
agreed on the wager so he has to pay up".
"What do I have to do" I asked. Glad that the Coach didn't go on about last
night.
"Well Tim, isn't it I have a agreement with my team that on special
occasion we made sure that there is something at stake at our training
matches. Especially when I have to make a choice for a important game."
"The loser has to suck cock"
I looked at Michel. He laughed and said, "Go on, on your knees. I want to
see this". He sat down beside the coach.
I went down on my knees and crawled towards the coach. He opened his
trousers and the same cock as the night before was again in front of my
mouth.
"Just a little bit closer" the coach said.
I started to go towards the coaches' cock and went around the top with my
lips and tongue. I sucked and then took it in my mouth as far as I could. I
started to suck and Michel started to cheer me on.
"Your going ok, little cocksucker," he said, "Go on"
When I looked up I saw he was stroking his cock trough his gym short. It
looked quite big.
"Oh I am coming, am coming" the Coach said.
A moment later the cum spurted in my mouth and I started to swallow. I
looked at Michel who had taken his cock out of his trousers. It was bigger
than that from the coach.
"You want it, don't you?" he asked in a way he already knew the answer.
I turned my head around and with a little bit of cum in my mouth I started
to lick the top of his cock. He reacted almost at the same time. His dick
got even bigger and harder. I went down on his shaft with my lips and took
his balls in my mouth. He moaned and started to breath heavily.
I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck. I could already sense that
Michel was enjoying him self and that it wouldn't take long before he would
came. I started to make a plan. I wanted to kiss Michel after he came while
I had still some cum of him in my mouth. He started to breathe more heavily
and a moment later his cum found a way out of his cock into my mouth. I
swallowed the first two loads but could keep the third and fourth load in
my mouth. I looked towards Michel and saw he was enjoying it with his eyes
closed. I stood up and leaned forward. At the moment Michel opened his eyes
I gave him a kiss and because he wasn't prepared he opened his mouth quite
easily. I opened my mouth and shared his cum with him. It took almost 30
seconds, I didn't give him a chance to stop.
"That was great" I said, when we ended the kiss.
"That was gross you mean". Still a little surprised by what I did.
"You liked it," I asked.
"Well, I had to be relieved so it was good you did it". He already started
to make what had happened as if I did him a favor instead of that he
enjoyed himself.
He put his trousers on and the coach said: "well come on you two lets go
back before we will be missed".
"I will come in a moment, you can go,n" I said.
I stayed there a moment to think about what had happened. I enjoyed it. I
started to think what I would tell Michel the next time I would see him.
Was he going to say something. I just didn't know and at that time I just
couldn't care.
When I went back to the hall the last match was just finished and when I
looked at the score board I saw that the game was tied so I was supposed to
play the last match in a moment. I walked towards the coach and he was glad
to see me.
"Are you ready for this"
"I will give it my best-shot coach" I replied.
The match went superb. I was in my best form ever and won the match in two
games. I was the center of everything that happened afterwards. We had a
big party and just loved to be around the guys. I went home quite late
around midnight. When I came in I saw that the lights were still on in the
living room.
My father was still sitting there.
"You are to late, son. I said yesterday that you were grounded for a week.
That week started today. What I am I going to do about you. You are
becoming more and more a nuisance."
"But we won, as you knew and we had a party afterwards."
"I know, but that is no excuse. We will discuss your behavior at the end
of this week so you have some time to improve".
"Go to you bed know, and I don't want to see you out of your room
tomorrow."
"But dad"
"No, no arguing go to your room." My farther voice became angry so I thought
it was the best way to go upstairs.
I stayed the whole Sunday in my room. I started to think about what would
happen on Monday at school.
Story to continue reactions are welcome: noway16@hotmail.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jeff-and-rob | From: YNKY32A@prodigy.com (Robert Cline) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: STORY: Jeff and Rob (m/m,bondage, tickling Date: 1 Jul 1995 02:50:28 GMT Distribution: world X-Newsreader: Version 1.2 This is my first collaberation. One of my readers sent me an outline after learning I lift at the gym. I liked it enough that I tried to create a story from it. Hope you like it. As usual, comments and suggestions are always appreciated. Rob For all you first time readers, m/m means man to man situations. If that is not your scene, please refrain from bringing any of these stories up in the future. Jeff and Rob at the Gym a story by Jeff and Rob When Rob got to the gym, he was a little surprised to see that only one other person was working out. As he signed in at the front desk, the clerk greeted him. "Hi, man! It's dead in here tonight. I'm going to get something to eat, so go ahead and workout. I'll be back shortly." The clerk left as Rob went into the locker room to change. After changing, Rob walked over to a bench and threw his bag down. He was wearing a tight pair of black workout/biking shorts and a white muscle shirt that covered virtually none of his smooth muscular chest. After some stretching, he walked started adding weight to the barbell on the bench and began to warm up with some light bench presses. The other guy at the gym was working out a few feet away. His name was Jeff, and he and Rob had worked out together in the past. "How's it goin'?" Jeff asked. "Good. Where the hell is everyone tonight?" "There's a powerlifting contest going on at the high school. The place will probably be deserted the rest of the night." "Well, how 'bout giving me a spot", Rob said as he added two more 45 lb plates to the bar. "No problem." They never noticed the two men who had entered the gym. Jeff was the first to realize something when he felt the barrel of a shot gun against his back. "Everyone! Down on the floor! NOW!" shouted one of the men. Jeff and Rob quickly fell to the ground. One of the intruders went back up front, locked the door and placed the "CLOSED" sign in the window. The other intruder stood over the two lying face down on the floor and said, "OK assholes, where's the money?" Jeff yelled back, "How the hell do we know! We don't work here!" Rob added "We just work out here. The guy at the desk went to get something to eat. He's the one who would know where the money is." "Well, we'll just have to wait for him, won't we", the gunman said. "And in the meantime, we'll have to keep ourselves entertained." Jeff and Rob became apprehensive, wondering what he meant by that statement. "Both of you, strip down, NOW" he yelled. Rob and Jeff quickly got up and stripped off all their clothes. Both were wearing tight jock straps underneath their clothes. When these were removed, both were standing bare ass naked. The gunman yelled for his accomplice to bring him "the bag". "You! Over there!" the gunman yelled at Rob, "Get your ass on the bench and lay down." Rob did as he was told. "And you." pointing to Jeff, "add some more plates to the bar. Hurry your ass up and get them on." Jeff added two more 45 pound plates to each end of the bar before the gunman was satisfied The gunman turned back to Rob. "Now, put your hands on the bar and spread them all the way over to the stand. Now keep them there." Next he threw a pile of rope to Jeff. "Tie your buddy's wrists to the bar and stand. And if you know what's good for you, they better be tight as shit." Jeff started doing what he was told. He leaned over to Rob, "Sorry man. I hope you don't get mad at me for this." "Hey, you don't have a choice. I understand." After finishing tying Rob's wrists, Jeff was thrown some more rope. He was instructed to tie a rope around Rob's ankles, securing the other end to a machine across from the bench. "Now, grab your jock strap over there and stuff it all the way in his mouth." Jeff went over and retrieved his jock. "It figures, the one time that I haven't washed my jock for several days. Well, I hope Rob doesn't notice.". Jeff thought to himself as he picked up the jock. He took his sweaty jock and stuffed it into Rob's mouth. A roll of adhesive tape was thrown to Jeff and he was told to wrap it around Rob's head a couple of times to keep the jock in. Rob's eyes began to water from the taste of the jock. "Now get your ass over here and straddle your buddy. Put your cock right on his. That's it." The gunman picked up a piece of rope and began tying the two rapidly hardening cocks together. "I think you two must like each other or something." Jeff decided not to answer that, even though the situation was making him very excited. The gunman took another piece of rope and tied Jeff's hands tightly behind his back. Rob's jock was roughly shoved in his mouth, and tape was wrapped around his head four times. He then pushed Jeff down on top of Rob, putting more pressure on their now rock hard cocks. Jeff's ankles were roped together, and then a rope was tied, connecting the four feet together. As he was tying the feet together, Rob squirmed every time the gunman's hand touched the bottom of his feet. "You guys look mighty nice all tied like that. I hope you're comfy. You won't be much longer." His partner had brought up a portable bench and sat it right behind the two pairs of feet. He reached into the bag and took out a couple of artist's paint brushes, gave one to his partner, and sat down on the bench. His partner sat beside him. "Let's see what effect this has." The two men started running the brushes up and down the soles of the two victims. The effect was immediate, as both feet responded by jerking. "This should be fun." Jeff and Rob started laughing in their well gagged mouths. Jeff started squirming on top of Rob as his feet were being tickled. Since his upper body wasn't strapped down, he could slide around on Rob's sweaty body as much as he wanted. The only problem this created was the pull felt on their engorged cock and balls. This pulling caused each of them to become more and more aroused. The effect was not lost on the ticklers. They were working their brushes feverously; running the brush between their toes; using the other end of the brush and go up and down their soles; and using their fingers to drive their sensitive feet crazy. Jeff and Rob were in a major predicament. The more Jeff squirmed, the more aroused the two of them became. The more aroused they were, the more ticklish they became. The more ticklish they were, the more Jeff squirmed. It was a circle that was getting more and more out of control. Something was going to happen soon. One of the gunman stood up and straddled the two victims. He started tickling the ribs of Jeff and Rob. This was too much for Jeff. All of a sudden his body stiffened, and he shot a huge load onto their stomachs. When Rob felt the warm fluid hit his body, he went over the edge also. For a couple of minutes, the gunmen stopped tickling and watched their two spent victims. "I see they enjoyed this. But the clerk isn't back yet, and I still want to be entertained!" With that, the gunmen started tickling their bodies again. This had an immediate and startling effect on Jeff and Rob, as they were now even more sensitive after cumming. One of the gunmen started running his fingers up and down their bound legs. The other attacked Rob's exposed ribs and pits. Their cum mixed in with the sweat between their bodies, causing Jeff and Rob to become even more slippery. Their bound cocks remained hard. They were both trying to plead for the gunmen to quit, but their gags prevented any recognizable sound from exiting. Tears were flowing down both their faces. The gunmen only stopped when they heard the front door open. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-encounter | Date: Fri, 5 Mar 1999 00:08:13 EST From: Darian McCrae Subject: The Encounter (aka Slaveboy) The Encounter: PART 1 As I pulled into the almost vacant parking lot, excitement overwhelmed my body. I was finally going to meet him. After all the weeks of e-mailing, phone calls, and talking online, I was finally going to meet one of the cutest, most adorable guys I had ever seen. My eyes darted all over the place looking for his truck. Then I spotted it, sitting off by itself at the far end of the lot. I was so happy to see it that my foot accidentally hit the accelerator and my car lurched forward suddenly. I felt really stupid as I pulled into the small spot next to him. As I put the car in park, he look up at me from the driver's seat in his truck and smiled his incredible smile. I returned the smile with one of my own and quickly shut off the car. We both jumped out of our modes of transportation and made out way around to the back of my car. Without any hesitation, we embraced and hugged each other for what seemed like forever, but still wasn't long enough. His big, strong arms held me tightly, my tiny body pressed close to his large bear body. He was just as wonderful as I had imagined: cute, adorable, soft, and huggable. I could've stayed in his arms forever. Soon we separated enough to look into each other's eyes. We both still were smiling incredibly large smiles and he leaned forward and gave me a light kiss. His lips were wet and soft as our mouths met for a quick instant. The little, bushy, yet neatly trimmed, moustache and goatee on his charming face tickled my bare chin and lip but sent chills down my spin with ardor. I couldn't wait to find out what he had in store for me. We decided to leave my car in the lot and both hopped into his truck. As we got on our way he reached over and took my hand. His paw was warm and friendly and I gripped it with confidence. It was like a dream come true. He drove us to a small inn down the road a ways and parked his car in the back lot. We both were reluctant to release our firmly clasped hands but had to in order to get out of the car. He led me to a door in the back and opened it for me like a true gentleman. In his soft voice he said with a smile, "After you." I almost melted with adoration. I stepped through the door and found myself at the bottom of a stairwell. "Third floor, " he said as he closed the door behind us. We trekked up the stairs and went through the door with the large white `3' painted on it. It opened into a nicely carpeted long hallway. He pointed over my shoulder to the left and we walked down the hall together until we came to room 311. As he opened the door, I felt a ping of excitement rush through my body from all directions, all colliding in the sensitive spot between my legs. In the dimly lit room was a double bed and a long dresser/counter where a T.V. sat. Past the bed was a table with nice cushioned chairs. On the table sat a pair of handcuffs, rope, and a bandanna. I turned around and looked at my close friend with a slight grin of surprise and exhilaration. He took me by the shoulders and lowered me down till I was sitting on the bed. Our eyes never left each other. "I've been waiting for this for a while now, " he whispered lovingly. His soft hand caressed my short, reddish hair. I looked longingly into his eyes and reached my small arms around his beautiful body. I loved the feel of his soft stomach against my cheek as I drew his close to me and he leaned down and kissed the top of my head. As I held him, he reached down and started to lift up the back of my t-shirt. I raised my hands above my head and he slid it off quickly but affectionately. I tugged at his shirt but he grabbed my hands and said, with surprising force, "Not yet. You'll do this my way." His forceful tone intrigued me and suddenly I realized that I was to be his little slave boy. I had no objections so I let him dominate me all that he wanted. "Lie down on your back, " he commanded. "Yes, sir, " was my only response. He went over to the table and picked up the handcuffs. Turning slowly, he smiled an incredible smile that sent me over the top. I had felt a constant rise in the area just south of the border the whole time and his beautiful smile drove me crazy. My cock shot up to attention as he walked over to me and commanded me to roll over. "Yes, sir, " I answered softly. As I laid on my stomach, he pulled my arms behind me and slipped the cold metal cuffs around my small wrists. As they clicked in place, he pulled my arms tight behind me. I felt his warm breath on my neck as he leaned over to whisper in my ear: "You're so cute, my little slave boy." His voice was soft and soothing and my body went limp. He pressed his large bear body against my back and lightly kissed the nape of my neck. The soft, wet lips were comforting, and chills ran down my spine. Slowly he kissed his way down my back, letting his tongue emerge every so often to tenderly lick my sensitive skin. His hands, soft and caring, roamed around my back, rubbing and touching, getting the feel of my body, learning every crevice. When he finished experimenting with my back, lightly but forcefully he rolled me over. I stared into his beautiful eyes as he bent over to kiss me. Our lips met and he suddenly lifted me up and wrapped his arms around me. We kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity, our tongues playing happily together inside our united mouths. Releasing his grasp on my tiny body, he drew off his shirt and exposed a soft hairy chest and stomach, just the kind I longed for. He saw my eyes sparkle and stepped closer to me, pulling my head tight to his furry belly. The hair tickled at first but then I began to lovingly rub my head up and down his tummy, feeling the hair pass against my cheek. He stroked my hair affectionately as we experienced our flesh meeting for the first time. I sat back and stared up into his beautiful eyes once again and he pushed me back to lie on my back. I gave out a yelp of pain as my cuffed hands dug into the small of my back. Quickly he pulled me up and turned me around. "I'm sorry... I forgot that handcuffs can get kinda painful." I heard a click and the cuffs were off in a flash. Then his hands were on my shoulders rubbing and soothing my body. I closed my eyes with intense pleasure and he leaned forward and began to kiss my neck again. I reached behind me and stroked the soft hair on his head. His hairy belly and chest were lightly touching my back, making my spine tingle with delight. His hands wandered down my back, feeling and touching me all over, stopping on my small ass. He gave a little squeeze that made me jump in surprised pleasure, then he was gone. The Encounter: PART 2 I looked over my shoulder and saw him back at his table of goodies again. He picked up the rope this time and swiftly made his way back over to me. I knew what was next and laid down on the bed against the head board, doing a spread eagle for my adorable teddy-bear. Without hesitation, he tied my hands to the bed posts. The knots were tight and the rope was rough against my soft skin. When he finished tying my arms, his hands wandered yet another time over my body, this time over my scrawny chest and weak stomach. His touch tickled a little and I giggled as he passed his hand over my belly. As he bent over and started to kiss my chest his hands went to work on unbuttoning the jean-shorts I had on. I faintly heard the zip of the zipper from my state of euphoric ecstasy and then my mind flew into disarray as his mouth surrounded and teased my left nipple. As his moist tongue caressed my nipple, I boosted my waist and ass up in the air to allow him to remove my shorts. His hands slowly slid the coarse material down my thighs, releasing my fully erect cock to breath, held back only by my small jock strap. His lips left my nipple and kissed down my stomach while his hands continued to slide the shorts down my legs and off my feet. He tossed them away and turned his attention immediately back to me. I looked down across my lean chest and stomach and saw him staring longingly at my six inch dick. I could tell he wanted it, so I lifted it up a little, offering it to him. He kissed it lightly through my jock-strap, his compassionate lips touching the tip and shaft of my cock repeatedly. He was driving me wild and knew it. Then he produced another rope which I hadn't seen before. I nodded excitedly and suddenly his hand grasped my jock-strap and ripped it off with one giant swoop of his huge arm. My cock popped free and he stared at it the whole time he tied my feet to the bed posts at the foot of the bed. When he finished strapping me in, he stood back and admired his handy work. He could tell I was restless and wanted his mouth around my horny dick, so he slowly walked over to me and started to rub and caress and kiss and lick my whole body, intentionally avoiding the one spot I wanted it the most. I whimpered in need of his lips around me and his face was suddenly in front of me. "I want you, slave boy, " he whispered. I let out a low moan and he said, "I know you want it, but you don't get it until I say so. So just wait, and you'll get yours." Then he began to kiss his way south, heading for the area waiting for him between my legs, making me wait as long as he could. He paused to kiss and lick my navel and then ventured down a little further. But, just before he reached the sweet spot, he stopped and slid back up my body to speak to me. I laid there in an unquenchable euphoric state and realized that he knew he was torturing me and we continue to do so until I could bare it no more. "Know what?" he said with a sly grin, "I think it'll be my turn first." Immediately I knew what he meant and he untied my arms and legs quickly, only to retie my hands together behind my back. He pulled me off the bed and pushed me down on my knees before him. As I stared straight into his crotch, I saw the outline of a huge appendage waiting to be released from its captivity in his loose shorts. It was the largest I had ever seen up that close and at once I wanted it. My eyes shifted from his package to his handsome face and he spoke in hushed yet forceful words. "Get my shorts off, slave boy. And only use your teeth, nothing more." My face lit up with glee as he gave me this order. I dove right in and began working, tugging and pulling, yanking and biting, ripping away with my teeth as fast as I could. Finally I got the button undone and chomped down on the zipper and pulled down as hard as I could. His fly opened with surprising ease and I started to ease the shorts down his legs, exposing bare skin as I pulled further and further. Finally I got his shorts down to his ankles and looked back up to see a seven inch cock staring me straight in the face. My jaw dropped open in astonishment at his beautiful penis and he took this to his advantage and shoved his overgrown member into my mouth. I wasn't quite expecting it and half choked as it hit the back of my throat. I quickly adjusted and began sucking and sliding back and forth, creating a hot friction between my lips and his dick. His hands were on my head, helping me with the pumping motion, stroking and caressing my hair all the while. As I continued to provide my love with pleasure, I glanced up at his face. What I saw made me hornier than ever. His head was tilted back and his mouth was wide open, his whole face twisted in sexual pleasure. He wanted this just as much as I did and how I did give it to him. After what seemed like an endless blow-job, I felt his hands grab the hair on the back of my head and give a slight tug. I knew he was about to shoot his load, and I clamped my lips shut and took in as much of him as I could. Suddenly, I felt an extremely large amount of hot, thick cum spraying the back of my throat. Before I had a chance to taste it, most of it began to run down my throat and I was forced to swallow it all down. I sucked him as dry as I could and continued to suck until he began to fade. Each time I ran my tongue over the tip of his cock, his body would shudder and twitch with excitement and unbearable pleasure. As I withdrew my satisfied lips from his body, he picked me up and pushed me back down on the bed. As quickly as they were untied, my hands and feet were retied to the posts on the bed and my lover went to work on me once again. He kissed here and rubbed there, licked here and sucked there, slowly making his way down to my still rock solid cock. The Encounter: PART 3 I waited and waited to feel the sensation of my cock being surrounded by his wet lips, but the feeling never came. Suddenly I felt something cool and smooth rubbing against my balls and shaft. I looked down and saw a strange apparatus wrapped around my balls, tugging at them and pulling them further and further away from my body. Attached to this leather ring around my balls was a chain that I saw my divine love tying to the bed post at my right foot. The sensation of my balls being pulled away from me was practically intolerable. It drove me wild just the same, and my cock became even harder than it was, something I thought was impossible. He glanced up at my youthful face when he completed this task and smiled once again. "You like that, do you, slave boy? I knew you would." He spoke loud and clear this time. "Oh, " he added a bit quieter, as if almost embarrassed to say so, "for a sixteen-year-old, you have one incredible set of lips I have ever experienced." I opened my mouth to reply and it was suddenly filled with the bandanna. "See how you like being gagged as well as bound, my little serving boy," he said, changing the subject quickly. He lifted my head and I held it there while he tied off the bandanna behind my head. "Maybe, if you're good, I'll let you have another taste. But for now--" His voice trailed off as he leaned down and began to kiss and lick and taste my slightly haired inner thighs. He seemed to know each and every sweet spot on my body and attacked this one with just enough vigor to drive me mad. Each kiss, each touch from his tongue, sent my body shivering uncontrollably. Then I felt a wetness on my balls. He had begun to please me in the way I had been waiting for. He took both of my balls into his mouth easily with them bound in the leather strap carefully encased around them. He sucked and licked and pleased my balls for an infinite amount of time without pausing. My body tingled with utter delight as his mouth began to slow down and prepare to move in for the kill. His downy lips kissed each of my balls as if to say farewell and began to ascend up the shaft of my cock. He shot out his tongue as he reached the top and teased the head of my dick for a moment. I moaned incessantly as he continued to explore the outside of my dick. When he finished his examination of my crotch, he paused to look at what he was about to take on. I waited for his lips to embrace me and finally the fire of sexual tension in my head and between my legs was extinguished as he took at least four inches of my cock into his mouth. He sucked and sucked and occasionally stroked my dick for a while. I could feel the gratification building up inside me as I edged closer and closer to ejaculating. After a lengthy span of time, I finally felt the feeling that all men experience before coming. My body tensed up and he sucked harder as I arched my back and pressed my crotch into his face. The load I shot was large and hot. He swallowed it all with no hesitation and continued on sucking until I had nothing left to give to him. I was completely spent, but my love continued to suck on my diminishing erection as my body tingled with exuberance. When I had nothing left to give him, he kissed his way up to my lips and suddenly I was tasting my own cum. It was sweet and rich and sent wild chills down my spine. The passionate kiss lasted for a few moments, all the while his hands working on exciting me again, which was quite easy for my hirsute friend. His cock grew at the same time he was working me back up and we reached our full potentials at the same time. With my cock hard and ready, he jumped up and went back over to the table. From it, he retrieved a small can of Vaseline which I hadn't seen there before and brought it back over to the bed. Immediately he was lubricating up my cock with the clear unscented cream and each touch from his paw sent shivers through my body as I thought of what he was going to do next. Finally, with my dick drenched in Vaseline, my furry friend climbed on top of me and squatted over my waiting cock. Slowly he lowered himself onto my cock, facing me, and I tried to steer myself into his hot hole. His ass-cheeks spread apart as my dick slid in-between them and quickly found his opening. He continued to slid down my shaft, taking me further and further into him, soft moans escaping his lips every now and then. About five inches down I thought that he was as low as he could go but then he put just a little more weight back and slid the rest of me inside him. As his ass pressed down and touched my stomach he gave out a loud sigh of pain and pleasure. I could feel the heat inside his warm body and I wriggled my dick around inside him to give him some pleasure right away. My movement startled him and he immediately started to slid up and down on my cock, squeezing his ass-cheeks together every so often. While he moved his body up and down, working my cock like a hand, he grabbed his own dick and started to jerk off. He used the left over Vaseline on his hand to lube it up. He increased the speed of my fucking him as he increased the speed of his hand on his cock. Soon I felt the cum traveling through my body, towards the tip of dick. "I'm coming!" I mumbled through the bandanna right before I shot a huge load of steaming white cum into his body. There was so much that it started to ooze out of his ass bit by bit. He continued to jerk himself of as he lowered himself all the way down once again and stayed there. I could tell that having me that deep inside him caused him some pain but he was the one who could change that, not me. "Open up, " he commanded me. Immediately my mouth was open. He scrunched his face up tight, stroking faster and faster until his body suddenly jerked back and he released a stream of cum right into my face. It sprayed all over my face and ran down towards my mouth. What I caught in my mouth I quickly swallowed and then shot my tongue out to try and lick up what I could. My dick slowly began to shrink back down to it's normal size and he stood up and released it back into the air. A slight slurping sound happened when I slid out of him as the air rushed in through his cum-soaked hole. Some of his cum had landed on my stomach and chest and he scooped it up with his finger and fed it too me like a mother would feed her baby. As I swallowed the last drop, he was starting to release the chain connected to the leather ring around my balls. He removed the love toy and then proceeded to until my feet and hands from the bed posts. When I was once again free, I untied the bandana from my mouth and handed it back to him. He shook his head and told me to keep it as a memoir of our meeting. We assisted each other in dressing and then went back out to his truck. The drive back to the parking lot where we left my car was silent. He laid his paw upon my small hand and smiled at me repeatedly as he drove me back. When we reached my car, I stepped out of his truck and he met me behind my car. Just as we had met, we departed with a large, loving bear-hug. I didn't want to let go of my new very close friend, but I had to. We both returned to our respective vehicles and drove away, satisfied and fulfilled... until our next meeting. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-cave | Date: Mon, 3 Apr 2000 16:07:32 -0700 (PDT) From: rimpigfl Subject: THE CAVE - Part 1 DISCLAIMER: This is a story. It is NOT true. Well, it's not exactly true. The story is based on my experiences in that Cathedral of Consensual Depravity - the MINESHAFT in New York City. It was long before "the Epidemic". It certainly was a "learning experience" for me to go there. I will ever be grateful to my friend Fred for introducing me to it. This story is written in his memory. For those of you lucky enough to have gone there, you will know that I have not attempted to describe the Mineshaft. Only the experiences are what I have tried to convey. What I have described is the type of place I would design, if we ever can have this type of free and open sex again. This story is about a lot of different types of fetish sex, and my special favorite - watersports. If this isn't your thing, I'm sure there's something good on the Disney Channel. Why don't you go watch it and let the rest of the men open their pants and enjoy.... THE CAVE - Part 1 by RimPig 2000 The doorway was hard to see in the dimly lit alley way. The buddy who told Joe about the place had never been there himself. He'd only heard about it from other guys. He told Joe about it as a joke, but Joe had listened very closely while appearing not to be interested at all. But he was interested! This was no joke to him. It sounded like a piece of heaven - or hell! A place where guys went and anything - and that meant ANYTHING goes! What had especially peaked Joes interest was when his buddy mentioned that there were special rooms which included one for guys into getting pissed on. Now, Joe had never been pissed on, or pissed on anybody for that matter - but he wanted to. He'd dreamed about having some stud's golden piss cover his body as he'd jacked off his hefty, uncut cock or pissed on himself in the shower, but that just didn't have the same effect. Growing up in a little town in Nebraska, just giving or getting blowjobs with his buddies on the high school football and wrestling teams had seeemd like the depths of depravity. But he remembered watching some of the other young studs as they pissed at the urinals beside him or in the shower and wanting desperately for that yellow jock piss to be going all over him. So Joe had worked hard, becoming a decent football player and a state champion wrestler. Enough to earn an atheletic scholarship to a university far away from the narrow minds in Nebraska. Somewhere Joe could explore all of his sexual fantasies without the prying eyes and ears of small-town America. And tonight, maybe his fantasies would finally become reality. At 20 years old and 6 foot tall with dark auburn hair and green eyes, Joe was afraid that he was too young to get into the place. He stood in line with several guys who all seemed to be in their late twenties or early thirties watching the dark haired hunk who was the doorman collecting the entrance fees. The doorman stood at least 6 foot 4 inches and had the most well developed chest and arms Joe had ever seen - and he'd seen a LOT of jocks in his life. They guy's torso tapered down to an impossibly small waist and then bulged out to massive thighs and a crotchmound that had Joe's mouth literally salivating. A square-cut jaw and seemingly easy smile was below piercing, ice-blue eyes. They guy was drinking a beer as he took the entry fees and what Joe wouldn't give to have some of the guy's beer - recycled through that stud body and out that stud cock. When it was Joe's turn, the guy didn't even ask him for ID. "Welcome to The Cave. That's $20 bucks entrance" and smiled at Joe. "You can check your clothes around the corner inside" And raising the beer to his lips, he said "Have fun, man! Hope to see you later inside!" Joe smiled at the hunk, who smiled back and took another swallow of the beer. Joe watched his adam's apple move as he swalloed the golden liquid, thinking again of how it would have to come out of the stud's body and hoping it would be all over him. Joe went in and found the clothes-check. It was attened by a slender, dark-haired boy who looked no older than 16, but Joe figured he'd have to be at least 18 to even get in here. The boy told Joe that he could check any amount of clothing he wished but not his shoes. "Safety rules." the kid said. Joe checked everything but his heavily soiled jock, worn for months without washing until it was full of piss and cum stains. Joe asked the kid about the layout of the place. "There's a main corridor off the bar area that you can go down. All the way in the back is where the bathtubs are. Each of the rooms along the corridor is set up for different types of play - each with a special theme. You'll see what I mean. In the area where the tubs are is the only place you can go barefoot. There are shelves back there where you can put them." Joe didn't exactly know what the bathtubs were all about but figured it might have something to do with piss since you could take your shoes off back there. But he decided to check out all the other rooms first to see what other possible delights this place held. The first room he came to had a Harley Davidson motorcycle in the middle of the room, lit in a circle of light by a spotlight hanging from the ceiling. A young blonde boy was tied across the seat and frame and was being flogged with a black leather flogger by a man dressed head to toe in black leather. The flogger appeared to have a handle and many tongues' of black leather which hung down from it about 2 feet. The boy was obviously enjoying the activity. His rigid cock could be seen hanging down below his spread ass which was the color of cherry red. The man inflicting the blows on the boy appeared to be about 35 with dark hair and moustashe. He wore a leather officer's cap, harness, armbands, vest, boots and chaps. His crotch was completely uncovered and he sported a 10 inch erection growing out of a hairy pubic mound. His large balls hung down below the size of very large eggs. The sweat glistened on his body and dripped from his sweaty nuts as he continued to rain blows on the young blonde's body. Several other men were in the room, either naked or nearly so, playing with their hard cocks while watching the boy being flogged. Though the idea of this type of pain didn't necessarily appeal to Joe, the man in black leather did. Joe longed to kneel at his feet and lick the sweat that was dripping from his balls. Joe slowly moved closer to the scene going on until he was just inside the edge of the circle of light. It was then that the man in leather noticed him. "You want some of this, boy?" the man growled at him, indicating the flogger. "No, sir!" Joe answered, automatically answering with the honorific as if he'd been trained to be subserviant to the man. "But I would love to lick the sweat from your balls!" Joe didn't know where the guts had come from to make this kind of open answer. He guessed the atmosphere of the place was working on him already. It certainly had worked on his cock which stood at it's full 10 inches with cocksnot already drooling from the wrinkled foreskin partially covering the head. The man laughed and said, "Sure, boy, you come lick the sweat off my nuts while I give this pussyboy some more punishment before I fuck his red ass!" Joe immediately went to his knees before the man and buried his face in the man's fragrant crotch. The smell of the leather-stud's balls was a mixture of heavy mansweat, leather and some raunch that Joe couldn't quite identify but figured it was somebody's ass-goo from an earlier fuck. The stud's raunchy crotch odor hit Joe's nose and traveled to his brain like a strong hit of amyl. Joe's tongue came out and he immediately began to lick the dripping sweat off the stud's large nuts. He licked the man's balls and gently began to suck them, one at a time, into his mouth. "That's it, boy!" the leather-stud growled, "Suck on my nuts. Get em all wet with your cocksucking mouth!" The stud continued to flog the boy tied across the motorcycle, now raining blows on his back and thighs as well as his already red ass. This went on for quite a while as Joe continued to feast on the guy's nuts and crotch, licking around the base of the man's thick cock and up into his sweaty pubic hair. Finally, the stud threw down the flogger and pushed Joe's head out of his crotch. Joe looked up into the man's cruel dark eyes. "Suck my cock, boy! Get it wet so I can shove it up this pussyboy's ass!" Joe needed no further instruction. He immediately took the man's cock into his mouth, savoring the sweet taste of the man's cocksnot which was pouring out of his piss-slit. His cock tasted like it had already been up some young, hot ass and Joe feasted on the raunchy taste. After he had gotten the cock well lubed with his saliva, the stud again pushed Joes mouth off and gave him further orders. "Get over there and get that pussy wet for me, boy!" Joe crawled over to the motorcycle and buried his face in the boy's red ass. The heat from the boy's ass-cheeks was warm on Joes face and the sweat and musk in the boy's ass tasted and smelled delicious to Joe. He eagerly ate out the boy's tart, sweaty ass crack and began shoving his tongue in the boy's pliant hole. The heat inside the boy's butthole was phenomenal! Joe was almost afraid he'd burn his tongue up the boy's ass. The sphincter of the boys ass began to suck on Joe's tongue just like it was a cock as Joe began to fuck it in and out of the hole. The inside of the boy's ass tasted even tarter and rauchier than the ass-trench had and Joe feasted on the hole, locking his lips around it and sucking. He nibbled on the boy's ass-lips and snorted more and more of the kid's raunchy ass odor. He was in heaven!!! Finally, the leather-stud pulled him out of the boy's ass in preparation for the fuck. "Since you like ass so much, boy, get behind me and suck on my asshole and nuts while I fuck this pussy!" The man stood with his legs spread apart and Joe quickly got behind him and spread his ass cheeks. The man had dark hair all over his ass and there was a thick growth of it in the ass-trench. Joe watched as the man shoved his cock in the boy's hole with one thrust of his hips and then buried his face in the stud's ass while the stud held his cock inside the boy, letting him get used to the size of it. The stud obviously had either had a hard night or had not showered for several days. His butt was far rauchier than any ass-trench that Joe had ever had his face in before. But the smell of stud-ass was overpowering to Joe. He began to lick and suck at the man's hole like a pig snorting in a trough! He licked up and down the raunchy, greasy trench and sucked on the abundance of dark smelly hair growing there. He pushed his face forward and locked his lips on the man's gritty asshole and began sucking on the hole while shoving his tongue as far up the stud's fragrant butt as he could reach. The taste of this stud's bowels was tart, tangy and driving Joe over the edge. The stud pulled back, forching Joe's face and tongue even farther into his butt and then began to pound his cock in and out of the boy's ass. Joe moved down and began licking at the man's balls as they swung between his legs while his cock reamed out the boy's ass. As Joe licked, the man's nuts began to contract and move up tighter to the base of his cock. Now Joe could not only lick at the stud's nuts but could lick at the base of his cock as it came out of the boys ass as well. On and on the stud continued to pound the boy's ass as the boy groaned and moved his ass around to make sure that the stud's cock got to every inch of his bowels. Joe reached down and started stroking the boy's cock which caused the boy to moan even louder. Suddenly, the stud shoved his cock in the boy's ass as hard as he could and Joe could feel the stud's balls unloading their heavy load of cum up the boy's ass. The boy began moaning at the same time and Joe quickly went down and took the boy's cock in his mouth just as the kid began shooting a huge wad of boy-cum! Joe had to swallow quickly to get it all, but he wasn't about to miss a drop! The leather-stud pulled out of the boy's ass and looked down at Joe. "You want my load, you know where it is! Go get it, boy!" he said. Joe quickly buried his face in the boy's ass and locked his lips to the boy's obscenely open hole. He began to suck at the orifice and was rewarded with a load of hot, just fucked cum and ass juice from the boy's well-used pussy. Joe thanked the man and he ruffled Joe's hair, giving him a big grin. "You one hot little stud-boy! I'll see you later!" he said and left the room. Now that the action was over, the rest of them men began drifting from the room as well. Joe decided it was time to go explore the other rooms in the corridor. To be continued..... If you liked this, e-mail me at rimpigfl@yahoo.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bandana-boy-put-to-work | From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** ) Subject: BOY AT WORK BY BANDANA BOY (gay) Date: 6 Feb 1996 23:30:52 GMT BANDANA BOY PUT TO WORK by bandanas@powerhouse.co.uk The master prepared Bandana Boy for his day's work on the ranch. It was a hot day and the Master knew that the work would get the boy hot, sweaty and horny. Naked, the boy waited, arms and legs spreadeagled to the wooden columns holding up the barn. The obligatory bandanas were slung around his neck, and the three stuffed into his mouth made his cheeks bulge. They tasted bitter from the cum which had soaked them the previous night when his Master had subjected him to a ruthless bandana wank, making his cock sore yet ache for more. The Master arrived with the restraints. A rubber chastity belt was tightened around his waist and his cock and balls pulled through the hole in the front. The Master pulled the bottom strap tightly back between the boy's legs and used it to secure a wide double door knocker butt plug into Bandana Boy's arse. The whole device was secured with padlocks. Next his cock and balls were wrapped in a bandana and his cock fastened up against the front piece of the chastity belt by tight rubber straps which made any expansion of his cock difficult and very painful. Around the bandana-covered balls the Master locked four metal shackles which stretched and tightened the balls, making them stand well proud of his body. The boy was told to get dressed and he put on a flannel shirt and loose button-fly jeans. He knew what was expected and buttoned the fly around his balls which stuck out through the gaps in the buttons showing his bandana bondage off to the world should it ever stray this way. The Master reached inside the shirt and put clamps on the boy's tits. These he pulled upwards with leather thongs which he clamped onto the boys ear lobes. Each head movement would pull on one or other tit, yet the clamps were so designed to tighten with tension rather than slip. Next Bandana Boy's feet were wrapped in more bandanas and thrust roughly into leather work boots which the Master laced up tightly. Around Bandana Boy's waist the master locked a wide leather belt from each side of which ran a chain which ended in a lockable cuff. The chains were long enough to enable the boy to do his work but short enough to prevent him from reaching his tits or arse or head. The gags in his mouth were secured with a wide folded bandana, another tied as a mask over his nose and mouth and a further one as a cover for his head. Finally his hands were gloved in bandanas so that the only parts of his own anatomy that could be seen were his deep dark eyes looking expectantly at his Master. He worked all day collecting straw, sawing and piling logs, sweeping out the barn and obeying his Master's orders. Never once did he shed a single item despite his arse tingling and twitching from the stimulation of the plug, his mouth aching from the gag, and his bladder bursting to piss the two pints of water he has been told to drink before leaving the house. As it got dark the Master undid the chains and belt and the boy lay face down on the floor. The Master pulled some ropes down from a hook on the wall and secured first the boy's feet, then his hands together, pulling them together until Bandana Boy was just one hog-tied bandana bundle. The ropes pulled his tits harder and pushed the plug deeper into his arse. His balls bore his own weight as they lay sandwiched between his thighs and the hard floor. The Master too had been working hard all day, in the sun and was hot and sweaty. He pulled a bandana out of his pocket and gave himself a final wipe down for the day - soaking up the sweat from under his arms, his forehead and around his crotch and arse. The cloth reeked of his body odours. The Master took the mask off the boy and replaced it with the sodden rag, taking the old mask with him across the floor where he sat against a wall but well within view of the bound boy. He undid the fly of his trousers and pulled out his cock and balls. Massaging them slowly at first with the bandana he worked his cock until it was hard and then stroked it softly but firmly. Soon he could wait no longer and he pumped away until the bandana was soaked with yet more of his body fluids. He stood up and went over to the hog-tied boy whose own cock had tried with difficulty to harden and even now was straining against the rubber straps and bandana bondage. Folding the cun-soaked cloth in two, the Master double- masked the boy and left him for the evening to breathe in his Master's smells and to strain against his bandana bondage. CONTINUATIONS WELCOME... Bandana Boy (aka the masked man) |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/christopher-answers/christopher-answers-16 | Date: Wed, 09 Jun 1999 20:32:45 PDT From: ed swanky Subject: Christopher-answers Ch. 16 If you are underage or graphic sexual stories are prohibited in your community...do not read this. This story is completely fictional. I would appreciate all comments especially those of a constructive or encouraging nature. My e-mail address: edswanky@hotmail.com Christopher Answers Chapter 16 Gary and Tim left the Stadium parking lot and went to the Mall for a bite to eat. It didn't go by unnoticed to Gary that the only table open was the same one that Tom, Dave, Justin and Christopher sat in the previous Saturday. Gary noticed some of his friends at the other side of the mall watching them. Joe and Mike were on the baseball team also, John was not. Joe Panko played first base and Mike Vesca was the right fielder. John Gulley was a football player who didn't care much for baseball. All three of them were seniors. If there were any doubt before, this sighting of Gary with Tim was the clincher. Most people at the school knew that Tim was gay. Gary choosing to fight alongside Justin and Tom at the game was probably proof enough. His action was the equivalent of 'coming out'. They looked to him for guidance in the undeclared war on gays. He was the standard bearer, the 'shun' organizer. They would never understand how he could turn out now to be gay himself. Tomorrow was his day of reckoning and the little boy inside of him was terrified. All Gary had to do though was look at Tim across from the table to know that he did the right thing. Gary didn't understand what ther was about Tim that made him want to swoop him up and carry him back home to his bedroom. Tim was cute, that was obvious, but there was something else besides the physical attraction. From their initial encounter, Gary had sensed a kindred spirit in Tim. It seemed like they had a shared destiny to fulfill, he just wasn't able to verbalize it. Tim was a good listener. This afternoon when Gary poured out his heart, Tim exhibited those traits as he just sat and let the words pour forth. Gary sought absolution and Tim gave it to him unconditionally. After a quick burger and fries, they left the Mall. Tim walked just a half-step ahead and extended his hand to Gary. Gary's peripheral vision was able to capture the magnificent pair of buns that literally flowed as he walked. Gary drove in the direction of his home but stopped the car at the same hidden entrance to the trail where their troubles began. "Do you trust me enough to go back up there? I would like to make that our special place. Please Tim, do this for my sake, I want to replace the bad memories with some good ones. Let's just park there and talk for a little while. There is so much I want to learn about you." Tim was uneasy with the idea but nodded his agreement. Gary pulled off the main road and started the bumpy 2 mile trek up the fire trail. It was about 7PM and the light was starting to fade. He had to be careful, there were bushes and stumps to contend with and the fading light caused them to disappear from view. Gary pulled his car behind the same clump of thick bushes and turned off the engine. The place was scary, especially at this time of the evening. Tim wondered if he had made another mistake. Gary by his own admission needed counseling, 'why did I agree to this'? he thought. In the twilight, he could barely see Gary's face as he sat behind the wheel with his muscular back leaning against the car door. His legs were splayed open just like the last time. He thought he saw Gary pointing to his crotch in the same aggressive manner as before. Tim's heart pounded, his body trembled as his mind raced from one ugly possibility to another. The last scene had Gary with a shovel digging a grave, while his lifeless body lay a few feet away, beaten and raped. He closed his eyes trying to blot out the dire images until he heard Gary say in a voice that sounded like a frightened little boy, "I love you, Tim." All Tim's fears dissipated at once. He opened his eyes, Gary had drawn his knees together, his body was slumped into a much smaller, defensive space. Sitting there was the seven year old boy again, longing to be stroked and held in Tim's loving embrace. Tim moved toward the middle of the seat, opened his arms and allowed the youngster to press his head under the crook of his arm. Gary needed a lot of help. There was a small boy here who had never been allowed to grow and develop emotionally. He was scared, vulnerable and trapped inside the body of a fully developed, muscular young man. It would take a long time, Tim thought, but he wanted to be there to nurture and guide the boy, who he hoped would become his emotional and sexual equal. Gary would have been content to stay wrapped securely in Tim's arms, he was terrified. "Follow me", Tim said. He exited out the passenger side and Gary was directly behind. Compared to him, Gary was large by all standards. Yet here he was, the athlete, the senior, hanging on to every word of a smaller sophomore non-athlete. Strip out of those clothes, fold them and hand them to me. Without question, Gary did what he said. Tim knew what was best for him, Gary reasoned. Tim looked at the naked body, the covered head of Gary's cock framed in a bush of black pubic hair, the trail of black fuzz that shrouded his chest and back, he was a boy in a man's body. Tim quickly stripped off his own clothes, he was by contrast, thin and smooth, hardly the type to be in command of an athlete like Gary. At this point, Gary needed orders, he needed to be told what to do, and when. Tim would perform this function for him until he could return to a normal state of mind. Gary was confused, untrusting of his instincts, a virgin in the art of making love. He needed love so much at this point and Tim was going to teach him, guide him through, and out to the other side. Bend over, Tim said as he pressed his cock against the pucker of this giant boy/man. Gary gasped as the stiff cock of little Tim, the teacher, entered his body, like a hot poker. Gary's mind still rejected the thought of sex between men/boys. The bible, his father, all the teachings he had received were being violated. But it felt so right! Tim placed his hands on Gary's hips and pumped until his seed exploded inside the virgin man. The act of their union made Gary feel so wanted. It was over ten years since he experienced being wanted by another male. Tim released him, telling him to turn around. He mouthed Gary's dark pubic bush and followed the trail of hair up to his pecs with his wet tongue. He settled on a nipple, wetting the sensitive pink tip and clamping down with his teeth. Gary had never felt such ecstasy, such a longing to used. Tim's lessons moved swiftly. He stopped nursing Gary's nipple and suddenly turned, bent over and thrust his own ass cheeks outward. "Suck on it!" he commanded. Gary pushed his nose into the soft round globes of boyflesh, licking and tasting the tender offering presented to him. Gary broad tongued the sweet boy cheeks on each side of his teacher's pink pucker. "Fuck me", Tim ordered. Gary licked each cheek one last time and grabbed his throbbing cock at the tip. He centered it on Tim's tiny orifice and plunged headlong into it. He was lost in the forbidden territory of animal passion. Sex for purposes other than procreation, sex for pure animal, lustful pleasure were frowned on as the work of the devil. God created man to populate the earth, not enjoy himself while doing it! Gary's lustful seed let loose inside Tim, it was pleasurable beyond his wildest dreams. Tim stood up, kissed Gary on the lips and ordered him to go back inside the car. Tim slipped in aside of him and they started to neck like two highschool sweethearts. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Tim's thoughts turned to Taylor. They were together nearly two years. 'Taylor West', what a great name! Tim always liked the sound of it. He remembered the day he saw Taylor and his family move into the large stone home at the end of his street. At first he thought that Taylor was a girl. His shoulder length brown hair glistened in the sunlight as he removed his shirt to accomodate the warm afternoon sun. Tim was only 12 years old and missed his friend Bobby, who moved out of the same house that Taylor was now going to occupy. 'Hey!', he called to Taylor in the timeless greeting of pre-teen new friends. 'Hey!', Taylor responded with a radiant smile, revealing a perfect set of straight, white teeth. His parents were probably still paying the bank who financed them. Six months later, Tim and Taylor became lovers instead of just two good friends. Much to the dismay of his parents, Tim let his hair grow long just like his friend and their shared teen idol, 'Taylor Hanson'. Posters of the boy idol adorned the clubhouse walls that Tim and Bobby built. It sat in the woods bordering the back yards of the homes on their block. It was a happy time for the two of them. Tim wished he could somehow freeze the moment, making it last a lifetime. Then Taylor seemed to change and demanded more from their sexual relationship than Tim was willing to give. Taylor who was larger than Tim, decided that he no longer needed to let Tim enter him. Tim loved him so much that he acquiesced to his demands. The more Tim gave into Taylor's aggressive style of lovemaking, the more Taylor tried to subjugate him into a submissive bottom-only boy. Tim's sense of self-worth finally re-emerged and he ended their relationship. He had his hair cut to a normal length, the final signal to everyone that he and Taylor were no longer an item. Both Tim and Taylor's parents knew about their sexual preferences. Tim's parents were supportive of him and were somewhat sorry to see their son's romance end because they both loved Taylor like a second son. When Tim decided to cut his hair, they were very supportive of that also. The very recent loss of his sexual partner lead to Tim's risky encounter with Gary in the corridor behind the movie theater seats. The one thing that linked Gary to Taylor was they were both uncut, just like Tim. Gary is better endowed by at least two inches and Tim found the change to be exciting. His recent breakup had left Tim in a highly aroused state of readiness to start another love partnership. Gary seemed to be the answer to his prayers. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- It was coming up on 8 PM, Tim told Gary all about Taylor West. The little boy in Gary was glad that they had broken up. Tim was his new and closest friend. Gary needed a close friend more than anybody at exactly this period of transition in his life. His love for Tim seemed to grow stronger by the minute as Tim talked about his life and continued to gently stroke Gary's head, driving the demons from the mind they seemed reluctant to release. "We have to go, Gary, its after 8 and my parents will be wondering what happened to me. Besides we both have school tomorrow and I need to finish a few homework assignments." The little boy disappeared inside as Gary started the car and backed out of their special hiding place behind the bushes. He turned on the headlights and slowly drove back the now darkened trail toward the highway, some two miles below. There was a cloudy, moonless sky that cut off all light save the headlamps of the car. Even at the low rate of speed their car jolted several times after hitting some burrowing animal holes. About a mile and half down the trail, a fallen log that was avoided on the way up was now struck on the way down. The brake cable was caught and severed. Gary pumped them furiously but to no avail. The car picked up speed and hit a rock careening it into the trees just a few feet short of the macadamized highway near the fire trail entrance. Gary's head slammed into the windshield, breaking it. Tim was thrown to the floor on the passenger side and cracked his head on the dashboard as he fell. The hood popped open, plumes of hot steam released from the radiator. No movement could be detected inside. Tim woke up and felt the lump on his forehead. He managed to sit on the seat and looked for Gary in the darkened interior of the car. He located the overhead light and flipped it on. Gary was pinned up on top of the dashboard, blood was everywhere. Tim tried to wake him, but he didn't move. He felt for a pulse, there was none! "Oh God!, NOooooo!! Tim screamed at the top of his lungs. Gary and the little boy inside him were both dead. Tim draped himself over Gary's lifeless body and stroked his hair. Just for the briefest of moments, he thought he saw a wispy spirit leave the broken body of his friend. The form seemed to be smiling down on him, trying to communicate that peace had finally come to Gary Watkins. A peace denied to him in life was certain to be his throughout eternity. Whether it was an apparition or just the fervent hope of Tim's mind didn't really matter. It gave Tim comfort to know that his friend was finally free from the demons that tormented him for most of his brief life here on earth. Tim knew that God would not punish this boy anymore. His punishment was already time-served. It would not follow him into an afterlife. God opened his arms and received him. Of this Tim had no doubt, Gary Watkins sins were all forgiven. end chapter 16 Please let me know what your thoughts are? What do you like/dislike about Christopher-answers? My thanks to those who continue to respond, I appreciate it very much. ed swanky E-mails to: edswanky@hotmail.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/christopher-answers/christopher-answers-26 | Date: Sun, 1 Aug 1999 12:27:27 -0700 (PDT) From: ed swanky Subject: Christopher-answers Ch. 26 If you are underage or graphic sexual stories are prohibited in your community...do not read this. This story is completely fictional. I would appreciate all comments especially those of a constructive or encouraging nature. My e-mail address: edswanky@yahoo.com Christopher Answers Chapter 26 Craig's mom and dad had gone to bed at least an hour ago. His seven year old brother had begged them to stay up a little longer with Craig. They agreed only because Craig said that he didn't mind. Actually he was glad for the company. Craig was starting to realize how lonely he was. He longed for the day when he would find that special someone, a girl to share his dreams and aspirations. The pairings of Justin and Christopher, Tom and Dave and now Tim and Taylor served to make him realize that life was not meant to be lived alone. His pajama-clad little brother sat beside him on the sofa and had fallen asleep with his head resting against Craig's arm. Little Michael was a pain sometimes but Craig loved him dearly. He remembered back to when he was ten years old and his mother came home from the hospital with his new baby brother. He spent hours just watching him breathe after overhearing his parents concern about Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. He became his brother's protector and an unusually strong bond formed between them. Craig wondered if the love he had for his brother was the reason he was so comfortable around his gay friends. Not that there was anything else but brotherly love between them, it was just that he could understand how two boys could love each other in a physical way. He found nothing wrong or disgusting with it at all. For his part though, he was 'hopelessly heterosexual'. He smiled at this new description of himself that just seemed to pop into his head. He wondered if he just coined a new phrase or if he heard it somewhere before. Either way it was a good line that he hoped to use if the right occasion presented itself. Craig gently put one arm under Michael's knees and the other around his back. He lifted him from the sofa and carried him up the stairs to his bed. He drew back the covers and slipped his little brother between the sheets. He kissed his forehead, watched him breathe just for a moment or two and turned off the light. He went down the hall to his own bedroom, undressed and got into bed. He held his favorite pillow tight to his chest, fell asleep and dreamed of pretty young girls and happier times to come. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Tom Papson was a little nervous as he sat on the sofa alone. Dave had gone to the kitchen for cokes and seemed to be taking a long time. Across from him, Bob Arnett eased up the leg rest on his lounge chair while continuing to shoot at the TV with the remote control hidden in his beefy hand. Dave's mother seemed to be a little irritated as her husband flipped through the channels in rapid succession. The movie they were watching was in the final break before the end. and Bob used the opportunity to channel-surf, seeking relief from the replay of the same mindless commercials. Earlier in the evening they talked to Dave's parents about the new club they joined, principal Jordan's problems with the School Board and Gary's funeral. His parents promised to be there on Monday night to show their support for Ed Jordan. In the course of the conversation, Dave said that he wouldn't be spending the night at Tom's house because Tom's aunt and uncle were visiting them this weekend. Tom always gives up his bedroom and sleeps on the couch whenever they stay over. To Dave and Tom's surprise, Bob said, "Why don't you both stay here tonight. Tom, you will be more comfortable than sleeping on a couch. Dave has a nice sized bed and I don't think he'd mind sharing it with you." Ruth looked at her husband with the same shocked expression as Dave and Tom. Finally her husband had come to terms with David's love for his friend Tom. Obviously he knew that his son slept in Tom's bed when he stayed with his family. Dave had never asked his parents if Tom could sleep here with him. He was sure that they would allow it but thought that his Dad would be uncomfortable with that arrangement. The movie ended at 11 PM, Ruth and Bob said that it was time for them to go on up to bed. Dave and Tom both got up from the sofa to bid them goodnight. Ruth kissed the two of them and went upstairs. Bob had gone into the kitchen and called to the boys that he would see them in the morning. Halfway up the stairs he stopped and came back down into the living room. Dave was still standing there with Tom when his Dad walked up and kissed him goodnight. Then he turned and kissed Tom on the cheek. "Now don't stay up too late, you have a big day ahead of you with the funeral and everything." Without warning he put an arm around each of their waists and drew them tight to his huge body. "You boys know that I love you, don't you?" Instinctively, they both put their arms around his back to complete the awkward hug. Dave's eyes misted over as he said, "Sure Dad, we know." Bob released them from his powerful grip but as he turned to walk away, the light from the TV reflected off the moisture forming in his eyes. Tom took Dave's hand in his as they just stood watching this huge bear of a man lumber his way up the stairs. They turned and embraced, both with tears streaming down their cheeks. Dave's father had blessed their union in his own unique way. The memory of this moment would never be forgotten. ------------------------------------------------------------------ "You know the way I think about this Taylor, I love Tim also but you are too young, maybe next year when you're sixteen. If you and Tim still have the same feelings for each other, we can talk about it again." The total resolve showing in his son's face was a look that he had not seen before. His answer to his son's inquiry about sleeping at Tim's house tonight was not received by a normal look of teenage disappointment. His son had never defied him before, at least not like this. He recognized that Taylor had undergone a transition. This was not a little boy anymore. Sitting across from him at the kitchen table was a young man who had made a decision. He recognized that his son Taylor was not asking his permission so much as seeking his affirmation of a decision already made. Taylor wanted to be with his friend to comfort him during the night before Gary's funeral. He had taken his first step to becoming a man and his father knew it was time for him to loosen the reins. Before Taylor had a chance to speak, his father said, "I've changed my mind, go be with your friend tonight. We need to talk more about this but not now. Tim needs you and I'm not going to stand in the way." The defiance on Taylor's face vanished. He never had more respect for his father than he did at that moment. "Thank you Dad." He stood up and was on his way to the door when he stopped and walked back to where his father sat. Taylor leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Tears welled up in their eyes when his Dad hugged him and returned his kiss. This was one of those special moments in the lives of a father and a son. Somehow Taylor recognized that and held onto his Dad, reluctant to let it pass. Sights, sounds and smells were recorded in his brain to be replayed in those quiet, reflective times when a son fondly remembers his long departed Dad. No recriminations would haunt this moment. No wishing that it could be changed, a word not said that should have been, an opportunity missed. A father and son were firmly locked in an embrace that would last a lifetime. "You can go on up Taylor, Tim is in his room," Mr. Rohrer said. "He really seems to be down right now. I tried to get him to watch television with us but he said that he'd rather not. I think Gary's funeral tomorrow really has him upset." "Hey, Tim!" "Hey, Tay!" Tim was laying on his bed wearing only a pair of briefs. The moment he saw Taylor his eyes lit up and he swung his legs off the side of the bed to a sitting position. "How long can you stay? Does you Dad know that you're here?" Taylor told him about the conversation he had with his Dad, then said, "I can stay as long as you want me to." He closed the door behind him, unbuttoned his shirt and pants, dropped them to the floor and leaned down to hastily remove his sneakers and socks. He knelt on the carpet in the same state of undress as Tim. The material of his white cotton briefs tented with the instant passion and love he felt for friend. Tim stood and walked toward the door to meet him. Taylor opened his arms to receive him and yanked on the elastic waist band of Tim's briefs, pulling them sharply downward and let them fall to his ankles. Tim kicked them free as Taylor cupped the fleshy mounds of his little round butt. His penis rose majestically between them, free of the cotton material that had confined it. Kneeling there, Tay licked the tip of his friend's cock. Tim put his hands on his shoulders and shuddered as the moist wetness of Taylor's tongue swabbed up and down his stiffening member. He moved them to the back of Tay's head, entwining his fingers in the shoulder-length hair that framed his face. Taylor expertly laved at his balls and drew them into his eager mouth. Ecstasy overtook Tim's brain as he closed his eyes, giving himself totally to the ministrations of his lover's hot tongue. Tim could not hold on when Taylor trailed up his shaft and captured the head between his lips. His ass muscles twitched in Taylor's firm grip as ropy streams of his boycum exploded down his lover's throat. Taylor drew back off his cock, swallowed, then covered the tip again to receive the second eruption of his lover's seed. Temporarily spent, Tim pulled out and covered Tay's mouth with his. His passion was still unabated as he whispered in Tay's ear that he wanted to be taken. Taylor stood and lifted his little lover in his arms. He laid him on his back, quickly shucked off his briefs and positioned his cock on the tiny ass pucker. Tim opened up allowing Tay to plunge forward, burying himself inside. Tay held momentarily then drew back only to plow forward again. Three strokes was all it took to spend the first load of his seed. Pure passion ruled as the young teen lovers braced for the second explosion. Both were quiet now as Tay pressed his body on top of Tim. Tim's legs relaxed on Tay's shoulders as their mouths met to seal the love that they shared for each other. Hot, steamy sex was over for the moment replaced by tender kisses that would define a relationship destined to last a lifetime. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Christopher was tired but knew that Justin wanted to make love to him. Justin sensed that his little friend was not in the mood and was content just to hold him in his arms. The funeral was tomorrow morning and his thoughts turned to Gary. He wondered if Gary's father would be there to bid farewell and see the final resting place of his only son. The thought occurred to him that he would never experience the love between a father and his son. His own father left when he was five years old. He didn't have any clear memories of him. His mother rarely talked about it as time went on and Justin didn't even think of him at all. Even though they were less than a year apart in age, Justin sometimes thought of little Christopher as his son. He remembered back to their days in kindergarten. It was just prior to that when his father must have decided to leave. Maybe what he felt for Christopher at the time was a form of love that was missing from his own life. He felt a need to protect his young friend just as a father protects his son. Christopher was now sound asleep. Justin untangled himself from their spoon-fashion embrace. His mind was racing and decided to go downstairs for a little while. He slipped into his robe and quietly padded downstairs. He saw the light on in the kitchen and found his mother sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of milk. "Hi honey, what's the matter, couldn't you sleep either?" Justin sat down across from her. He told her that for some reason he got to thinking about his father. Sarah reached over and put her hand on top of his. She became very nervous but said, "You can ask me anything you want to dear, I guess we never talked much about him." "Why did he leave us mom?" "He left because I asked him. He married me when I was pregnant with you. He wasn't your natural father but he wanted to marry me anyway. After you were born, we found out that I couldn't have any more children. He thought that he could handle it but it turned out that it wound up making him miserable. He loved you in his own way but I saw early on that he was distant and I was concerned how that might affect you. I decided that it would be better for both me and you if he left. I loved him enough to let him go. I knew he wanted to have his own children and I wasn't able to provide that for him. Please don't ask me who your real father is right now. He doesn't know and it would hurt him badly if he found out. I will tell you eventually but I first have to tell him. I can only say that it was a brief affair and he is a fine, fine man. You remind me so much of him. I know that he would be proud to have you as his son. Please don't be angry with me Justin. I don't know what I'd do if you stopped loving me." Justin was shocked. He never expected anything like this. When he saw that his mother was crying, he got up and put his arms around her. "How could you think that I'd ever stop loving you, you're my mom." He kissed her and not another word was said. end chapter 26 Please let me know what your thoughts are? What do you like/dislike about Christopher-answers? My thanks to those who continue to respond and help to shape this story, I appreciate it more than you may realize. ed swanky E-mails to: edswanky@yahoo.com |
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/christopher-answers/christopher-answers-31 | Date: Fri, 3 Sep 1999 16:31:49 -0700 (PDT) From: ed swanky Subject: Christopher-answers Ch 31 If you are underage or graphic sexual stories are prohibited in your community...do not read this. This story is completely fictional. I would appreciate all comments especially those of a constructive or encouraging nature. My e-mail address: edswanky@yahoo.com Christopher Answers Chapter 31 Bang!... Bang!... Bang!, the noise of the gavel reverberated off the auditorium walls. The President of the School Board in a raised voice said: "Will the meeting come to order! Everyone, PLEASE take your seat." The call to order went largely unheeded. The noisy crowd continued to talk and argue among themselves. Emotions were running high and several sections had shouting matches going on among the agitated crowd. Bang!... Bang!... Bang!, "WE MUST HAVE ORDER, PLEASE everyone SIT DOWN so we can begin. The Sergeant-at-Arms has been instructed that anyone who does not come to order will be escorted out of the building!" The President started to speak without the level of order that he wanted but decided the best way to achieve it was to just begin the meeting. "This is a special meeting, the purpose of which is to determine if the current policies regarding gay students are in accordance with the wishes of this community and if they may have contributed to the riot at the baseball game last week. I want to make it clear that this is not a witch hunt, it is not an effort to oust the current school Principal." An undercurrent of 'boos' were heard from the diverse crowd. It was difficult to tell at this point which faction had the largest turnout. Two large tables facing the audience were set up on the stage of the combination gymnasium/auditorium. They were angled in the shape of a 'V' to allow both sides to see each other and the large crowd in attendance. Elder John Watkins and five School Board members were at one table. Principal Jordan and Ray, his counsel, were at the other table. The color factor was very evident, six white men and two black men. Not knowing the purpose of the meeting, one would assume that this meeting was about *race*, not *gay student* policies. Justin stood at the back by the doorway. He was trying to locate the big guy who said he would be here to identify Elder John. He surveyed the crowd but to no avail. 'I guess the guy is not going to show', he thought. He and Ray had a signal worked out where he could communicate to him from the back of the room. Justin was to give a 'thumbs up' if the guy told him that it was Elder John who paid him and his two buddies to incite the riot. A 'thumbs down' meant that it wasn't him and if the guy had not shown up as yet, he would just simply shake his head 'no'. Craig Allwein was sitting in the back row next to where Justin stood. He had a plan that he worked out in school today. At the appropriate moment he would put it into action. For now, he just sat there holding hands with Kathy. This was their second date of sorts. Yesterday afternoon, he invited her to go with him to the Mall and the 1:30 PM movie showing. They sat in the back row there also, in the section to the left of Tom, Dave, Taylor and Tim. -------------------------------------------------------------------- They got in the theater just ahead of Taylor and Tim. When Craig saw them, he turned away. Thankfully they went to the other side of the theater and sat down three rows from the back. He didn't want company on his first date and wasn't prepared for the scrutiny that the two underclassmen would subject Kathy to. He liked the kids but, hey! they were just kids and kids can be a pain-in-the-ass especially when it comes to dates and the 'ooohing and aaahing' that he remembered doing at their age. He wasn't quite ready to share *his Kathy* with anyone much less these two potentially bratty underclassmen. Just when he gave a sigh of relief because they didn't see him, in walked Tom and David. They looked in his direction but didn't recognize him and decided to sit down in the last row of the section behind Taylor and Tim. 'For God's sake', he thought. 'I should have sent out engraved invitations to all my friends.' -*You are cordially invited to the 1:30 PM Movie to watch Craig make-out with his next door neighbor, Kathy. Scorecards will be collected at the end of the show and the ratings will be published in the school newspaper.*- Kathy saw the two gay couples and said to Craig: "Look at that!" 'Oh no!' Craig thought. 'Here it comes, Kathy is a bigot!' "Isn't that the coolest thing you ever saw! I really admire those boys. You can see how much love they have for each other. I'm glad that this town is not prejudiced like the one I just left. You're not prejudiced against gay people, are you Craig?" Craig looked at her with more love in his eyes than before, if that were possible. "I'm not prejudiced but if they come over here, I just may have to kick their asses." Kathy gave him a confused look, trying to figure out what he meant. Before she had a chance to say anything, Craig explained that the four of them were among the best friends he had in the world. He just didn't want to talk with them right now. He told her that he would introduce her to them some other time but not this afternoon. "Are you gay too", Kathy asked, a bit afraid to hear his answer. "No, I am hopelessly heterosexual!" Craig smiled; he got to use the line that he had coined the other day. Kathy smiled too, she was relieved to know that he was straight. She was beginning to like him. "When the movie is over, duck under the seats with me so they don't see us. While you're down there, feel around for loose change, maybe we can come up with enough money to buy a coke afterwards. Again, Kathy gave him the same confused look until she saw the devilish grin on his face. She giggled and Craig put his arm across her shoulders. She liked this new neighbor of hers, not only was he cute but he has a very odd sense of humor. She blushed when he leaned over and kissed her cheek. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The President of the School Board started off the proceedings. "We won't hold to formal rules in this meeting. both sides will state their cases and then I'll open it up to questions from the audience. I want this to be a forum for opinions and there will plenty of opportunity for everyone to be heard." "First we'll hear from Mr. John Watkins who was given the job of investigating the policies that are currently in place. He will be free to state his opinion as to the meaning of those policies and recommend what he thinks should done about them. Afterwards, Principal Jordan or his representative will be heard." "So without further ado, Mr. Watkins, the floor is yours." John Watkins took the microphone and stood up behind his chair. He looked drawn and tired. His sunken eyes gave witness to the fact that he wasn't sleeping very well lately. "Most of the people in this room know me. I am a man of God, an Elder in my church. This is a God-fearing community with a long tradition of following the teachings of the Bible. The Bible is very clear that homosexuality is a sin. Principal Ed Jordan has instituted policies that run counter to that. He would have us believe that it is perfectly fine for our children to openly profess their love for others of the same sex. I am here today to denounce those policies. Ed Jordan comes from New York City. This is not New York City. We have not fallen into the same hedonistic lifestyles that they embrace. In the past year, under his watch, we have witnessed the results of his policy. Four or five members of the baseball team have fallen into the mistaken belief that God condones their homosexuality." "The highschool baseball team is the pride of our southern community and is now tainted beyond repair. We all saw what happened to our team, open rioting in the stands. The game that would have put us into the State playoffs had to be forfeited because of the defenders of homosexuality. Think of the message we are sending to the youngest of our children. The star player on the team has seen fit to openly profess his love for another boy. This would not have happened prior to this year. The change in policy instituted in our school by Mr. Ed Jordan is responsible for that." "His people .... I mean .... people like him ..... have brought this country to near ruin. It is Sodom and Gomorra revisited. God will not bless a community that allows these kinds of practices to flourish. We must return to the old ways of discouraging our children to live a life of sin. A life, if continued, that will condemn them to the eternal fires of hell." "Before it is too late, I not only call for the rejection of those policies, I also call for the resignation of Ed Jordan as Principal of our school. This abomination must end. All praise to God, the Almighty!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- A raucous cheer went up from the crowd when Elder John took his seat. A chant started somewhere in the crowd. Jordan must go! Jordan must go! It continued to get louder and louder as more people joined in. JORDAN MUST GO! JORDAN MUST GO!! JORDAN MUST GO!!! Then a counter chanting started in much the same manner. Jordan must stay! JORDAN MUST STAY! JORDAN MUST STAY!! JORDAN MUST STAY!!! BANG!... BANG!!... BANG!!!, the President tried to regain control. PLEASE! PLEASE!! WE NEED TO HAVE ORDER! The other side will now be heard. "Principal Jordan, the floor is now yours." "When I took the job of Principal at your school, I knew it wouldn't be easy. The very first day I witnessed several boys assaulting another boy who they presumed to be gay. I heard that this type of attack has happened on a routine basis in this school for many years. It happened because of the lack of a formal policy against it and the failure of the administration to punish the perpetrators. Yes! I came here from New York City. Let me tell you that the New York City school system does not condone 'gay bashing' and neither do I. I offer no apologies for that." "Mr. Watkins would like to portray me as a man who does not fear God. I guess maybe he is correct. I don't believe that God wants us to live in fear of Him. If I had anything to fear from God, it would be His punishment for ignoring my responsibility as Principal and allow this kind of behavior to continue. The gay boy who was forced to his knees in the lavatory is one of His creations and was not put on this earth to suffer that form of physical and mental abuse. That is why I went back to my desk that first day and drafted a policy denouncing gay bashing." "As long as I am Principal of this school, that policy will not be rescinded!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- A thunderous round of applause rocked the auditorium! People stood up and cheered. A whole section of students rose as one. Whistling and spontaneous stomping of feet on the wooden bleachers made the place sound like a pep rally before a big game. BANG!... BANG!!... BANG!!!, the gavel went to work again. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Ray looked up toward Justin and was given the sign that the man who would identify Elder John had not shown up yet. He wanted to handle this instead of having Ed Jordan level any accusations. John Watkins was shocked at the response to Principal Jordan's words. God should not be allowing this to happen. The President of the School Board opened the discussion to members of the audience. "I would ask that everyone listen to the person who has the floor and please respect their right to be heard. There is a microphone set up here in front of the stage. Any person who wishes to voice an opinion, please line up and state your name before you begin your remarks. I would also ask that you try to limit your remarks so that everyone will have an opportunity to share their thoughts with the group. You may ask specific questions and direct them to any member of the board, Mr. Jordan or his attorney." Several people made their way to the microphone. The first person to speak was dressed in overalls and looked like he had a tractor parked outside. "My name is Carl Saunders and I just want to say that God will punish you Jordan. We don't need your kind around here! You and that lawyer friend of yours. Go back where you came from!! Sounds of approval and disapproval were heard from the crowd. "My name is Mrs. Priscilla Swoyer. I was born in this town, I'm 85 years old, my husband died over 30 years ago. I have a grandson who had to leave here because he was gay. He was beaten up and almost died from his injuries. He never harmed another soul in his life. He is a kind and wonderful boy and I think it is terrible that people who claim to be Christians can show such hatred. God bless you Principal Jordan." From somewhere toward the back, a voice was heard. "Sit down you old bat!" Then from a different section, "yeah! you crazy old bitch!" Bang!... Bang! "Please, that kind of outburst will not be allowed!" At least 25 more people stood up and got in line. Justin saw the big man he was waiting for, suddenly appear from behind a post and get in the back of the line. He tried to get Ray's attention but to no avail. Speaker after speaker said their piece and sat down. "My name is Bob Arnett, my brother is gay and my son David, a member of the baseball team, is also gay. I almost lost him last week because of my stupidity. Because of me, my brother and I had not talked for years. I was too stupid to recognize that he has a right to live his own life the way he wants. I was wrong. I am proud of my brother and proud of my son. I just wanted to say...." A man jumped up and yelled at Bob, "You caused the riot in the stands, you and that Carlos Papson. You fucking gay lovers cost us a shot at the State playoffs. Nobody wants to hear anything you have to say .... you ought to be ashamed of yourself.... a nigger-loving faggot for a brother and a pansy-ass for a son. And you have the fucking nerve to stand up there and tell us what to do!!" Bob spun around and spied the guy about four rows from where he was standing. The big man was so angry he made his way straight for him but was restrained by a couple of his longshoremen friends who were sitting together near the microphone. BANG!... BANG!!... BANG!!! Will the Sergeant-at-Arms please see that that man is REMOVED from this building. With the assistance of several uniformed policemen, the man was forcibly taken to an exit still yelling obscenities as the door swung open and he was taken outside. A self-satisfied smirk appeared on Elder John's face. Things were starting to turn in his favor. Two more speakers had their say, both in favor of Elder John's position, the smirk got just a little broader. When the next man stood at the microphone, John recognized him as one of the guys from the bar. 'This couldn't get any better', he thought. "Hello, my name is Charlie Dorgan but most of my friends just call me 'Crusher'." There was a smattering of laughter from the crowd as they looked at the huge man wearing a motorcycle jacket with no sleeves and a large tattoo of a furled American flag on his left biceps. "I'm not from this town but have been here for a few weeks with some friends of mine. I don't have any skin in this game and really couldn't care less what happens. I just thought you should know that the man sitting at the table up there paid me and my friends to yell anti-gay stuff to the players on the field. We were just trying to have a little fun, hell I don't care if everybody in this town is gay. Matter-of-fact, I have a few friends that swing both ways .... I just figure that's their business, as long as they don't try to hit on me!" Just then Ray spoke for the first time. "Mr. President, just so there can be no misunderstanding, please ask the gentleman if he would point to the person who paid him the money?" Before the School Board President had a chance to respond, Crusher pointed to Elder John. "That's him right there, you owe me some more money, buddy! Fifty bucks each wasn't near enough for all the shit you caused me and my friends. I've been looking to find your ass for over a week!" The smirk was gone. A murmur ran through the crowd, most of the people were shocked at this new development. The School Board had paid to cause the incident at the baseball game. This changed everything. At that moment, Craig got up and opened the double doors that lead back to the lockerrooms. The entire football team walked in wearing their jerseys and led by John Gulley, the beefy football player who shook hands with Justin in the cafeteria. They were followed by members of the baseball team in their team jerseys. Most of them were carrying signs. *Jocks against Gay Bashing*, *We love our Principal*, *Gay Students and Friends Club*, *Straight or Gay, we'll find a way!*. The contingent of nearly 50 jocks walked in silence and stood facing the crowd with their placards in their hands. John Gulley stepped up to the microphone as the noise level lessened a bit. "On behalf of the athletes on the football and baseball teams, I want everyone to know that we fully support Principal Jordan." "He taught us the meaning of respect for one another. Straight or Gay, White or Black, we are just students who want to end all this hatred. We believe in God and the Bible but we believe in ourselves too. Principal Jordan's policies did not turn any straight kids into becoming gay. All his policy did was stop the violence and persecution of gays that we thought was kind of expected from us." "We respectfully ask the Board, parents and friends to end this attempt to get rid of Mr. Jordan. He taught us not to put labels on people simply because they are different from us. We love you Mr. Jordan and we want you to stay." A slow clapping sound started somewhere in the crowd. It built in intensity until the sound was deafening. Tears welled-up as Ed Jordan stood up from his chair. 'God, I am so proud of these kids', he thought. 'They had grown up right before my eyes. A teacher could never ask for anything better than that.' Elder John sat there in disbelief as the President of the School Board made a motion that Ed Jordan's policy on Gays be approved as written. The vote was seconded. Those in favor signified by raising their hands. When the vote was taken for those opposed, the announcement was made that it was five in favor with one abstention. "This meeting is now adjourned." The gavel banged for the last time. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Elder John opened the door to his apartment but didn't turn on the lights. He slumped into his chair, a beaten man who in the course of one week had lost everything. His only son was dead, his wife was filing for divorce and would marry his brother. Now his God had apparently abandoned him also. He was so very, very tired. He reached in the drawer of the small table that held the lamp next to his TV set. His fingers found the 45 caliber pistol that he had purchased for protection many years earlier. He picked it up and jammed the clip into the handle. Outside his apartment door, John heard the sound of footsteps. "God forgive me", he said as he put the gun to his temple. BANG! end chapter 31 Note: The final chapter will follow. My sincere thanks to everyone who has contributed their ideas to this story over the many months that it has spanned. You made it a far better story than I would have been able to write on my own. all the best, Ed E-mails to: edswanky@yahoo.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/christopher-answers/christopher-answers-10 | Date: Wed, 19 May 1999 19:39:55 PDT From: ed swanky Subject: Christopher-answers Ch 10 If you are underage or graphic sexual stories are prohibited in your community...do not read this. This story is completely fictional. I would appreciate all comments especially those of a constructive or encouraging nature. My e-mail address: edswanky@hotmail.com Christopher Answers Chapter 10 Craig and Christopher carried the exhausted boy back to the car. They managed to open the back door and ease him inside. He looked so frightened and helpless that Christopher's heart melted. Timmy's naked body started to convulse. Chris climbed inside and wrapped his arms around him while Craig got a blanket from the car trunk. Tim was going into shock and needed to be warmed immediately. Craig handed the blanket to Chris who draped it around Tim's bare shoulders. Craig hopped in the front seat and started the engine, turning the heater on full blast. Craig got out and sat in the back seat next to Tim. With Timmy sandwiched in the middle, both vigorously rubbed his chest, arms and legs. Tim's body seemed to respond and the violent shaking subsided. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he relaxed into the loving arms of Christopher's embrace. Craig looked through the window and saw Justin pummeling Gary. He jumped out of the car and ran toward them. He was afraid that Justin was going to kill him. Gary was on the ground curled up in a fetal position, whimpering like a baby. "Get up, you sorry sack of shit!! What's the matter, no stomach to fight somebody your own size!" Whack! Whack! Whack! Justin kept slapping him on the side of the head. Craig pulled up short when he saw that Justin had stopped using his fists and was now only slapping him with his open hand. Justin drew back to kick him but then decided against it. He just stood there, towering over Gary, hoping that he would make an effort to fight back. "Please!!!!, please!!! ..... Justin. I didn't mean to hurt him. I was only doing what God told me to do. Tim needs to be saved.....you all need to be saved. My Dad and I were only trying to help, we pray for sinners like you every night. "You are really pathetic," Justin said. He left him there, walked to Gary's car and took the keys from the ignition. "I'm going to check on Tim. Instead of praying for us, you better pray for yourself and pray that Tim is OK. If he isn't, all the prayers in the world aren't going to save your fat, hairy ass because I'm coming back here to finish the job." Justin and Craig walked back to their car. Justin got in the back seat on the other side of Tim. Tim was recovered somewhat and smiled as Justin sat next to him. Justin leaned over and covered both small boys with his strong arms. This was the role that Justin wanted to fulfill, he was 'The Protector'. Fiercely loyal to his friends and intolerant toward their enemies. He kissed Tim on the cheek and asked him how he felt. Tim said he was feeling much better. In the meantime, Craig remembered he had a sweat shirt and a pair of track warm-ups stowed away in the trunk. He passed them through the window to Justin. Craig moved the front seat forward to give them more room. Justin leaned back and Chris helped Tim to sit between Justin's legs while facing the front seat. Chris removed the blanket from Tim's body as Justin, now quite adept at dressing naked little boys, rolled the sweat shirt in his fingers and over Tim's head. He slipped the boy's legs into the warm-ups and tied the drawstring at his waist. Justin drew Timmy tight to his chest in a loving embrace then lifted his right arm allowing Christopher to nestle in with them. Craig watched the scene from outside, his eyes misted over and felt a lump in his throat. He thought how great it will be when he finds a girl who will love him like Justin and Christopher love each other. ===================================================== "Tim, if you feel up to it, tell me how you got hooked up with Gary and what happened back there in the woods," Justin asked. Tim went on to tell how he saw this young guy standing in the back of the theater who was jerking off while watching four guys making out in the seats. He told how he caught a glimpse of his uncircumcised cock with his flashlight. Tim explained how horny he was because he had broken up with his friend and hadn't had any sex in a long time. He offered to help the guy and started to give him a blowjob. He said the guy seemed to be enjoying it and then suddenly ran out of the theater. When the light from the door hit his face, he recognized him as Gary Watkins. Then he said he got a better look at the four guys and recognized Justin, Christopher, Tom and Dave. He wanted to say something at the time but just forgot. At school this morning he approached Gary about getting together again. Gary said he would like that but made him promise to keep it a secret and that's how he wound up parking in the woods about 2 miles up an old fire trail. Tim told how Gary made him strip off his clothes. He said that Gary seemed to be flipping out, talking about how God was directing him. He talked about wanting to immunize him and make him take his communion so that he could be saved and avoid the eternal fires of hell. "It was really scary. Gary must have some real problems dealing with being gay. He is probably going to need some professional help to work through that. I think I should seek some help myself. "Justin, please don't hurt him anymore. Back there in the woods, he seemed to be more frightened than I was. He seemed to be so tormented but I could tell he really likes me. For some reason I can't explain, I like him too. If there is a chance for him to get straightened out, I would like to be there for him and see where it leads." "I mean, he's such a big, strong guy but at the same time he is a frightened little boy. So, for my sake Justin, please, please don't hit him anymore. I would rather forget the whole thing ever happened than to see him harmed anymore. Can you just go talk to him? I think he needs your help and understanding now, much more than I do. I'm not ready to talk with him yet but please tell him that I'm not ready to give up on him either." Justin just shook his head in disbelief. Christopher cupped his hand under Justin's chin, lifted it so they were making eye contact, and said, "Tim is right, you know." Tim stayed in the car while Justin, Chris and Craig walked over to Gary who was still on the ground in a fetal position. They heard him whispering in a small, child-like voice, "we were wrong, daddy, we were wrong." =========================================================== "Good news Tom!, the psychiatrist said I can go home tomorrow. He said in all his years of practicing, he has never seen anyone recover faster than I did. He wants to meet my two Uncles, Dave and Ray. He thinks they have a real healing talent and would like to pursue it with them. Tom had hurried over from school and was still standing in the doorway. He walked over to Dave, wrapped his arms around him and said, "Oh honey, I'm so proud of you, that is the best news ever. School went fairly good today. I had lunch with Justin, Chris and Craig. Justin seems to think that it was Gary who called our Dads. Truth is I don't really care. The good thing about this whole mess is that now we can be open about our relationship. I want the whole world to know that I love David Arnett and that he loves me!" "I wish that I'd have known my Uncles when you and I got together a year ago. I would have come-out then and things would have been a lot different. I just needed someone older to talk about all of this. Your parents were great but it isn't the same as having an older gay couple to rap with. My Uncles want us to come visit them as soon as we can. He asked me to invite Justin and Chris also. They want to introduce us to their friends. They said that they have more 'straight' friends than 'gay' but they're all really cool." "Boy, that sounds incredible. I think Justin and Christopher will be stopping in for a visit, we can talk to them about it. I don't know where they were going after school but they were in Craig's car and seemed to be in a big hurry. It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Gary and Tim were just arriving at the spot where Gary would pull behind the bushes and shut off the engine to his car. At the same moment Tom and Dave looked at each other with a combination of love and lust rather than the pure lust passing between the eyes of Gary and Tim. Tom needed to touch flesh, feel the mortal body that came ever so close to be lost to him forever. Tom went to the hospital room door and propped a chair against it to ensure their privacy. Dave knew the look in Tom's eyes very well. It was a look he had first encountered on their prom night. It was almost pure lust then as Tom slammed him into the cold car hood. Dave quickly removed his pajama bottoms knowing that would only serve to hinder the next few minutes expected raw pleasures. Dave wanted this. He needed an affirmation not limited to light kisses and words. Dave lay there as Tom ripped open his own belt and buttoned crotch. His cock leaped out in a steely salute to the bared treasure before him. He climbed on to the bed that seemed to be in a perfect canted position for anal entry. His pants dangled just below his knees, no time to remove them. This would have to be quick to avoid detection from floor nurses, attendants and other visitors. Dave raised his legs and Tom hooked his elbows under his knees. One or two slight bodily adjustments and Tom's cock found the receptive pink aperture and broke through. The bed rocked from the furious thrusts necessitated by the urgency of the moment. Dave and Tom both groaned as his seed wasted no time in jettisoning up the anal track so willingly offered for that purpose. All other amenities were set aside as the last spasms rocked Tom's body. Tom reluctantly climbed off his lover and down to the floor. He hitched up his pants, taking no more than mere seconds. Dave stretched his legs back into the pajama bottoms as Tom responded to a push at the door by a nurse. Dave got there just in time to remove the chair barring her entry. He was certain that she could smell the pure sex in the air. "And how are you this afternoon," she said almost too sweetly as she applied the blood pressure tape to Dave's arm. After a few moments, a look of concern came across her face. "Your readings seem to be very elevated she said, I'll be back in about a half hour to check them again." Dave and Tom made eye contact giving each other knowing smiles. Dave moved in to sit on the edge of the bed and they kissed without the urgency that had driven them before. Now they could take their time and enjoy the caring love that each felt for the other. =========================================================== Gary looked up as his three classmates approached him. He wished he could find the right words to say he was sorry. He never meant to hurt Tim, he panicked when Tim ran from him before he could explain his divinely inspired plan. Gary knew it was a charade but a necessary charade to deal with the lustful emotions he felt for another boy. There was no need now to continue it. He was caught. Even God could not help him now. Strangely, he felt a sense of relief. "Get up!, Justin said, we need to have that talk now." end chapter 10 I appreciate your feedback. What do you like/dislike about this story? E-mails to: edswanky@hotmail.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/christopher-answers/christopher-answers-9 | Date: Sat, 15 May 1999 13:29:07 PDT From: ed swanky Subject: Christopher-answers ch 9 If you are underage or graphic sexual stories are prohibited in your community...do not read this. This story is completely fictional. I would appreciate all comments especially those of a constructive or encouraging nature. My e-mail address: edswanky@hotmail.com Christopher Answers Chapter 9 Christopher said his good-byes, he and Justin wouldn't be seeing each other until History, the last class of the day, where they sit next to each other. As Chris got up from the table to leave, he noticed Gary and Tim talking together. He turned to say something to Justin but he was already walking to his next class in the opposite direction. He thought it was strange. Tim obviously knew who Gary was but Chris didn't think that Gary knew him, certainly not well enough to be chatting. Chris was a little worried because Justin and Gary were in the next class together. He hoped that Justin wouldn't confront him. If they got into a fight in school it would mean certain suspension for both. Justin would have to exercise some restraint, a quality that for him was usually in short supply. Justin sat two seats behind Gary in the next row. Gary could feel his eyes staring at him through most of the class. He turned around once to look and saw a half-smile that was definitely not friendly. He wished that he had asked Tim more about the content of his conversation with Justin. He was sure now that Justin suspected something. He didn't like making those phone calls but his Dad had insisted. If Dave would have died as a result of his call, he wasn't sure if he could have handled that. His Dad surely would feel the same, he was almost certain. What Dave, Tom, Justin and Christopher do with each other is an abomination. They need to recognize that and get straight with God before it is too late. His Dad was just trying to help, is all. He knows things about the Devil and wants to free them from his control. His Dad's motives are pure. He couldn't have anticipated that Dave would attempt suicide as a result, otherwise he wouldn't have insisted that he make the calls. God was using both he and his Dad as instruments to save their immortal souls, is all. Timothy would need some additional special kind of training that God had revealed to Gary. He was younger and in particular need of a disciplined hand to rid him of the demons that had taken control of his life. His boy butt would have to be bared before God and slapped. Even now, God was sending detailed images of his lesson plans into Gary's mind. Tim would need possibly several reinforcements per day. Gary, at God's direction, would anoint Tim's body with his seed and make him worthy. His seed would provide Tim with oral sustenance and at times an anal inoculate to immunize his body from evil. Gary was willing to give himself totally to the restoration of this boy by following God's outline. If only his Father could bear witness to God's plan he would give it his blessing too. For now though he would keep it among God, Tim and himself. It would be better that way so as not to be misunderstood. God certainly does work in mysterious ways. Justin stood uncomfortably close behind him as they filed out of class. He whispered to Gary that they needed to talk and then went down the hall to his next class. Yes, Justin suspected something, there was no question about that now. Gary would spend his last two classes trying to figure out what that was. Christopher and Justin had a difficult time concentrating in History Class. Their separation of even a few hours was more than either one wanted at this early stage in their relationship. It was all they could do to keep their hands off each other when they met again for the first time since lunch break. They were like two newly weds who needed to be in constant physical contact with each other. History class seemed to drone on forever as they continued to make eye contact. The two were hopelessly in love. Christopher's thoughts drifted back to this morning. ============================================================== Justin woke up at six fifteen. His cock was rigid with the underside, just above his balls, partially covered in the uppermost crevice of Christopher's bubble butt. Most of the 9 inch shaft was pressed firmly between his abdomen and the bottom of Chris' spine. Realizing that Chris was awake, he kissed his ear and whispered his desire to make love. Christopher answered by arching his back providing a few inches of space between. Justin grabbed his pole with his left hand and directed the tip into Chris' now quivering, receptive pucker. He needed several attempts to break through the tiny muscle ring. Christopher moaned with pleasure and pain as the massive helmet disappeared inside the clutching muscle tissue that closed over and held it tightly inside. With his left hand now free again, Justin placed both his palms on Christopher's hips. He arched his back and plunged forward while firmly pulling back with his hands. Christopher gasped as he felt the nine inch rod massaging his prostate gland. In successive short strokes, Justin continued his relentless drilling into the warm love tunnel. The palm and fingers of Christopher's left hand formed an equally tight tunnel around his own cock, now mimicking the movements of his lover's pistoning strokes. Justin got into a metronome-like rhythm back and forth until his balls released its pent-up store of seed deep inside. Christopher's own balls delivered at the same time, spewing onto his stomach and the bedsheet. Justin lay there for a few minutes savoring the wonderful feeling of his release and the smoothness of Christopher's tiny naked body. Then he rolled the boy onto his back and lapped up the white creamy pools of Chris' seed on his soft stomach. Chris worked his fingers into Justin's hair as his body was being vacuumed clean. Justin worked lower and took Chris' limp cock into his mouth. In a few minutes, Christopher was hard again and delivered a second load into the back of Justin's throat. Justin didn't spill a drop, swallowing several times before pulling out and sucking the boy's balls into his hungry mouth. Chris could do little more than groan his approval to the sensual feelings that enveloped him. Justin wanted to do everything to please this boy who had so selflessly given himself to Justin. Justin hooked his arms under the boy's legs and rolled him up to reveal the object of his earlier exploration. He licked the rim of the beautiful pink aperture that provided his cock with such pleasure only minutes before. Forming his tongue into a wide flat brush, he swabbed both ass cheeks and the puckered middle. Christopher literally cried out responding to the incredible waves of pleasure that gripped him. Justin lowered his legs and used the broad tongue-brush to make one long wet pass from the top of his anus over his balls, up his limp cock and onto his stomach. He continued straight up the middle of his chest, neck and finally locked their mouths together. Christopher submissively relaxed his jaw allowing Justin's tongue to invade his mouth in an act of total surrender to the master he loved so dearly. ============================================================== Almost as if on cue, the bell sounded as Christopher returned from his pleasant flashback. Classes were finished for the day. Justin placed his hands on Christopher's shoulders as they neared the door. This was their first touch since early this morning about one block from school. Justin looked around for Gary but he was nowhere to be found. When they walked outside he saw Craig standing next to his car and asked him if he had seen Gary. Craig said that he just saw Gary leaving in his car and he thought he recognized Timothy sitting in the passenger seat. Craig said he was surprised because he didn't think they knew each other. Christopher chimed-in that he saw them talking together at lunch and had forgotten to say something about it. "Craig, did you see which way they went", Justin asked. "No, I really wasn't paying that much attention. Why, are you worried about Tim?" Justin said that he was a little concerned. "I don't know what Gary is capable of doing. I know one thing, if he harms a hair on that kid's head, he won't be harming anyone else for a long, long time. I'll break both arms on the son-of-a-bitch." Craig said that they should get in his car and maybe they can find them. Justin climbed in front, Christopher in back and they took off down the road. Justin suggested that they follow the route toward Gary's house. Without any other clues as to where they were went, Justin thought that Gary would head toward familiar territory. "I'm sure glad we could get together again, Gary. Like I said, I was afraid maybe I did something you didn't like when you left in such a hurry. Was your Dad mad at you for being late? You know I can get you a free pass to that movie since you couldn't stay long enough to see much of it. Wasn't that something about Dave trying to commit suicide?" Tim was nervous, he mostly rambled when he was nervous. To this point, Gary hadn't said a word. He hadn't even really looked at Tim. He wanted to get as far away from school and Justin as he could. "Look Tim, I know this place where we can park and talk a little. Get to know each other better, you'd like that wouldn't you?" "Yes...I would like that, as I said I really enjoyed what we did on Saturday. I think you're one of the hottest guys at school. I didn't even know you were gay until I saw you watching the guys from the back of the theater. I didn't tell them anything except that Justin asked if I'd seen anybody in the theater that I knew. I told him you were there but left early. I didn't say anything about us though since you told me to keep it a secret." The impact of what Tim said was starting to make sense. Justin must suspect him of making those phone calls. He needed a cover story. Maybe he could get Tim to say that he remembered that he came back for the next show that evening. That would put him in the movie theater at the time the two phone calls were made. He had to work on this kid...make him do just about anything he asked. Gary's mind was working overtime. He thought since the kid mistakenly thinks that he's gay, he could pretend that he is. He was going to have to act like he loves this little faggot boy that God has planned for him to reform and make righteous. Gary pulled off the main road onto a fire trail that he knew. He drove for about two miles before He pulled the car behind a clump of thick bushes and shut off the engine. Tim was nervous. Gary was a great looking guy but he was a acting strange and him being a senior and all, this was new territory for Tim. "So tell me Tim, do you like sucking other boy's cocks. I bet you've never seen one as big as mine before, huh. Would you like to see it, I doubt if you got a good look at it in the theater, being dark as it was. I really liked the way you worked your tongue on my foreskin. Have you had much practice before, how many different guys have you sucked?" Now Gary was rambling, he was just as nervous as Tim. Tim started to answer his questions but Gary stopped him, shifted until his back was on the driver side door. He splayed open his legs and just pointed to his crotch. Tim shut up and leaned down with his nose only inches from Gary's belt line. He undid the top button and started to pull down his zipper. He could see the outline of Gary's 8 inch cock down the left pants leg. He laid open his pants and fished his hands inside bringing the sheathed monster into view. Tim gasped as it sprang upward, the pink tip was just barely visible. Tim leaned down and kissed it, working his tongue into the piss slit and using his fingers to milk more of the helmet into view. Gary's cock seemed to be pleasantly free of odor indicating that he must give it his thorough attention every day. Gary put his hands around the back of Timothy's head and held him close as he paid homage to his cock. This little infidel knew what he was doing. His mouth and tongue wrapped the covered head in a moist embrace. Gary imagined he felt two separate sides of his tongue almost like it was forked like a viper. Yes, he was going to have his work cut out for him in saving this boy. Obviously he has laid down with other men and boys. Gary felt like he was out of control. He needed to regain that if he was to make this boy his faithful servant. Gary pulled the startled boy's head out from his lap. Get out of the car!, he ordered. This is going to be done my way! Tim exited out the passenger side with Gary right behind him. Tim stood with his back toward him. Gary saw the cute ass cheeks that had turned him on twice before at school. "Drop those pants around your ankles," Gary said in a rough voice. Tim did as he was ordered. He wasn't wearing briefs and the soft, round globes of his ass were partially covered by the tail of his shirt. Gary rolled the shirt up and sighed as the uncovered ass was even better than he had imagined. Surely God must have made a boy's ass look this good for a reason. Gary pushed the frightened boy toward the front of the car and told him to bend down against the hood. He rolled the boy's shirt up his back but then decided that it should come off along with the rest of clothes. "Step away from the car and take off all your clothes. I want to see what God has created. You must be immunized boy, God has directed me to save you. You must take my communion so that you can rejoin his flock. He has directed me to take you under my wing and bring you back to the path. The path leading to him instead of the path you've chosen that leads to the eternal fires of hell. This kind of talk had Tim extremely nervous. He felt like he should start running, get away, as far away as possible. His pants were down to his ankles. He wouldn't get more than a step before he would fall flat on his face. He had no choice but to obey. Gary leaned back on the car and watched as Tim stripped off his shirt. Tim bent down and pulled his pants over his sneakers, kicking them free. He stood up and watched Gary's eyes roam over his young body, drinking in the vision of his perfect proportions. His smallish uncircumcised cock was like eye candy to Gary. 'God had indeed provided', Gary thought. "Off with the sneakers and socks you little slut, he commanded." Tim leaned down and then abruptly decided that he had to get out of there while he could. He sprung forward and ran toward the main road, completely naked except for his feet. Gary was surprised but took off running after the boy. The boy was too fast for him and he was widening the gap between them. Gary stopped and ran back to get his car. Tim ran like a sleek gazelle, he stayed on the fire trail hurdling small undergrowth as he ran headlong not looking back to see if Gary was behind him. He was terrified. He never heard anyone talk crazy like that before. Being naked and running free was strangely exhilarating, almost like in a dream. Then he heard the terrifying sound of the car's engine about 200 yards, he guessed, behind him. He had to be close to the main road now but he was tiring fast. In a car, Gary couldn't go too fast because the trail was rough. He could see the young boy ahead of him, he had to catch up before he made it all the way back to the main road. He was only ten yards behind when Tim jumped out onto the macadam. He was exhausted but continued to run back down the road, hoping that someone would see him and stop to help. Craig, Justin and Christopher had back-tracked and saw Gary's car pull onto the road from the woods. Once the car's tires hit the solid surface, the wheels spun and quickly made up the distance between him and the naked boy. Craig speeded up and was about 300 yards behind. Justin spotted Tim running up ahead and saw Gary swerve in front of him and stop. Tim was exhausted and literally collapsed on the side of the road. Gary leaned down and started slapping him across the face. Then he tried picking him up until he heard Craig's car coming. He recognized the car immediately. Craig slammed to a stop and Justin was out in a flash. Gary dropped the boy to the ground and started to run to his car. Justin grabbed him by the collar as he was getting inside and hurled him down on the side of the road. He looked back at Tim who was being helped to his feet by both Craig and Christopher. Justin reached down and grabbed a clump of Gary's hair in his right hand, pulling him up to a half standing position. "Excuse me Tim, but could I be wrong, or is this guy bothering you?" end chapter 9 I appreciate your feedback. What do you like/dislike about this story? E-mails to: edswanky@hotmail.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/christopher-answers/christopher-answers-12 | Date: Wed, 26 May 1999 19:23:07 PDT From: ed swanky Subject: Chrisopher-answers Ch 12 If you are underage or graphic sexual stories are prohibited in your community...do not read this. This story is completely fictional. I would appreciate all comments especially those of a constructive or encouraging nature. My e-mail address: edswanky@hotmail.com Christopher Answers Chapter 12 Craig, Justin and Christopher waited their turn outside Dave's room. Dave's Mom and Dad were just saying their good-byes with a promise to come back later that evening after supper. Tom was sitting closest to the door and saw them standing there. He motioned for them to come in but they hand-signaled that they would wait. Bob and Ruth Arnett kissed their son and made their way out the door. Ruth stopped and kissed Tom on the cheek. Bob hugged him in a strong embrace and whispered in his ear, "tommy, be sure to take good care of my little davy." The Arnetts were happy to see that Dave had more visitors. Justin asked them if they knew Craig. They knew him from the baseball team but had never actually been introduced before. With that done, they made their way toward the elevators and the boys went inside to greet Tom and Dave. Tom suggested that they go down to the Sun room but Justin wanted to broach the subject of Gary in a more private setting. Craig did most of the talking. He explained what happened from the time they left school until they dropped Tim off at his house. Justin and Chris filled in the gaps where needed. All five were in agreement that it was Gary's choice when or if he wanted to disclose his sexual orientation. Justin reiterated that he was willing to forgive Gary only on the condition that he apologized to Tom, Dave, Chris and Tim. In addition, his apology would have to be genuine and he would be the judge of that. Dave and Tom said that they had discussed Gary earlier and were willing to forget the whole matter. Dave offered his own apology. "I am so sorry that I put you guys through this. I only realized afterwards how selfish it was of me to try to end my life. The image of my Dad sitting in his chair and crying was more than I could handle. I never saw him cry before. All I kept thinking about was how much I had disappointed him. When he told me to get out of the house, I was devastated but to see him cry like that ... I never gave a thought to Tom and how he would feel. Craig, Justin and Chris, I know that our real friendship only started that afternoon at the Mall but I feel like we've been close friends for years. I never gave a thought to your feelings either. The worst part was not thinking how my parents would react. My mother would have grieved for months and My Dad would have never forgiven himself and I'd have been responsible for that too. It was stupid and selfish and I thank God that Tom and his Father found me in time. I guess what I wanted to say is, please don't worry about me trying that again." There was a long silent pause until Craig said, "Let's go down to the coffee shop and get something to eat. I'm so hungry I could eat the ass end out of a ragdoll. I hear there are a lot of nice looking nurse's aides that hang out down there. I think I'm going to like having the four of you as my best friends. We can split'em up 50-50, I'll take care of the cute females and you guys can fight over the cute males." The four of them made a mock grab for Craig, but he was quickly out the door and laughing as he ran toward the elevators. Dave stopped at the nurses desk and was given permission to got down to the coffee shop. He wasn't scheduled for any more tests and was to be released tomorrow morning following a visit from his doctor. The five of them sat at the same table and lingered there after a meal of burgers and fries. Dave told Justin and Chris about the invitation to visit his uncles. They agreed that it sounded like it would be a lot of fun. After about an hour of talking, the three boys left, Craig dropped them off at Justin's house. Tom and Dave went back up to his room. ========================================================== It was 4 AM when Gary awoke with a start. For a moment he wondered if everything that happened earlier was just a dream. The knuckles on his right hand ached a bit and all doubt faded away. It was with some difficulty that his father was able to get up and leave his room. Gary hugged his mother who was shocked that her husband had hit her. Life with John wasn't easy but that was the first time he had ever physically assaulted her. They heard him opening and closing his dresser and then a few minutes later, the front door slammed close. His mother started to cry and Gary held her close to him. They went into the kitchen where she brewed some coffee and they sat talking for hours. It was the first time they ever had a conversation that lasted more than just a few minutes. His mother poured her heart out to her son. She explained how unhappy she was in her marriage and had been for many years. She said that John wasn't always the religious zealot that he is now. Something happened to make him change about 10 years ago. She never knew what it was but ever since then their marriage was never the same. Your Father was a kind and gentle man. Gary remembered that man also. They used to be very close. He always thought that it was something he did that turned his father away from him. He now realized that he spent the last 10 years trying to regain his father's lost love. Gary explained to his mother how lonely he felt and the torment he had been through trying to deal with his latent homosexuality. He told her that God seemed to be punishing him for whatever he did to turn his father away from the caring, loving person he once was. They had a good conversation that brought them closer together as mother and son than they were in many years. His mother concluded that she had the same kind of guilt feelings. She thought that it was her fault that her husband changed. In their hours of really talking to each other for the first time, they both concluded that it was John who changed, not them. Despite it all they both still loved him but knew that things would never return to the way they were ten long years ago. And so Gary lay there awake at four in the morning unaware that his mother was also awake, alone in her bed, with tears in her eyes. Their alarm clocks wouldn't be ringing for another two and half hours. His mother and he were alone but both felt a new sense of freedom. Things would never be the same in the Watkins household. Elder John was awake also. He used his key to gain entrance to the church and went to the unoccupied basement apartment that was once the home of the sexton. There were no self-recriminations in his thoughts. He was determined to rid the devil who had taken his family from him. If anything, his resolve was strengthened. God, he thought, must be testing me, much like he tested 'Job' in the bible. He was determined that this time he would pass the test. He had spent the last ten preparing for a moment like this. A righteous smile formed on his lips. There was work to do, he thought: 'Praise the Lord'. ========================================================== Many miles away, Timmy lay under the warm covers dreaming of Gary. He was back there leaning down to untie his shoes only this time he didn't run. He stood before Gary, naked and vulnerable. Gary ran his strong hands up and down his body. His dream eliminated all the scary talk of Gary being chosen by God. In his dream, they were about to embark on a healthy coupling of two people in love. Timmy stripped off Gary's shirt and marveled at the dense covering of hair that glistened in the afternoon sun. Tim helped to rid him of his pants and completed the job by unlacing his sneakers. They were now both naked and Gary drew him close in a strong embrace. The difference in their heights had Tim's head on a level with Gary's pecs. Timmy swirled his tongue around a nipple and sucked. He knew that Gary was a novice at lovemaking and sought to teach him by example. Tim even though he was much smaller than Gary was not going to assume the submissive role. He was the mentor, Gary was the student. Gary moaned with pleasure as Tim's tongue worked it's magic. He set about pleasuring Gary in preparation for his plan to reverse roles. His roving tongue made its way down the thick trail of hair that covered Gary's entire chest. Tim told Gary to lie down on his back. He did so without question and Tim positioned himself between the massive thighs of his giant friend. Gary's 8 inch cock was fully extended as Tim moved on to it like a ravenous animal. He expertly maneuvered the foreskin with his hands and tongue. Gary had never felt such complete pleasure and lay there passively as Tim brought him to ever higher planes of sexual enjoyment. Now was the moment, Tim told Gary to hook his hands under his knees and roll up. Gary's ass pucker came into view and Timmy poked his hard 5 inch cock at the tight muscle ring. Gary was surprised when he felt the stabbing pressure on a spot that he had never considered to be a source of pleasure before. Tim had mostly been the 'top' in his prior relationship and while he enjoyed both roles, he had gotten rather fond of being the aggressor. A tiny sophomore fucking a stud senior, dreams don't get much better than this. Tim poked through and started to pump this athletic stud with his ramrod hard 5 inches. Gary's lack of experience had him believing that a large log was being shoved up his ass. The pain soon gave way to pleasure as Tim got into a rhythm. His splendid looking boyass drove back and forth until his seed expelled deep into the virginal chute of his conquered athlete. He stayed inside and felt his cock stiffen again. Gary begged little Timmy to fuck him again. His surrender to the much smaller boy was complete and he loved it. Tim woke from his sleep, it was 4 AM. He tried to make sense of all that happened to him in the last 12 hours. His mind pushed aside the unpleasant aspects. He loved Gary's vulnerable side that was shown ever so briefly in the car that afternoon. He was anxious to see if the things that Chris told him about Gary's apparent transformation were true. Gary was truly disturbed, he knew that, but something about him made him want to try again. He hoped that Gary would be in school and that they would have an opportunity to talk. This time it would have to be on his terms not Gary's. ========================================================== Dave was awakened by the nurse, time for his 4 AM meds. He was heartened by the thought that he would be going home today. The doctor would be in about 10 AM to give him a final check and release him. He looked at the empty chair that Tom had slept in the previous night. His thoughts were of Tom and the pleasant times ahead of them. He was finally free to love Tom openly without fear of reprisal. He thought also of the two uncles that his mother had secretly kept in contact with over the years despite his father's disapproval. He wanted to learn so much more about them. Tom was alone, asleep in his bed. Craig was in his. Justin and Chris were curled up together as 4 AM turned to 4:01. In only a few short hours they would all be back at school to face yet another day. It was the fifth day since the impact of Christopher's answer had turned so many lives around..... somehow it seemed much longer. end chapter 12 I appreciate your feedback. What do you like/dislike about this story? E-mails to: edswanky@hotmail.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/christopher-answers/christopher-answers-30 | Date: Tue, 31 Aug 1999 07:42:17 -0700 (PDT) From: ed swanky Subject: Christopher-answers Ch 30 If you are underage or graphic sexual stories are prohibited in your community...do not read this. This story is completely fictional. I would appreciate all comments especially those of a constructive or encouraging nature. My e-mail address: edswanky@yahoo.com Christopher Answers Chapter 30 Christopher had spent the whole week sleeping at Justin's house and he needed quality time with his parents. Justin dropped him off at his house around 10:30 AM, enough time to get dressed to go with them to the 11 o'clock mass at St. Gregory's Catholic Church. His Mom and Dad were feeling a little hurt that Christopher seemed to have abandoned them. His Dad would have insisted that he stop the 'sleepovers' at Justin's house but his Mom talked him out of it. In the little amount of time that he spent with them last week, she recognized the change in Christopher. He was happier and more confident; her little boy was growing up. She often regretted the decision to start him in school so early. Chris was the youngest and smallest boy in his first grade class. At that early age he begged his parents to allow him to be in the same class with Justin, his new kindergarten friend. Little did she know that their special bond would wind up with them becoming lovers. There was no way of turning back the clock now, her little Chris was soon to graduate from High School. His decision on which college to attend was predicated on the choice that Justin would make. Justin had received twelve baseball scholarship offers and narrowed his decision to two Universities, 'coincidentally' because they both had accepted Christopher's application for enrollment. The thought of a four year separation from his little Christopher was unthinkable to him. Justin intended to go straight home but found himself driving past Martha's house at the other end of town. He parked his car down the street hoping to catch a glimpse of his Dad. He was there for about 15 minutes and about ready to leave when he saw a car pull into Martha's driveway. Russell got out, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door and extended his hand to Martha. They stood there talking for a minute or so when he saw the big man give her a peck on the cheek. Even from a distance, he could see the love they shared. It was strange to see this man, *his father*, kissing Gary's mom. His dream from last night had *his mom* and Russell falling in love and getting married. He felt a momentary loss but it was soon replaced by the happiness he felt for Martha. He remembered how sad she was the night he and Christopher visited. It was good to see her smiling. When they went inside her house, Justin started the car and drove home. His mom was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee and reading the Sunday paper. He put his strong arms around her from the back of her chair and hugged her just a little longer and tighter than he normally did. Then he kissed her cheek and sat down across from her. "What did I do to deserve that, dear," she asked. Justin only smiled as he picked up the sports section that was laying on the table. -------------------------------------------------------------------- After church, Christopher and his parents went to a restaurant for lunch. When they were seated he saw Dave's uncles getting up to leave from their booth at the other end of the room. As they were walking toward the cashier they saw Christopher and stopped to say hello. Chris introduced them to his parents who were slightly shocked to see that Ray was a black man. Christopher had told them about the pair but never mentioned that they were an interracial couple. Pleasantries were exchanged for a few minutes. Christopher beamed with delight at their chance meeting. His thoughts were of the two occasions they were together and the wonderful time he had with them. When they left, Christopher's father asked him why he didn't tell them that Ray was black. Christopher was a little annoyed at his father for asking the question. "Would that have made a difference Dad!!" His father picked up on the irritation in his son's voice. He thought for a few seconds and realized the implication of what he asked and was a little ashamed of himself. "No Chris, it wouldn't have. It was a dumb question to ask." His mother diffused the awkward situation by looking at the menu and commenting on the specials that were listed. Her Christopher had indeed grown up and she was so very proud of him at that moment. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Craig was in his back yard tossing a football with his little brother. Next door he finally saw the couple who moved in a few days ago. A little boy about Michael's age stood watching them from the hedge row that separated their yards. Craig saw that he was a bit shy and asked him if he wanted to join in. Michael just met him yesterday and called to him. "Hey Gary!" "Hey Mike!" Gary came through a hole in the hedge that dated back to when Craig was their age. "This is my big brother Craig", Michael said with obvious pride in his voice. "Glad to meet you Gary", Craig said. Craig tossed the football to Gary who caught it and threw it to Mike. They formed a triangle and passed it between them for some time before Craig told them he needed to take a rest. The three of them sat on the patio, drinking cokes and getting better acquainted. The kid had a shock of uncombed red hair and freckles. He was seven years old, same age as Michael. In a matter of minutes, Craig's wit and charm had the kid smiling. "Wish I had a big brother like you! Alls I have is a dumb old sister who can't even catch." Just then they heard a feminine voice from Gary's yard. "Gary! lunch is ready. Time to come home." Craig looked over and his heart skipped a beat. Standing there in the yard next door was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had shoulder length auburn hair that framed the face of an angel. When she saw Craig sitting there with her brother and his friend, she blushed and momentarily looked toward the ground. 'He is sooooo cute', she thought to herself. "Gotta go!" Gary said. "There is my dumb sister now." Craig got up, put his hand on Gary's shoulder and walked with him to the hedge opening. He never took his eyes off the vision in a dress that had suddenly appeared there. They exchanged glances until Craig managed to blurt out: "Hi! My name's Craig, I'm Michael's brother." "Nice to meet you Craig, I'm Kathy, Gary's sister." Craig leaned over and whispered in Gary's ear loud enough for Kathy to hear. "I agree with you kid, your sister is as beautiful as you said she was." Gary looked at Craig with an odd expression, crinkled his freckled nose like he smelled something bad, then walked past his sister toward their back door. Kathy blushed at Craig's remark and demurely looked away. 'I'm in love', Craig thought to himself. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Tom and Dave said goodbye to Tom's relatives following the noon Church service. They had time to make the 1:30 PM movie at the mall if they hurried. The house lights dimmed just as they took their seats in the back row. They looked around and saw only one other couple in the same section as them. Tom took Dave's hand in his and briefly brought it to his lips for a tender kiss. The other couple were not as cautious as they were but then, heterosexual couples didn't have anything to fear from openly displaying their love for each other. They seemed like a strange pair, the girl was much taller than the guy and he had his head resting in the crook of her arm. Tom got a little bolder as he moved his hand to rest on Dave's lap. Dave groaned slightly when Tom hooked his fingers underneath to squeeze his denim covered cock. He turned his head toward Tom and they kissed each other on the lips. In the flickering light, Tom got a better view of the other couple. To his surprise, he recognized that it was Taylor and Tim. Taylor's long hair made him appear to be a girl at first glance. Tim held Taylor's hand that dangled from the protective arm draped across his shoulder. They were in love and neither feared the consequences of upsetting some uptight homophobes who may be watching them. They had the audacity of youth on their side. Tom was emboldened by their public display and decided to drape his arm around his lover. Dave responded by leaning into Tom's chest and stayed there for the balance of the movie. When the house lights came back on, the boys met in the aisle on their way out of the theater. Spontaneously, Tim kissed both Tom and Dave on the cheek when they said their 'hellos'. The two younger boys accepted Tom's offer to drive them home rather than calling Tim's parents to pick them up. The two sophomores were still a year away from being old enough to get their driver's licenses. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Elder John sat in his darkened apartment and stared blankly at the small TV screen. It was in these quiet moments that his tormented thoughts turned to his younger brother Michael. Lately another face was starting to appear. The new face was that of his son Gary. The foundation of his belief system had been shaken. He wondered by God allowed this to happen. He felt like 'Job' in the bible. God had stripped Job of all his worldly possessions and destroyed his family to test his faith. He felt that God was testing him in a similar manner. He must continue to be resolute, stay on the path that God had chosen for him, prove his worthiness and all would be restored to him. Ed Jordan was to blame for this. Everything was fine before he took over as Principal of the school. Tomorrow evening at the School Board meeting, things would change, God would surely see to that. God will not continue to permit the virus of homosexuality to infect the children. This abomination would be struck down by a righteous demonstration of God's power. *Praise the Lord*!, he shouted. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Justin and his mom spent the day together. She talked for hours about when she was a little girl, her hopes and dreams. In the course of that she described her crush on Russell Watkins and the night that Justin was conceived. She told him about the day he was born and the happiness she felt when he was first placed in her arms. "Jim Parker was a good man", she told him. "He loved you the best he could. I will never forget the look in his eyes when he found out that I would not be able to have any more children. He still loved us both but I knew that his dreams of having his own children would prevent him from ever being completely happy. He would have never left us but I couldn't do that to him. I asked him for a divorce when he started to drink as a means to escape from his true feelings. I often thought about calling Russell to tell him about you but I didn't want him to marry me out of his sense of guilt and obligation. After he moved away, I heard that he got married and I was happy for him." "When I saw him at Gary's funeral, all the memories came back and I could finally put them to rest. I saw the look of love in his eyes when he was with Martha. The same look was in her eyes. I hope that some day the two of them can make a life together." "You have found something special with Christopher. Don't ever let that go. I look at the two of you and can see the love you have for each other. God has answered my prayers. I wanted you to find someone to love who would love you in return. I worried that you would never be able to give yourself unconditionally to another person. It is a difficult thing to do, to open up yourself completely. I worried about the aggressive nature that you've always had. In this past week, I've seen that change dramatically. Christopher is responsible for that. His kind, gentle nature has enabled you to become more open and loving. I think of him as my second son and I love him dearly." It was a little after 9 PM when Justin heard the car pull up in the driveway. He looked out the window just in time to see Christopher kiss his parents and walk toward the front door. Justin's heart skipped a beat, his little lover was returning to him. He opened the front door and when Chris saw him, his face lit up, and he ran the last few steps into his waiting arms. Justin hugged him tightly to his chest and never wanted to let him go. His mom walked past them and waved good-bye to his parents. Chris' parents felt much better now. Christopher was safe and happy. That was all they ever wanted for him since the day he was born. end chapter 30 Please let me know what your thoughts are? What do you like/dislike about Christopher-answers? My thanks to those who continue to respond and help to shape this story, I appreciate it more than you may realize. ed swanky E-mails to: edswanky@yahoo.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-initiation | from Studs BBS (415) 495 - 2929 THE INITIATION Written for Pink Triangle by Chris Savage It all began one night after college. I had gone round to the home of one of my tutors for some extra work. That had all worked out rather nicely since I found this particular tutor quite attractive, though of course I thought he didn't know that I was gay, or how attractive I thought he was. I knocked on the door, and after a while the door opened to reveal him. He was dressed much more casually than we ever saw him at college. I must admit I was floored for a moment when I saw him. He invited me in and asked me if I'd like a coffee. I said yes, and he told me to go and sit down on the sofa. I sat down on his smooth leather sofa, and picked up a magazine from the coffee table in front of me. Imagine what I felt when I saw a rubber hood underneath the magazine. He came back into the room and saw me with the hood in my hand. "Oh ... er ... I'm sorry. I don't know what to say", he said. I could tell he was embarrassed. I said "No ... It's ... great!" He saw the bulge in my trousers growing. Suddenly we had a rapport, and he asked me if I was into "that sort of thing". I told him that I'd never tried it, but it gave me such a turn on that I'd love to. I never dreamt that I'd ever be discussing anything like this with my tutor! "Would you like to try it? You could be my slave if you wanted to", he said. We were both so excited, and I replied that I'd like that. "Then go upstairs. First on the left. When I come in I want to see you naked and ready for your initiation," he said. I said "Yes Sir", and went upstairs. I pushed open the door and saw what looked like a torture chamber! By this time I was dripping wet, I was so excited it was incredible. After a quick look around I stripped off and stood to attention, waiting for the master to come in. I think he intentionally waited a long time before he came in, just to get me worked up. When he came in he inspected me, then instructed me to lie on the doctor's couch. I turned round and saw the shiny couch ... It had straps on it. I walked over and laid down on it. I was shaking because I was so damn excited. This was like a dream come true. He walked over, and quickly strapped me down. First my arms, then my neck. He locked my ankles into a handcuff-like thing. Like a solid piece of tube with holes for either leg at each end. He locked each one and suddenly I was completely immobile. My naked body strapped down, legs open wide, ready for the master to begin work on me. He produced the rubber hood and pulled it over my head. There was only a hole for my nose and a zip over my mouth, and it was so tight. I knew that it was all happening now. He started playing with my tits until they became hard, then he clamped them tight. He encased my balls in a tight leather strap, which he attached a cord to - it ran through a pulley in the roof and had a weight on the end. It pulled my balls taut, lifting them clear of my asshole. I was going crazy inside the hood ... I couldn't see what he was doing, or what he would do to me next. Then he went onto my cock and strapped it up incredibly tight. There was no way it could go down now even if it wanted to, and I knew I couldn't cum until he removed it. He started attaching spring clothes pegs to the surface of my balls ... The bastard! God it hurt, as if having them stretched out with those weights wasn't enough. I would have stopped him , but of course I couldn't because of all the straps and bondage on me. He unlocked one of my ankles and moved my legs back over my head, then locked my ankle in again and locked the pipe to the wall. Now he wanted my ass. I felt him slap me with some hard, smooth object. Like a cricket bat covered in rubber or something like that. After a few slaps I felt him start pushing his fingers into my hole. Just one to begin with, then he started using two. I could feel him pushing in and out all the time, using extra fingers when he wanted to. After that, he forced a butt plug up deep into my ass, then he undid the zip in my hood and forced his cock down into my throat. By this time I had already cum once, but I was so worked up that I wanted more. He climaxed and shot his load down my throat, but like me he still wanted more. After a while he took out the butt plug and shoved his new toy deep into me. At first I thought it was just a dildo but then he started pumping it up. It was some sort of inflatable dildo. It was incredible feeling this thing growing deep inside me in continual little jerks. He kept blowing the thing up for what seemed like ages, until he suddenly pulled it out and started forcing these two inch rubber balls into me, all connected together with cord. He left those there for about 10 minutes while he continued playing with my nipples and balls. He kept flicking the end of my cock, which was still tightly strapped up. It kept wanting to grow and god how it wanted to cum, but the strapping round it was so tight that it couldn't. When he'd had enough of that he grabbed the cord hanging out of my ass and slowly pulled the thick rubber balls out of me. He replaced the balls with his cock, and started pounding in and out of me. He quickly undid the strapping around my aching cock and he started wanking me at the same time. By that time neither of us could hold out any longer and we both burst into one of the biggest climaxes which either of us had ever experienced. A while later, once I had been freed from all the bondage and we had both tidied ourselves up, we sat on the sofa and chatted. We agreed that we'd have to do it again. I'd never have thought that my tutor was this way inclined, but now I've found out, I'm so glad he is! |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/paul-eric-farm/paul-eric-farm-3 | Date: Thu, 9 Mar 2000 13:22:58 EST From: Mark Subject: Paul Eric Farm III Part III The following Monday had come and Paul and I had gone out to the barn to do the morning chores. I was in my usual attire, a pair of work boots, a jock strap, and a hooded sweatshirt. But what was unusual was that after chores I didn't get fucked like I usually did. I figured that something must be brewing. That entire day we spent preparing the combine and other equipment for that coming week. We changed belts and lubed different parts. By the end of the day I was covered in black grease and dirt, I looked more like a dirty auto mechanic than a dirty farm stud/hand/bitch. But only wearing a pair of work boots, a jock strap, and a sweatshirt you can imagine what I looked like. It was that afternoon that Paul told me the two boys were coming to help combine the corn for the next week or two. They were going to come to help with chores tonight and then stay for the next week or longer. My heart started beating real fast as I became really nervous. My cock grew hard almost instantly at hearing the news. Though I was wondering if Paul was going to reveal me to them the way I was, as his little bitch that he fucked whenever he pleased. I would soon find out. Paul told me, "Bend over for your but plug. I want you to wear your plug until I take it out for you. Then I want you to take off your jock strap and go up to the house and put on a pair of coveralls." I bent over and Paul slid the plug into place. As always it began to drive me wild as it rubbed against me prostrate. It was unusual for Paul to let my erection hang free from my jock strap. But it felt good to let my cock and balls hang free from the confining jock strap. But I was confused, I didn't know if this meant that Paul was going to try and conceal our true relationship as Master and bitch/slave from two these two studs? Or if he had something else in mind, but ultimately I had no choice in the matter and I had to trust my master. I returned to the barn wearing the coveralls. Paul inspected me thoroughly. He said, "Good, that's just the way I want you." As he padded my bulging hard on as it pressed against the coverall I was wearing. Anyone who looked at me could tell I had a raging erection bulging under the coveralls. But this is the way Paul wanted me. Paul ordered me up to the hay mow to get some hay down to put in the feeding bins. When I was up there the two young men came that were going to help out. Their names were Alan and Brian. They were two absolute studs, I couldn't imagine where Paul found these two men. Then Paul started shouting up to me in the loft, "Hey Eric, Bitch, get down here and meet our new help." I came down and took off my leather gloves and introduced myself. They were both absolutely gorgeous, hard firm young men in their early twenties. Alan had sandy brown hair and Brian was a stunning red head. They both were wearing jeans, work boots, and a sweatshirt. These men made their living by plowing snow in the wintertime. Then in the Spring and Fall they would help farmers with planting and harvest. Then in the Summer they just did odd jobs and helped farmers bale hay. They had a great setup all year round, and bodies that would allow them to make a living anytime of the year. It would have been hard not to notice my bulging cock under my coveralls. Alan and Brian instinctively moved their eyes to the bulge in my coveralls. They didn't say anything but were clearly aware that I was aroused. Little did they know I was impaled on a giant prong up my ass jetting up against my prostrate. "Well men, lets get to work and finish milking so we can have some fun." Paul said. We all helped and finished milking the cows in record time with all the assistance. After chores we stood in the barn and Paul explained to our new help my role for them. "Men, I want you to know Eric here is at your disposal for anything you need and desire! And I mean anything! I know you men will be away from your women for the next week and you'll need to release some of that sexual buildup. He will do anything you ask or force on him. Watch this guys..." Paul turned to me and told me to take my coveralls off. I did as I was told. My cock bounced free and to attention as I stood there half naked. "Now kneel down and get your bitch ass over here and start licking my crotch," he ordered. I did as he ordered and started licking the denim over his crotch. Paul pressed my head into his growing bulge. Alan and Brian just looking in amazement at my obedience. I knew I was a well trained bitch, but I didn't have a choice in the matter. Brian the more outgoing and loud one said, "Holy shit man, look at that! He'll do anything? Wow man you sure have that bitch trained!" As he laughed with his friend. "Can I really ask him to do anything?" Brian asked. "Hell ya man, try it! He is here for your every want and need." Paul said to Brian. Brian looked down and kicked a rock with his dirty work boot trying to think of something to have me do. "Hey bitch why don't you come over here and lick my work boots clean." Brian ordered. Now if you ever worked in a dairy barn and milked cows you'll know that its not uncommon to get your work boots full of cow shit. I knew I had no choice in the matter, so I knelt down in front of Brian and lowered my head to his boots and started licking. As I tongue bathed his boots Brian and Alan both were visually becoming seriously aroused at the prospect of what this meant. Brian began rubbing his crotch. Finally Brian stopped me and said, "That's good bitch. Real good! Now why don't you come up here and put that mouth to good use." He grabbed me by the hair and pushed my head into his crotch. In a frantic hurry he unzipped his jeans and pushed them and his underwear down and let his 8 inch rod bounce free. Within seconds I was deep throating this new farm stud. His cock slid in and out of my mouth with great force. He held my head firm as he thirsted his hips back and forth. There was nothing easy or gentile the way he was forcing his throbbing cock down my throat. You could tell Brian was becoming lost in the moment. Alan wasted no time and whipped his cock out as well and began stroking himself. Brian pulled Alan over close to him and began kissing him passionately. It was obviously the first time the two studs started to explore each other. With the both of them kissing each other, it brought of their cocks close so I started giving attention to both of their cocks, sucking and licking each of their cocks. Then I heard Paul from behind me say, "Alan, why don't you mount my boy from the ass end that way each of you can have a nice piece. Alan didn't need any coaxing. He asked, "You mean I should fuck him up the ass? You mean stick my cock up his ass? Holy shit man!" It was then that I realized just how inexperienced these studs were. But I assure you they were learning fast, real fast. Paul said to him, "you can do whatever you want. Nothing is off limits when it comes to my little bitch." Alan pulled his cock away from my mouth and moved to the back of me so that he could begin to mount me. Alan had a beautiful cock that was about 7 inches long. It was very thick with a huge bulging head on it. Alan didn't know much about fucking guys up the ass. He wasted no time and shoved his cock deep into my ass. But being impaled on my normal dildo and ass plug prepared me well for fast action thrusting cocks like what Alan was doing to me. I was being impaled from both ends with two beautiful farm stud cocks. The sight would have made anyone blow their wad just watching me being raped by these two studs. It didn't take long and Paul was blowing his juices deep into my throat. Streams and streams of hot juice was hitting the back of my throat. Knowing I brought a new master to fulfillment brought such satisfaction to myself. Paul moaned and groaned as I milked him dry. Meanwhile Alan continued thrusting his cock up my ass. He was shouting at his buddy Brian, "Holy fuck man, Brian this is fucking awesome. It's like better then pussy. You got to try this man." Paul and Brian just laughed at him as he whaled on my ass thrusting harder and harder. I was now giving Alan all of my attention to his invading cock. Being controlled and in the possession of this invading stud was driving me wild. I started yelling at him, "Fuck me you stallion, harder, harder...I love it!" Though Alan wasn't consciously trying to arouse me, he was. His thrusting cock was hitting me right in the right spot and it was driving me crazy. I began to blow my wad. Blowing my wad without permission was a big no no with my master Paul. But I had absolutely no control on this one. The cumming action of my cock caused me to clamp down on Alan's cock jutting up my ass. He started screaming and it was at this point that I felt the warm juices fill my inner ass. It felt so good to have this new stud blow himself up my ass. Paul satisfied at the first session with his new help. Paul said to me, "Boy, aren't you going to thank your new masters for their assault on you?" I said, "Yes sir. Thank you sirs! Thank you for violating me! Thank you for making me deep throat your cocks. Thank you for fucking my ass real hard! If I can be of any service to you please don't hesitate to ask. Thank you sirs!" Paul said, "that's a way boy, that's better. Now get your fucking ass up to the house and make dinner! These men I am sure have worked up a good appetite." I said, "Sir, Yes sir." I stood up trying to regain my composure after I just got deep throated and fucked up the ass by these two new farm studs. Paul threw my hooded sweatshirt at me and told me to get up to the house and start dinner. Feeling violated and assaulted I walked up to the house from the barn. Of course I only had on my sweatshirt and work boots. I quickly got to work on dinner. When the men came in from the barn twenty minutes later they told me it smelled great. Both Brian and Alan both came into the kitchen and gave me a big hug and a passionate kiss. When Brian hugged me he said, "I know what your mouth feels like. But after dinner I am going to try out that ass for dessert." He then slapped me on the ass and winked at me. I served them dinner in my usual attire. Now that I was inside I took off my dirty barn sweatshirt. So I served them completely naked. Brian and Alan both raved at all of my wonderful abilities. As soon as dinner was over they shoved all the dirty plates and dishes to one end of the table. Brian then grabbed me and threw me down on the table. Oh Fuck, I thought to myself here we go again. There I was bent over the table face down with my ass right where Brian wanted it. Brian wasted no time pulled his jeans down and started yanking his cock to get it nice and hard. He didn't have to work on it to long and it was rock hard. He reached down the table and scooped up a pile of butter with his fingers and greased up his erect cock. With that he shoved his monster cock deep into my ass. He began pumping and assaulting my ass as hard as he could. Feeling his big balls slap up against my ass knowing that it wouldn't be long before they were drained again up my ass. I was going wild knowing I was pleasing my new master. That I was being controlled and violated by him. It didn't take long and Brian was unloading his creamy juices deep up my ass. Having his lubed cock and ball juices up my ass I was well lubed and ready for the next cock. Paul more then excited by what had taken place in the barn and now on the table was the next in line. He got up behind me and mounted me like the little bitch animal I was to these men. He took his monster cock and shoved it up my ass. Feeling Paul's familiar cock up my ass gave me a sense of assurance and security. Knowing my master Paul loved me and only did to me what I really needed. He knew that I needed to be assaulted and controlled like this. He was right. I moaned and groaned as I tried getting Paul off. Paul worked his cock up my ass real fast and hard. I knew all the action had gotten to him and he needed very little stimulation to blow his wad. He fucked my ass for about five minutes before he blew his wad. Relieved and exhausted he collapsed on top of me. As his cock began to soften he pulled out of my ass. He had me tongue bath his cock until it was nice and clean. I worked hard that night trying to make the new farm hands as comfortable as possible. The next week on the farm would prove to be a busy week. To be continued.... |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you-51 | Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2022 19:39:38 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 51 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR MOAN. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or link www.bit.ly/2x8dXEV TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 51 He did that for some time, stroking a single finger up and down my spine, exciting me so much. Sometimes his hand stayed on my backside for a bit and just sort of cupped it, like it was warm, or cold and he was heating it. My hands were by my sides and I wanted to touch him. He was just looking at me, like I interested him, then he stretched and told me to put my arms around him so we could hug - and our pricks pressed together like they were trying to get at each other. We had been kissing for quite some time when he just stopped touching me eased me away from him with a sigh. "Go get me a glass of water," he said. I did as he told me, and when I handed it to him he drank most of it and told me to finish it. "It's important to stay hydrated," he said. I finished the glass and put it on the table. Then, cause I didn't know what to do, I knelt down. Po leant on the table edge, half standing, with his hand on his bulge, looking at me, like he was thinking about what he could do. I didn't know what to do, so I just said, "I like your brother." "Yeah?" Po smiled. "Yeah. He's hot!" I said. "The way he touched me it was as though he really wanted to fuck me!" "He didn't," said Po. He took my hand like he was about to shake it, but didn't, he just held it, like to keep my attention. "Jobal's like that. He's extremely magnetic sexually. He can get it out of anything. He's like a magician. You aren't the only one." "I'm not?" "No. He's like that. He makes everyone think he's going to fuck them and want it. But he wouldn't be nice to you. Trust me. He's a bastard and just uses people." 'He could use me,' I thought. "I know what you're thinking," said Po, "but don't think it. Jobal is a genuine cunt and all this bro stuff is just a front. He'd knife you without a thought. Trust me. He'd use you and you might like that except he won't care. He'll use you for his stuff, what he wants, not for you and not even for sex. He'll manipulate you. He'll get you to do things you'll regret." "Like what?" "Stuff. Trust me. Don't get involved." "But aren't I involved now?" "Look, I'm trying to keepmyou out of it. You've got a ways to go. He's oked you. I needed that. But you still need a whole load, yeah? Next we'll get your brand and then we'll be home free." "My brand?" I said. "Yeah, we've got to get you marked up. You heard him. I know he sounded casual about it but that was just his way of saying, like, it's a condition isn't it." "A condition of what?" "Approval. Acceptance. Otherwise he can't protect us yeah?" I blinked. "Do you understand?" "I ..." "Do you understand or not?" "I ... No. I don't understand. Am I going to be branded, like an animal, like actually branded with an actual brand?" I said incredulously. "Yeah. Something like that," he laughed "That's the condition." My blood ran cold. "Must hurt a fuxknof a lot. What, like burnt? Burnt with a hot wire or something?" Po looked at me and smiled. "Something like that." I couldn't believe it. "Something like that?" "He-ey babes ... not exactly. More like a scar. Like a deep scar or something. I'm not sure. Like a sort of permanent scar, yeah? Sort of. You're not going to be difficult about it are you? Hey? Hey, you wanted this remember." "No I didn't!" "Yes you did. You said it it. You said Obey, yeah? You said Obey. Well this is what Obey looks like yeah? And anyway ..." "Anyway what?" "Anyway I'll prepare you." "Prepare me? How will you prepare me?" Po softened slightly, gripping my hand in a sweaty fist, "Hey babes, I'm not going to just do it, am I? I'm going to do some work preparation, aren't I? or it'll be too much won't it? I'll get you used to it, gradually." "How the fuck will you get me used to it? I'm sorry," I said, remembering his threat, "But, Po ... That is fucking bullshit!" I said, "I'm not a moron. I'm not going to just say, Oh yeah do this painful thing to me and I'll accept it and just want more! Fuck!" Which was a bit too far cause then Po changed. "You thought I was joking. But I wasn't fucking joking," he said, slapping me about the head. "Hey!" He slapped my face. "Enough of that. Remember! It's like I said: Work. Training. I'll raise your pain threshold - that's how it's done. I'll train you to take more, raise your pain level until you can bear more and then raise it and raise it, and I'll make you grateful, I'll make you beg for it, yeah? And you'll wake in the night wanting it. You'll be somewhere and feel the need and want me to hurt you. You'll wake up asking me for pain. Even longing for it, looking forward to it, craving it yeah? It won't even hurt that much. So there's this training, until it's there, about to happen, and you'll be looking at it and wanting me to do it. Yeah? Begging me. It's quite a simple process. So each day," he changed his grip on my hand, "everyday, we'll be working out and increasing your strength, and making you more and more proud of your body, more proud of your threshold for pain, proud, able to take it, proud to take more, and more and more horney. You won't believe how horney. You'll be living and dreaming pain. I've seen it! And I'll be punishing you, hurting you in ways so bit by bit ... you'll get used to it won't you? You'll be able to take more, and by the time it's time you'll be actually be begging me for it. You'll be actually saying - I want this, please! Po, I want it, I want this, I want you to scar me, pleeese Po! Pleeese mark me, permanently, pleeeze Po I'm begging you, pleeeeze Po, mark me up, make it hurt, pleeeeeze Po mark it, mark it up!" He laughed at his mocking impersonation of me begging him like I was moaning during sex. "Yeah? TRUST me, YOU WILL!" He laughed, but he was serious and I was so turned on! "Here, stand up." And I still wasn't dressed, so my prick was standing out like a flag and he could see it like, 'Hello! Hello! I'm turned on! Had you noticed?' Yeah? "Pleeze Po, pleeze Po, pleeze, mark me up!" he joked, tapping my dick. I pulled away but he grabbed me. We both laughed. He grabbed my neck and mock-chocked me. "So you got any more of your stupid questions or can we get on?" He let go and looked at me, his hand resting on my shoulder. I thought about it a second, "So where will it be? On my arm?" Po exhaled. "Fuck babes, that depends. I'll have to ask. I know babes have it on the behind." "They mark them as well?" "You heard what he said about Mila! So yeah, some of the times." "I didn't know that's what he meant." "You didn't didn't you?" "No! I didn't. Fuck. That's Terrible." "I know. It's not me. It's them. Yeah?" "Po you're one of these people." "Aw stop whining, you stupid fuck! You're not a girl. You can take it. It'll look cool. You'll love it. It's sexy to be owned and marked up with your scar so everyone can see. 'Property of Po'. Trust me." "How would you know?" "How would I know? What do you think I don't see it? I've fucked these fellas with marks and ownership." "How come? If they're owned by someone else?" "Sometimes their owners want them exercised out. Sometimes they owe me one or something. Look I told you, you're not the first fag I've destroyed!" "And where were they marked?" "On the buttocks but also the arm, upper arm, here," he indicated the muscle at the top of my arm where that bloke Derek had looked (if you remember) "yeah, different places. Or the chest. Once it had to be on the back of the neck, but that's been relaxed. Several I saw on the shoulders. Leg. Could be anywhere." "Oh. Right," I said, "That helps!" "Babes it's not meant to be like a secret. It's an identification yeah? So it's got to go where so ... I just want it to be visible at all times. I want people to know it when they see it, you know? That you are one of ours and no messing." "So where is that then, for fucks sake, if it's gotta be visible?" "Forearm? Or up here," he pointed to my shoulder again, "What do you want? What do you think? Don't you want to though? Don't you want people to know you've been marked up and you belong to Jobal's brother? I'd'a thought you would. I'd'a thought you'd be proud of that!" "I am Po! I am proud of belonging to you. I like to belong to you!" My dick was sticking out. I felt like I was pretending to be afraid, but I wasn't. And I was thinking, 'I just wish my fucking wood would go down; it's like everything I say my dick says the opposite. "What's wrong then? Why are you being a cunt about it?" said Po. "Look I just don't think I need a fucking bitch stamp, like a fucking ... total ... fucking ... sex ... fucking ... fag-bitch!" I said. "I already know what I am!" I'd snapped I guess, huh. And he slapped me hard on the face, "Hey, Enough of that!" And then he slapped me some more just for luck, just to make it clear I'd gone over the edge. Until I was crying and trying to dodge it. "Cause. You. Are. A. Fucking. Bitch. Slut. Cum. Dump. You. Fucking. Cunt!" said Po, and he spat on my face. "You're just like Dean!" I said, wondering where Dean was. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 51 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you-100 | Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2023 08:22:09 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 100 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR WOOF. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or use this link www.bit.ly/3SMcydH TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES ON NIFTY. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 100 Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 47 - Jake's friend Po nodded at me, "Tell him how you feel yeah? Tell him. Say what you think. Don't pretend like you can't speak. Go on. Tell him. Go on!" I still didn't understand. "TELL HIM!" And I started to whimper cause I didn't know what he wanted from me at all. It was hopeless. I was so confused. I just waited and sort of made these stupid noises cause I didn't know what he meant. Whimpering noises. What did I think? I didn't know what to think did I? How could I? Jake was adamant, "You two seem to have chosen cruelty, brutality and humiliation as a lifestyle ..." He glanced at me and moaned, "Look at him Po! He is my friend isn't he? Now look at him! He's an animal. Look at what you and your brother's done to him! He's totally fucked up. We were supposed to be his friends. Friends look out for friends - that's how it is!" He turned to me, "I thought you liked us! We liked you ..." " Po just shrugged and took out his phone, like he had better things to look at. I don't know how it happened but I suddenly found my voice, I suppose, cause of all of a sudden I was talking - and it sounded strange cause I hadn't even really been talking to Po for ages; all I did was lick his balls, or lick his hole - which he liked - or whatever, and just like make this noise what he liked, like a dog or something. Cause I literally was his dog now, wasn't I? Course I did say something to men if they asked me but only like, 'Yeah fuck me Sir!' or something, cause that's all they wanted to hear. So yeah. But now I found my voice again, just like Po told me to - cause he HAD told me to, so I did, and I was talking, like, "Yes Sir!" I said, and I had this hard on which was kind of embarrassing but I was like, yeah, so what? So I said, "yeah, we was friends, but Po owns me now and he looks out for me. He loves me and I love him! Sir." Po looked down at his phone but sort of smiled. I knew he was proud of me. But Jake looked at me with like this pity or something and said, "Have you been brainwashed?" "No Sir! Po owns me! He owns me now! He really does. Look at me. Because I want to be owned! I always did! And. And. And. And, as well ... Like; YOU never looked out for me! I was your fag and you just took advantage of me! Sir." Jake didn't take offence though. He just said, "Sir, Sir ... Please Sir! You HAVE been brainwashed! What the fuck! He's the one taking advantage, him and Jobal's crew," he pointed at Po, "they're using you worse than their fag. What have they done to you? You're covered in what the fuck are these, these scars?! It looks like ... like, I don't know what the fuck it is. Fuck knows what you've done! It's fucking crazy shit man!" "I think he's beautiful," said Po without looking up. Jake paused, but then carried on like Po hadn't spoken, "You're just this sex slave they use and rent out and ... abuse and hurt; you're worse off than an animal. We was your friends! Don't you know what friendship is?" "No," I said, "Sorry, no Sir, I do not know what it is. It sounds like ... like bollocks! Sir!" "The dog's bollocks," said Jake. "We were looking after you! We cared about you, cause you're a mate, aren't you? You're one of our mates; one of the gang! That's a mate, isn't it? And you're a mate." "Am I? Am I Sir? You treated me like I was an idiot. You talk down to me. You thought I'm a fool. But I'm not a fool Sir." Jake looked sad and shook his head. "I'm more intelligent than you are Sir," I said, "You're the idiots. But look at Jobal's people: they know what they're doing and he DOES protect me, Sir, he really does protect me. They really do Sir!" "Protect you from what? You weren't in any fucking danger you idiot, APART FROM THEM!" - Po grinned but didn't look up. And I was so hard - "THEY MADE IT ALL UP! The only danger you was in was from them! Jobal's the danger and you gave yourself up to him on a fucking plate!" "That's not true Sir! Po loves me! He loves me. He wanted to protect me but this was the ONLY way Sir! Can't you see that? Sir. Sorry Sir." I suddenly realised the sound of my voice was becoming disrespectful and I was sorry and then I thought, 'What if I'm punished?' Cause I didn't want to be punished did I? Po looked up from his phone and at me, a bit sternly, but he didn't say anything. He just watched, and his face was sort of expressionless, but also sort of approving. I knew then I was saying the right thing. I think he was proud of me. I knew he would fuck me later, or something, if I waited. I had to wait but he always did. Because he loved fucking me. And we loved fucking! Jake was like he didn't see any of this. He was fixated on his whatever it was, this argument or something and trying to be reasonable, like, I don't know what the hell he hoped to achieve? Like I'd say, All right then? And then what? And then where would we be? It was hopeless. "Po wanted you all right! Because ... you're ... you're lovely, aren't you? you're compliant and thoughtful and obedient and, for fucks sake, incredibly easy to train. You need protection, but you love it, being told what to do. I mean you always do whatever anybody tells you to ... you always did ..." He sighed and stretched his leg a bit, like to adjust it cause it was uncomfortable. "... I admit, perhaps we took advantage of you. Cause it was almost fucking impossible not to wasn't it? Only John could resist cause he's one hundred and one percent straight and he didn't want to even get involved with all that but even he was involved cause we all were and even he took advantage of you and told you to do shit, so, like we was all was responsible; so was I. Me included, yeah? I admit it. Ok? So yeah, we all did. But it's not easy to do the right thing like always, and the rest, ok, the rest of us couldn't resist. Yeah, sorry, but you were too easy ... but we always looked out for you, didn't we?" He looked at me. He put his hand out and let me lick his hand. He poked his fingers through the cage and stroked my hair. He smiled. "Didn't we?" I liked him touching me. I knew he'd like to touch my hole and fuck me. Po didn't know that, but I did and I got hard all over again cause I knew what he secretly wanted, didn't I? But all he did was stroke my hair. That's all he could do. He didn't want me to be his dog. He wanted me to be his girlfriend. He looked at Po. "Can't he get out?" Po looked startled. I think he was miles away or something. "What?" "Let him out? Let him out of this stupid cage?" "It isn't locked," Po said. "But he lives there. That's his. Don't spoil it for him." "That is so fucking twisted," said Jake - like that was all that was twisted, haha. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 100 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/high-school-humiliation/high-school-humiliation-4-5 | Date: Sat, 10 Apr 1999 00:29:44 PDT From: tim tim Subject: High School Humilliation Chapter 4 and 5 Chapter 4 High School Humiliation The next morning when I woke up, my attention was immediately drawn to the chair beside me were the jockstrap was lying. I didn't know what would be happening. If I had to be in the same room with the other kids just wearing that little thing for underwear I surely would get a hard on. I just started to think about how I could prevail that. I put my clothes on. I didn't wear jeans like I normally did. They were too tight and my dick could be seen right through it if my dick got hard. So when I came down my mother looked at my and said, "Well, you look handsome in those trousers. You should wear them more often then those stupid jeans." I just did if I didn't hear it and took the newspaper. After breakfast I went to ride to the station and get the train to school. The gym lesson was not the last hour but the third just before our morning break. I still had a bottle of pee in my bag. I took an empty one with me this morning so that should last whole day. I was walking right behind Brandon on the way from the station to school. I could see his beautiful hair hanging over his shoulders. I had trouble to control my self and not touching it. I saw through his trousers that he was wearing a small brief, his jeans were so tight that you could see the lines of his brief. Just before entering the school Brandon waited a moment until I was there and he asked, "Well, do you have your jockstrap on?" "Yes, Brandon," I said, "just as you told me" "We will see", and while he said that he gave me a tick on my bottom. Knowing that there was no underwear it came a little bit harder than it normally did. The first two hours past by. I already knew that it was almost impossible to obey Brandon completely. Our second hour of the day was on the other side than the gym. Other kids including Brandon would be there before I could. Despite that I wanted to be sure that I was one of the first from my class. When the bell went I took a sprint through the building. When I arrived I was not the first one there and Brandon was already standing in his underwear knowing that I had lost this one. I would still try to please him as much as I could. So instead of putting my bag in the corner and starting to undress myself with my T-shirt and blouse I quickly put of my shoes and started to button down my trouser. When I look up, I saw that Brandon was looking quite openly if I was wearing indeed the jockstrap. The moment I put of my trousers there were still kids entering, so I would be in my jockstrap for a long time. There I was standing in my jockstrap. I looked around and saw some of the kids looking back, not at my face but a little bit lower. I saw Brandon; he walked towards the toilets, still wearing only his underwear. He waved with his hand, telling me to follow him. Nobody seemed to notice it. So I started my way over to the other side. It was just if I could feel every part of my bottom, knowing that it was for all to see. When I came in the toilet Brandon was standing at the sink. "Well done," he said, "I never thought that you would do it. Because you weren't the first one in, you are going to get another chance when we are finished" I didn't answer him but just nod. He walked out of the toilet in to the lockers again. I knew I had to go back again right to the other side. Nobody said anything but I could feel his or her looks at me. When I was back at my corner I looked around to see if everybody was ready. One or two just entered so I had to wait a while. I started to unpack my bag trying to find something. The whole time standing with my butt for all to see. I heard some whispering on the other side but when I looked in that direction they stopped. So it would have been about my. In that same way I saw that the last two who had entered had their gym shorts on so I could do the same. It was just in time because my dick started to get hard. Even when I had seen Brandon alone in the gym I could control it. But it just started to become too much. When I had my gym shorts on, I looked down and saw that they fit quite tight around the jockstrap. This mends that I should keep my mind on something else for the complete hour. We had to do all whole of a lot different kind of exercises that day. The last one for me was at the rings. We had worked through the whole our in pairs and just as I could to the rings there was Brandon. He was going to be my partner over there. Coach just came by to tell what we had to do. If one of us could not do the exercise the other one must help him by putting his hand on the other ones bottom and pushing him. I saw Brandon smiling and while he walked towards the rings he passed me and whispered, "You are not doing that on your own, be sure that I must help you." I stared at him knowing that if he were going to touch my bottom without the underwear I probably would not be able to control my self. Only thinking of him helping me made my dick a little harder. It also became clear to me that if I would get a hard I had no time to let it go soft again, because I had to be the first one of my gym shorts in the locker room. Brandon was hinging in the rings already. He finished his routine without the help of me and was finished after a minute or so. I walked towards the rings and started with the routine. When the final excercise came I let myself fall. "Ok," coach said, he was just looked at me knowing that there was a good chance that I was going to fall. "Go on, Brandon, help him." I stood up again and took the rings and that time I felt the breath of Brandon in my neck and his hands on my butt. "Nice isn't it?" he said. While he was saying that he started to rub them a little bit and pushing them so I could get up at the same time. He didn't let go and with only the little material of gym shorts between my butt and his hand you could imagine what happened. I didn't say anything but I felt my dick gone hard, not a little but really hard. With the help of Brandon I finished the exercise. I turned around to Brandon; he was smiling and started even to laugh when he looked down at my crotch. " Go on" he said, " You know you are supposed to be the first one in the lockers. I went quickly and saw that some others were going in also. Brandon was walking right behind me. Knowing that he wouldn't want to miss anything. When I entered the lockers I saw that I was still could be the first one to be in my underwear (jockstrap for me). I got my shoes out of the way and pulled my shorts down. My dick was still very hard and my butt felt if Brandon had rubbed it hard. I had planned to stay with my backside to the other kids while I was going through my bags again pretending to look for something. Then I heard Brandon shout, "Tim, come over hear some of the us didn't see a jockstrap before and want to take a good look at it." Be a sport and turn around and show us your jockstrap" There was some laughter at the request of Brandon. The all supposed that I wasn't going to do that. When I looked at him I saw that the whole group of kids was standing in a half circle around Brandon. "Come on," he said. I turned myself around knowing that every body could see my very hard dick. I turned red quickly and felt ashamed of the fact that all my class mates could see the hard on I had. While I turned around I walked towards the middle of the cirkel and thought that the best way to handle this was to take it as a joke. When I stood in the middle for everybody to see I started to turn around ones in one direction and then back the other way around. Then I looked around and said "well this is the way the jockstraps is fitted at the back." At that moment I went with my head to the ground, touching with my hand my knees and with my bum in the air. When I came around I knew my hard dick was even gone harder at that moment. On one end of the circle I heard some kids say to each other, "Look, he is enjoying himself his dick is stiff." I became even harder but with the best smile I could make on my face I said out loud, "It feels great you guys, you should try it yourself." Some of them just laugh at that but I fought I had made the best out of the situation. The coach came in and shouted: "You should all be out of here in five minutes". He missed the show I just had given but he ended just in time. I looked at Brandon, he was smiling and it looked if I had done all right. I waited to be sure that I was going to be the last one and when I came out of the lockers Brandon was standing right there. "That was done very well", he said. "Next time I must remember that you can be very inventive towards unexpected situations. By the way I will see you tonight around seven again. You can bring back my jockstrap. " He didn't give me the time to answer him I knew I would be there. I was going to obey him. I was too afraid that he would show anyone the videotape. Even now after the show in the locker it would be came clear to every one what I was. Chapter 5 of High School Humiliation I managed to get through the day without to many remarks. During lunch break I didn't stay at school but went for a walk. I just couldn't understand that I reacted so cool. I just did the right thing so that it would not have been too obvious. The afternoon went by. I didn't spoke with Brandon any more but new I had to see him that evening. It was Friday so I could easily tell my partners that I was going to a friend's place. When I came home at four o'clock, I went to my room and started to change. I had to bring the jockstrap back to Brandon that evening. When I was standing in the room only wearing Brandon's jockstrap I could feel his hands again against my buttocks. I started to imagine that he was touching them again right there and now. I could feel how he tried to invade on my butt hole. I started to wriggle a little bit. At the same time my hands were stroking my cock true the jockstrap. Just thinking about how I had felt the breath of Brandon in my neck just blowing softly. Thinking about how I would turn my head and softly kiss him on his beautiful well-formed lips. Just thinking about that made me cum not realizing that I was still wearing Brandon's jockstrap. When I came to my full senses again and felt the wet warm stain in the jockstrap I became aware of what I had done. I took a look down at the jockstrap and started to take it off. I took it to the sink and started to get some cum of it with a towel. But instead of making the problem smaller it only became bigger. At last there was a big sticky place on the jockstrap. I could not clean it better and had no time to wash it before I had to go. I just had to make the best of it. It would be dried before I would be at Brandon's house. I put on jeans and a brief with a T-shirt and was ready to go. I went down stairs were dinner was ready. Just after diner I took my bicycle and went towards the station. Because it was Friday night you could see that there were more people than on another night. I made sure I was in time at Brandon's house this time. I took a train to early and walked around the station in the place were Brandon was living before going to his house. Then just before I entered I tried to remember where my bag with the bottles of piss was but I seemed to have left them at home. Well this was going to be a good evening. I could only hope for the best. I rang at the doorbell and a moment later Brandon opened the door. "You're on time," he said. "Walk on in and wait in the living room, I will be there in a moment." I went into the living room and took my place in front of the table. I waited there for just a moment. After five minutes he came walking back into the living room. "So? Well, we are going to make up the score so fa?" "First, take your clothes off." I started to take of my cloths. When I undid my jeans he said, "Where is my jockstrap? You are wearing a brief now. That is going to cost you one penalty." " I didn't tell you to change at home in another pair of underwear." "I am sorry," I said, "I misunderstood you I thought you wanted to have the jockstrap back" "I did," Brandon said, "but that does not giving you the right to change into something else". "Okay, where is your jockstrap? Hand it to me." I took the jockstrap out of my jacket and handed over to Brandon, trying to hide the mark in front of it. "You did well this morning during gym," he said. "Next time I don't expect you to have an answer ready." "Some of the kids found it the joke of the year and discussed it with everybody at school" "They didn't!" I said. My face became completely red just thinking about all the stories about my hard on going around on school. It would be difficult to go to school on Monday. While Brandon was telling this he put the jockstrap beside him on the couch without examining it. "I don't see any bottle," he asked. "I'm sorry, I did exactly as you told and collected every drop of pee during the last two day's." "I can't check this, so this is going to be penalty two for today. You have earned penalty three, by the way, by not being on time in the lockers this morning. Before I am going to tell you what the penalty's are, I have one more question: Did you masturbate at home during the last two day's?" I looked at him and said, "Well I have done it yesterday once and this afternoon when I came home" "In the future you are only aloud to cum as I tell you. Understood?" "Yes, Brandon" I just couldn't imagine how he was going to control this, because I could not stop masturbate. I did this almost every evening before going to bed. "First of all you are going to masturbate for me again and put it in the glass again which is behind you on the table". I turned my head and saw that the glass was still filled with the cum of last time. It looked even if there was something more in. "Well go on" he said. I started to show him my stuff. Because I came only a few hours ago it took me a little while before I became horny again. I started to think again about Brandon touching my bum earlier that day. I closed my eyes and a moment later I was just in time to get the glass and my cum spurted into it. When I opened my eyes I saw that Brandon had the Jockstrap in his hands. "That was beautiful, the way you closed your eyes before cumming. By the way what is this inside my jockstrap it looks like it is all sticky in one spot" I turned red and said, "I came this afternoon, while I was still wearing your jockstrap, sir" "You did what?! I will punish you for that too. Next time you do something like that I will show the video for a lot of people". I just stood there with my head down to the floor. I couldn't say anything. "Well now for your punishment this evening. I had a moment time to think about it and I think you deserve to be punished quite heavily. Before we start I will have something to drink". He walked out of the room and came back a moment later with two glasses. He gave me one, and I saw that it was again some piss. "What is this?" I asked. "What do you think, I have made you some nice hot drink. Go ahead and drink it all" I drank it all and started to gag. "Don't even dare doing that," Brandon warned me. "If you are finished you dress up again but you will hand that brief to me." I looked at him and said, "Why?" "Because you weren't aloud at all to wear a brief this evening, only the jockstrap". I started to put my clothes on after I handed the brief to Brandon. It was a dark blue large brief. Because the jeans I was wearing where quite tight you could see how my balls and dick where placed. When I was finished he said, "Okay, this is what we are or better say you are going to do" "We are going to the station. On the West side of it, there are some public toilets." "You are going to enter it and ask the first five people who want to take a piss if you might be the toilet" "I will be outside near the window which is always open, so I can hear what is happening and if you are doing as told". I looked at him and said, "No way! I am not going to do that." "Well it is either that or every kid in school is going to see your masturbation show on television. Put on your jacket and lets go". I just could not believe I went trough with this but I was just to scare to say or do anything. We went to the station and I had to check if any one was inside the toilets. I walked to the window that was on the side where also the piss holes were. "Nobody is there Brandon" I called outside. "You don't have to shout, I am right here" And I saw the face of Brandon with a big smile on the other side. I stood in front of one of the holes and waited until somebody came along. It took almost 10 minutes before the first one, a 50 year old looking men entered the toilet. He walked towards one of the holes and didn't say anything. I wanted to ask may I but I just couldn't find the words. He took a piss and walked out. Before even the door closed Brandon's voice came from the other side: "I didn't here anything so you will have to drink seven peoples piss and for any other man you will let go without a drink you get two in return". "But Brandon", I said, "I just couldn't." Brandon didn't get the time to answer because the door went open again and a man in his thirties I think entered. I took a deep breath and turned around and asked, "Sir, do you need to take a pee?" He looked at me and said, "Yes I do, but what is that too you?" I was just going to make this as short as possible and answered, "Can I drink it, please? " He looked at me and then said, "Well, why not, if you like that." He said nothing and walked towards me, he was almost 1.90 m long and had brown hair. He wasn't bad looking but also very straight. I opened my mouth and he planed his dick just in front of it and started to pee. I could hardly take everything, but I hadn't the urge to gag this time. When his last drops came out he looked at me and said, "I hope the taste was good". Just knowing that Brandon was listening I said "Yes, thank you, sir" He turned around and walked out of the toilet. "You did well. How was the taste" Brandon asked from outside the toilet. "It was not that much and not too salty" I heard how a train stopped outside the toilet and a moment later the door opened again. I turned my head again and saw that a young boy of 12 or 13 years entered the toilet. I turned myself around and again I let my question out: "Hey, kid, do you want to take a piss" He looked at me and said, "Yes, mister, I need too, I just can't wait until I am home" "You could do me a favor," I said, "I want to drink it". I sat down on my knees. He looked quite strange to me but I just opened my mouth. He did the same as the man before him. He opened his trousers and took his little penis just before my mouth. He started to pee and I hardly could keep up with him. His stream of piss lasted for almost a minute. I spilled quite a lot over my clothes. Before I could say anything he turned away and walked fast out of the toilet. "Well done," Brandon said, and then I heard him laugh. "You are going to have a treat now" And indeed the door opened again and a very old man walked in. He came towards one of the whole. Because I was still sitting on my knees he looked at me and asked, "What are you doing?" "Do you need to take a piss, sir?" I asked. "Yes, I do. But what does that have to do with you sitting there?" "I want to drink it, sir". "Well you are too keen on it to get it". The man walked more towards me, planning to go take piss on the hole beside me. Then it struck me this man was very very drunk. The smell he had around him was terrible. But then came the voice of Brandon from the outside. "Sir, I am standing outside but I would like to say to you that Tim is ordered to drink the piss of everybody that comes around. Could you do me that favor? He doesn't like it and needs a lesson" "Okay, if that is the situation and I can oblige you with it". He stepped a side and opened his dirty trouser in front of me. The smell that came out of his trouser was terrible. He put his dick in front of my mouth and I almost fainted. Then he started to pee. It seemed like it never stopped. The stream was going very slow, so I could drink it all. He stooped and said, "Thank you". He turned around and walked away. "Please, Brandon, can I stop? This is terrible." "No, Tim, you have still four others to go and I don't want to hear anything of you like this again. Do you understand" "Yes, sir". I waited for almost ten minutes and nobody came in. Then I heard some discussion outside the door. It seemed like Brandon was talking to somebody. Then I saw the face of Brandon in front of the window. "To make sure that you won't be in all evening I have gathered up some people for you. Four of them to be exact. So if you do as told you can go afterwards". I turned my head around and looked at the door again. The door opened and four guys entered the door. They were all in the age of 20 to 25 years old. The oldest ones had brown hair and the younger ones had blond hair. They were quite good-looking. The looked at me and one of them started the conversation. "So you like to drink our piss?" "No, sir, but I have to from my classmate" I answered. "Well, you are lucky we all have to go so you are better make yourself ready for it". The all came towards me and started to unzip their trousers. Four huge looking dicks came out of. I opened my mouth and they started to piss almost at the same time. Of cause this was too much for me. The taste of four different kind of piss made me completely losing it. I drank the half of what was offered the other half went over my cloths. So I started to smell like a slut. At the point the last one was finished I started to choke and gag at the same time. A moment later I threw up on the ground. The guys stepped away very quickly. Two of them left but the other two were looking at each other. I heard that they were talking to each other but because of my own sounds I was making I could not understand them. "Well you little faggot, you have made a mess of it" I looked him in the face and replied, "I am sorry, sir, but this was just too much". "Well, this means you have to clean the floor now". I looked around to see if I saw anything to take it in so that I could trough it in one of the toilets. "There is nothing I can do it in," I said. "Well then you have to do it with your hands." I started to scrape the wet, messy stuff with my hands and took it slowly to the toilet in six or seven times. The last bit I couldn't get it off. I looked around to see if I there was something to clean my hands with. The youngest with the blond hair said, "You can clean your hands by licking them" In strong disgust I started to lick my hands, which made me almost gag again. It was terrible. "Go stand up" I did as I was ordered. Knowing there was no way to escape from them. The older one went with his hand towards my crotch and because I was not wearing any underwear you could see that I had a semi hard on. The complete humiliation, seeing the dicks from those handsome men made me a little horny. 'It looks like he is enjoying this. Ok then if you like this so much we better be sure that we will enjoy ourselves also. Did you ever suck a cock before?" "No I didn't, sir" "Well, get back on your knees because this is going to be the first time." I sat down on my knees and before I could open my mouth the dick of the oldest one with the brown hair was in front of my mouth forcing to open it. "Go ahead and suck" he said. I tried to do my best. I slowly took the dick into my mouth and started to lick and suck it. I thought I was doing Ok but after one or two minutes he started to more and more forcing his cock into my mouth. I could only keep it open. He then took my head and started to push it forward and backward against his own rhythm. After a few moments I felt some pre-cum on my lips and then gushes of cum landed in my mouth and I was forced to eat it all. His dick stayed for almost a minute in my mouth and then he took it out of my mouth and put it back into his trousers. "Thank you very much, I was in need of that". He got his wallet and took a 10-dollar bill out of it and dropped it on the floor. "Come on he said to the other one, let's go". The turned around and walked away. The door opened again and Brandon walked in. "Well, It seems like you had a good time and even enjoyed it". "It was terrible and the taste of the cum was awful". "By the looks of you jeans you seemed to enjoyed it. Your dick is very hard again despite the fact that you came an hour ago at my place". I stood up and started to walk around towards the sink so that I could wash my hands. "You can go home know Tim, I don't want to see you this weekend but I will talk to you at school on Monday again and let you know what your next examined will be. You still must be punished for coming in my jockstrap. You can stop collecting your pee, but don't masturbate during the weekend". I just kept on cleaning my self and when I looked to see if Brandon was still there he had already left. I was humiliated quite gross this time but knew I had to do exactly what Brandon said. Story to continue any remarks, suggestions: noway16@hotmail.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you-50 | Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2022 18:13:09 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 50 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR MOAN. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or link www.bit.ly/2x8dXEV TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 50 Jobal looked at me again. "You want the toilet?" he said. "Yeah I think so," I said. I mean my bladder was full but I hadn't thought about it. "Hold it. Hold it till Po says it's ok for you to go." He let me lick his hand. "It's difficult to pee through a hard on in any case," he smiled. "See you can control anything. Or not control it. It's up to you!" They grinned. I just felt dizzy from being in such close proximity to two such incredible men. I could smell their sweat. I could hear them breathing. When they touched me it was electric. All I could do was whatever they made me do. All I could say was whatever they made me say. "What about cleanliness," Jobal continued. "You mean ..." "Yeah. That's the biggest complaint we get from our people. Cleanliness. General cleanliness, good hygiene, and then cleanliness in the the rectum. That's a big thing. So we need them to be clean." "Yeah, well ..." "Yeah, well, make sure to get into the habit, yeah? Or there'll be complaints." "Yeah. I will." "Yeah? Ok. It's a common complaint, yeah? But easy to fix. So just make it a habit, them it's fixed!" Jobal looked at me, "Do you wash yourself?" "Well, yes. I ..." "I mean down there. Do you keep your rectum clear?" "Oh. Well, no...t particularly." "That's another thing's gotta step up." "He's pretty clean," said Po. "Pretty clean isn't good enough. Like I say, that's our biggest fail is cleanliness. So get it fixed. Pity to spoil something otherwise perfect." He called me perfect! He let me suck on his fingers. I was so horney I could hardly breathe. Jobal noticed. "Shallow breathing shows they're excited," he said. "You see brother this is what I was saying; you can see now that you can do anything. Cause you're in charge. Yeah? Cause you're superior. We're superior yeah, so we are in charge. So feel free to do exactly as you want to. No restrictions. That's for losers, like blue eyes here. That's not for us brothers yeah? We're superior. We're on top. Yeah?" "Yeah, I get it," said Po, "I can see it now. I can do whatever I want ..." Jobal wiped his fingers on my chest. "These things have no value," said Jobal. "You can use them, or not use them. You can keep them or you can throw them away. It doesn't matter." Po laughed, "Yeah!" Jobal rested his behind on the back of a chair, bracing his legs in a wide stance that gave him perfect stability. He pushed his hands together and cracked his knuckles. It was impressive. "Listen bro': Lead The Superior Life, yeah? 'Lead The Superior Life.' That is our motto. Now it's your motto." "Lead The Superior Life ... Yeah, I like that," said Po, grinning. And then he looked at me and I knew what he was thinking. "Ok. Keep up the work. It takes a long time to become a man, my brother. This is a first step ok? But you're doing good." He looked at me. "Stand up straight, man. You might be a fag but you still stand up straight, yeah? Get fit; stay fit, yeah? Walk like a Soldier, yeah? You ready to be one of Jobal's soldiers?" "Yes," I said quickly. He smiled at Po as if they shared a secret but it made me feel like I had passed a test. I was so proud. Jobal stood. His t-shirt fell long and loose about him, right to his crotch - which I wanted to look at. Jobal caught my glance and pulled his tee down in front, "Not for you, bitch. Not for you. Doesn't stop does it?" Po laughed, "Can't get enough." "So I heard you give a good blow job," he said. And I nodded, still hopeful. I knew he'd enjoy it. "If you're as good as I hear we'll have no complaints," he said, as though he had just read my thoughts. He looked at Po. "I'm going to introduce you to those people we talked about," he said, stretching. He stood. "Yeah ... I don't know ..." Po closed his lips. "Just to talk bro, just to talk. Well that's for later. Ok. I'm off." "You'll tell me how it goes?" said Po. I think he was trying to sound cool, but I could tell he wasn't. They started to move towards the door. I suddenly didn't know what I was supposed to do and I was frightened. Can you believe it? I was actually scared I'd get something wrong. And I was so excited. It was fucking amazing. And I looked at Jobal and I looked at Po but they didn't neither of them do or say anything so I was just there, I mean, fuck knows ... I ended up waiting in the room whilst they worked their way up the corridor to the front door. And that was it. They fived and Jobal left. And Po clicked shut the door. And that was it. I don't know, but I'm not sure I even knew then what had just happened. Po came back from the hall and touched my head. "Well done," he said. I looked up He tapped his chest and I stood. He copied what Jobal had done, stroking my back and watching me react. "Do you want to go to the toilet?" he asked. "No," I said. "Thanks. Not yet." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 50 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/christopher-answers/christopher-answers-15 | Date: Sat, 05 Jun 1999 16:24:26 PDT
From: ed swanky <edswanky@hotmail.com>
Subject: Christopher-answers Ch 15
If you are underage or graphic sexual stories are prohibited in your
community...do not read this. This story is completely fictional. I would
appreciate all comments especially those of a constructive or encouraging
nature. My e-mail address: edswanky@hotmail.com
Christopher Answers
Chapter 15
Coach Walters, Justin and Tom headed toward the locker room. When Coach
saw Gary sit down on the bench with the younger boy, he tossed him a set of
keys and told him to secure the locker room after he leaves. "You'll
probably be the last one out of there, so make sure you lock the outside
door. We've had lot of vandalism here at the stadium and I don't want the
locker room trashed. You can return the keys tomorrow at school, OK?"
Gary assured the Coach that he'd take care of it and focused his full
attention back on Tim. To this point, they hadn't said a word to each
other. It was getting rather awkward until Gary told him that he has his
clothes in the trunk of his car. He said how he went back up the fire
trail and retrieved them before he went home.
"I washed them so they should be ready to w.... Oh, Tim, I am so sorry
for what I did to you. I was so scared of being found out, I didn't know
what to do. Then when you started to run away, I really panicked. That's
no excuse, I just wanted to explain the state I was in. I'm still really
screwed up. I guess I need to talk with someone and get some counseling.
I keep having these thoughts about God and how I am going to be punished
for all eternity. I still love my Dad and hate to see him consumed with
hatred. He's been filling my head with that stuff for ten years."
"Tim, I don't have a right to say this to you but I must. I love you.
We've only known each other for such a short period of time but I can't
get you out of my brain. When I think of you laying by the side of the
road and me hitting you, it makes me sick to my stomach. You didn't
cause any of this. You just happened to be the one that forced me to
take a hard look at myself. With you, all the feelings of being gay came
out of me. I had denied it for so long and prayed to God every day to make
them go away. In the movie theater and then at school yesterday when I
really met you for the first time, I couldn't get you out of my mind. You
are so kind and beautiful, I just want to make love to you, have you make
love to me. That much is clear to me, I could never harm you again. I'd
rather die first."
Sitting there on the bench, Tim's heart melted. He reached up and put
his hand under Gary's chin, lifting his face up to where he could look
into his eyes. Gary was crying. Tim used the back of his hand to brush
away the tears that were streaming down his cheeks. He leaned in and
softly kissed this vulnerable giant who just bared his soul to him.
"I love you too" he said. Tim slid over as close to Gary as he could
get and put his arm around him. Gary sat there, slumped over and kept
sobbing. Tim wished that there was some way he could make Gary understand
that it would be all right. About the only thing he could do was hold him.
They sat there in the empty stadium, frozen in a moment, that would last
for an hour and be remembered for a lifetime.
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Doug Walters stepped in his front door and went straight to the phone.
He called Principal Jordan but only got the recorder. He left a brief
message about the fight and the game forfeiture. "Call me as soon as
you can" he said and hung up. Doug sat down with his wife, told her
everything that happened including the Gary story about his fight with
his Dad.
"He was a dangerous man before, but who knows what he'll do now that his
whole world is crumbling. I need to warn Ed Jordan. John was fixated on
him before and I have a feeling that he will be blamed for everything. I'm
going to call Reverend Paul at the church to see if he has knows anything
about this. John is an Elder of our church and I doubt if he'd listen to
anyone except the Reverend."
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Gary wound up with his head in Tim's lap as the boy continued to
comfort him in his embrace. Tim stroked his hair and kept repeating that
everything was going to be just fine. The reassuring, loving embrace is
exactly what he needed. Gary was 7 years old again. His father had turned
cold towards him and he didn't know why. Gone was the tender touching,
the love of a father for his son. In its place was a man who quoted
biblical passages to him. Passages that were a poor substitute for the
affection that he so desperately needed. 'What have I done wrong, Dad?',
young Gary kept asking in his mind. He was afraid to verbalize the words
to a man he didn't even recognize anymore.
After about 15 minutes, Gary literally fell asleep with Tim gently
stroking his head. Tim decided that he would let him get the rest that
was denied him since their encounter yesterday after school. Gary's
thoughts transformed into a dream as he drifted into a semi-conscious
state of exhaustion caused by his lack of sleep and the strenuous effort
expended in the fight. Tim's verbal mantra and loving touch were like a
sedative as his dream of better times past, calmed his restless spirit.
Tim leaned down and kissed his boy/man on the side of his face. Gary
stirred from his slumber to the welcoming smile of his young lover. Tim
suggested that they go inside so that Gary could change out of his
baseball uniform. He lead Gary by the hand toward the locker room and they
went inside. Tim helped Gary get undressed and suggested that a good hot
shower was just what the doctor ordered.
At this point, Gary would have done anything that his emotionally
stronger little friend wanted. Gary stood there naked as Tim quickly
stripped off his own clothes and re-gathered Gary's huge hand in his before
stepping in the empty shower room. Tim turned on the spray, adjusted the
temperature and moved under it with Gary. Gary smiled for the first time
in what seemed like weeks.
Tim busied himself with taking complete control of his large friend.
He took a bar of soap and worked on washing his lover from head to toe.
The cleansing was as much symbolic as it was real. Tim was expunging the
guilt that Gary harbored for his actions toward him yesterday. Tim's
radiant smile told Gary that all was forgiven.
The repentant and submissive athlete just stood there letting Tim wash
away his perceived sins. For himself, Tim wanted to assert his equality,
not his dominance. He wanted Gary to view him as an equal, albeit a much
smaller-in-stature equal, love partner. He finished with the soap and
wrapped his arms around Gary as they stood facing each other. Gary's cock
was stiff and pressed against Tim's stomach, underscoring the difference
in their height.
Tim took a half step back and massaged the large pair of balls that hung
below Gary's turgid 8 inch pole. His tongue sluiced the water from the
pink tip that was peeking out of Gary's sheath. He used his well-practiced
hands to work the skin back and forth. He wanted to pleasure Gary the same
way he pleasured himself many, many times before.
Gary put his hands on Tim's head for balance as wave after wave of
passion held him transfixed in a dream-like state. He erupted into Tim's
hungry mouth. Tim didn't miss a drop as his lips closed tighter around the
spewing volcano that welled-up from Gary's ponderous balls. Temporarily
spent of his own seed, Gary dropped to his knees and performed the same
love ritual on Tim's somewhat smaller version of his manly endowment.
This time there were no thoughts of taking, his thoughts were only of
giving. Tim held on tightly to Gary's head as his store of seed let loose.
Afterwards he put his hands under Gary's armpits and directed him to stand.
They kissed each other in an open-mouthed exchange of mutual caring. Gary
and Tim, Tim and Gary, the order of how they would be referred to as a
couple was unimportant. They stood as equals in this new sexual alliance.
One a senior, one a sophomore but simply just one with each other.
They toweled off, both unwilling to take their eyes away from the naked
body in front of them. Reluctantly they got dressed, locked the doors and
went hand-in-hand toward Gary's car in the parking lot. There were only two
cars left. Gary and Tim didn't even notice the three men standing at the
other car talking among themselves. Their eyes were fixed on each other,
oblivious to everything else.
"Well what do we have here!, Faggot and one of his little fagettes."
Gary looked up to see the three men who were the cause of the earlier
riot in the stands. Gary and Tim were poised to run either toward their
car or back to the locker room.
The three men didn't make a move towards them. The police had just
dropped off to get their car. They had their fill of this whole mess they
had gotten into.
"We're not going to hurt you, the biggest of them called out. You might
even be able to help us. We have to find an old man who paid us to start
that ruckus. He went on to describe to them, someone who fit the physical
description of Gary's dad."
"I don't have a clue who he is. The last time I saw him was just before
that big son-of-a-bitch came up the stairs and damn near broke my jaw."
"The old man we're looking for was standing in the stairwell. He seemed
to be enjoying it because he had a big smirk on his face. I'll be god
dammed if I'm going to pay court costs for something that he put us up to.
I'll wipe that smirk off with my fists if he doesn't agree to take care of
everything."
Not really expecting them to know, the big man asked, "Do either of you
two fairy princesses know who he is?"
Gary lied by saying 'No'.
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Ed Jordan returned Couch Doug's phone call. Doug went into great detail
about what he saw and heard. When he finished with that he told Ed about
his concerns about Gary's father.
"I talked to the pastor of our church. He said that John confessed to
him about hitting his wife but gave no other details. Reverend Paul
didn't know about Gary admitting that he was a homosexual. He also didn't
know that Gary had hit his father. The only thing that Reverend Paul said
was that John was acting really strange, like he was having a crisis of
faith. John never doubted his positions before. He was always confident
that God talked to him and guided his life."
Ed Jordan asked Doug to call his assistants and any teachers that were
at the game. He explained that the media was all over him and he needed
the best information that he could get before he made any statements.
"I would guess that some of them went out to dinner. Why don't we get
together at 10PM in my office. This is just what I needed. I'm under
review by a select committee of the School Board on Thursday. John
Watkins heads that committee and when he hears about this fight, my ass
is going to be on the line. Do what you can to get everyone there
tonight. Thanks Doug for the heads-up about John Watkins. I know he
never wanted me as the Principal. I could be totally wrong about this,
but I think he might be prejudiced because I'm black. I've run into his
type before, they won't admit it but when they look at a guy like me, all
they see is a *black-man*, not simply another *man*."
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The phone rang and Justin's Mom answered. "Hi Mrs. Parker!, is Justin
there? This is Craig Allwein calling."
"Just a minute Craig, he and Chris are sitting on the sofa. We're
watching TV and I was just about ready to go to bed and let them have some
privacy."
Justin picked up the extension and Craig went on to apologize for not
being there in the stands with him. He told him how Coach Walters had
grabbed him by the collar as he was going over the railing.
"He told me that he'd kick me off the team if I went up there. If I
could have gotten loose I really didn't care, but that son-of-a-bitch is
strong. I just wanted you to know that I'd have been there to help if I
could. I've done a lot of damage to people's fists with my hard nose over
the years."
The mental image made Justin laugh out loud. He knew that Craig was
not a fighter but he meant well. Justin thanked him, hung up and continued
to laugh. He told Chris and his Mom what Craig said and they shared the
laugh together. Here they were, out of the State Championships, Tom and
Dave's fathers arrested and Craig found a way to make them forget for a
moment. Justin thought how lucky they were to have a true friend like him.
"Well, good night boys, don't stay up too late, remember you have
school tomorrow", Justin's Mom said as she went up stairs to her bedroom.
"We're going to watch the 11PM local news to see if they have anything
else about the confrontation. We'll be up as soon as it's over."
The anchor man said that Principal Jordan and some faculty members were
in a closed door meeting at this very hour. They hoped to get a statement
from him to broadcast on the early morning show.
Justin sat there cradling Christopher's cock in his hand and wondered
about all the trouble they created for his friend, Principal Jordan. He
couldn't know that Principal Jordan's job was in jeopardy.
The ripple of Christopher's answer was turning into a tidal wave.
end chapter 15
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you-70 | Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2022 07:14:13 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 70 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR MOAN. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or use this link www.bit.ly/3SMcydH TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES ON NIFTY. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 70 Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 17 -- Blonde and Dark He was blonde so I'll call him 'Blonde'. Not beach blonde, just he had this mop of streaky sexy hair in a big fringe but trimmed round his ears and on his neck it hung down a bit like a lion's mane. And he was wearing all white gym kit like the good cowboy in a cowboy film - a loose shirt that hung off his huge chest and was soggy with big stains of sweat, and baggy shorts filled with meaty buttocks - I mean, his shorts weren't baggy, but filled in a way I couldn't tell if he was hung, but it was clear he was like this really huge man, chest and arms like like massively large - true he'd been working out so that swollen but even so ... The other guy who was just as sexy I'll call 'Dark' cause he had lovely dark hair, same style, roughly, but shorter - shaved to the skin round neat little ears like he was in the army, but with a floppy fringe what you could tug if you could reach it, and he wore a simple black stretchy singlet made of shiny lycra and small black shorts that literally you could see exactly him inside them they was so tight and they was all black as well, like the bad cowboy - all he needed was a black hat! - and his trainers were black leather as well, very neat and shiny but like who polishes his shoes? Even his eyes were dark - not the colour particularly, just that they were dark and he didn't look quite as upbeat or happy as Blonde, more like he was thinking a lot of serious thoughts, like he wasn't joking. Yeah, cause Blonde had a kind of upbeat happy, like chirpy mood. Like he was on top of the world and didn't care who'd know it! Like he ruled, literally! I mean they were straight from training cause they were all worked and cooling off. They were still doing these little stretching exercises as they walked in - like hooping the air with their arms and twisting their hips and standing on their toes and sort of jumping, like little jumps just to ... Well I don't know do I? I'm new to all this. Only thing is they basically ignored me as they walked in - cause I was just looking at them and I just idiot-stared mainly as they came in cause, well, the smell, and, the heat, and, the sound of them, their chitchat and the sight (like you never been in this situation. Come on!) their manly bodies ... and my frozen-to-the-spot just sort of ... adoration! But they ignored me completely and totally, except for that one comment Blonde made as he was entering - "Stand easy" - and even that I'm not sure if it was addressed to me. But I thought it was. My hands still felt dirty from the soiled jocks and sweaty shirts I'd been drooling over only seconds before. So I thought of getting washed. So I wondered if they was going to shower? Cause if they were I might as well just run along and shower at home, rather than be all embarrassed about my hard prick and the caning marks on my backside and the backs of my legs, and all my weedy muscles like not looking very clever ... and I mean, it was embarrassing - but then I just, I thought, looking at them (which I tried to do, or in the mirror without them noticing), One: if they were going to shower and, Two: if I could shower with them and their great bodies like close-up and all wet ... I mean ... So that was a no brainer! So I was stuck wasn't I? Blonde was the bigger. He was physically bigger than Urib as well but not quite so ... I dunno. cause Urib was all these muscles, wasn't he? like a gymnast, built to jump over things and hang from ropes and spin like a circus and put his legs out straight and support his entire weight on one arm and stuff! Cause he trained every day. But Blonde was more just this strength like he would floor you in a fight or if there was this big dog threw itself at him then he would just punch it on the nose and it would whimper and not bother anymore. Dark was clearly also strong but still narrower, but a still really beautiful body I could see cause it strained a bit cause his clothes were tighter for some reason - lycra - and when he moved it was more agile, or faster than Blonde - like as if he always had to get there first if Blonde did anything, like to help him or anything. I mean it was obvious already who was the dominant one - not that they were or anything! Just that like in any friendship you know who's the one basically decides everything and has first dibs on any girls or what film to go to or pizza-vs-burger debate, yeah? I mean, Dark was built as well like Blonde, but because he was ... well I just mean he looked somehow smaller, like equally huge but there was less of him as well? Trim. Difficult to describe, but there was, like he was younger brother or something, or, I don't know, like he was less important somehow, when he moved, like when he did anything, it was always like he was always thinking, like he thought about it first, and then did it, like he was uncertain, or careful, or scared of getting anything wrong ... or something. Course I was thinking all this and I think I must'a looked pretty stupid standing there - no towel or anything, just in my stuff and not moving. So I started sort of edging towards the showers, but basically rooted to the spot as well cause they was these like real men and I thought, you know, Wow! Talk about worship! They were amazing! So now Blonde was just standing and looking at Dark who was opening a locker and fiddling about opening it and Blonde just watching him do it, like super-patient-but-hurry-up? And he was smiling. And I thought, 'what is he waiting for?' - cause Dark was doing everything! But then Dark pulled out a big bag from the locker, a sports bag full of all this stuff. But Blonde was still just standing, watching Dark, swaying his hips to stretch them and flexing his arms, like he sort of had nothing to prove, while Dark was still kind of busy - he handed a bottle of drink (which he'd already opened) to Blonde who took it without a word and lifted it up with his great big arms and knocked it back and emptied it - his large and well-defined Adam's apple going up and down in rhythm with the huge gulps he could take - but like he didn't say thanks or even hardly notice Dark took the empty bottle from his hand without saying anything. It was like he was Blonde's servant! And I thought, 'Cool to serve your master like that, always anticipating what he needs and that's it.' But Blonde kind of laughed like he'd heard a joke or something. They must'a been about Urib's age or a little bit younger I think cause they both seemed pretty safe. Very much like they weren't bothered about other people. Especially Blonde - like when he moved it was only to sit down (his baggy shorts bunched into loads of folds around his bulge when he did) and Dark immediately bobbed down and started to remove Blonde's trainers, untying the knots super carefully and even lifting Blonde's foot for him to ease it off. Blonde had these great big feet and Dark gave each of them a brief massage before and after he took the sock off - which I could see Blonde liked but he didn't say anything. He stretched his shoulders by shrugging them and pressed his palms into the bench so that his arms stressed and his pecs popped a bit and his neck sort of grew and he half shut his eyes like he didn't need to do anything or he was falling asleep, just looking at the lockers in front of him, or at Dark in front of him bending down and rubbing his big athletic feet, or at Dark's lovely dark hair. If I was fascinated, if I couldn't stop looking, well would it surprise you? But Blonde had noticed, obviously, cause he just then he said, without even looking up, he just said, "You look lost man. First time here is it?" +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 70 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/christopher-answers/christopher-answers-25 | Date: Sat, 24 Jul 1999 18:49:24 -0400 (EDT)
From: ed swanky <edswanky@yahoo.com>
Subject: Christopher-answers Ch. 25
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community...do not read this. This story is completely fictional. I would
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Christopher Answers
Chapter 25
Tim was the first person Craig sought out Thursday morning before
classes began. He told him about his phone conversation with Coach Walters
while outlining his plan to form a 'Gay Students and Friends' club. He
hoped to have the meeting scheduled for tomorrow after school. At the
end of their phone conversation, Craig enlisted Coach Walters to act as
their faculty advisor. Since Tim was the unofficial head of the so-called
'gay underground' it would be his job to contact the 'out' and 'closeted'
gays. Tim was very concerned about the possibility that Principal Jordan
may be fired from his job. He and Taylor had two more years to spend in
this school. The thought of a return to the anti-gay atmosphere that
existed prior to Principal Jordan's arrival was scary. He eagerly accepted
the responsibility.
Principal Jordan was standing inside the foyer in his usual spot,
greeting the students as they arrived. Craig and Tim asked if he had a few
minutes to talk with them privately. He led them into his carpeted office
and listened to Craig sell his plan to form the gay students and friends
club. This was exactly the kind of thing that Ed Jordan had hoped would
happen in his school. He gave them his permission to post a notice on the
bulletin board and distribute copies among the students. Craig had the
notice ready on a computer diskette that he made at home last night. He
went to the library computer, filled in the date, time, and room number.
He gave a printed copy to the librarian, Ms. Phillips, and asked if she
would make two hundred copies for him. She read the flyer, took Craig's
word that it had the proper approvals and promised to have them ready
between the first and second class periods this morning. She liked Craig
Allwein, he was always so polite and charming.
Craig was the connecting bridge that spanned the gulf between the
'gay' and 'straight' students. He worked the lunch crowd in the cafeteria
like a charismatic politician. His genuine smile and sharp wit combined
to engage the help of leaders in the freshmen through his own senior class.
The stated common goal was to save Principal Jordan's job.
The way the meeting was structured, those gays who were in the closet
could choose to stay there if they wanted. No one would have to declare
themselves as 'gay' or 'straight'. Craig masterfully set it up that way to
ensure the highest possible turnout. They would also have the 'cover' of
attending for the specific purpose of helping their Principal.
Craig understood people and how they think. A look into the future
found him in a high paying job in advertising and sales. He was married
with four male children, 21, 17, 15 and 14 years old. The 14 year old had
just tentatively told him that he was gay. Craig saw how nervous he was
and hugged his son while kissing him on the cheek. "You have nothing to be
ashamed of, sit here with me, I want to tell you about some friends of
mine back when I was in high school."
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Martha was up early and busied herself in the kitchen until she heard
her brother-in-law come down the stairs. "What would you like to have for
breakfast," she asked. "I'm afraid that I've run out of eggs but have just
enough milk to make pancakes."
Russell looked at her and found it difficult to hide his feelings of
love that precipitated his moving away ten years ago. He averted her eyes
for fear of what she might find there, fighting off an overwhelming urge to
draw her into his arms and confess the sin of coveting his brother's wife.
"I would like to take you out to breakfast. You need to get away from
this house for awhile. Afterwards we can stop at a grocery store and pick
up whatever you need."
"I think I would enjoy that", Martha said. She was starved for real
conversation like the two of them had last night and with the boys earlier
in the evening. Russell was always such a kind and gentle soul, she had
forgotten how much she missed him. She was beginning to come alive again
and it was a wonderful feeling.
The two of them spent the day together, breakfast, grocery shopping
and the sad task of final arrangements for Gary. Martha, with Russell's
help, picked out a casket and decided to forego the traditional viewing.
She wanted to have a simple ceremony on Saturday morning at the church
and burial immediately following. She just wanted people to remember
Gary as he was in life.
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School let out and the boys met in the parking lot to talk about what
needed to be said tomorrow afternoon at the inaugural meeting of their
hastily formed club. It was difficult to tell how many would actually
show up. Most students contacted by Craig and Tim had promised to be
there but with something as controversial as this, they just couldn't be
sure. Craig volunteered to act as spokesman. Coach Walters would be
there to emphasize the importance of everyone attending the School Board
meeting on Monday evening.
Ed Jordan walked toward his car and saw the group of seven boys talking
in the parking lot. He knew them all by name and the fact that there were
three couples and Craig. He saw Tim with Taylor West and called for him
and Craig to come over to him. "How did it go with recruitment for your
new club," he asked, directing his question at neither one in particular.
Principal Jordan overheard a few remarks in the halls, enough to determine
that his predicament with the school board was going to be discussed at
their first meeting. He was proud that these boys were going to bat for
him but figured that the impact they'd have would be minimal at best. They
represented the reason he was under fire and doubted that anything they had
to say would change the minds of the school board members. In fact it
would probably serve to galvanize their opposition toward him. He did
however appreciate the thought and their efforts.
Craig answered his question by expressing his uncertainty as to how
many students would show for the meeting. Tim, the sophomore was still a
little in awe of Principal Jordan and only nodded assent to what Craig was
saying to him. Ed decided not to let on that he knew about their support
of him. He figured that they would tell him if they wanted him to know.
"You boys are doing a good thing, I'd like to see a lot more tolerance
around this school and believe that your club will provide that. If you
need anything more from me, my door is always open to you." Tim and Craig
both thanked him and the brief encounter ended as Ed got in his car and
drove off. When he got to the end of the parking lot he saw Coach Doug
Walters walking toward his car parked near the gymnasium.
"I'm really grateful for your support Doug, but I'm worried that you
will become a victim in this thing. Taking the job as faculty advisor to
the club that Craig Allwein and Timothy Rohrer are forming exposes you to
the same kind of prejudice that will most likely bring me down on Monday.
You are a good friend but I don't want you to do something that you might
regret later on. Both Mary and my daughter know about this and I've
already started to search for another job."
"Don't worry about it Ed. My wife and I are in agreement that if I
didn't take this stand, I could never look in a mirror and feel good about
myself. You are worth fighting for and I'm going to do everything I can
to help you. I wish I could say that other faculty members will join me.
I think many of them would like to see you survive this but won't stand in
defense of you and your policies. At the meeting tomorrow night, I plan
to enlist the aid of whoever shows up and try to get their parents to
be at the School Board meeting on Monday evening. We have to get a large
enough group to make them think twice before they rubber-stamp the
recommendations of John Watkins. He is a dangerous man and needs to be
stopped."
"Whatever happens Doug, it's nice to know that I have a friend like
you. I just spoke to the two boys and thanked them for their efforts.
They are all good kids and I worry more about them than anyone else. I'm
sure I'll see you sometime tomorrow, let me know how the meeting went. I
will be at Gary Watkin's funeral on Saturday morning but plan to keep a
low profile. It is always a shame when someone dies that young."
Ed extended his hand through the window of his car. They shook and he
drove off. Doug just stood there for a minute and watched as he turned the
corner toward home. The Ed Jordans of the world are in short supply, he
thought to himself and hoped that his efforts were not too late.
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Russell phoned his brother John. His offer to come visit him was met
with a less than enthusiastic response, but he agreed to it. It was
8 PM Thursday evening when Russell knocked on the door to his basement
apartment in the church. He was shocked when John answered the door. He
was unprepared for the lifeless eyes that looked at him briefly and then
turned away. Rather than invite him inside, John stood at the door and
mouthed the unconvincing words that it was good to see him again. Russell
could smell the dankness coming from the apartment, a small lamp was the
only light he saw inside except for the flickering of a small television
set. Russell was very uncomfortable but made an offer to help his brother
if he needed anything. "I don't." was the terse reply. Russell attempted
to make some small talk but John was either silent or gave an equally short
response. His doorway meeting lasted no more than two minutes. John
seemed anxious for him to leave and so he did. Russell returned to his car
in the church parking lot. He sat there for about 15 minutes trying to
remember the good times that he, John and Michael had when they were
growing up. This was not the brother he knew then. This was a sad, bitter
man that seemed to have lost his purpose and joy in living. Russell
thought about Michael and how sad he would be if he knew the torment that
his death had caused his brother John.
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The final class on Friday had ended. Craig met Tim and Taylor in the
hallway and they made their way down to the meeting room. Justin and
Chris, Tom and Dave were seated up front along with four or five others
at the back of the room. Tim and Tay took seats up front alongside their
friends. The meeting was scheduled to start in ten minutes and so far the
turnout was very disappointing. Tim recognized three of the boys at the
back of the room. Two were sophomores and one, a freshman. They heard a
commotion outside in the hallway. Coach Walters had arrived, followed by
what seemed like the entire rest of the baseball team. The seats filled
quickly and now there was only standing room left in the 30 seat classroom.
More noise in the hallway as John Gulley, the big football player, and
most of his teammates tried to come inside.
Coach Walters was smiling broadly as he announced that due to the
large turnout, the meeting would be moved into the gymnasium next door.
As the students filed out of the classroom they saw another large group
of students standing in the hallway. The baseball and football teams were
like pied pipers. Students who were still undecided had followed them
downstairs. The rows of bleachers filled up and a quick head count taken
by Craig was 150 and they were still coming through the doors in small
groups of four and five at a time. The crowd noise in the large gymnasium
reverberated, making it sound like the beginnings of a pep rally.
Coach called for them to quiet down. He sent Taylor to his office for
clipboards and pencils and to make additional copies of the sign-up sheet.
"Welcome to the initial meeting of the Gay students and Friends Club." he
announced as silence soon replaced the cacophony that had been echoing
off the walls. "I'd like to introduce Craig Allwein who is responsible
for organizing this meeting with help from Tim Rohrer and others."
Craig stood in front and addressed the crowd.
"It is great to see this huge turnout. The first order of business is
to line-up all the gays so they can have a large red 'Q' tattooed on their
foreheads. That is probably what will happen anyway if the School Board
is successful in firing Principal Jordan." Nervous laughter filled the
room as the word picture that Craig painted suddenly didn't seem all that
absurd.
"For those of you who don't know, there is a special meeting of the
School Board that will be held here on Monday evening starting a 8 PM. The
only item on their agenda is Principal Jordan's policies on gay students
and the negative impact they have had on this school. The real purpose of
the meeting is to call for his resignation. If they are not stopped,
Tuesday morning he will be gone sure as God made us all different and
unique. The freshman class weren't here to experience the difference under
the former Principal. The rest of us remember and many of you just
accepted that as the natural order of things. At the assembly the other
day, Principal Jordan taught us about prejudice. It is too bad that our
parents couldn't have witnessed that. I'm asking each of you to go home
and do what you can to convince your parents to be here on Monday for the
meeting. Unless enough of them show up in opposition to their decision to
fire Principal Jordan, he will be fired, don't kid yourselves about that."
Coach Walters was amazed at the way Craig stirred the crowd to action.
He had planned to add his words but decided that Craig didn't need any
help. He had never seen Craig exhibit this kind of leadership before.
This was a turning point in Craig's life, he finally found something to
believe in and use the talent of persuasion that he only evoked through
humor prior to this afternoon.
Christopher's answer only one short week ago transformed Craig and
the future direction his life would take. The full impact of it had
changed so many lives that it was impossible to measure. Craig's, as yet
unborn, 14 year old gay son and others like him would benefit from the
acceptance of parents made possible by Christopher's answer.
end chapter 25
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you-49 | Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2022 08:55:00 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 49 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR MOAN. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or link www.bit.ly/2x8dXEV TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 49 "He's very sub," said Po, looking at me approvingly. "Yes he is," said Jobal. He pointed to the floor, "Show me the soles of your feet." I lifted my legs back and let him examine my feet. "Good feet. Good arches. Ok. As you were. Yeah. Not bad. Straight legs. They like that. Not too fit ... Do you like football?" he asked me. "I, er, not that much..." "Yeah? What team you support?" "I, er," I looked at Po. "Hey!" said Jobal, sort of scolding, "Don't look at him. Look at me. I'm asking." "Arsenal!" I said. "The Gunners! Good choice. No right answer. Just interested." He went back to stroking my back up and down, making my shoulders and backside push out. In fact I began aching for it. My hole hurt for a fuck and I wondered if Jobal was going to fuck me. Everytime his hand touched my bottom I wanted him to put his finger into me. I really did! I could smell him. And I could see him. And he was dirty. Not dirt dirty, but like ... fucking dirty. "Definitely an improvement on those other ones you brought us," he said, "You forget there are blokes like this, total fags." He looked at me like I was something interesting he'd found in a shop. "You see this?" he said, stroking my spine, "You see this response? The way they arch the back? That's what you want. It's submissive. It's so submissive. Oh very good. Just what you need. Not too feminine for a man-bitch, I suppose. Surprisingly. Surprisingly masculine in fact. Surprisingly." Jobal laughed, stroking me casually. "You know I'm surprised a man-bitch is this masculine, like a different kind of thing isn't it? Not anything like a girl." Po nodded. "Yeah, Obviously a male." Jobal patted my stomach with his palm. "Good stock. Good stomach. Flat. Tight as a drum. That's good. He should brass up well, with a bit of hard work, physical stuff, daily, down the gym, focus on fitness. Definition. Time and effort yeah?" he added. He smiled, "Obviously a male. Hairy with it." "Yeah he is," said Po proudly, "You said it. What's the point otherwise? I'd do a girl if I wanted to do a girl!" "So ok I've never got what it is, but, yeah, I can sort of see it, if you want it then it's not the same as a girl and you don't want a girl. Just like I do want a girl, not this; a man who serves men. I can see the attraction, assuming you're into guys. But I'm not." Po nodded. "Each their own. I mean, I want a woman to be like that, submissive, fit, so yeah. Yeah I get that. I mean, I already got that cause of bro's who prefer to bitch guys, but you ... seem to be different. ... In that, this one you are using ... doesn't seem to be what I'd call a slave, like a bitch is to her owner, to a man, like a bitch who just likes to obey and keep quiet, as required. But this guy here ... ? Strong like a male; soft like a bitch. It takes strength and softness to submit. Strength to endure. Softness to yield to a real man's demands doesn't it? So you should be able to act out all of your fantasies with this one - because it's strong! Much resistance?" Jobal asked. "Not much," said Po. "This is only your first step. But it's a process, but you'll get there. Cause they will act up and you need to stay on top of the situation. Yeah? Don't go mad. Just make things clear. They just test boundaries. It's normal. But it needs to be checked. See look I'm touching it like I would a woman and, the response, loving it, yeah? That's what you got to do yeah? Like that yeah? See. They like that." "Some guys all you've got to do is touch them," said Po. "Get no fight back. Any answering back? Do you get interrupted or ignored?" "You asked me all this already!" "I know, but I want to check cause if you need to, you know, to make things clear, I can help there, yeah?" "Yeah I know." "You know? So now you know it all and your brother has nothing to teach is that it?" "No I'm not saying that. Look, what I mean is ..." "Just listen to yourself, bro. You need to be clear: now you are in, you need to perform or get, you know ..." "Yeah." "And you WILL be in DEEP shit yeah Bro!" "Yeah I know. You said. That's why I'm here. That's why you're here. I need to know we're on the level." I mean, I was listening to them, but I didnt really understand anything of what they were talking about. "We're ON the level, bro. We're always on the level. You are with Jobal; that isn't going to change. Brothers. You know that." Po smiled awkwardly. "Yeah. I know that. Thanks bro." "It's blood," said Jobal. "So start again: IS it violent EVER? or resist? Like I mean, is there going to be any trouble?" "Never any trouble. Like, man there's never ever been any come-back. Takes it. Does as told. Good like chocolate." Jobal smiled. "I hope things stay that way but a word of warning: they probably won't. They probably won't. There's always some more work. You have to be prepared cause blokes especially, but bitches can be as well, but a strong guy like this is - especially if you work on it and build it the way you was saying - they like suddenly get into their heads to put up a fight or start to complain or, I don't know, some shit, or don't want to take it. And when that happens you know you got to push back with force. You got to push back with confidence. Immediately. I'm tellin'ya. Cause the moment you lose that authority, respect, whatever, you lose your bitch and then you really are vulnerable cause all hell lets loose with the brothers yeah? You need to know. Are we clear?" "Yeah, yeah, I know." "Do you though?" "I do. Look, stop lecturing me. I already been through this. Even before you come here, yeah, you said and I said and now you are here so let's do this." All the while they were talking I was just standing there, obviously not saying anything, letting Jobal touch me, handling me, examining my body and inspecting me, stroking me and talking about me like I couldn't hear - or understand. Well that's true, cause I didn't understand. All I was thinking when he touched my bottom was I would like him to fuck me, or at least let me suck him off. Surely he would let me suck him off! "... Still needs something," Jobal said, stroking one of my pecs with the back of his hand like it was a ripe breast. "Have you thought about branding?" Po inhaled, "Not really. I'm not sure what way to go." "It's just a way of making something permanent and indisputable isn't it? It's just an identifier so when it's clear there's this sign of proper management and control, protection, ownership, bonded, and not any doubt about what's going on. Like if anyone sees it they know IMMEDIATELY what's going on yeah?" "Yeah, I know. I'm just thinking about it." "They KNOW, yeah? No messing, yeah?" Jobal applied a light pressure to my shoulder and I knelt down. "Well don't think about it too long. It's important you get things like that sorted, before everything gets too complicated." "Yeah, I will." Jobal touched my head and I bowed it, and then, because he kept his hand on, I folded down to the ground so that my face was on my knees and I was just looking between my thighs like I was in one of those super-relaxed yoga positions. I could see my cock and my balls and further on my legs and my feet Jobal didn't seem to need to do much just to get me to do whatever he wanted. He tapped my hair again a couple of times and I raised my head. Jobal was looking at me, holding his hand out and I lifted my chest again, from the waist, and licked his fingers. He smiled and exchanged a knowing look with Po. "Good. Ok. Right. Well, let me know when you want it cause I can help you with that." "Ok bro, thanks for that. It's good advice." "No big deal. I'm happy for you. You deserve this." "I don't foresee a problem at this point. Don't sweat. I'll spread the word. But don't forget what I said, cause it'll definitely help, bro. I got all my bitches marked up!" "What even Mila?" "Especially Mila, bro! She's like all over the place. I tell ya, talk about discipline! But she needs it and that mark, well, that makes all the difference cause they know, when they see it, yeah? 'Do not enter - property of Jobal' It's cool. And she knows too. And feels it. So she knows, and feels safe, and does as she's told. It's the natural order of things, to respect the superior life, yeah? So don't leave it." "Ok. Cool. I'll tap Asim." "Yeah Asim's good," I heard Jobal say, "cause it's got to be full-on for a bloke. Think about it: a man needs to really feel it to get the news, yeah?, that they are no longer, yeah?, a bloke. Yeah? They are property now. You need to remember that don't you?" "Yeah," said Po, as if that was something he kept forgetting. "It's important for discipline," said Jobal. "I mean, you can do it by kindness or you can do it by cruelty but in the end it's got to be done and better for both of you, you're both better off once it's established. And cruelty works. Yeah?" "I'm working on it," said Po. "Yeah? Are you? See I look at the eyes. Eyeline training. Where the eyes are is important. At you; at the floor; where the eyes are should be what you specify, yeah? It matters cause where they look, what they're looking at, shouldn't be here and there, just anything, yeah? It should be what you specify. What you specify, yeah? Not a matter of choice, or, curiosity, or, something else." He wagged a finger for me to kneel up so my head was about crotch height. "And the eyeline here," he pointed at my face, "is all over the place. See that?" I looked at him. "See that?" He waved his fingers and I followed them closely with my eyes. "See that? That's what you want." I continued to stare at his fingertips as they moved about. "Yeah, that's better. Yeah? When they get like that you can do whatever you want, yeah? What ever you want." He smiled. "You need to be in charge. Any confusion, no one's happy yeah?" Po nodded. "But brand or no brand, you always know it's one of ours cause it's well trained, yeah? So it's got to be well trained and trained properly, yeah? No fucking around. Full on." Po nodded. He smiled. He came over to me and touched my chin and gently raised me to stand again. I was erect, and stood like he liked, like a soldier, hands behind. I knew I was behaving correctly. "I like it when you are good," he said. "Do you like being good?" I nodded. "You can speak." "Yes Po I do. I do. I like being good." My dick was rigid and my balls felt full and ached, and painful and I just wanted it. I didn't even know what it was I wanted. I just wanted it. I wanted it. "See do it right," said Jobal, "and they aren't even aware of it; they aren't even thinking, 'Is this right?' or, 'Is this what I want?' They're just doing it, yeah? And you are completely in control of everything. You're in charge." He looked at Po. Po nodded, looking at me. I returned his stare, obediently looking at his face for any indication that he needed anything. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 49 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you-99 | Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2023 10:40:11 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 99 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR WOOF! SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or use this link www.bit.ly/3SMcydH TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES ON NIFTY. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 99 Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 46 - Jake's gob Jake was super tense. He just sat there like a lump and breathed heavy, like he was lifting weights. He kept looking at me and looking at Po and kind of looked like he didn't know what to think. "Eat," said Po. "Then he'll suck you off. Yeah? Free to mates." "Free to mates? We never paid you anything!" "Yeah. I know. I said free. But he earns good. That how I got the bike I told you about!" "Yeah, what bike?" "It's outside. You can see it yeah? I'll show it to you!" Po stood up and made towards the balcony. "Come here, you can see it." But Jake didn't get up. "I saw it. Big red thing," he said. "Yeah. Like I said. You said you wanted to see it. We'll go down later." Oh ok - so now I get it! Jake had come round to see the Po's new bike! That's why he was here! So he wasn't expecting all this - all me and stuff - he was expecting the bike. That makes sense. They must'a had some conversation where I wasn't around. That makes sense. So that's why he's here! I mean, like otherwise, why did Jake even come round? It didn't make any sense. But now it did make sense. Phew. Really. I thought I was going mad. But all's good. Now I understand yeah? So. But he wasn't expecting this. "Yeah. Later," he said. "Yeah? Ok. Ok we'll go down. But look at it later, like we said. Yeah? Cool. Yeah. Ok. Ok. Yeah. So let's eat," said Po, like there was nothing else to discuss. I mean, like the food was there and they weren't touching it. And I was standing there, hands on my head, and they still weren't touching it. They were just chatting about it and it was just getting old! So Po sat back down "We can go down and see it, yeah? Later. After we eat. Ok. So let's eat," said Po. "I'll let you ride later!" He laughed. Jake glanced at me again, but then he DID start to eat as well, so that was ok; it wasn't wasted. And I was standing there and I thought Jake might say something like how nice it was, the food, but he didn't say anything about that. He just sort of didn't say anything while he ate. He just thought about things, I suppose. Course, he was chewing. "It is a cool bike," he said after a while, reluctantly. "I'd get one but I couldn't afford it," and he swallowed a bit. "You will. Get a loan. I did." "I thought you said you paid for it?" "Yeah, I paid for it. But I gotta be paying it off aren't I? I'm not that rich, yet. Jobal loaned me." "With who's money mate?" Po looked flummoxed. "Jobal loaned me, like I said." "Jobal's money." "Yeah, but I'm paying it off." "Yeah. That's what I'm asking. With who's money? With who's money are you paying it off yeah? Cause you don't got any money as far as I know." "Yeah well I have now." "Yeah? How?" "It's my money, mate, cause I fucking earned it. And also, he's mine, yeah. I own him. Cause I look after him so I get everything. It's only fair. Stop making a fuss. It's cool man!" Jake grinned, like despite himself, "That, man, is fucking twisted! So it is HIS money," Jake pointed at me, "but you take it. What fast one are you pulling? You pimp him out? And what else? You get what? That is fucking in-sane!" Cause it WAS insane, wasn't it? Po was laughing, "Yeah! Like I said. That's it! It's insane! Yeah? I know it is! I get it, yeah? But I get everything, innit. Cause like Jobal promised me it would be, after he was properly done as my property, I'd be able to make big money! And he was right! It's fucking insane man, it really is! Do you want him to suck your cock?" I mean like I was just standing there doing nothing, so like I could'a been sucking Jake's cock while he was eating instead of just you know like standing there with my hands on my head! Jake smiled and shook his head. But then they was finished, so I cleared the cups and plates and made them a tea, to wash it down. "Can't he put some clothes on?" said Jake. "Yeah I only keep him naked around the flat and so on," said Po. "Cause he needs that like to keep his place yeah? Cause that's what it is yeah?" "Yeah? Cause he's constantly fucking erect and I can't take that. Not in my face man!" Jake moaned. So Po said, "Get in your cage dog." So I did - like I was in the way suddenly and like me being naked was suddenly too much. "I'd like to know what you intend doing about this," Jake said. He was holding his cup and resting his arm on the edge of the table. "What do you intend doing?" he repeated. He glanced at me again. Po didn't blink. "What's not cool? He's under Jobal's protection," he said. "I thought that's exactly what we were trying to prevent," said Jake. "No it wasn't, dipshit. We didn't want him to be attacked or harassed or, you know, bullied, or any of that shit, gay bashed, you know, in the street, did we? So I went to Jobal and I told him. I said he's my friend and I don't want him hurt by anyone and Jobal said ..." "Yeah what did Jobal say? He wanted him castrated I bet!" "Yeah. No. He just wanted him to be a bit, yeah, be a bit like, be a man, and not a wuss, make himself attractive and and not like go around slagging and getting into trouble but if he was good, or if I, or one of us, if we made him good then, yeah, he'd go for it, and he'd let me keep him, you know, as something to fuck and own properly and he'd make him a protected species yeah? And he'd earn and I wouldn't have to do anything. Now do you get it?" "No. I do not get it!" Jake said. "Jobal uses people. He exploits people. He makes them work for HIS money and he makes them into, well, slaves basically." "Jake hold on. That's my fucking brother you're slagging off! And if he heard you he'd fucking screw you up you'd never dare again cause he'd fucking fuck you over so much. Yeah? He fucking rules here and you know it. And he's got ears. And he's got soldiers. And he doesn't care so he'd just give the order yeah? Disappear. And you'd never even see it coming, yeah? He'd rip you out. So watch your fucking mouth. He'd probably ask me to do it as well. And I couldn't fucking refuse could I? I'd basically HAVE to or else, yeah? So do you want that? Cause I don't want that. I really don't want to have to do that to you, do I?" "You and whose army?" said Jake; but Po didn't answer, cause it was obvious wasn't it, whose army? Jake stared at Po and spat. I mean, he gobbed up and spat it right there into the floor like it was the street or something. "Fucks Jake! What you do that for?" said Po. "That's disgusting!" Jake just snorted and grinned. "This place is shit what you've done to it. What you've done to him. So now he's your dog? What the fuck is it?" I saw his gob drying on the floor; I knew I'd have to clean it up. Sooner than I guessed, "Get out of there and eat it," said Po, indicating Jake's gob. But I was inside my cage wasn't I? "Fuckssake," Po muttered. Get out of there and lick that mess your master Jake has made for you and quick. It's making me feel sick." I gingerly lifted my paws through the cage opening and crept up to the shining gob. They was both watching me. Jake exhaled as I beant my head down and licked at his phlegm. It was thick and creamy but didn't have much taste. When I finished, leaving a circle of tongue wet on the lino, I said, "Thank you Sir," and crept back to my cage again. Jake groaned. "That was fucking disgusting!" "It was your mess," said Po. "Anyway, he likes it. Look at him; he's grateful too!" Po laughed. "He is too!" I licked my lips. They was wet. Then I took a sip of water from my bowl. But Jake was unimpressed. "What the fucksake got into you Po? You used to be cool. This is degenerate." Po sighed and crossed his arms and his legs, like he was older and knew much much more than Jake did. He sighed like he was head teacher. "Jake, grow up. Just grow the fuck up. We aren't kids anymore. Fuck. Just grow up. People need to be under some sort of control. It's in the interests of everything. And Superior Men ..." "Superior Men? What's that supposed to mean?" "Us!" Po sighed like he was fed up explaining. "Yeah? Superior Men, men like us, Superior Men who naturally know how to behave and what to do and have the right to expect ... you know ... and generally, and generally that control takes the form of some sort of authoritarianism, doesn't it? That's just the way it is. And that's how things get done. You gotta be realistic." "So am I one of your Superior Men then am I Po?" "It's up to you isn't it mate?" "Are you out of your fucking mind!?" Jake said, "This is fucking sick!" He pointed at me kneeling in my cage. I don't know what he meant. Po smiled, like it was completely unimportant. "Look, don't tell me! Tell him! This is what HE wanted. This is the LIFE he wanted. He wanted this life. He ARKSED for it. You know? He's happy. Look at him! He's happy as Larry, like a real happy dog in his cage like a good dog yeah? Aren't you? Good dog!" I nodded and sort of yelped out, "wrYes Sirwr!" I wanted him to know that I was happy. Cause I was happy, wasn't I? I loved Po and I was happy. "He's happy! You arsk him. Go on. Arsk him. I'll let him - I mean, I'll let him answer what he wants." Po looked at me, looking at him, wanting him and waiting for him to let me lick his cock again. My dick was stiff between my legs and I just wanted to clamber all over him and lick him and show him what a good dog I am and how much I love him! "Dog you can speak freely," said Po +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 99 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you-48 | Date: Fri, 09 Sep 2022 03:16:45 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 48 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR MOAN. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or link www.bit.ly/2x8dXEV TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 48 I still couldn't believe Po had talked to his brother. Jobal was older and knew people all over - but I do suppose that meant he knew what could be done and what couldn't be done. Perhaps that was it. He had been abroad and studied and even met with some people over there. He was probably the most respected out of the lot. So I WAS surprised, cause he would cut Po's balls off as soon as have a queer brother; or so I thought... "Jobal said he'd be here by now. He'll be here any minute." Po slapped my backside smartly. "Go put some clothes on." I got up, found some shorts and a vest and came back wearing them. "What about you?" Po was still in only his trainers. On the chair in only his trainers. He was so fucking hot! And cause the time we had to cum had passed without happening and now it was gone, so he had to do something with his prick, just like I did, and not look, you know, sex-faced! It was funny. Then there was a sound from the main door. "Get that," said Po. "Is it him? Already?" "Look I said buzz the fucking door dumb bitch, do as I tell you. Yes it's him! Who else?" "I thought it might be Jake ..." I said, only slowly starting to move. Po exploded! "Do you WANT me to kill you? Do you? Haven't I explained? Haven't I said? Just shut the fucking up and do - FROM. THIS. MOMENT. ON! - do exactly as I say and do not question anything I say. Don't answer back. Follow instructions exactly. To the letter. What are you waiting for? He'll know something is wrong! NOW!!!" I ran to the door and pressed the intercom and opened the door without even asking who it was. I ran back. All Po had to wear was his short top and his blue shorts that he'd worn to swim and had a bit of space for his junk but not much! Po had picked them up and kinda handled them like radioactive waste. They were cummy and manky. "Here," I said, "I got something else." "Quick! Not your pansy shit!" "No! Honest! You'll look good! Promise!" I ran and found a pair of trackies and another top. I'd never wear them cause they were too loose. I ran back. "Here, throw them to me!" I did He caught them and then was about to put them on. Then he stopped and grabbed his shorts and pulled them on over his cock and then picked up the tracks again and put them on over it; you couldn't really make out what was bulge and what was fabric! Then he put on his tee and then my top over that so it was open but covered him.just about. He shook his arms like he was limbering up for a gun fight, pointed at the door - "Wait over there!" - and fell back into the chair we had just been having sex in. I slid to the door and waited for Jobal to arrive. I mean I wanted it to go well. Obviously I wanted it to go well. Ever since the hickey incident I knew we couldn't keep just going like that and not get into difficulty one way or another. So I was quite eager for Jobal to arrive and sort things out. "And do what he says as well," added Po. "And show some respect." Then we both waited. In complete silence. Eventually, I heard footsteps. There was a light tap on the door. I glanced at Po. He looked back at me and smiled, sort of seriously. "I want you," he said, very quietly. "Don't let me down. "Ok. "Open it." I reached up and twisted the latch, then I stood up and pulled on the door and stepped back so that Jobal could get in. It was a bit cramped. I hardly dared look. Jobal walked in without a word and looked around the flat like it was Po renting it! "Nice place." "It has a view," said Po proudly, standing up and pointing to the balcony door. "Yeah? Nice." Jobal had entered the flat like a refugee from justice, covering his mouth and nose with a thin scarf like a desert soldier, baseball cap pulled down to mask his face. Long white t-shirt and lo-cut black jeans. I could tell he was quite muscular. He had the kind of muscles that filled his clothes. He went out on the balcony with Po, where they stood talking, his back to the view and occasionally looking in my direction. I waited. Eventually they came back in. "I mean, it depends what you want, and if they can do the work," said Jobal, finishing the conversation. "Yeah I like it," he said looking about. "What about your pad? Rent it out?" "Yeah, it's another income source isn't it?" Po said, resting his backside on the back of a chair like he owned it. Like he owned everything. "Yeah. Could be. If you use it. You could use the pad for trade yeah and then it's all cash, yeah?" "I've got some ideas." "I could help. Let me know about those introductions." "Yeah." Finally Jobal turned to me. "This it yeah?" I straightened up. "What's this?" He pointed at my neck - the infamous hickies. "This your work?" Po nodded with a grin. "Got a bit over-excited," he said. "No harm in that. But it might affect ... you know. So ..." "Yeah," said Po. "Won't happen again." Jobal addressed me directly, "You my brother's bitch, yeah? Are you my brother's bitch?" I nodded and looked at his feet, and then at his chin. "He's shy." "Answer him then," said Po. Jobal smiled and watched my reactions, examining me without touching me. I nodded, and said yes, looking at his feet again. "He's shy," said Jobal. "Speak up," said Po. "Are you a bitch yeah?" "Yes, I am," I said quietly. "Stand up straight. Speak up. I can't hear you." "Yes," I said quietly. "Still can't hear you. Look don't be afraid. Own it. Say, are you my brother's bitch?" "Yes I am your brother's bitch," I said. "Look at me and say it." I looked at his eyes which seemed to see into me, like men did when they looked. "Yes I am your brother's bitch," I said with determination. "Ok. Ok. Glad we got that out of the way. Now we know where we stand. Because Po here has asked me if it is all right. If it is possible for him to have a guy as his bitch, instead of a female like normal. And I said yes, that is perfectly possible except for one thing." And Jobal started speaking to me, like he was explaining something difficult and all the time kind of staring at me like he was trying to check me out or something. Checking my reactions I suppose. "Yeah my brother here, Po, he told me what he needs. He admitted it. It took altogether some time but eventually he admitted it. Didn't you bro'?" "Yeah," said Po, "I admitted the situation." "So I said, look, all you you have to do a tell me what you want. All you have to do is tell me and I'll give it to you, yeah? So he did, and I'm saying yes, you can have it. There are certain conditions naturally but yeah you can have it. I said, are you sure? And he said yes. So I said ok then. It's for the best. See, my brother, I'll always give you what you want. You just have to ask for it." Po smiled and his eyes sort of shone like he was relieved and proud and happy and confident all at the same time. Jobal continued explaining like I was from another planet, "You've got to understand that for us, when a man isn't a man that's very serious - and you are inferior so that's different, but for Po it would be very serious. But you understand that. So you understand everything what I've just said?" "Yes Jobal," I said. "Yeah. Course you do. And Po has explained it to you in any case, hasn't he?" "Yes Jobal," I said. (I wasn't sure if he had explained everything, but I said so anyway.) "Ok. That's great. Now. Next: let's take a look at you." He flicked his fingers, just the tips, to indicate that he wanted me undressed. I knew what he wanted. I looked at Po, who nodded and said, "Take your clothes off. Jobal wants to see what you look like." "Everything. Don't be shy," said Jobal. So I undressed completely and put my clothes neatly on top of my shoes. "He's a bit hairy ..." Jobal said as I bent over to arrange my things. "Yeah well he isn't a girl, is he?" Po replied. "I thought you said he was cute." "He is cute," Po said. "He's hairier than you," Jobal added with a laugh. "No he isn't." Jobal walked round me slowly, inspecting every inch. "Yes he is! He's way hairier and I thought you said he was younger." "No I didn't." Jobal looked at my eyes, pulled back the lids and sort of held up a finger for me to follow like an eye test. "Thought you did. No matter. Clear eyes. Good. Good colour. Very good colour. Popular colour." He grabbed my nose and twisted it, but I tried not to protest. He laughed. "DON'T! sneeze," he said - cause I was about to, but didn't. I couldn't help it: I laughed and sort of was happy. He was pleased. "Good. Teeth." I opened my mouth and let him raise my lips to look at my teeth. "Tongue? Yeah. Good posture?" He placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me so that one hand held the front of my neck and holding the nape of my neck then brushing his hand down the curve of my back, like some kind of slope, to come to rest to just touch my bottom. I straightened up automatically as his hand slid down and made me stick my bottom out. My dick bounced up; I glanced at him in embarrassment. "No, don't worry. That's very good. That just the response you are looking for. Very good. See when they're like that they're going to be very eager, very cooperative and easy to manipulate, control, and you can do what you want, yeah?" "Yeah, I found it already," said Po approvingly. "He's very fag." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 48 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you-69 | Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2022 18:31:04 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 69 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR MOAN. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or use this link www.bit.ly/3SMcydH TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES ON NIFTY. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 69 Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 16 -- Worship Urib knelt on the floor. Now I was looking at the top of his head his hair was sort of shining in the neon. And he looked at me then down; he adjusted his knees apart and then spread them as he put his hands palms down and slid them forward on the floor and continued sliding them until his chest met his knees and his face was touching the floor and his arms were straight out in front of him with his fingers pointing forward like petals. Then he slid further so that his chest and his face were on the floor and his legs splayed so wide that his arse was opened up and sort of sticking up in the air, like 'yeah fuck me!', yeah? The muscles on his upper back and neck folded in a complicated shape to keep his arms forward and flat in the floor. "Ok?" he said without moving his head like he was kissing the floor. "That's what is Worship position. I mean obviously in practice you would obviously ALWAYS do this only ever completely naked. Nearly always. And you just hold it like that until he says different or something. OK. Note: this isn't yoga! I'm not relaxed. I'm not just flopped. I'm flexed. I'm actively stretched out before him OK? My whole body is hard for him OK? And I can feel my hole is exposed and like open. And my buttocks are apart, for use - do you see that? Is that clear? He can whip you or fuck you - it's up to him!" I could see how this great body of his - even his spine was muscley - all stretched out like that was just so like ... yeah, like, 'Do what you want with me, I am yours!' Yeah? "Po sees this, he'll be impressed. I guarantee. OK," he added. And I thought if I'd be like that Po WOULD just love it, I could see now! I could see how it would impress Po if I did that! He'd be like, 'Hey what's this?' and he'd definitely want to, well use me. He'd be so pleased - and so surprised! It made me grin, course it did! Urib looked up awkwardly, and saw me smile, then pushed and slid back to a standard kneeling position. "Now you try," he said looking up at me. So I tried it. I went from kneeling, facing Urib, put my face on the floor like he had, and stretched out my arms with palms down on the floor and slid like he di until I was just like staring at the floor and I could see all the dirt and stuff, like feet marks on it became like my private world what only I could see! "Arse up. OPEN! Stretch and don't relax!" My shorts had tightened up against me so that my erection was in this bundle and touching where the ground was, tempting me to just rub it or press it down - which was good for the position I think! It felt strange, cause Po could do anything he wanted to me like this; like he could kick me or stand on my hands or even go behind me and whip me or, I mean, easily fuck me if that's what he wanted to do! Easily! I thought, 'Yeah! This is as good as he says!' And like, I felt so cool thinking he could see me like that and really knew then that he owned me! "RIGHT down! Push! Force it! Yeah. OK. Flat. Can you feel that?" I could feel the stretch go right through me and I felt like, yeah, I can feel it now! "Amazing ..." I said. "What's that?" "I just said, it's amazing," I said. "OK. Amazing. OK. OK. That's worship position, and I want you to picture yourself doing that even when you aren't doing that because that is exactly what they want, OK, that mindset. So that's what I want you to try when he gets home today and that's how to make sure he's really impressed with your new brain. Let him know. He owns you; he can do anything to you; you'll obey him; you won't complain and what? You'll be grateful. OK? Because why? Because he is completely free and needs to feel that freedom to do whatever he wants to, OK? Why? Because he is Superior Man - unlike you who is owned and completely can be used and is not free. OK. That's it." I knelt up and sighed. "What now what's wrong?" he said. I sighed again, "Oh I ... it's like, there's a lot for me to learn. I'm just thinking. It's like learning the piano, just starting out and I need to practice it, everyday. I mean it's constant practice isn't it? That's the only way I'm going to get good for him. Really good." "Yes," said Urib. "Definitely practice. We'll see to that. There will be plenty of opportunity to get it right and lots of punishment so don't NOT get it right, OK?" He smiled, "And remember there's that beating Po promised as well! He sees you in worship like that he's going to want to pay you for everything you did wrong to him today. I mean you really took the piss. Idiot. I'd love to see the fucking ... he's going to kick the living shit out of you! You'll be black and blue the next time you're back for our next lesson which I'm looking forward to see - because it's right if you are owned anyway. Because if there's one thing I know about Po it's he enjoys all that especially where it's well deserved and well overdue in your case." I shivered. I had forgotten about the punishment ... "And remember how you should stand?" "Yes," I said adopting first position. "OK," said Urib, "that's enough for one day. Run along. You'll be home in time to get ready for Po. Don't worry too much. He's firm but fair, I'd say of him. A little bit too fair in my opinion. When he's finished with you ... So when he gets in say, 'Please may I to rim you Po?' or," - Urib mimicked me using a sissy voice - "or words to that effect, and I bet you he'll say, 'Cool yeah babes,' or," - like Po had this sexy voice - "or something and you'll be able to really please him as well as then you get to eat his arse out which you'll love. Plus he's got this beautiful sweet cunt. Sweet chocolate cake. And let's face it, he'll fuck you after, because it gets him really excited, and he'll be so hard after you rim his hole with your sweet tongue, so it's sure to be the fuck of your dreams aren't you the lucky one? Just focus on that." But like it was I couldn't focus on anything at all! "Now shower off and everything. Go on!" "What about you?" "I need to stay and work out." So I trotted to the door, just left him, and slid past, then along the corridor to the end where the changing rooms were, and the showers as well. I felt like I could feel everything, like my whole body, just pulsing with fire and this like this painful fucking energy making me want to get down on the ground and worship Po like I'd just done now! *** The changing room was a few rows of lockers with little shelves or benches and these mirrors and a toilet and so on and the whole place stank, like really stank of man bodies and sweat and their pissy clothes. There was even a couple of pairs of underpants what had just been just thrown down like forgotten and a dirty-but-sexy t-shirt in all smart colours and branding what was lying on the floor there - so I just naturally picked those up as I was passing cause well I was tidy so I just thought I'd pick them up and put them somewhere, except then I didn't know where, so I, well I smelt them, didn't I, in my hands there and ... it seemed like it was right for me to smell them cause they were the underclothes of these Superior Men who would come here changing their dirty underwear and so on before, or after, working their bodies in the gym. The smell was so rank it made me feel like even their stink was better than mine. Not that I stank; I kept clean at all times out of that's who I am, but by this time I was a bit smelly I suppose and, even though I didn't have any clothes to change into, I knew I needed a shower and then I could run along home and ... well, then I could shower again and then change my clothes - well I'd be naked until Po came in wouldn't I then? And then who knows? I didn't know what Po had in mind or anything! So I was smelling these rank sports clothes and thinking if I needed a shirt I could wear this except it was even so smelly I didn't see the point. But actually what I really wanted was to put these men's clothes on and feel the sweat and the dirt of their bodies go all over mine. Like it even made me shiver to think of wearing these men's soiled clothes against my clean skin ... I caught sight of myself in the mirror, holding this branded shirt on my face and these underclothes in my hand and I thought, '...you are disgusting!' So that made me smile. But then I heard these footsteps and so I was just putting the clothes down on this shelf quickly so I wouldn't get caught with them like practically in my mouth - cause of the taste of them - and I tried to look smart, like cool or something, even though my hardon was probably showing when these two guys walk in and, fuck me they were gorgeous just ignoring me except one said, with a smile, "Stand easy," like he knew he had caught me smelling them. So I was embarrassed already. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 68 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you-98 | Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2023 06:24:38 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 98 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR MOAN. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or use this link www.bit.ly/3SMcydH TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES ON NIFTY. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 98 Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 45 - good dog Whenever I think about Benyamin, what Po told me not to, I get a warm feeling cause I really liked him and before Jobal got rid of him I thought I wonder what it would be like to go to Algeria and serve, cause I think he liked me too, a lot, and not even just to suck his cock. But still. *** So, one day, like this was one thing that changed; like the first thing I knew was, there was this delivery from a company called 'Man Kennel Makrrr' (funny); it was a big box, and inside it was like this all folded up like a big metal cage all made of wire that was all folded up in a big cardboard box that had to be assembled. I had to do that obviously - "Get on with it then," said Po with a grin, like it was my birthday present or something. There was simple push clips what fitted into each other and clicked permanently so that once it was all fitted together there was just one smallish gate I could just get in that had a padlock and a key what Po took and kept on a shelf where I could see it, but it was out of reach and anyway, why would I need it? If I got inside it it was so fucking horney I just got hard immediately. Like I sat there just this totally bitch, totally like this bitch dog on heat and basically dribbling for cock! And once inside I knelt inside cause I was so happy to wait cause all I could think about was Po and Po's cock and all that he meant to me. My master. My owner. He was everything to me! He was fucking incredible. I was so lucky. Whenever he came back if I had been locked up inside the dog cage I was like, literally pawing to get out and lick him and show him how much I wanted him and loved him and wanted him and loved him and wanted him. I was basically just panting and dribbling when he squatted down - and I saw his crotch, all fat and ready - and he was fiddling with the padlock to open it and, like, he knew! He knew how desperate I was to do anything he wanted me for. I'd get out of the cage and just lick his feet and lick him and lick him or lick his face and like practically jump up on him. I mean my penis was just running with precum and I'd leave this like sticky puddle where I sat cause it was running out ... Cause I wanted him! I wanted him! I loved him so much! And when he opened the lock and I waited, cause he said, "Stay ..." and, "There's a good dog." He always called me 'dog' now. It was magic. And when he said, "Ok come to me, good dog, good dog!" and I jumped forward and licked his face and licked his crotch and he hugged me and he was laughing as well, cause he loved my obedience and training. And course he fucked me. He fucked me good and proper like I needed it. Like, really well! But everybody did. He said, "This is your new home. This is like, where you live. Like always, like permanently, yeah? Just when there's like if I don't need you and there's no jobs to be done I want you in here and waiting. And if I'm like I'll padlock it just to let you know it's your home, not as a trap. This is literally your home now, not this flat; literally this is where you live now. This is it. This is yours." He pointed at the cage. Then smiled. "And this," he waved at the rest of the flat, "this is mine from now on. Ok?" "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." I couldn't believe he was giving me all this. It was incredible. So now ... now if got my own place at last! I mean half the time it wasn't locked but I stayed in course didn't I cause it was my rightful place wasn't it? It even had a tray underneath so if I wanted to piss I could just piss and I could drain the tray later - but, like I didn't have to get out of the cage to piss did I? Which was good. But I had to clean it up. And dishes for food and drink. "And this is where you'll live. Permanently from now on yeah? Ok? Ok then." He smiled and patted my head and I licked his hand. I was a good dog. I knew he wanted me to be happy. "You ok with that?" "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." But it felt odd, cause I thought, 'Maybe I should just lick his hand?' Or maybe I should just woof, you know, woof woof! "Good dog. You know I love you don't you?" "Yes Sir!" "Do you love me?" "Yes Sir!" "Good dog. Good dog." *** So next thing I know, just, you know, Jake comes round. And I don't think Po was expecting him. Or perhaps he was. Either way, Jake comes around all smelling nice. I notice the way things smell now, and I like to smell them. Give them a sniff. When I opened the door and it was Jake and he was all like, "Whoah!" yeah? Cause I was, for one thing I was naked wasn't I? Obviously. What he didn't expect. I was obviously completely naked wasn't it? Cause that's how I had to live round the flat. And then I was marked up as well, wasn't I? All these lines on my body what Akim had done like decoration. What he, Jake, he had no idea about any of that course, I suppose. Or probably. "What the fuck? What the fuck is this?" he said, staring at me but like he didn't want to look cause, you know, he was straight wasn't he? And straights don't look at naked men! But I was so glad to see him. I wanted to lick his face but obviously didn't cause he wouldn't understand but I could smell him, and he smelt nice. He always smelt nice. He smelt of him, and his smell, sort of like clean but a bit almondy and bit like a man smells after he hasn't washed for an hour or two: hot and nice. "Come in Sir ... Please come in Sir," I said, like I would any men, and I just stepped away for him to come in. I must admit I got a bit hard cause I liked him, didn't I? And he looked at me like I was fucking mad, and looked at me as well, and my body and everything and like ... it was a lot to take in wasn't it? "Get some fucking clothes on for fuck sake!" Obviously it was, so I stepped out of his way so he could get past, and he sort of laughed, like out of embarrassment or amusement or something and there it was! Like if a real dog had answered the door, I think. So he come in and ... well. He saw Po sitting and, he like paused, and then, when he sat down, I mean he was clearly pissed off cause he just sat down with a thump and looked at me - spreading his legs so I could see where his bollocks mashed up inside - and looked at Po who was also sitting down and don't move and looked kind of grim cause like he knew didn't he, that it was a kind of shock wasn't it, for Jake who wasn't expecting this kind of thing? And there was this cage taking up space in the corner, where I lived. Jake sort of snorted, like with disgust and looked at Po and said, "What the fuck is this Po?" "What's what?" Po smiled. "All this!" he pointed at me, "All this!" He pointed at me like I was a road traffic accident, and the cage and everything. "What the fuck have you been doing? What the fuck is this?" "I think it's beautiful," said Po defiantly - like that answered the question! When I thought of how Po fancied me and how he'd fuck me and fuck me and never want to stop. I loved that! "Would you like a drink Sir?" I said, my heart sort of bursting, yeah? Cause, like, with, like, pride, cause I knew Po was proud of me. "Get that food you made and coffee," Po ordered. "Go on! Quick!" I ran over to fetch it. "He's good," said Po. "He does everything now. He's my slave and everything," he laughed. "And he brings in some proper money!" Jake just sat, like, "What?" "Yeah. I look after him." I carried a tray to the table. "Put it there." "Yes Sir!" I handed Po his mug and one for Jake what he took and just like stared at me, wasn't it? Cause I was completely nude and all the Akim's marks were like, there, and he could see them. He kind of glanced at me, like he was embarrassed, but took the cup. "What the fuck ... Thanks," he saida like, what else could he say? I immediately stood up in first position - hands in head. And, you know, I thought, 'Jake will be so impressed!' yeah? Cause he'll see how obedient I am and he'll love that. And he'll see all my marks and my muscles and it'll make him think, like, 'Yeah, wow, sexy!' won't he? I mean, Jake wasn't even gay so he, like, he wouldn't be turned on by that. But he would be impressed, wouldn't he? +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 98 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you-47 | Date: Thu, 08 Sep 2022 02:54:01 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 47 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR MOAN. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or link www.bit.ly/2x8dXEV TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 47 "I don't know what you mean," I said. "Yes you do." And you know what, it's a strange thing, even though I didn't get what he was getting at one bit, I was too frightened, or ashamed, or not wanting to be disobedient or annoy him, or excited, I just said, "Yeah. I know what you mean." "Yeah. Cause men, like you -" I liked that he put it that way "- men like you can't never mature if they don't admit what they are like. Subs need to know what it is to be sub and not have any hangups about being inferior to the guys they serve yeah?" I nodded. "Yeah, so you gotta do the work. Yeah? Cause like I talked to my brother and he said, yeah, it's ok but only if -" "So you did talk to your brother. He said it's ok?" I couldn't believe it! Po sat up suddenly and absolutely slapped my head with a firm thwack that was like Dean did but not the same, cause he said, "See that's what I'm saying. Don't fucking interrupt me! I can't accept that. That's not the way you should be showing me some respect. You need to shut the fuck up and show me some fucking respect yeah?" And he was just slapping my head repeatedly while he was saying all this, until I was literally on the ground, asking him to stop. "Fucking. Respect. Bitch. Yeah?" Then, cause I was kneeling practically on his trainers and he started kicking me - from where he was sitting at first but then, as he just kept into it, but harder and he stood up, and I mean he was still kicking me, like I was his football and he was doing one of his tricks where he keeps the ball mobile while he sits, and stands, and sits, and does handstands, and all that shit. You've probably seen the video. "Yeah? Bitch?" I mean it was full on. And he'd never done anything like that to me. Like ever. "Yeah? Cause that's the fucking point right?! I've got to be the one who you respect yeah? Be my bitch, yeah? That's what my brother said. My brother's right, I can't be like that letting you treat me any way. Interrupting me when you want to speak. Fucks sake Jay. Fucks sake." "Please stop ..." I begged. I think I was hyperventilating. But I'm not sure I was. "You fucking beg? Don't fucking beg! No I won't stop. Not til you learn, yeah? My brother warned me, he said if I was to do this, whatever this is, I couldn't be the bitch, yeah? That if I was tops then I was ok and I would be accepted, his brother, but if I don't keep you in your place ... you got to keep to your place and OBEY me yeah?" He stopped kicking me. I crouched at his feet and I kept very still, hiding my face. "Cause, it will not work, if I'm the bitch, yeah? I cannot be the bitch. That is not on, for one of his brothers to be the bitch. I MUST be in charge. Yeah? Not the bitch like you. I can have a fag, he says, but not BE one, see? Cause a fag is a bitch. So you have got to ... make me proud, yeah? Make me proud, how? By obeying me, and serving me at all times, and," he rested his trainer in my back and ground it into my skin and then kicked me again but gently, "doing as I say. That way we will be fine. We'll be ok and everything. So it's like I will own you and you will do as I say and that's the way from now on yeah? No backchat. No whining. None of that. Just obey. Yeah? Do you think you can learn that?" I nodded my head without lifting it. I was literally kissing the floor in front of him. I was all curled up at his feet. "Yeas Po, I can Po," I said, meaning, like to be his bitch? Who wouldn't? "I'll be your bitch! Of course I will! Obey you! I promise!" "In everything!" "Yes," I said. "Everything." "No questions!" "No. No questions. I'll obey. " "Is that a promise, hey, Jason?" "Yes it is. It's a promise." I uncurled a bit and kissed his feet. "You look good like that, all afraid," he said and sat back down. But I WAS afraid. I just didn't understand what was going on. "Hey. Look. I don't ask you to do anything I wouldn't do myself!" He laughed sarcastically, "Look it's a joke! ... You might not get it. Get used to it." He seemed satisfied he had made his point and relaxed back into the armchair, spreading his legs like he usually did and using his shoe to tap me sort of affectionately. His legs made this great valley ... with this incredible ... monument at the the top! He started to play with himself, looking at his cock while he stroked it, super gently, and touched the tip, and picked up a line of precum like a line of spit; it seemed to respond to him touching it, like it was trained. It stood up when he rubbed it and then relaxed a bit when he stopped; it oozed more when he squeezed it and then just sank and dripped when he let go. All the time he looked at it and looked at me to see that my attention was all on that. He tickled his ball sack and fondled it - that made his dick harder - and then just pulled the foreskin down so that his cock seemed to be pulling on a piece of clothes, the tight collar just curling off the head before rolling back up to cover the neck. All dark black-red. He stroked it just to show me how soft it was, and then pushed it down and let go just to show me how stiff and unyielding. He let it wave and then just cupped it and fondled it so that it seemed to purr and crave more. "You like that?" I nodded, transfixed. "Can't hear you. You like my cock? "Yes. Yes I do. Like it." I swallowed. "I do like it." "Yeah?" He wanked it and then let go and shut his eyes and rolled his head back and groaned. "Oh boy that's hot." He touched his balls again and smiled. "I'm getting close. You want it?" "Yes I want it yes" "Lick my balls." Oh god. His legs were far apart and his cock was standing up. He beckoned me and I crawled up between his thighs. I licked between his legs, the ball sack, the soft seam that ran across it like a ridge of silk - as I licked and sucked, his testicles loosened up and slid about like two slippery eggs. The hair that tickled my face. The tall tower of his dick ... He stopped me from taking it all in. "Not yet. Look you can get up here and give me a hug. You deserve it. You let me hurt you and you don't fight back. That's what I want. Here." I put my hands on his thighs and looked at him. He was smiling and gave me his hands to help me. I knew I wanted him to hold me. I shuffled up his body and he said, "Sit astride me. Yeah?" So I sat astride his lap - his thick dick and mine were between us, rubbing urgently - and I leaned forward so that his arms took me and wrapped me and hugged me so tightly I was pressed against his neck with my face breathing into his skin. He was stroking and tapping my skin with his fingertips. "I'd just like to cum in you and cum and cum and cum until you're drowning inside with my cum yeah? What do you think? Are you going to be good for me?" "Yes," I said quietly. "Promise." "I promise." "Will you do as I say always and immediately without any stupid questions?" "Yes Po of course I will." I. I couldn't imagine anything I wanted more. "That's good. See I know how you think. And if I tell you to do some ... thing?" "I'll do it." "Will you?" "Yes I'll do it." "And you won't want an explanation or ask me to like let you off?" "No I won't. I promise." "What ever it is?" "Whatever." "And even if it's like, so humiliating and private but it's in public and everyone can see?" "Even ...?" "Say it Jason." "Even if it is in public and everyone can see." "If I humiliate you you won't mind?" "No I won't," I said. "You like to be humiliated," he said as though it was a fresh thought. "That's good; that really pleased me. All I need is a guy who pleases me, who obeys me and gets off on being my bitch, who wants to do that. And I don't mind if you do wrongs cause then I'll punish you. And I like that." He was breathing heavily and so was I. We both kept completely still, except for his fingers stroking my skin, cause we didn't want to cum. And I could feel his pulse throbbing through his whole body, and mine. "I like you," he said. We stayed ilke that for some time, neither of us cumming. --- "What's the time?" Po looked for the wall clock. "Fu-uk!" "What is it?" "It's late! Jobal said he'd be coming." "Jobal's coming here?!" "Yeah. I'm expecting him to get round here and take a look at you and see what he thinks. You know Jobal don't you?" "Yeah, he's your brother!" I said burying my face in his ear. "You know him? You met him?" "No. I know of him," I said. "I've never met him. But I know you have a brother and ... You went to see him and ..." "Shhhh, shh, shush, yeah, well like I said, he said it was ok IF you was my bitch. And you are my bitch aren't you?" "Yeah." "Yeah. Cause I asked him, yeah? So I need to show him, to see what he says. Cause if it's ok then you can be my bitch, we'll be ok and it'll be ok. So I needed to ask him, yeah? Can't keep it a secret cause, well, you know we can't keep it a secret yeah? Not forever. So he's going to get round here and he'll take a look and say if it's ok or not." "What if it's not all right?" "Look, it'll be fine. Just do as he tells you and let him see that you are a fag bitch and that I'm in charge of you; and, I mean it shouldn't be a problem ... someone like you ..." "Someone like me?" "Yeah with your skin and your blue eyes, no one can criticise me for that. And in any case, Jobal will vouch for me if he's happy yeah? So make sure he is happy. It won't be difficult. Just be yourself. You're already my cocksucking fag bitch, so all difficult bit has been done!" He smiled. "You're quite a prize," he smiled. "But you gotta do the work." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 47 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you-68 | Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2022 08:12:12 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 68 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR MOAN. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or use this link www.bit.ly/3SMcydH TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES ON NIFTY. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 68 Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 15 -- Secret "QUICK! Pull down your pants!" I hesitated. I wasn't wearing any pants ... but he knew that ... oh my shorts ... oh yes ... and my bottom was already sore ... "QUICK!" I lowered my shorts and baring my bottom, leaned over the bench, separating my legs, and felt my cock rub uncomfortably underneath my weight. "B but I didn't do anything ... wrong did I Ssir?!" THAACCK! "UNgghhSorrySir!!" THAAK! "NEVER! I'm sorry Sir," he shouted over my whimpering sobs. THAKK The blows were all on my sore buttocks and hurt more than before. "ALWAYS: Thank you Sir!" he said. "B bu but ... Thank You Sir! Thank you Sir!" "That's it, pouty lips." But I knew there would be one more cause he hadn't caned the backs of my legs where it would really hurt more than anything and I knew he w-ou-TTHHWAKK!! And I basically crumpled, or almost did - "Th Th Thank you sSir!" "Hold it! Hold it steady." "Y yes Sir tha thah thank yusr." "Hold on. Just one more. Just one more. I want to see you crack. I want to see it OK." TTHHAAAKKK I think I fell forward, I think, cause my knees sort of buckled and I was struggling I think, just to stay. But there was no let up. "OK standing now. Standing. Stand up! First position. FIRST POSITION. Come on. Do as I say. Fight it. Don't give way. Stand up. First fucking position." And I could feel the cane like sway about to land again so I put my hands behind my head, stood up by stressing my stomach into the bench, then straight, weak in my whole body, and closed my eyes, cause I knew that would come next and, also, and my eyes were streaming and my face was all shaking and like tears and I was so fucking fucking fighting not to cry. I mean, I was FUCKING FUCKING yeah? Not to cry. And I didn't cry. "Open your eyes; you're fine." My eyes were so wet. Urib didn't use the cane. Instead he looked at me and at my willy which had shrivelled away, and smirked, "You'll forget you ever had a cock." He touched my sore bottom and my legs and - cause I don't know do I? But my cock shot-up again and I was hard even more and I thought, 'I wonder if he'll cane me again?' Cause I kind of hoped he did. Cause it made me so hard, like afterwards, cause I realised it was like the saying says it is, 'He's into pain.' "You liked that bitch." "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." "Want me to do it again?" "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." "Well that's for later. We got gym work to do now." I mean, much as I wanted it, I was pretty relieved you know? He asked me what I could push, what weight? And when I said I didn't know he said, "Oh why am I not surprised ...?" *** The rest of the time was spent learning how to use the equipment safely. It wasn't so demanding, just to learn a few practical things and the correct technique. So I was fine. When he wanted to praise me he rubbed my behind to sooth where it was sore. When he wanted me to know I was wrong he took the waist of my shorts and pinged it like just in case I might get the cane. When we was finished I was still pretty tired through, and even though all my muscles ached it felt pretty good, like I'd really done some good stuff! "Position two! That should come naturally!" Urib smiled and patted my shoulder, "Yeah, you done OK in the end. Just keep at it. Do you think Po will be pleased with the progress you've made?" "I hope so." "OK, I hope so," he gripped my shoulder again and sort of held me like that at arm's length, like he was thinking whether to tell me something. "I know so. You want to please him don't you? OK just one tip. If you want to please Po? One thing you can do that'll always please him? Is: Po likes being rimmed, I know. I mean he really likes it, so you make sure you do that every opportunity, don't wait to be asked, and he'll be very happy. Friendly tip." I couldn't believe it! "So when he fucked you did you rim Po?" "I did. What did you think? OK. I'm going to tell you a secret and you can't tell anybody OK?" I nodded my head. "Po's got a tight hole." "He does?" "Oh yeah. Tight as anything. So he likes being rimmed but also he likes being fucked OK so remember that but DON'T tell AN-Y-BO-DY OK? Cause he'll know it was me." "How?" "How what?" "How will he know it's you?" "Cause I know who fucked him, OK?" "Who fucked him?" "OK. I know, but nobody else knows." "Ye-eeah ... But how do you know nobody else knows?" "Cause he told me OK?" "What, the guy who fucked him?" "No-o - Po told me. OK." "Why would he tell you? I mean isn't that supposed to be ...What if he was kidding you?" "He wasn't kidding, OK? I could tell. He was ripe from it like you are. Like me. I could tell: he loves it." It was confusing cause I couldn't imagine Po getting his arse fucked, not him ... But then I could imagine ... and I, then I thought, yeah ... And then that's all I could imagine! And I thought, yeah, I COULD rim him - like I HAD rimmed Luke already; so I knew it was sweet. "Does Jobal know?" Urib shook his head. "Jobal doesn't know everything. I don't think he knows. Because if he knew it'd kill everyone wouldn't it? His brother? Look no one knows. I shouldn't'a told you. You're gonna blab." "No I'm not! But if ..." "OK don't worry about it you thick cunt, just concentrate on doing as I say and getting it right OK. Look, OK, I'm not ... " "So why did he tell you?" Urib stared at me for a bit and laughed. "You just don't get it so you? I'm OWNED, OK? I don't matter. What I want? I do what Po or Jobal or whoever ..." "Akim?" "Akim as well. He's another one. I do what they have me and if that's keep a secret - OK - I keep a secret. It's like Jobal once said to me, 'You know you didn't want a choice.' Did you want a choice? So I'm saying it's like that." "But you're telling me, Urib! So who was it? Not Jobal!" "Fuck off! Look, I do what ANY of them, whatever it is, OK? Cause I'm OWNED see? I'm OWNED and I do what they tell me. So if they tell me a secret, well then that's a secret. It's just another way of owning me." "So why did you tell me?" "You won't tell anyone else. They'd kill you. But you got this ... look, understand something, this is what it is. You got to get used to it, that you will get used by anybody and everybody and treated like just this piece of fuckmeat OK cause that's what they want. And they fuck with you but you don't fuck with them. You keep their secrets, and in return? That's part of it. They do what they like. Don't you get it? Don't you even care what's happened?" "Yes I care what's happened," I said, staying absolutely calm cause I reckoned Urib had been close to just about losing it. "But I just don't get, what's the big deal about it is?" "Don't you even know what's happened?" "Yes I know." "Do you? OK? Do you actually even have any actual idea what has happened?" "What has happened?" Urib laughed. "Oh boy you have got to wake up but ... OK. I'm not the one. That's enough. That's enough for one day. I need to take you back to Po. Don't tell him what you know; it's just better, to know him better, that if you are going to keep him happy: lick his hole!" I nodded, thinking, 'Oh I'll lick his hole all right!' "Speaking of which I want you to step up your game at home as well. So ..." "What do you mean?" "What do I mean, dipshit - Is that what he calls you?" "Sometimes he calls me dipshit. When he's disappointed with me, I think." "OK. When he's disappointed ... So let's see if he can be not disappointed shall we? See if we can't impress him can we? OK. This: when he gets home today, I want you to present yourself to him the moment he comes in. OK. Naked obviously. OK? Totally naked like just like you just showered. Clean inside as well obviously. Fresh. This is how you greet a Superior Men when they come to the door: just open the door, do not look up, open the door and then, fall! OK? and the moment he comes in it's adopt this position, it's called the Worship position; look I'll demonstrate:" +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 68 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you-97 | Date: Sun, 18 Jun 2023 17:29:47 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 97 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR MOAN. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or use this link www.bit.ly/3SMcydH TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES ON NIFTY. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 97 Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 44 - Benyamin You know those dreams when you're walking along the street Stark Bollock Naked and all the people either stare at you in disbelief out ignore you completely like it's completely normal and you're S.B.N. but that's just the way it is? And then you start to get a stiffie and your erection is much bigger than you remembered it but like, that's your cock now and everyone admires it? Usually that dream ends with an orgasm of some sort - either real or imaginary - and you wake up and wished it had really happened but glad it didn't? Well, welcome to my life! Only in my dream when I'm walking down the street, I'm following behind Po or whatever, and in my dream I've got this marks all over my skin and everyone can see and looks and Po just loves it, and I'm like, I don't want them to, but I do want them to, and he ends up fucking me as well and I'm sweating when I wake up. Well it isn't exactly a dream is it cause this is my fucking life is fucking like that! And I cook. I clean. I shop. I screw. And from the money he makes he loves it cause now he can afford anything. He even bought a motorbike - a Suzuki SV650, in case you're interested, bright red - and he rode it round and showed it to me (I was standing on the balcony looking down) and it was so fucking hot. He was down there, gripping his thighs on it and waving at me. Po is incredible. He controls everything and takes care of me and makes sure I am constantly earning. And he loves the money. Like one of the paying men was this guy he called himself Benyamin, and he was a businessman from Algeria. He wanted to take me out, like in his car, this big Merc what smelt all of leather, and drive me about, like in the motorway and stuff, which he couldn't of done if Jobal didn't vouch for him; so there's an example of him protecting me - or he might'a kidnapped me yeah? Or hurt me. Well he did hurt me, but you know what I mean. Really hurt me I mean! And I'd open his trousers (cause he always wore a suit) and play with him while he drove - real fast! He pushed my head down when I was deep throating him and I felt the car accelerate. His precum was dribbling out of my mouth. It was embarrassing. "Sorry sir", I murmured when I had a chance. "I didn't mean to make a mess Sir." "Do you like my cock?" he said. "Yes Sir. It's a beautiful cock Sir!" He grinned. "Then don't worry about making a mess." He had a change of clothes in the boot. Then we came to this field and I'd blow him under the stars. It was really nice. He liked to spank my arse whilst I was holding him and kissing him (he had really full soft lips and a big tongue) and he likes to hold me and me hold him and then he lay on the grass and I fuck myself on him and he bend me over the hot bonnet of his Merc and fuck me really hard. When he cum - which was loads, cause he had these great big hairy balls that were obviously really full - and when he shot up me I could really feel it pumping in before running out and down my legs again and he was like collapsed. He wanted me to clean him up and then lay there on the grass on top of him. He had this really big hairy chest and I could listen to his heartbeat which was really heavy, like a train passing in the night. He stroked my face. He said, did I like his cock? again, and I said course I did! Cause it was big and hard. I mean it was pretty dark to see but I think it was purply-red and I don't think it had a foreskin. We stopped off at a hotel where I helped him shower and he had a little rest. "Jobal's so good. He finds all these perfect guys and he trains them and then he rents them out to me. He's so good. They're well hard, fit; obedient as well as good looking! Hard working. But not all as good as you!" Cause he was really he was into me because he soon said, after a couple of times, said he wanted to take me back to his other house in Algeria as his house slave and fuck me every night and have me work for him as an assistant or something but I'd never wear anything except possibly these little knickers, he said (like it was funny) and he have me all to himself except if he had these parties where all his Algerian mates and people in the oil business (cause he was in the oil business) would come round and could serve all of them and would I like that? Well, obviously I would! It was pretty wild to think this rich bloke would look after me and all I had to do was be his servant! He said, "My house is huge; it has verandahs for every room and looks out on a golf course with lakes and fountains. There are three inner courtyards with more fountains and everything is complete luxury with slaves to cook and clean." I didn't know if he was lying or not. I mean, how would I know what goes on in Algeria? "Is Algeria a very rich country?" "Mostly poor. But I am rich. I can pay for anything. I would look after you. You'd want for nothing. I want you to be my favourite boy," he said. So I don't know how many slaves he had back in his Algerian mansion! He smiled and he said, "You're so broken!" "Yes Sir," I said. And he smiled at that. He has this big hairy stomach too what he liked to stand and stroke it like he was a furry toy. He was a bear! He liked it when I straddled across him and gave him a massage, especially if I straddled his back and massaged his neck. He was quite fat, but not like out of shape. He was quite strong, like a wrestler, not like an athlete though. He liked it when I licked his ears. He had a hairy back and he had a tattoo across his shoulder blades which I don't know what it said cause it was in a language but he said it meant 'Superior'. Which he was a Superior Man wasn't he? His hair was quite wirey and rough but felt strong when I brushed it with my fingers, massaging his scalp. I liked him. "You are nearly always hard you are nearly always erect but you never cum. You never touch it. Why is that? I mean, I like it, but why is it?" "I never think about it Sir." "What do you think about then?" "I don't think about anything Sir except serving you Sir. That's why I exist Sir. Sorry Sir." "That's ok. Just carry on being you." But when I was sucking his cock I started to moan because I wanted it so much. "Why are you making that funny noise?" "Because I want your cock Sir so badly Sir I want it Sir." "That's good. Well done. I like that. That's good." I said I didn't know Benjamin was an Algerian name but he said, "Ben-Y-amin," and yes it was but quite special cause his Dad thought he would be important; and he was, cause he made all this money and he didn't have to answer to anybody and he fucked who he liked. His Dad said he would be rich and important, and he was - at least in Algeria cause the business he was in. I mean, it sounds stupid but he said if I came to Algeria to be his slave he would totally look after me and make sure I was always horney. And he had this private gym where I could workout. But I said I was already looked after and I couldn't leave Po, and I was already horney all the time so ... But he still wanted to. And he proved it by fucking me real hard. He said he could sort anything out. And then, when he drove me back and he was paying Po loads of money, he said he could make it worth his while to let me go with him but Po said I wasn't for sale. Benyamin said he could take me for a trip and he'd pay for it but Po said it was too risky. If Benyamin paid up for what he'd had and left it at that then he would have been ok. He was a man of such drive control and self-confidence. Assurance. He had me in awe of him. I wanted to serve him because he inspired me. And when I did not see him again - because of what happened - I was pretty upset wasn't I? Po told me not to worry about him. He said he knew Benyamin was a good fuck and a good payer but Jobal had got rid of him so I was not to worry about him. I don't know what that meant. He had a kind face. All he wanted was a servant, someone to do stuff for him and suck his cock. He was nice. He always wore a suit and clean striped boxer shorts. He was very ordinary. That's what made him special. He worked hard at his business though. That's what made him very rich. So he could afford anything he wanted. ... If it was for sale. Or rent. And I thought, I can't have that, cause I am a slave and I belong to Jobal. And you might think that, cause I am a slave I cannot have what I want but I can have what I want cause this is what I want: to be a slave. Anyway, so Benyamin was one and there was like so many others but mostly not like him. Some of them weren't so nice and got off on being cunts. So it wasn't all plain sailing! But Po thought it was all a laugh. He loved getting money and me being used was fine by him, obviously. You've probably seen it, it's this little roundel with a G in it. It means exclusively gay and I've seen it around a lot recently. Benyamin had it on his car windscreen like a permit or something. And there were these two guys with very dark skin, a couple; they wanted me in their sandwich and they had this roundel everywhere, even embroidered on their towels! So it clearly means something. When I told Po that about my session with the two guys - one of them taking my arse and the other fucking my throat - he just smiled sort of nastily, "You can't make a sandwich without bread." Meaning? I don't know what that meant! "Good dog," he said, with another one of his, like, nasty smiles. When I think about Benyamin I still get hard, but Po told me not to think about him, so I don't think about him. But when I do think about him, I still get hard don't I? And I'd really like to see him again so I can tell him he gets me hard whenever I think of him. But I don't think I ever will see him again. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 97 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you-46 | Date: Wed, 07 Sep 2022 07:26:00 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 46 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR MOAN. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or link www.bit.ly/2x8dXEV TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 46 Po seemed to get that I needed something and so he stretched his leg and grabbed his meat and just sort of rubbed it and adjusted it so that it felt comfortable and not tight or funny. "Oh my fucking cock is so heavy and huge," he said, sort of mock groaning like it was painful. "Can you see it?" "Yeah." I kept looking at it, didn't I? "... Do you like it?" "Yeah." "Don't you like it?" I could see it stretching out like a fat lazy worm inside his shiny blue nylon shorts. "Yeah. No I do, yeah!" "Come here then." I crawled nearer. "Here." I crawled up between his legs which he opened wider so his cock sprang up again. "Here." My face was really near. I could smell the cum, the groin juice and crotch sweat through the blue nylon shorts and he pulled up the leg so I could see the white lining holding his junk in. Then I put my nose right against the big blue bulge and kissed it. I felt it jerk. "Go on then." I kissed it again, through the shiny blue nylon, letting my lips remain in contact, sliding up and down with my tongue rubbing it so I could feel the bent arc of the shaft, the heavy balls packed into his bulge and the ripe head where I knew the foreskin already peeled back to reveal the most sensitive part of his whole body. "That's right. Worship it the way you like to." I mean, it sounded odd, but it was like worship, I suppose, as much as anything. He pressed his hips forward so that I could see the full extent of his huge penis outlined and I could caress it with my mouth. "That's it. That's good. Show me how much it means to you. Show me that you obey it." I licked the fabric. I kissed it repeatedly and nibbled the glans with my teeth to stimulate and excite him; gradually it was getting harder and harder. "Ohh that's right mate. That's right mate." I thought, If he cums the spunk will soak through the shorts, the inner pouch and the outer shorts, and I'll be able to suck it up. He started to moan. "Yeah you like that cock baby. You like that cock. Yeah show me how much you want it. Yeah show me. Make me cum yeah. Make me cum. Use your mouth." And I thought, 'I know how to make you cum. I do know how to make you cum.' And Po said, "Yeah. I know how a cockslave thinks, don't I?" It was intense cause I felt, you know, at peace; knowing who was in charge at last was like knowing my place; even like the whole world acknowledged that this was my place and it was like I owned it, my place, cause it had been acknowledged by the whole world. The whole world. But mostly cause I knew Po wanted it. "Yeah. I know what a cockslave ... thinks ... ao-oo-o-o ..." And he came just like that, with me kissing it through the fabric and him just moving his hips slightly to feel it rub and press against the restriction of my mouth - 'Yeah shoot me. Shoot me now!' I thought - and his ejaculate oozed through in a widening patch of darkness and some of it ran out of the leg of his sorts. He laughed and held my head as I sucked the sticky fluid out of the nylon and then, when I had done all I could on my hands and knees he eased his shorts off, and I helped him, so they were round his ankles, and then I licked the ooze out of his crotch, in the hair, and wherever I could find it. He smiled and patted my neck, "That's good. You like that taste don't you?" "Myeahm," I mumbled. "You like to worship my body don't you?" He kicked one leg so that his shorts came off that foot, over his trainer, and then I took them off the other one for him, his crumpled shorts, and just sort of held them, like a bunch of flowers, his cumjuice sticking to my hand , all wet and sticky. He exhaled with satisfaction and spread his legs even wider apart - sort of like an invitation, or like he was telling me to kneel there, so I could find more space to operate. "Put them down, Jason," his shorts, like I had become too attached to them. I put them to one side with a embarrassed smile. "Come here," he said I shifted my knees to be nearer his crotch again. "Go on." I wasn't sure what he wanted from me, but as I leaned forward he touched my head and directed me back to his balls and then, after I had finished licking his stuff all over again, I moved on to the inside of his thighs. I mean, I was kneeling right between them like I was in a big brown valley or something, and I was licking the soft brown walls there - like I was painting the walls of his thighs with my tongue. And he let his hand just touch my hair so I knew he liked it and when he wanted me to go lower, under the thigh and then towards the knee so I did. I worked my way down his legs, just alternating between them and then I just nudged his ankles with my nose and started on his trainers. Po seemed to like it. He seemed to like watching me doing it. "You like licking shoes don't you? You like to lick don't you? You lick Jake like this as well," he said. "And the others. I seen you lick: you just like to lick them, lick their cocks and their shoes yeah? Lick and lick." He grinned. I mean it was just so true! "They like it too," I said, just raising my head. "They like to see you humiliated," he said. I shrugged. "Don't you care?" I shrugged again, like I didn't know. But I didn't care anyway. "No," I said, "I don't do I?" I was eager to get back to his shoes and you know, just make sure I had licked them. I no longer cared about the dirt. My need was kind of obsessive. Kind of overwhelming. I no longer cared about anything. I could feel his eyes on me and whenever I looked up he was looking at me, playing with his cock and fondling his balls with gentle tickling fingers and with his other hand rested on its elbow so that his fingers were stroking his lips, which were smiling almost as if he was thinking of something too funny but I wouldn't get the joke. "You like to humiliate yourself," he said, letting the words emerge through his fingers. "You like to be humiliated don't you? I've realised that." "I've realised it about myself," I said kneeling up so that I could pay attention to what he was saying, and looking at the great expanse of him laying back in his chair, watching me, "yeah; but what about you? What do you get out of it?" I asked, genuinely curious, you know, cause whatever it was was like a mystery to me. "No need to stop. Keep going yeah? I like to watch you." (I'd already realised he had been watching me now for so long - I mean not minutes but days and weeks. Months.) "I guess I just like to see you concentrate." He smiled, and I saw in his eyes a glint, like he was looking into my brain, except it was distant, like he was looking through me, as though he had identified a place so deep inside me that even I didn't know it was there. "No need to stop. Keep going. Yeah? You just keep on doing that. I know you like to humiliate yourself, so just keep on going. It's fine. I'll just watch. I like watching you concentrate. Don't worry yeah? Just make sure they are clean. Every bit. Even underneath. Like you like to. Yeah?" So I went back to what I was doing cause that felt like a good fit. His trainers tasted of grass, dirt and leather and when I found a bit of dirt on them I licked it off and swallowed it, gradually getting it all off and so I was proud to see them get so clean - but just with my tongue. --- "Look Jason," Po said eventually, "Ok stop. Stop that now. You can stop. Can you stop just a second and look at me? Right?" I stopped licking his trainers, with difficulty, cause I was so into it. I knelt up and looked at him. "What is it Po? What am I doing wrong?" "Nothing. Nothing. Look, I'm sorry." "Sorry for what?" "Look just let me finish a fucking sentence will you? I'm sorry you was brute forced. Yeah? And I'm sorry about that. But I do think there was no other way. But even so. I'm sorry, ok?" I think I must have been looking at him blankly, cause then he said, "Yeah? So are you ok with that?" "What are you talking about?" I said. "Ok. Look. You know how you was? You was this sub and you didn't know it, but then, you know, all this happened?" "All this?" I must'a looked pretty blank cause Po smiled and tapped my leg with his shoe and then leaned back into his seat - like there was any further he could relax; I suppose he basically slid his hips towards me and his shoulders fell down the back and his legs slid so that although his feet remained the same, roughly either side of me, his knees bent. He smiled. "You know when I fucked you? And you said it hurt? And you were sore afterwards? And I fucked you again anyway? And then you were really sore? Cause it is really big and you are just so tight, but like I didn't care? All that?" "Yeah ..." "I mean, you do fucking remember yeah?" "Oh yeah! I remember all right!" "I'm sorry but you need to learn," he said. That surprised me, cause if there's one thing I know it's how to be sexually submissive, so I wasn't sure what there was to learn. "Yeah?" he said, and stared at me. "You have got to do the work," +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 46 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/manspace-my-first-visit | From: jerryg@pacbell.net (Jerry Gaither) Subject: Story: "MANSPACE, MY FIRST VISIT" (M/M; watersports; bondage) Date: Mon, 15 Dec 1997 01:54:46 GMT Organization: ASSGM Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com MANSPACE: MY FIRST VISIT by MANFUN CIRCA 1974 It had been one of those days at work so I stopped for some drinks after work. I had been in LA for a few months and as still home sick for DC where I had friends and knew where to go and have fun. I had been to a few bars and meet a few people but... I had hear about "MANSPACE" and as a semi-virginal vanilla preppie I was curious about it and what really when on there. Of course, I had a "no-no" list a mile long and knew I would never do any of those "things" - but still I was curious. My happy hour extended until about nine PM (liquid courage) when I left the bar and proceeded to "MANSPACE" - there was a little bar next to the steps going up to it so I decided to have just one more. After the extra courage I climbed the stairs and pushed the buzzer and was let in the first door, there was a cute, young guy behind the grill with nothing on but some shorts, I would have done him right there and then if I could have gotten to him. I told him that I wanted to join. Much to my surprise he told me I couldn't this evening because it was their anniversary party and it was for members only. I was kind of glad because my courage had started to wane as I had climbed the steps. Just as I was about to leave a voice behind the kid said "Let him in." I never did find out who that was or why. As I walked through the second door I was greeted by a room full of MEN and a buffet table with enough food on it to feed the NFL. As I looked around all I saw were good looking hunks - where all these men came from I couldn't comprehend, in my few months in LA I hadn't seen this many hunks much less all in one place. The dress that evening was varied, there were suits, T-shirts and jeans, shorts, towels and jock straps. After grabbing a beer from one of the trash cans full of it I started to explore. The first thing I found were the glory hole rooms, the rimming booths and the cubby holes where guys could climb into for what ever. Next was the TV room with it continuous promo, then it was some of the private room which were all open for this evening. I was kind of interested in one of the rooms which had a sling in it. I had hear about a sling but never had seen one much less used one. I continued to explore when I found the public slings, with that I needed more beer. I when back to the main room were the beer and food was that is when I first saw Chas, he was wearing a three piece suit, a preppie's dream. I was looking at him across the room with my tongue half way to the floor. I guess he noticed it, he came over took a long look at me and said "You are mine for tonight!" I just stood there not knowing what to say, or do or, or, or, or. I finally found my voice and ask his name, and other stupid things. He responded with a detached attitude. This fascinated me I had never been so turned on and off at the same time. Chas stood about 6"4", about 170 lbs. with a chest that left me weak. After about a half and hour of this foolish chat he told me that he would be back in about an half an hour and that I was to wait right where I was. I was taken back some what but being so turned on and fascinated that I just did as I was told. About and half an hour later, this guy in full leather walks up to me and put a collar around my neck, I started to protest when I realized it was Chas and the look he gave me I knew that I had better keep my mouth shut or else. His next instruction was to strip, we where still in the main room and as a semi-virginal vanilla preppie that was the last thing in my mind. The room was still full of guys and there were more coming in the door. My reluctance was meet with a back hand. When I recovered I started to peel, right there and then, just dropping my clothes to the floor and not knowing whether they would be there or not. He put a leash on my collar and told me that he want me to meet a few of his friends, by this time I was totally confused my mind was telling me to get the hell out of there, but my body and desire was telling me to stay, I was were I belonged. Chas next took me into one of the private room and closed the door. He said that I had been good so far and desired a treat, the beer I had been drinking all night had me pretty high as it was and I could think of anything else that would be better then that. Chas took out a small vile of white power, it seems that he worked for a drug company as a representative. I knew by that time that to say anything would only get me punished. He put some on a small spoon and told me to sniff, he repeated it a few time, and I was off to the moon. We left the room and proceeded to meet a few of his friends, who examined every part of my body at will. Chas had had enough of showing me off and lead me up stairs which I had not explored earlier. We walked into a room with a bath tub against one wall. Chas told me to get into the tub, my hesitation resulted in a hard slap to my ass which hurt like hell. He must have been working out to hit that hard. My ass stung like hell, the last person that had hit it had been my mother and that was 20 years earlier. I got into the tub not really knowing what was going to happen, it did take long to find out, he let go with a yellow stream of piss that covered my body from head to toe. I just laid there and took it, a few others had come into the room as Chas was pissing on me but just stood and watched. One of them spoke to Chas as he was finishing I did hear what he said but the next thing I knew was he was pissing on me also. Chas just stood there with my leash in his hand. After about a half hour of being pissed on and even drinking a guys piss, Chas unhooked my leash and told me to go find a private room that was empty and to wait for him. I found a empty private room and sat there waiting. It seemed like hours before he returned. He entered the room carry a duffel bag, the kind you use in the army. He started to unpack it. With each item he took out my eyes got bigger and bigger. I had never seen so many different "toys" in my life. A dildo yes, but not the paddles, whips and restraints. Chas bound my wrists over my head attacking them to a hook that was in the wall near the ceiling. My 6'2" frame was pulled to the point I almost couldn't touch the floor except to stand on my toes. He picked up one of the paddles with holes in it like the ones college frat's use and told me I was going to get ten smacks with it and was to count each one out loud. By the fourth one my ass was on fire but my cock had never been so hard, my mind by this time was so confused, my "no-no" list was on the way out the window. I had never been so excited or had I ever enjoyed myself so much. He used some of the other "toys" on me, my as was as red as a coke can when he finished. He told me it was break time and untied me, I fell to the floor in a heap, bearably able to move, but happy. He told me I could go get a beer if I wanted one, I started to ask about my cloths when I just knew that that was the wrong thing to do, if I had my ass wouldn't be just red but black and blue. I left the room and went down stairs to get a beer, collar and red ass. The knowing looks I got made me all the red. But I didn't care, I was with a MAN, being used by a MAN for MANFUN. I lot more happened that evening, my "no-no" list was somehow something that belonged to a different person. I went to "MANSPACE" many times after that until times started coming out in the paper and playing around started to be questioned. BUT I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME.................. (c) MANFUN All Rights Reserved Jerry Gaither e-mail: manfun@hotmail.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/hitchhiker | HITCHHIKER ========== Hitch-hiking is a way of traveling. It is a way to meet people, and have fun. It can be a bitch sometimes though. Hitching cross country is usualy a blast, but sometimes difficult when you find yourself too close to a city. This was the case for Mark. He'd made it from New Orleans to the Atlanta area in a little over a day and 2 rides, and now was having a hard time just getting through the metropolitan area. People around the cities are usualy more hesitant to pick-up strangers, and are going shorter distances anyway. Mark's last ride had been only for two expressway exits, and now he found himself at an exit where almost no cars got on the xway. It is usualy easier to get someone to stop on the on-ramp than on the interstate itself, and in alot of places, the cops make trouble if you're on the road itself. But when you get stuck at a little used exit, you have to choose between waiting forever, or risking the hassle and going down to the main road. The weather today sucked, and the afternoon was wearing on. For this reason Mark decided to take his chances on going down the ramp. He needed a ride that would get him clear of the city traffic. Once at the bottom, he stood in front of the 'Merging traffic' sign, his thumb stuck out for the passing cars. When anyone came driving down the ramp, he stuck out his other thumb. This stance always amused him, standing there between 2 streams of traffic, his arms stretched out like Christ on a crucifix. He was typically tense standing there, watching the approaching traffic with care. His worry was of some nit wit choosing that spot to run off the road. He was ready to leap out of the way in that event. Also, he rehearsed in his mind what he would say in the event that a cop should chance that way and decide to harass him. Sometimes when this occured he was able to not only persuade them not to arrest him, but to take him to a spot where the traffic would be more favorable. Cops were people too, and not all bad. In his experience most were OK, but you never knew. Some amused themselves making trouble for kids. None had ever done him bad, but he had heard stories that caused him to wonder why there wasn't another revolution brewing! After standing there for a half hour with no luck, his luck turned, but for the worse - maybe. Down the ramp came one of those blue cars with the bubblegum machine on top. It could pass, he thought, or it could stop. Alas, it rolled to a stop. The window rolled down and the man inside crooked a finger for him to walk over. "Got some ID?" Mark produced his ID and passed it in. The cop looked it over briefly, then instead of giving it back, placed it on his dash, then got out. "You know it's unlawfull to hithike down here?" "Yes, but what was I supposed to do? I got let out here, and there's no traffic coming down this ramp. Not even a place to stop and eat!" "Too bad. Your also underage. Your folks know where you are?" "Not exactly. They know I'm around, but not where, and they don't care." "Well, I'll have to take you in just the same." He took Mark's bag and tossed it in the front seat of the cruiser. Mark flinched, he hated letting anything get between him and his baggage. "Assume the position!" "Huh?" "Bend over the hood, kid. I have to frisk you, regulations." Mark did as he was told, and the cop carefully ran his hands over his clothes. He took Mark's wallet, the only thing he found, and examined it's contents. "You wouldn't get far on this little money kid." The wallet contained a mere $3. "I manage." "Humph." The cop, Officer Dan Bybe his nameplate read, got out his hand cuffs and secured Mark's hands behind his back, then put him in the back seat. They headed down the interstate, and got off 2 exits latter. Mark would have thought they would get off at the first exit then head back towards town, but state police tended to have there stations in odd places. As they drove along, instead of houses and buildings becoming more common, things thinned out. Mark wondered where he was being taken, but kept it to himself. It never made any sense to hassle a cop. But pavement turned to dirt, and then they turned down a little 'two-tracker' (a road with tire tracks and grass down the middle) he became a little more worried. "Where are we going? Is this the way to the police station?" "Don't worry about it kid, you'll find out soon enough." Eventualy the road, if you could call it that, came to an end in front of what appeared to be an old abandoned cabin. The cop turned off his engine and got out of the car. "What is this place?", Mark demanded, a note of alarm entering his voice as the cop opened the cruiser's door and pulled him out. "Come on in and find out!" Now the cop pushed Mark roughly, making him fall forward into some mud. Falling is a bitch when your hands are cuffed behind your back! He landed full down in it and struggled to get back up. "Your a filthy mess, boy!" Then Mark heard a certain sound that was familiar, the sound of someone's pants being unzipped. Mark managed to turn around just in time to see a long thick cock hanging out of the cops uniform before the heavy spray of piss hit him full in the face. "Hey, you sonovabitch!" Mark exclaimed. The cop bent over and slapped him full across the face. "You will address me only as 'sir' or 'master', boy. You ever call be that again and I'll use a belt on you!" "You can't do this to me! I have rights you know!" The big man calmly reached down and ripped open Mark's shirt, buttons flying all over. "Get this straight, kid. Your here, and no one but you and I know that. I'm in control here, and I can do what ever I want with you. You will learn to do what ever I tell you to do!" Now he hustled Mark over to a corner of the cabin where there was a faucet and hose. Removing the handcuffs, he orddered Mark to strip completly. Mark complied, seeing no other choice. Standing there in the cold, damp air his balls were all shriveled up close to his body, his skin all goose-flesh. He closed his eyes as the spray from the hose hit him, like icesicles. At least the mud and the urine were getting washed away! Thus cleanned, they headed for the door. Once inside, the derelect appearence of the cabin dissappeared. Inside looked liked any modern cabin. The cop ordered Mark to stay put, while he went into another room. A moment later he returned with a towel and proceeded to dry off Mark from head to foot. When the cop got to Mark's ass, he lingered, running the towel into Mark's crack and between his legs. In spite of the cold and the scarry situation, Mark felt a thrill pass up his spine, and his legs involuntarily spread a little. The cop chuckled. "Welcome to your new home, boy." "I'm cold." The cop poked a finger into Mark's chest. "Cold SIR!" "I'm cold, sir. Is there anything for me to wear?" "Don't worry about that, you'll be warm soon enough." With that, the man went over to what appeared to be a wall, and pulled out on a light swittch there. Instead of a light coming on, a section of the wall swung out revealing a room. A strange room, it was all black and appeared bare. The cop pushed Mark inside, and said "I'll see you later." "I gotta use a bathroom!" "No you don't.", was all the man said as he closed the wall panel. The room was all done in black vinyl or rubber, and padded. There was a light in the ceiling, covered by wire like a light in a gym. It wasn't as bare as it had looked from outside. There were metal rings all over, recessed into the rubber. Mark knew what they were for, and was filled with a mixture of fear and excitement. But for the moment the fear won, and he sat down in a corner and hugged himself as he shivered from the still chill air. Then, not knowing what else to do, he fell asleep. An unknown amount of time latter, Mark woke and found himself in a sweat. The room was now quite warm. Warmth radiated from all over the floor. His naked body was slick with perspiration. Also, his bladder ached with need for relief. No provision had been made for such need, so he tried banging on the part of the wall that opened, and yelling. There was no response, and the exertion in the heat left him feeling exausted. Finaly, not knowing what else to do, he relieved himself in a corner. As the piss hit the warm floor, the smell of it came up and filled his nostrils. He felt alot better, but worried what the man would do to him for pissing on the floor. Hell, it wasn't His fault there was no bathroom! Mark sat back down again, and contemplated what to do about his present situation. He had no idea where his clothes might be, and beyond being in a woods somewhere in Georgia, he had no idea where he was. Even if he had a chance to make a mad break to freedom, that left him stranded in the middle of nowhere, naked and alone, with a cop no doubt looking for him. If he could somehow over-power the cop, it would do him little good. Even stealing the cops cruiser, how far could he get in a stolen police car, with a cop chasing him? If caught, which was almost certain, no one would take the word of a drifting teenager against that of a trooper! Mark felt a cold anger rise in himself. It wasn't fair! He had done nothing to deserve this situation. So it was this mood he was in as the wall opened and the cop stepped into the room. No longer in uniform, he now wore the standard jeans and T-shirt of leisure-time America. Mark glowered up at him, a look of defiance. "Hello there little friend!" The cop looked in the corner where the puddle of piss lay. "What have we here? You know what happens to boys that piss on my floor?" With that he reached down and undid the buckle of his belt and pulled it from the loops. "Fuck you! Where else was I supposed to go?" "Tsk tsk, you're going to learn, boy." The cop walked over, looking down at Mark, menacing with a blank face. Mark turned away, but there was nothing behind him but a wall. The belt caught him across the cheeks of his ass and Stung! Mark yelped and tried to get up. The cop just grabbed him by the ear and hauled him painfully from the room to a chair. Then, instead of using the belt, he forced Mark across his knees like a child and whalloped his butt with his bare hands. Mark struggled and screamed, the hand was little better than the belt, but it did no good. "Are you sorry you pissed on the floor?" "Yes!" Mark replied, somewhat sarcasticly. A few more smacks across the ass was all he got. "Are you real sorry?" "Yes." Mark whimpered. Smack! "Yes what?" "Yes, I'm sorry!" Smack! "Sorry, Sir!" "I'm sorry, sir!" "Good." With that the man piked him up and carried him across the room and threw him down on the bed there. "Get up on you knees, boy." Mark complied, knowing what was coming, and was afraid. He pointed his cherry-red ass up and closed his eyes. The grease went on cool, and then came that big man's cock, sliding into his hole. It didn't hurt as bad as he thought it would, but he couldn't suppress a groan. When the meat was burried all the way in him, the man reached around and grabed Marks own cock, with a handfull of grease, and started stroking. "You like that cock, don't you boy. You like my cock in your ass." In spite of himself, Mark felt his own cock begin to stiffen. "Nooo", he moaned. The man began slowly pulling out. It felt like it was a foot long. But before it was all the way out, he pushed it in again. "Yes, you do to like it!" Marks cock was now rock hard. "You don't like it, how come your dick's so hard?" "I don't know!" Smack! Another blow across his backside. "I don't know, sir! Please don't hit me!" "Ok, I know. You like it. I'm going to pump your butt full of cum!" With that, he began pumping his rod in and out of Marks young ass, all the while stroking on Marks cock. Mark's head was confused between pleasure, pain, and humilation. He did the only thing most anyone could do under the circumstances. He came. "Yess, you like it, boy!" The man thrust his meat in deep, and Mark felt it swell and throb as man juice squirted deep inside him. "Yea! You got a nice ass boy. I'll enjoy having you around!" He pulled his cock out, and got up. "I'll be right back", he said, and walked out of the room. Mark saw this as his big chance, and limped over to the door going outside. To his dismay, he found it had the kind of lock that requires a key both inside and out. "Going someplace?" The cop walked back into the room carrying a bucket and sponge, just in time to catch Mark checking the door. "You're not going anywhere. Accept it kid, your here to stay. The sooner you accept it and quit fighting, the better off you'll be." He grabbed Mark by the arm and hauled him back to the rubberized room. "Now get this mess cleaned up!", he ordered, pointing to the puddle, now beginning to dry around the edges. He pushed Mark down roughly, making him land in it. With that, he set down that bucket and tossed the sponge down beside him. "I'm going to make sure you don't make a mess like that again!", and again he left the room, pulling the wall panel closed behind him. Mark quickly cleaned the spot off the floor, certain another beating would follow if he didn't. He hoped he'd get a chance to wash himself, too. When he finished the floor, he sat down and waited. Only a couple minutes went by when the wall swung open. "Ok boy, lay down on your back." Mark complied, not knowing what to expect next. The cop was carrying a bag that looked somehow familiar, but it didn't register at first. He got on his knees at Marks feet, and opened the bag. It was then that Mark realized what it was. A fucking diaper bag! Mark tried to squirm away, but the cop grabbed him by the ankles. "Stay put, brat!" The man applied just enough pressure and twist to make Mark lie still. With that he pulled out a fluffy white diaper, powder, pins, and grease. Working like an expert, he had Mark all done up in no time, then got out the inevitable plastic pants and they went on too. "That should keep you nice and snug!" And then the cop was gone again. Mark layed there, staring at the place where there was no door only a few moments when he yanked off the plastic pants and diaper, tearing them to shreds and flinging them at the wall. No sonovabitch was going to put Him in diapers! He had to pee again, and this time he pissed right where the wall opened. Maybe he'd be lucky, and the cop would slip in it and break his fucking neck! Then he layed down and quietly cried himself to sleep. When Mark awoke, he had to pee again, and worse, he had to shit. So he addded to the puddle in front of the entrance, getting his feet wet, but not caring. He tried to picture in his mind exactly where tha man's foot would step in the room, and there he left a smelly pile. Then sat down to await whatever happened. He didn't have to wait too long when the wall opened, and there stood the cop, diaper bag in hand. And sure enough, the cop stepped exactly where he was supposed to. His feet flew out from under him and he landed on his ass in the puddle. Mark jumped up, and tried to make a break for the door, but the man snagged him by the foot and sent Mark down into the puddle beside him. A big hand came down across Mark's face, hard. This time, when the diaper bag was opened, it wasn't diaper paraphenalia that came out. Instead, leather bands, the kind you see in adult stores. Mark was too weak with fright to put up even a token of protest as the man bound his wrists and ankles, working slowly, as if oblivious to the piss and shit that stained his clothes. Once Mark was thus bound, the man stood up and towered over him. "You think your clever, don't you?" He pushed Mark over into the mess, and rolled him around in it. "You like lieing in your own shit, kid?" And then he pulled out a short paddle. "No!" Mark screamed, but the paddle connected to his ass anyway. The thin board against his wet ass hurt like hell, and Mark screamed. Again and again wood met flesh. This was no child's spanking, but a real beating. Mark ran out of breath to yell, but the beating continued. When at last it stopped, Mark hardly noticed. The pain in his ass continued. "Please master!", Mark whimpered. The cop stood in front of Mark, inches from his face. "Lick the shit off my shoe, boy!" "Please, No! Please master!" The man raised the paddle again, menacingly. Mark complied, retching. Now the cop took his clothes off. "Lay down on your belly, boy. When Mark obeyed, the cop slid him so his face was right over a glob of crap. Mark strained to keep his face up. A foot came down, shoving his face into the smelly mass. Mark whimpered, but got no mercy. Instead, the cop climbed on top and thrust his raging prick into the bruised young ass. The man pumped hard, rubbing Mark's face in the shit all the while. Each thrust sent a new shot of pain into the boy, as the man banged against the now purple ass. Finishing, he pulled his cock out, and wiped it across Mark's face. Mark lay in his own mess and whimpered. "Please, Oh please master, don't hurt me. I'll be good master." "Cut the master shit, that's over. You tried to be smart, you thought you could escape. You call me 'da da' now. You thought you were too grown to wear a diaper? Well I'm going to make a real baby out of you, and I'm going to be your daddy! Say it! Say 'Yes dada, I love you dada!" Choking, "Yes dada,I love you dada." "Good." Dada walked out, leaving Mark lieing where he was. Mark was too scared and hurt to bother trying to crawl to a dry spot. A little while latter the cop returned, and removed the binds, and carried Mark into the bathroom. He had drawn a tub, and placed Mark in it. Gently now, he washed the boy down. When finished, he dried him off and laid him on the bed, producing a fresh set of diaper and plastic pants. Mark didn't even struggle this time. Instead he automaticly raised his legs to let the diaper get under him, remembering without thinking how it was done when he was a real baby. The cream on his bruised butt was soothing, and Mark sighed. "Nice and snug! Can you say that Marky?" "Nice and snug!" Marky agreed. "Thats my baby!" He tossled Mark's hair. "Now you stay here and be good. Dady's got to clean up the mess made by my bad boy, but then I'll make you some lunch!" Mark was too hurt and tired to do anything else, and in fact he fell asleep. When he woke up a little latter, he heard the shower running. His bladder was full again, and being afraid to do anything else, he let go and wet himself. The warm pee spread in his diaper. He worried about a leak, but nothing happened, so he relaxed to the enevitable. When Dada came out of the shower, he came over and reached down into Mark's diaper to check. "Well, wet already! Now was that so bad?" "No." He stroked between Marks legs, pressing the warm dampness against him. "Feels kind of nice, doesn't it?" "It's warm." "Yup." The he caried Mark into the kitchen where there was an adult size high-chair. This he strapped Mark into, and put the tray in place. "Lunch time kiddo." While the man busied himself preparing a good lunch, Mark had time to consider what was happening. Diapers, high chair, god new what else awaited. He had tried so hard to be an adult, leaving his family early and all, and now look! Some kook was making a baby of him! When the food was brought over, tears of self-pity were running down his face. "There there, little boy, don't cry. Daddy won't hurt his little guy!" He stroked Mark's head gently, holding him against his chest. Mark clung, reaching out to the only person avaiable, sobbing. Daddy just stroked and made soothing sounds. When the sobbing stopped, he put a bib on Mark, and began feeding him. Mark cooperated, feeling week and defeated. Besides, the food tasted good, and Mark was hungry. In spite of being dressed and treated like a baby, Mark ate enough for a growing boy. After lunch, daddy sat with him in a chair, holding him comfortably against him, and fed him a bottle of warm milk. Mark soon got drowsy, and after a change into a dry diaper, he carried him into the last room of the cabin Mark hadn't seen. Mark could have guessed what it would be after all had passed. But he felt warm and full, and besides, an over-sized crib in a nursery room was better than the aufull rubber room with it's bare walls. A soft warm blanket was put over him, and Mark's last thought before falling asleep was how pretty the butterflies swinging over the crib were. Of course, his tortured mind refused to acknowledge anything strange about the bars on the side of the crib also going over the crib. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you/you-know-hes-sub-dont-you-67 | Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2022 15:35:33 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 67 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR MOAN. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or use this link www.bit.ly/3SMcydH TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES ON NIFTY. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 67 Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 14 -- Positions So I said, "Well, only just one question, stupid question probably, only: is it because of the box is it, cause it's in the way or uncomfortable, that why do you always stand like that?" "Stand like what?" "With your hands behind your back and legs sort of apart like that." "Oh OK. Good question. Good question. Good observation. Short answer: presentation. It's good presentation." He demonstrated, sort of unfolding and repositioning himself like he had before. "It's all about the line. See that. With your hands here, it's easier to flex and look right. Pecs." He flexed his pecs left and then right, like butterflies wings up and down they rose and fell inside his top. "OK. Easy. Flatten your stomach, easy; shoulders at the correct angle, yes? Back arch, buttocks out, legs straight. See? You automatically look good and your body is in correct balance as it should be. I call it position two, or second position, cause -" he put his hands behind his head "- this is 'first', position one, and it is even more showing off your body for inspection, and it's good because it's extremely vulnerable, OK? Legs apart. Defenceless. Access. But it's a bit too much for ordinary." I could see what he meant. His chest expanded and his biceps filled and he seemed to tower over everything like a statue. But with his hands there on his head I could imagine someone wanting to, I don't know, touch him or even hurt him and him not even being able to dodge them, you know? "OK? It's distracting. But it's for access. See how my nipples stand out?" They did. "If your owner or whoever wants to make unhindered use of, they can get on with it without your arms getting in the way and also," he put his hands back to second position, "like this, assuming my wrists aren't tied - which is another thing - I can involuntarily use my arms to stop something happening if I lose my nerve. Do you understand what I am saying to you?" "I think so." "You think so ... well that's good enough for now. The short answer is: just do as you're fucking told and don't think and don't ask like, why do I have to do that? OK. Next lesson: do as you're fucking told and don't question. EVER! OK?" I nodded. "Look I had to learn this so now I'm telling you OK?" I nodded. "OK. First position!" Urib said. I complied. "Legs apart. He will ALWAYS want access." It felt vulnerable just like he said, I realised, to be standing with my hands on my head and my backside and front exposed. Now I could understand, cause, but also I felt like, yeah I was standing straight and looking my best for a guy. So that felt good. "Feet slightly wider apart ... that's it. Better. Remember to always let him have full access to any part of your body OK? Because, remember he will always want that, OK? Yes. Good lesson. Remember to always flatten your stomach to the absolute max at all times - what did I say? What did I say about your six-pack?" "If you don't have a six-pack you don't exist!" I repeated proudly. "That's it! If you don't have a six-pack you don't exist! OK, I want you to remember that, but, so, flex at all times. Feel your body and show it off so anyone looking at it can see that they've got something strong and hard and fuckable, something they are going to want to access and make use of. Ok. Second." He waited. "Second position fucksake!" "Oh. Sorry, Sir," I said, adopting the pose immediately. "OK. Not bad." He walked around me, adjusting my posture slightly and rubbing his hands over me to establish that I was a flexed as possible. "Not bad, but you need more work. You need a lot more work. You look confused. What's the problem?" "It's just ... one more question," I said. "You've got a lot of questions," he smirked. "But that's all right. That's understandable. You're new to this. I'm here to pass on the knowledge. Whats your question?" "Will I have to be locked in a chastity thing as well?" "Now you ask? That's totally Po's call. Not for me to speculate. It depends on how much you might need to have your ejaculations controlled." "And you did ..." "I did. Yes. Like I said. I needed to be controlled." "You couldn't control yourself?" "Can you? It's hard to control yourself. That's why you need to be under control. That's why you might need it. I don't know. I did. That's why." His hands touched all diffent parts of me, indicating I needed to flex. I was concentrating but My erection was so large and so hard again. He tapped it with the back of his hand where it tented my shorts, and laughed. "Don't flinch!" He tapped it again and I flexed my whole body not to react. "You like being hard don't you? It's natural you're excited. But it's not everything. What's important is to feel it here," he jabbed a finger at my head, "that's the centre isn't it?" I nodded. "What's important is that you are always ready. Whatever a man wants from you, you are ready." He smiled and tapped my erection yet again. It was agony. "And this means you're ready, doesn't it?" I smiled. "Yes Sir," I said, tensing my whole body so I wouldn't get even more excited. He nodded. "O... K... You can control it. Never cum! Unless you have the permission - that's the rule here you have to learn." I was tensing every muscle in my body by now and it almost went down ... "OK. So, yeah, it depends because some might like this," he tapped it again, "some might not mind it; some might find it annoying, or it gets in the way or something, or something else. Or some might even find it threatening, you see; so it depends on who's in charge. If it does go in a lock though I'd give you just one piece of friendly or not so friendly advice. Which is: don't fight it; accept it, OK? Cause it's for the best. Be like me, OK? Accept it. Because it's you, isn't it? What ever it is, it's you. And that's who you have to be. OK, so do as you're told and make Po proud. OK. Next lesson. I mean, you'll learn to control it but that might not be enough so you'll get one of these because it helps, in the end, keep things right. OK? Locked and fucked. Locked. And. Fucked. Because if you can control this one thing you'll always be available and usable, cooperative and willing, in the right frame of mind. OK. Next lesson. You want to be popular? Answer: yes you do want to be popular. Correct posture; correct attitude - that's how you do that. Not anything weird, just the proper stuff you're required to do. That way you can be used easily and worked the way a guy wants you to. He might want to fuck you or he might want to hurt you. OK, so next lesson: you want to be popular. That's when men want to use you and you're in demand. OK? You don't want to know what it feels like to get ignored or when a guy sees you and he doesn't want to fuck you? Not nice. So you do want to be popular. That's why you need to be in the right state of mind as well as fit, in good shape and muscular, and well presented, and good posture, flexed, but good attitude; cooperative, responsive, and above all always trying your best to think ahead. Think ahead: what will a guy want? What will he need? How can you facilitate his requirements? Are you doing your best? Because a guy can tell when you aren't even trying, yeah, and that's precisely why it will hurt, because he won't like it and he WILL take it out on you and you WILL suffer. Ok. Next lesson: do you want to be fucked?" "Yes!" "Well show it! Make sure you are available and look COMPLETELY FUCKABLE! Always look your best. Always show off how you are ready and good for it and willing to do anything he asks. OK. Next lesson. Because say you aren't FUCKABLE, OK, you are basically worthless aren't you? Because what ARE you good for if you aren't that?" He stared at me for some time before he spoke next. I think he was angry, or something, or upset, or something. I don't know, cause he was just standing there with me, and he adopted the pose as well, position two, and he just stood there, breathing. "See? Like this; position two. Am I making any sense at all? I mean, am I getting through?" "Course you are! I mean yes of course you are making sense. It all makes sense. I'm going to ..." "And you're fat!" he interrupted me "Look at this!" and he flexed his arms and chest. "Look at that, OK." Like I couldn't look anywhere else! "OK? Look at me. Look at me. Look at my development OK. I've worked at that. It doesn't come naturally. None of it. Now YOU emulate THAT!" "I will, try," I said. "You better do better than that. You better do better than just try mate because if they aren't satisfied they will bury you. Alive, mate. They will, I can promise you that. OK. Drop. 50 press-ups. Go on! MOVE!" I fell to the floor and started to give him the press-ups. Thanks to Po's training I already had the basic fitness to do about 35 no trouble; so the last were a struggle, but I managed. "OK. Plank. Do you know what that is?" I did. I adopted the position and held. "Plus you want to be happy in yourself don't you? And this is the way to be happy in yourself. To be happy: good body, good attitude, good fucking, happy. OK. Up. First position. How your legs feeling, still smart? And backside? Do you want another caning?" I knew that would fucking hurt, but I still didn't know what answer was the right answer, so I hesitated a split second and that was enough. "I thought so. OK. Over the bench. Pull down." I hesitated. "QUICK!" +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 67 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/your-boy-alone/your-boy-alone | Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2000 22:09:43 CEST From: Chaim B. Subject: Your-Boy-Alone Maybe You like it SIR! This weekend, Your Boy at Saturday Evening a Fantasy or ... -------------------------------------------------------- Reactions are very welcome: mail me: bchaim@hotmail.com -------------------------------------------------------- One evening I went to bed in our little cottage. I was just alone, thinking about You, Sir. You gave me some directions, how to behave at Your house. I know them, SIR. But, Sir, If I may say so. I am not trained yet, Sir! I don't know what do you want me to do if You are not around. I really don't know. The best thing I thought is to do as ordered. I stripped from my blue jeans and grey Nike T-shirt and sitting on the bed just in my black boxers and socks. I decided You would prefer me to take those off. I do... slowly. My little slave-boy prick is standing at attention. Can I jerk/jack off? Making the pre cum A geiser of cum? I do not know SIR I jerk slowly. My little strong prick is giving so much pre cum my belly will be soaked if I don't find a way out You picture in mind, SIR Thinking about You About what You should order. I think You will tell me to spread my legs so I do SIR Spreading my legs, giving my Master all the access Naked now, legs spread slowly stroking my little slave boy cock For You... SIR! I feel my body tense ... my belly muscles are getting strong Strong for You, SIR I feel Your eyes on my body Hell.... Sir Thinking about You I hear your voice I do hear what You want... You order to take my little nipples I do ... as ordered stroking them making them hard I moan escappes from my mouth Aggghhhh My lonely slave-boy-cock is rock hard I take my little-boy balls for You stroking them My still lightly haired liballs are close nearly into my body They want to give their cum away for You, SIR With one hand, I feel between my crack of course clean for You, Sir! as ordered. I Strongly wish You were here! Finding my ass one finger is looking for entrance thinking about your cock Your magnificant cock the cock of my Master Slowly my own finger finds entrance I feel so hot.... My cock wants to explode.... giving all my boiling cum at once I Bring my legs to my shoulders my ass is up in the air for You All for Your wish In my mind giving You full access Aggghhhhh... My cock is begging for release! My smooth belly is full of pre cum Sir! Ohhhhhhhh! Sir! I could not help myself, Sir. I touch my cock and... I can not help myself, SIR But it is all for YOU SIR and... Agggggghhhhhhhh......... a travel trough heaven begins seeing stars Your face Your Cock entering my smooth boys ass Cum hits my smooth face hitting my nose my short cut hair Wetting my smooth belly my erect nipples Thank You SIR I slept well that night! SIR, I really do hope You like this. You are far away. Sir. Tell me what You like or dislike! |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/summer-sucks/summer-sucks-1-2 | Date: Sat, 01 Jan 2000 16:02:53 GMT From: Daniel Gre Subject: Summer Sucks 1-2 WARNING: This story contains sexual situations including males having sex with each other. Do not read this story if you are under 18. NOTE: This is my second attempt at an erotic story. Please take a moment to send me your comments after you read the story. I promise to reply. My e-mail address is danielgre@hotmail.com. Summer Sucks-1 Danny (t/t) (Oral) (Humil) By Daniel It all started yesterday, the day I saw Matt's dick for the first time. By the way, Matt's my best friend, or at least he was my best friend until yesterday afternoon. Now I'm not so sure. He's straight and I'm gay, which is just one of the facts of life I just figured out. Now I realize that I had a crush on Matt. He's German or Scandinavian or something. I think that's really cool for some reason. I've always been fascinated by his little quirks, like the way he can't sit still because he's kind of hyper and the habit he has of brushing his dark brown hair out of his eyes every two seconds. He has dreamy brown eyes and a perfectly rounded ass. At least as far back as the sixth grade I remember checking out his cute ass when he wasn't looking and wishing I could see him naked. Don't ask me how it's possible to scope out my best friend's body and fantasize about how he looks naked and not realize I'm gay. I can't explain it. Matt's older brother Rudy was with us that day, along with Rudy's best friend, Tim. Rudy and Tim are really hot looking. Now I know why I always feel so uncomfortable hanging with them. I used to think it was because they like to goof around and act weird, sometimes at my expense. Tim is at least six feet tall and thin but muscular, with short strawberry blonde hair. Rudy is a little shorter, with dark brown hair and brown eyes and nice ass like his brother, and cute, rosy cheeks. Their favorite way to harass us younger dudes is to play with our minds by telling us horror stories about what we're in for when they initiate the freshmen. They like to scare us with all the horrible things that the upper classmen are going to do to us when Matt and I start Hoover High School in the fall. They told us that as freshmen we have to do whatever we're told to do, like put dirty jock straps around our necks and wear girl's panties to school. Anyway, the four of us were waiting our turn to tee off at this golf course called Skylinks. Matt was sitting on a bench between Rudy and Tim. The three of them took up all the room on the bench, which was fine with me. I sat on the grass across from them, trying to keep my mouth shut so I wouldn't say anything stupid and be the butt of one Tim's jokes. That's when I saw Matt's dick. His shorts were pooched out from his body, giving a perfect view of his soft cock and low-hanging balls. His cock looked much bigger than mine which was kind of depressing since we're both the same age. His dick was just out there, plain as day, and I had to keep looking at it even though I was scared that someone would notice me which would be totally embarrassing. My own dick was now straining against my jockeys and I just kept looking and not paying attention to the other guys at all. That was a big mistake, because somehow Tim, who can be king of the assholes when he wants to be, must have noticed what I was looking at. The next thing I knew Tim was sitting next to me on the grass. He leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Whatcha looking at, Danny?" He looked at me with a slight smirk on his face and looked at Matt's crotch and then he looked back at me again. Matt and Rudy were too busy bullshitting with each other to notice us. I turned so red my ears burned. "Uh, nothing," I said. He smirked and whispered, "Faggot." I thought I'd die of embarrassment. The rest of the afternoon was intense. Being called a faggot by a buff sixteen-year-old was pretty intense in a bad way, but thinking about Matt's dick kept me hard for the whole round. That was pretty intense in a good way. Tim basically left me alone, except for occasionally grabbing his crotch and mouthing the word "faggot" or just acting disgusted and shaking his head or spreading his legs real wide and tempting me to look. I was afraid Matt or Rudy would notice one of Tim's obnoxious taunts, yet, as scared as I was, I had a hard-on all day long. It wasn't as if Tim taunted me constantly. For most of the afternoon, he was too busy bragging about his sexual conquests to bother with me. To be honest, his bragging only contributed to my permanent erection. "She'll suck my cock," said Tim, talking about his slutty girlfriend, "but it's so big she can't take it all the way down her throat." "Does she swallow it when you cum?" asked Matt. "Hell, yes," said Tim. "I tell her she better take care of me. She knows I'll dump her ass if she doesn't swallow it." Tim grabbed his crotch for emphasis. The older guys were still talking about blow jobs and girlfriends when we got to the eighteenth hole. "My girlfriend won't suck me off," said Rudy, as he lined up a putt, "so sometimes I let Jason do me." "You mean Jason who plays the flute in the school band?" asked Matt. "You got it," said Tim. "He also plays the trouser flute." "You mean he sucks your dick just like your girlfriend?" asked Matt. "Just like my girlfriend, only better," said Tim. "I have to admit he's one helluva cocksucker." "You can tell he really likes it," Rudy added. "He deep-throats it." I wasn't sure what he meant by deep-throating, but all this talk about cock sucking was making me super horny. I imagined myself sucking the three of them off, one at a time, despite the fact that I'd never thought about performing that sexual act before and the idea of putting another guy's dick in my mouth kind of disgusted me. Finally we finished the round and headed home. Rudy drove, so he dropped off Tim before we got to Matt and Rudy's house. Rudy rushed into the house to take a shower before a date with his girlfriend, Mona, who Rudy talked about to no end while we were golfing. Matt invited me in for a drink while we waited for his brother to give me a ride home on his way to pick up Mona, so we grabbed a couple of sodas and crashed in Matt's bedroom, side-by-side on his bed. "God, I wish I had a girlfriend like Tim does, ya know, to suck my dick," said Matt. "Yeah, me too," I lied. Just sitting next to Matt on that bed sent waves of excitement throughout my body like little jolts of electricity. We were so close together I could smell his body odor. I could feel his body heat. Matt asked, "Remember when you went to take a piss after we finished the front nine? While you were gone Tim told us you threw a rod staring at my dick." I was totally shocked when he shucked his shirt and kicked his shorts off. Out came his dick when he peeled down his underwear. He crossed his legs and his dick flopped to one side. I've known the guy most of my life and I've never seen him naked. He paused for a moment to give me a chance to defend myself, but nothing came out of my mouth. I think my jaws came unhinged. "I'm glad you didn't try to deny it." Matt's tone of voice was pretty casual. "Just between you and me I noticed you staring at my dick too, but it didn't bother me. It was pretty obvious. You were practically drooling; kind of like you are now." "You mean you're not pissed at me?" "Why should I be pissed? You're a fag. So what? It's all good. If it turns you on, go for it." He jumped off the bed and walked around to my side, dick flopping between his tan-lined thighs. He stood above me. His half-hard dick bowed downward, inches from my lips. "Danny, my brother's going to finish his shower pretty soon, so let's not waste any time. I know you want to suck my dick and Tim's stories got me really worked up." I was getting dizzy. "But I've never done that before." "It's all right, Danny. Just put it in your mouth." The next thing I knew, his dick was in my mouth. At that moment I officially became a cocksucker. "That feels good," he said. He was trying to be relaxed about the whole thing at first, slowly rubbing his dick around my lips and letting it rest on my tongue which was sticking out. It didn't take me long to get into sucking Matt's dick. I was supposed to be disgusted by what I was doing and at first the taste of his dick kind of grossed me out, but I got used to it and even started to like it. I was really into it by the time Matt guided me onto the floor without pulling his dick out of my mouth. "Suck it," he said. In the heat of the moment I completely forgot about how much I was degrading myself by putting a guy's dick in my mouth. The smell, the taste, the feel of Matt's dick in my mouth made my own dick rock hard. I couldn't believe I was actually sucking my best friend's cock. I could tell he was already about to shoot. It doesn't take much for a fourteen-year-old to get off, luckily for me, because I don't think my technique was very good. He thrust into my throat, causing me to gag. I rubbed myself through my shorts. That made me cum. "I'm going to shoot," warned Matt. I kept sucking shamelessly. "I'm going to cum in your mouth." He pulled back so only his cock head was in my mouth as I tasted my first spurt of cum, then another. He pulled out of my mouth. Cum was still oozing out of his piss slit as he pulled out, and I had a mouthful of cum. Some of it dribbled out of the corner of my mouth. "Did you swallow it?" I nodded and wiped off the cum streaking my face. "That felt so good," said Matt. "You are a really good, uh, cocksucker." It was really embarrassing being called that, but at the same time, I really liked it. When it was over I regretted what I'd just done. What if Matt tells on me? What if everybody at school finds out I'm a faggot. What if my mom and dad find out? "I don't understand what happened," I said. "I've never even thought about doing that with a guy before today." Was that supposed to make Matt think I was less of a fag, as if there are degrees of fagginess? That's when we noticed Matt's brother standing in the doorway. Summer Sucks-2 Rudy (t/t) (Oral) (Humil) When I finished my shower I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for my room to dress, passing the door to my brother Matt's room on the way. His door was ajar, so I stuck my head in to make a rude comment about his shitty golf swing, just to bust his balls. Was I ever surprised when I looked inside. There was innocent little Danny on his knees swinging on my little brother's dick. His cock-sucking lips were tightly clamped around my brother's boy-dick. That boy was sucking like a Hoover. I guess those two little asswipes got some ideas, what with all the talk about blow jobs while we were out on the golf course. I already knew Matt was a horny little pecker. What fourteen-year-old isn't? Ever since he reached puberty last year he's been pestering me with questions about girls and sex. As his big brother I try to explain what I know about things like oral sex, figuring at his age he's probably fantasizing about tits and pussy and spanking the monkey behind closed doors. It never occurred to me that my little brother was getting a blow job behind those doors. There was my little brother getting his very first blow job from his best friend and future freshman-faggot-of-the-year, Danny. I was surprised to hear Danny say he'd never done that before because he really looked like he knew what he was doing. He knew what he wanted anyway. Maybe it comes naturally to gay dudes, like they're born with this desire to suck dick or something. After what I saw, I'm convinced that if anybody has a cock-sucking gene, it's Danny. The sticky mess all over his face reminded me of a little kid sucking on a lollipop that's bigger than his mouth. Slurp, slurp. It took a lot of self-control to keep from busting out laughing at the whole scene, especially when my brother said, "You're a really good, uh, cocksucker," although I have to admit that I had half a hard-on watching that faggot suck Matt's dick. "So how was your first blow job, little brother?" I asked once they noticed me in the doorway. Matt looked back at Danny with a shrug and a devilish smile that said "busted" before answering me. "It was fantastic. I never thought my dick could feel so good." "There's nothing quite like a good blow job," I said. "Seems you liked sucking my little brother's cock, Danny." "It was OK, I guess," he said, his hand covering his mouth. He was trying to hide his cum all over his face. There was a wet stain on his white cotton shorts. I actually felt sorry for the pathetic little faggot. I said, "It's only obvious you enjoyed yourself." "Yeah, Danny," said Matt. "I sure as hell enjoyed myself." "I saw the way you sucked Matt's cock," I said, "and I could tell you really liked what you were doing." Danny turned three shades of red. I wanted him to suck my dick because I'm a horny sixteen-year-old and I knew I wasn't going to get anything from my girlfriend later that night. "There's nothing to be ashamed about. In fact, if it would make you feel any better, you can suck my cock, too. That way you won't feel like I caught you and Matt doing something nasty." My boner was causing the towel around my waist to tent up. "Yeah." said Matt. "If you suck Rudy's dick then he can't say we did anything he didn't do himself." It took some convincing but we finally talked him into sucking my dick. I didn't want Danny to get nervous and back out on me before I got my dick in his mouth and I thought it might make him uncomfortable if his best friend watched him suck big brother's dick. "Matt, maybe Danny would be more comfortable if you waited in my bedroom." "Oh, come on, Rudy," said Matt. "You watched us and, besides, I want you to teach me the best way to get my cock sucked." I said, "Well, it's all right with me, but you can only stay if Danny says it's ok." My brother and I waited for the word from Danny. "Matt can stay, but you both have to swear you won't tell anybody about this," he finally said, not bothering to cover his crusty mouth anymore. We both promised and I unwrapped the towel tied around my waist. My dick was almost at its full six inches by this time. I told Danny to relax. Like I said before, I didn't want him to bolt on me. He was sitting on the floor with his back against the bed when I guided my cock to his mouth. "Just slide your lips around my cock head and circle it with your tongue." It wasn't the best blow job I've ever had. For one thing, my cock is quite a bit thicker than Matt's, so he had trouble taking my cock in his mouth and wrapping his lips around his teeth to avoid scraping me. "No teeth," I kept saying. He could only get about half of my cock in his mouth before he'd start to gag, so I eased up on the kid. "Stick it all the way in, bro," said Matt. "Make him choke on it." "Danny's just learning how to suck cock," I told Matt, "so you have to be patient with him. Right now he can't take my dick all the way down his throat, so you have to resist the temptation to stick it all the way down." It felt really wierd telling Matt all this with my dick in his best friend's mouth. "You're not as hung as I am, but you can still make him gag if you're not careful. Danny has to practice sucking your cock so he can learn what really gets a guy's rocks off. In due time he'll be able to deep-throat you, but in the meantime there's still lots of things you can do." I pulled out and rubbed my cock around his lips in a circular motion. "Most cocksuckers want to worship your dick if you let them, so make sure he gets a good look at your cock. Do you like that, Danny?" His wide-open mouth was begging for my cock. "Look at him," said Matt. "He wants my cock in his mouth," said Rudy. "He's hungry for it," said Matt. "He's a cocksucker, that's for sure," Rudy said. "Beg for it, Danny," said Matt. He was fondling himself again. "Please, Rudy. Let me suck your cock." "A real cocksucker needs that dick in his mouth, so if you tease him with it, he'll give you a great blow job when he finally gets it in his mouth." I stuck my cock head back in Danny's grateful mouth just long enough to give him a taste. "A faggot like Danny will do anything to suck a dick, no matter how much you abuse him." I plugged his mouth again and he managed to work me to the boiling point. "I'm ready to cum now. Do you want my cum in your mouth?" Danny kept slobbering and sucking so I shot a load in his mouth. What he lacked in technique he made up for with desire. He swallowed my cum like a champ. I pulled my slimy dick from his mouth and wiped off with the towel. "I still can't believe you sucked our dicks," said Matt. "It's so totally gross and disgusting." "Looks like your best friend is now your own personal cocksucker," I said. "Can I go home now?" asked Danny, once he swallowed the cum clogging his throat. He looked pretty frazzled. There were wet stains all over his tank top and shorts and his blonde hair was a tangled disaster. "Let's go, dick breath," I said. "I'll drop you off on my way to pick up Mona." Poor Danny was a pathetic mess. I loaded him into the car and told him not to touch anything because I didn't want him to get cum on my upholstery. On the way I was thinking about how much less frustrating my date would be, not to mention the rest of the summer. To be continued Don't forget to write me: danielgre@hotmail.com |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/arrest | Arrest Driving home from my gym was always a hassle, but tonight it was pissing down and the cars moved like slugs. I passed a couple of fender benders, with drivers and cops standing out in the freezing rain. I caught a look at one motorcycle cop, obviously not prepared for the sudden rain. His uniform, especially his pants, were soaked and clung to his skin. "He's a healthy young buck", I thought. As he stood by his bike waving the cars by, our eyes met. He had a blond moustache, neatly trimmed, and very blue eyes. " What an Adonis", I thought to myself. I grinned at him, but he didn't smile back. His handsome face was stern and he almost sneered at me, but I noticed he watched me drive off. Just what I needed now, a cop on my case. I was anxious to get home; every time I work out I get charged up with so many hot hunky bodies around. Although I am very well built myself, I am kind of shy--I always have trouble starting to talk to men. One guy at my gym tonight was a real knockout. He was about 6'4", and perfectly proportioned: wide shoulders, hairless chest with huge pecs, and washboard torso. His best features, however, were his muscular ass and legs. Even now I imagined myself massaging his buttocks, kneading and spreading them, and burying my face in between his cheeks and tickling his anus with my tongue. Suddenly my fantasy was cut short by a flashing red light in the rear view mirror. A motorcycle cop. I looked at the speedometer; It was near the max, but not over. Pulling over, I realized this might be the same blond hunky cop who caught my eye a few minutes earlier. When I rolled down my window, there was that perfect moustache again. "License and registration!" he barked, in an amazingly deep voice. "What's the problem, officer?" I asked. "Shut your mouth,asshole! You made an illegal turn two blocks back." "What? I haven't turned at all! I..." "I said shut up!" He looked at my licence and said, "Follow me to the station in your car." He undid the top few buttons on his shirt, revealing a well-defined inverted 'V' between his tits. There were a few strands of dark blond hair visible, and what little I saw of his tawny chest looked great. He stuffed my wallet in his damp shirt and jumped back on his bike. I had little choice but to follow him, but I wanted to get a better look anyhow. The "station" was not a police station. It was some kind of holding facility, in an small unmarked official-looking building. I saw only one other person in the bare lobby and halls; another cop. He looked at me and the big silent blond bullhunk who led me in. He nodded us by and said, "The downstairs room is free." We got in a elevator, and he said "Now pay attention, shithead. You do exactly as I tell you, or I'll string you up and beat the crap out of you. Strip." "What?! You can't..." Wham! His blow threw me across the elevator and into the wall. I was stunned, but realized he had merely cuffed me as if brushing away a fly. "Now strip. And when you're done, put these on." He threw a pair of hand cuffs at me. When the elevator doors opened, I was naked and handcuffed behind my back. I'm 5'11" and have a body made strong from years of sports in high school and college: wrestling, basketball, swimming. But now that I had a close look at my cop, I was scared. This guy was BIG. His shoulders were incredibly wide, and his back was so expansive and erect that I couldn't tell if I was more horny or frightened. My 7 inch cock soon gave it away. I was starting to get hard, and the head of my thick meat began to rise away from my body. It bobbed and bounced off my legs he led me down a deserted corridor to an empty barred cell. "Stay here and play with yourself," he said, throwing me to the floor of the cell. Then he closed the door, walked back down the hall, and hit a switch turning off the only light. I heard the elevator rise away. In complete darkness, naked and shivering on a cement floor,hand- cuffed, hard, and alone. "Wake up, asshole!" I must have been asleep for hours. I was still where he threw me on the floor. My body ached from the uncomfortable position. With one hand he grabbed me under the armpit and pulled me to my feet. I staggered at first, but froze in my tracks when I saw the other man. It was my fantasy man from the gym, caught by the cop. He was spread-eagled across the bars, naked, held in place with four sets of handcuffs. He was as silent as I was, but we exchanged a frightened look. The cop now was now wearing only his pants. His chest was thick and sparsely covered with that dark blond hair I had seen before. Once again I was amazed at the size of him. I didn't know men could be so big. The bulge in his tight uniform pants showed that his cock matched the rest of him. In no time at all I was cuffed like my friend, directly across from him. "O.K., boys, were gonna have some fun!" the cop said. He had a gym bag with him and pulled out two cock rings and a cord a few feet long with a metal clasp at each end and something that looked like a fishing reel in the middle. He roughly forced my balls through a cock ring, then did the same to my friend. The other man had large balls, and winced as they were squeezed through the small ring. The cop hooked each ring to the rope, so that it was strung tightly between us. Then he began to turn a ratchet on the reel. It pulled on our balls and we arched our backs to relieve the pressure, but he kept turning. He didn't stop until we were stretched as far as we could, and every time one of us struggled the other would cry out or moan. I was amazed to find that I was getting hard again. Even more amazing--so was the other man. I looked over at his circumcised cock, and sure enough, it was starting to point straight up! "Starting to like this, guys?", the cop said. He stood by my friend , twanging the rope like a guitar string. He massaged his own tit with one hand and began twisting the man's nipples with the other. My friend bared his teeth from the pain, but his cock grew even harder. The cop stroked the man's erect penis a few times, then leaned over and released the ratchet. Immediately we fell back against the bars, exhausted. I could feel the blood returning to my throbbing balls. Looking up, I saw the cop holding a rag on the face of my friend. His body went limp as a rag doll. The last thing that I remember was a very sweet smell, bringing darkness. When I came to, my first sight was the cop. Buck naked and with an enormous semi-hard cock a few feet above me. It took a few seconds to clear my head and realize that I was tied down on the floor, with my head against a wall and my arms pulled off to my sides. My feet were hanging from straps suspended from the ceiling, and spread apart. I figured out what the cop intended and started to struggle. he reached down and gave my balls a twist, making me yelp. He kept his hand on my groin, pulling on my cock and balls until I was hard yet again. Then he took a tube of lube from his gym bag, coated a finger, and slid it up my ass. Instead of torture, it felt warm and he skillfully manipulated it. He pulled it out and pressed the tube against my exposed anus. He squeezed and I felt the lube enter me. He oiled up his now rock-hard cock, which looked like it was as thick as my forearm. "I can tell your gonna like this, boy! And wait 'til your friend gets in here! That's when the party really starts! But for now, pucker up, asshole!" Then I felt his hot cockhead, like a carved marble dildo, press on eager anus. With one cruel stroke he entered me, slowly spreading my ass cheeks and sphincter wider than ever before. I was screaming and writhing in pain! It was like a knife! His massive bull cock seemed to be tearing my torso in two! Once in he was still, and smothered me with his heavy frame until my agony subsided and I stopped struggling. Then, almost gently, he began to stroke my body, and sucked greedily on my nipples. His back started undulating and the burning intruder now became a gift of pleasure, reaching far inside me. I rose to meet each stroke and frantically pulled at my restraints. "I just gotta grab that ass... uuhh.. gotta... feel his strength..." It was no use struggling, though. This guy was in complete control of my pleasure. He played me for what seemed like an hour, just slowly fucking me, raising his own level of intensity. Eventually we were both dripping with sweat, and he was stroking faster and harder. It began to hurt again as he drove deeper and deeper. His big manly form was quaking and the room was rich in his musky scent. I could feel him growling through his chest, pressed against mine. When he came it was like a flash of light for both of us... his entire body stiffened and became still as what felt like quarts of hot velvet jism flooded my rectum. His body went into those post-orgasm spasms and the feel of him, weak and helpless like a chained lion, sent me spinning into my own gushing orgasm. My cum spurts lubricated our stomachs and we rubbed them together, spreading the juice. He sighed deeply, then pulled my head to his and kissed me. His tongue slid into my welcoming mouth and took command. It explored every part of my mouth, and well down my throat. He withdrew his softening cock from me, and stood. The sight of his pumped up and flushed muscles made me hard immediately. "Save it for your friend. You'll need your strength." He undid all my bonds, and my heavy muscled thighs fell to the floor. I managed to get to my feet as he opened a door to another room. He motioned me in and in the center of the small bright room was my muscle fantasy. He was suspended from the ceiling by a single chain, to which padded bracelet cuffs were hooked. His ankles were bound by similar cuffs, and a chain led from them to a ratchet device like the one he had used earlier on our balls. The chains were extremely tight; the cop gave the man's abdominals a shove and he barely moved. He screamed out in agony instead. Apparently the setup was intended to over extend his muscles. There were tears running down his cheeks, and he must have been there for the whole time we were in the other room: at least an hour and a half. He was shaking and looked exhausted. I noticed then that his cock ring was still on his balls, and had a 10 pound weight hanging from it. His massive balls were blue and swollen. The cop released the catch on the ratchet, and the chain gave several inches. He took off the ankle cuffs, then moved behind the tortured stud and hugged him around the waist. He lifted him off the upper chain and the man's arms fell forward, lifeless. He fell to the floor, unable to use any limb. The cop lifted his arms, took off the cuffs, and let them fall to the floor. Then he left the room, locking it behind him. I moved over to the groaning man and started to massage the life back into his arms and legs. I didn't even try to stop my hard on from happening. Eventually he was rested enough to sit up, and we talked quietly about what had happened. "God, what a bastard!", he said. "He raped me, then forced a tube down my throat and pumped a jug of water into me. He tied of my cock so I couldn't piss. He left me tied up like that for hours!" I could sympathize, but his story only made me harder. "Then he hung me upside down and finally let me piss, aiming my cock right into my face." I noticed he was getting hard too. He was looking right at my meat. "Thank God I'm not alone here... I don't know if I could make it!" Then this macho stud took me in his arms and hugged me. Our lips locked in a kiss and our bodies pressed together. I felt up and down his V-shaped back, and squeezed his firm butt cheeks as he caressed me. We slowly collapsed to the floor and, locked in each other's arms, fell into a blissful sleep. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/ball-busting-party | From: bbuster111@aol.com (BBuster111) Subject: Ball Busting Party m/m/m/m/m/m Date: 3 Oct 1996 14:36:26 -0400 This story is entirely fiction. It contains ADULT ONLY material. DO NOT view if you are not 18 or older or if you are offended!!!! If you like it, please let me know. Ball Busting Party The six teens had gotten together for something new. It was going to be a party of nasty sex and fighting. The guys would have to strip and fight each other depending on the whims of chance and a die roll. They varied in ages from 14 (the youngest) to 16 years old. After they settles the rules, they got to it right away. The guys would fight on a mat in the basement until one boy got his balls busted, and when a guy was finally naked and couldn't fight any more, the other guy could fuck him. They had it all worked out but didn't know how it would come out. They rolled the die and it came up Paul. Paul was a lanky but muscled 15 year old blonde who was decent looking and athletic. He wore gray sweat pants shorts and a white T-shirt. He had medium length straight hair which was cut short at the bottom in a popular haircut. This was offset by green eyes and a constant smile. His opponent would be Derek, a dark-haired young man also 15. Derek was well tanned with bright blue eyes and wore orange and blue sports shorts with a colored tee and black Nikes. He was also athletic in build and about the same height as Paul. The two faced off. The two boys moved in on each other and exchanged some punches, but Derek pushed Paul back with a glancing blow to his cheek. Derek then slammed a punch home to Paul's gut and the boy grunted and fell back still trying to fight but without success. Derek then grabbed Paul by the hair and tried to yank him into position for a killing shot as Paul struggled to recover. Derek decided to punch him in the stomach again and connected once more. By now Paul knew he was in trouble. As Derek yanked his head back Paul struggled back up and yanked Derek's hands away from his hair. Derek let go and slammed his foot straight into Paul's balls. Paul turned white and doubled up. His breath whooshed out of him as he hit the floor and curled up in pain. One of the guys yelled "Oh! That's gotta hurt!" Derek just left him laying there. Five minutes later Paul had coughed a couple more times and barely managed to recover and join the other boys. Derek got chosen again, but this time he stripped to his undershorts. Derek looked real hot in his tanned body and white jockeys. His penis was tightly wrapped in an upwards position with his balls cupped below. He was of average size for his age. He proudly stood and let the other guys look him over. Next Mark got picked and stripped to his shorts too. Mark was 16 and had strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes and very fair skin. Mark had very straight short hair, cut short on the sides and a bit longer on top where it sort of flopped in an appealing way. He was extremely good looking and knew it. His tight jockeys revealed the outline of his dick and balls to the other boys. They were not too large but he was proud of them. Then Paul had to strip, too. Paul wore these long gray Calvin Klein shorts. You could see his big sack hanging at the bottom of his shorts when he wasn't cupping them in pain. Then Chris, the 14 year old, stripped as well. Chris was a bit smaller than the other boys because of his age. He also wore a pair of tight jockeys that he had his dick and balls carefully packed into. He would always put them on and lift his dick up, cupping his young balls carefully underneath. He had light brown hair, almost blonde with a very short haircut and bright blue eyes. He was only beginning to get some muscles on his small frame, but he held himself ramrod straight and proud. Finally John got chosen. John was 16 years old and a real good looking blue eyed blonde. He had somewhat wavy hair and he wore black sneakers with a pair of tight blue shorts and a white T-shirt. He was going to have to fight Jim, who was a younger 15 year old blonde guy. While John had the preppy look, Jim was a blue collar kind of a boy. He was skinny and had milky white skin but had already started getting some good muscles on his frame. He had long blonde hair and looked a bit like one of those blonde rocker types. He wore tight jeans with a good sized bulge and a tank top. He thought he was more than ready to bust this pussy's nuts. The two boys faced off. John was a bit taller, but it looked like Jim had more muscles. Both of them circled each other looking for an opening as they got ready to fight. Jim suddenly lunged at John but the other boy dodged his clumsy blow and gave the tough guy a solid punch in the nose. Jim screamed out in pain, grabbing his nose and falling back with his nose bleeding as John followed up with a kick to his crotch. Jim managed to avoid the blow but he was driven back to the wall. Jim yelled out in anger "Fuck you, faggot!" as he launched himself at his enemy again but John was ready. John blocked the boy s punch and met him with his foot slamming into Jim s ample crotch. Jim s mouth opened in surprise and his hands clamped down on his balls as he doubled up. John taunted "Who s the fag now?" as Jim just moaned and hit the floor, coughing and gasping as the waves of pain swept up from his balls into his guts. He had gotten it with a hockey puck last year but this was bad! Real bad! As the minutes passed, though, the worst of it ebbed and he got mad again. This gave him the strength to grimace and pull himself back into the group. John smirked at him "Feeling any better yet, Jim?" and the boys all laughed. Jim just gave him a hard look and spat "I ll get you next time!" Derek was picked again, and looked anxious to fight, especially when he got Paul again! Nice coincidence and he could really put this kid out now! Paul looked a bit sick but he was game, he hoped to get some revenge! Derek went with the tried and true, punching Paul in the guts and slamming the kid hard. "Uggghhhhh .!" Paul cried out as he lost his breath. Shit, this was easy! Derek thought as he grabbed Paul s arms to pin him back . Derek s grip slipped and Paul punched wildly, hitting Derek in the gut. As Derek let him go the two boys grappled with each other. As they struggled, Derek got the upper hand and tried to kick Paul in the groin again. He missed, but Paul was thrown off balance. Derek slammed Paul into the wall and grabbed his throat. Paul tried to fend him off and grab Derek s arms. Then Derek slammed his knee sharply up into Paul s sack. His knee slammed into the boy s meaty balls and drove them into the wall. Paul just whimpered and slumped to the floor as Derek let him free. Paul could not believe the pain. He retched and curled up in a ball on the floor. Derek almost felt bad for him, even. Ten minutes later, Paul was still curled up and moaning so the guys just went on. Amazingly Derek got picked again, this time he got to face off with Mark. The two boys were about the same size but contrasted nicely. Mark had that fair skin and strawberry hair, and Derek had a nice tan and black hair. Both wore only their tight jockey shorts. Mark went for a hold, since he knew some wrestling, but Derek tried to kick him. He blocked the kick easily but missed the hold, so he threw a punch that connected with Derek s cheek. Derek fell back flailing but couldn t land a good punch. Mark punched again but missed badly as Derek dodged and tried to slam his knee into his balls. Mark quickly moved to protect his groin and barely avoided getting nailed. This gave Derek back the initiative and he grabbed Mark by the arm, trying to drive him to the floor where he could pound him. However Mark knew the moves better than Derek, and shook his hold off then slammed a fist into Derek s belly. Mark threw more punches at his gut but Derek fell back and was able to stop most of the punches as he broke free to regain his strength. Mark then attacked again, kicking and aiming for Derek s balls. He missed and Derek grabbed his leg, trying to kick Mark in the crotch as he struggled to break free but missing and losing his grip. Mark regained his balance and slammed Derek into the wall, trying to get him into a hold. Derek slammed Mark in the kidneys and Mark lost some of his steam as he winced from the pain. When Derek tried to free himself, however, he tripped and fell to the floor. Mark promptly stomped on Derek, but Derek squirmed and avoided the worst, turning around and kicking back from the floor. Mark then jumped on Derek, pinning him to the floor and trying to choke him. As Derek was choked, he used his arms to break Mark s hold and his legs to throw Mark off of him and reverse their positions. The two kept grappling on the floor, each trying to get a good shot on the other but finally Mark clawed at Derek s eyes, making him let go and break off his attack. The two boys fell back from each other, taking a breather. As Derek moved back in to renew his attack, Mark threw a fast instep kick that hit Derek right in his tightly packed balls. Derek grabbed at his nuts and fell back, starting to moan. He leaned up against the wall clutching his nuts as the wave of pain and nausea hit him, but he refused to drop to the floor. Mark decided he had won the fight and left Derek to recover. After a few minutes suffering in silent pain Derek brought himself back to the other boys without further comment. "You just pissed me off" he told Mark, "Just wait until next time!" he warned. "We ll see" Mark replied uncertainly. He knew he had gotten in a lucky shot. Paul got picked again, and by now he had recovered enough so that he could at least move around. He had to strip and he dutifully pulled off his shorts. His large dick looked even bigger on his skinny body, as if he had not yet fully grown into it. His balls hung huge below. He easily had the largest balls, and now the most swollen, of all the boys. Next young Chris got chosen, and his opponent would be Jim. He was smaller than Jim, but not by much and Jim was a bit weaker from the pounding his balls had taken earlier. Besides, Chris wasn t afraid of anybody or anything. The two boys faced off, Jim still rubbing the sore bulge in his jeans and Chris looking splendid in his jockeys. Both boys circled each other warily, making a few tentative moves but nothing definite. Then Chris struck, trying to kick Jim in his sore balls but missing. A few punches then flew back and forth but nothing connected hard. Jim got tired of the sparring and grabbed one of Chris arms, pinned it behind his back. Chris tried to break free but fell as Jim tried to punch him in the face. Jim missed and he also lost his hold, and Chris broke free and got back up remarkably quickly. He backed away from Jim, who pushed the boy back towards the wall. Jim drove in on the younger boy and they both grappled with each other against the wall, trying to land a crotch shot. Now Jim got Chris in a real hold around his neck and pinned his arm back. Chris screamed as his arm was almost dislocated by Jim s much stronger arms. Then Jim slammed his fist into the boy s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Jim knew he had the boy now, and grabbed a hold of both his arms and twisted them behind the kid s back. Then, victory in hand, he nudged open the boy s legs for the ball shot. "Thwack!" He slammed his shoe down hard into the boy s balls from the rear. As Chris cried out and twisted to protect his testicles, Jim looked down and demanded "Give up yet, boy?" In real pain now, Chris was still defiant. "Fuck you!" he managed to get out as he tried to get out of the hold and failed. Jim brought his foot down again into the boy s nuts and started to grind them down. The pain was excruciating and Chris begged "No! Please (cough)..I give! " Jim let the boy out of the hold and Chris curled up into a ball, clutching his poor smashed balls. Even ten minutes was not enough for Chris to recover so they went on with the game. There was some debate as to whether Jim had cheated by nailing Chris in the balls twice, but they decided that it was OK since Chris had refused to give when he had the chance to. Jim got picked again and stripped to his briefs. He had a large bulge and it looked like he was pretty well hung. His briefs were nice and tight. Then Paul got chosen again, and rose up with a groan. He would have to fight or be tied up and he chose to fight again. He was matched with John, who still had all his clothes on. John had beaten Jim and did not think he would have trouble with Paul who was already weakened by his two previous encounters. The two circled each other and then grappled. IT looked like John was getting the upper hand and he pushed Paul into the wall as Paul swung at him and missed. John punched but missed, hitting the wall behind Paul. Paul then jerked his knee up quickly and connected with John s nuts. John fell back, putting one hand rather lightly on his balls and backing away. He looked a bit surprised, and Paul watched as John fell to his knees moaning. "Shiiit" John moaned softly followed by a cough. Paul looked just as surprised that he had finally won, and sat back down. Five minutes later John recovered and joined the other guys with a bit of a sick look on his face. Paul got the nod again and began to think the dice were loaded, but he got paired with Chris, who was just busted twice by Jim. Chris had recovered in the mean time, and despite his pain had brought back his brave demeanor, although it looked more strained this time. Paul decided to wait and let Chris make the first move. Chris tried to kick him in the groin, but Paul easily blocked it and grabbed his leg, jerking Chris to the floor with one leg up, the other down. Paul swung his foot down and connected with the 14 year old s balls hard. Chris gave a rather high pitched cry, clamping his hands to his busted balls and whimpering "I give (gasp).. I give!" Paul let him go, flushed by his easy victory. Chris just laid there and began to sob. Mark commented "Damn! I don t think he ll make it again." Now Jim was chosen and given John to fight again. A rematch! He really wanted to pound this guy. John looked a little less confident as he moved out to face Jim again. Jim was in briefs only, but John still had his pants and shoes. He took a moment and took off his T-shirt. His chest was a bit sweaty, and he had some downy hair growing near his naval but was otherwise hairless. He now faced Jim and made his move. He attacked and got Jim in a hold, starting to choke the long-haired blonde. Desperate to break the hold, Jim brought his foot back and it slammed into John s nuts. The hold broke and John moaned "Fuck, not my balls again!" as he hit the floor. John stayed on the floor retching as Jim looked down at him in satisfaction. He wanted to do more, but he knew he had to wait. Ten minutes later John had still not stirred so they moved on. Jim was picked, and he stripped naked this time. He was well hung, especially in contrast to his somewhat smaller sized body. His balls were large and hung low, and he had a bush of darker brown crotch hair that contrasted with the rest of his blonde hair and smooth body. He sat down and looked around, starting to even get a bit hard in anticipation of fucking up the next guy. John was chosen and made to strip to his shorts. When he seemed to have trouble Jim came over and helped to strip the boy. John wore white jockeys in which he had his swollen balls hanging from a bit in order to relieve the pain and pressure. He laid back down and continued to try to recover. Then John got quickly picked again and stripped naked. He had blonde crotch hair and an average sized nicely pink penis. His balls were normal sized but now swollen somewhat larger and had gone form pink to an angry red. As John was picked yet again, he knew he had to fight or give, and he decided to fight again. This time it would be with Mark, the strawberry blonde. Mark still had on his jockeys and was as yet unbusted. He got ready to finish off John. The fight was over quickly. John was in too much pain to fight well but he tried. John faked him out as they met, and John s guard on his balls dropped to protect his face. The next thing he knew, Mark had drop kicked him in the balls full force. His loose balls were smashed up into his crotch and flattened as he was hurled back bodily form the force of the blow. John turned white and fell to the floor retching and finally he vomited from the pain. The other guys knew he was history, but waited ten minutes and then spent a few more cleaning up the vomit. For now, John was definitely out. The resurgent Paul got picked again, and now he had to fight Mark, the only as yet unbusted guy. Mark was good, too, that take down of John had been masterful. Mark confidently moved in on Paul, and threw a punch at him. It connected with his cheek, but Paul exaggerated the affects to get Mark overconfident. It worked. Mark moved forward carelessly, sure that he had another easy kill until he saw Paul slam his foot upwards into his groin. He tried to block it too late, and it hit him squarely in his balls. Mark turned away and dropped to his knees breathless, choking in pain. Mark just made some whimpering noises as he lay on the floor and Paul looked jubilant at his victory. His big balls bounced around as he did a little victory dance. Mark had only just began to recover and move five minutes later when the game resumed. Paul was picked again, but he got John as a partner. John could not fight any more, he was too busted, so instead he was tied up. The boys grabbed his arms and cuffed them to a bar about 3 off of the floor and left him kneeling. They then spread his legs and cuffed them to a couple of rings in the floor. He was tied up kneeling and spread-eagled, still sobbing in pain as the guys sort of slapped his sore balls a few times for fun. Jim was chosen next, and got poor young Chris again! Chris was a whimpering mess, so he was tied up and stripped. Jim pulled off his shorts with glee, revealing a nice little penis and the boy s swollen good-sized balls. They cuffed his hands together to a pole about 3 off the floor, but left him kneeling and his legs free. Two guys already out! Jim announced. Paul was again chosen, but he got Chris and looked the sobbing boy over as he worked up a boner. He rolled for what he was allowed to do to the boy. Nice result. He spread the boys legs and took a look at his balls. His boner was real big now, and he started the fun with a powerful kick between the boy s legs! Chris cried out again as white hot pain shot through his body as his balls were mashed again. The boy was a total mess now, he thought that there couldn t be anything left of his balls and he was wondering how it would be to be a eunuch all his life. Then he felt Paul s dick slipping into his ass. Paul pushed inward but he couldn t get in. "Oh, yeah! Where s the KY?" he pulled out and lubed up the boy s ass. Then he started to fuck the boy s virgin ass. His big balls slapped into Chris ass as he pumped his dick in and out of the boy, and that brought back some of the pain in his nuts. Paul just relished the feeling and kept screwing the boy, who started to squirm and struggle in pain. Paul reached down and grabbed the boy by the balls and squeezed, demanding that he quit squirming. The boy quit squirming and Paul let up the pressure. Soon he was ready to cum, and he started squeezing the boy s balls harder as he rode him. Chris retched from the agony and squirmed some more, which made Paul really hot and he finally came. He squirted his load in the boy s ass, but then pulled out and shot the rest out onto his ass and back. He then fell onto his back and relaxed, spent from his efforts. Chris was officially fucked and now out of the game, so they untied him and the boy curled up on the floor crying. The next match was Jim with Paul, and the two boys knew this would be for keeps! The two naked blondes circled each other. The two then crashed together, trying to knee each other in the groin. Jim s knee came up first and barely missed but Paul s followed quickly and struck dead on! His knee slammed Jim s balls up into his crotch and crushed them. Jim s breath whooshed out of him and he fell back doubled over and quickly hit the floor. Jim moaned and retched as the pain hit him in waves from his crushed nuts. Paul stood over in victory, savoring the moment. After getting nailed three times now in his balls, Jim was not getting up any time soon. Next Paul was linked up with Derek, who had not fought recently and looked more than ready. Derek had beaten Paul twice already, but in the mean time Paul had gotten a few victories himself. The two boys circled each other warily. Derek didn t waste any time, he kicked and aimed for Paul s low hanging balls. Paul was ready, though, and blocked Derek s well placed kick and tried to grab Derek s leg. Derek freed his leg and tried to push Paul back into the wall, and the two boys grappled with each other trying to get a hold. Derek was pushing Paul back, and Paul tried to bring up his knee into Derek s crotch but missed. Derek grabbed Paul s leg and threw him to the floor, landing on top of the boy and punching, but Paul s knee came up and slammed him in the gut. Derek fell off of Paul as his breath was knocked out and barely avoided a kick that the recovering Paul aimed at his balls. Derek avoided a kick to his face as he brought himself back up, throwing a punch at Paul s gut and scoring. As Derek moved in to press his advantage, Paul kicked again and his foot connected with the boy s balls. Derek had almost reacted in time, and he avoided the full force of the kick but the pain was still bad. Derek fell back doubled up and leaned against the wall with a moan, hands tightly clutching his nuts. Derek coughed and managed to stay up as Paul approached and asked "Do you give, Derek?" Derek looked up and with a pained expression and gasped "I give." Paul had another victory. Five minutes later, Derek had recovered enough to go and he got chosen again. This time Derek peeled, revealing a normal sized dick with dark pubic hair and a decent set of balls. Mark then got picked and had to fight again, but he got unlucky and picked himself. This meant that someone got a free shot and Mark looked mortified at the prospect. Derek was the guy and he smiled wickedly. Mark gulped and was led to a pole and cuffed and blindfolded. They blindfolded Derek, too. He would get a free kick but he had to aim from memory. "Thwack!" Derek kicked out hard and nailed Mark in his balls dead on. The pain hit Mark a second later and he cried out in pain and squirmed in his restraints. They freed him up and he quickly hit the floor with a groan, retching for the next few minutes as the pain made him sick. His fair skin had turned white as a sheet! Derek got chosen next, and he was given the defeated John to play with. John was tied to the floor kneeling with his legs spread, and although still in pain he had recovered some of his senses. Derek came up to him and grinned "Now I get to fuck you, John! But first you have to suck my dick!" Derek went around to John s mouth and forced it open, demanding that the boy suck his cock. John refused, and Derek looked at him and said "OK then, John." Derek came around and gave John a vicious kick to his exposed testicles. The boy began to retch again from the kick to his poor balls, and Derek asked him again if he would suck his cock. This time John complied as best he could. Derek got hard just looking at him struggle, and he let the wretched boy suck him for a few minutes. When he was good and hard, Derek went around greased up John s ass. Then he stuck his dick in the sweet ass and started to fuck him. As he fucked John, he gave the boy no relief. He grabbed a hold of John s loose testicles and used his sack as a handle. John s balls were crushed and kneaded as Derek continued to fuck him. Derek finally felt himself ready to cum, so he gave John s balls one last vicious twist then let go. He pulled his dick out of John s ass and came, spilling his load onto the boy s balls and ass. Derek then wiped his dick off on John s ass and they untied the ruined boy. John was out. Jim got picked again, but despite getting kicked three times in his balls he refused to give up. He decided to fight and ended up paired with Derek. Derek was on a hot streak and Jim was still looking a bit sick from his previous bustings. Derek went right for Jim s balls but missed, and Jim met the onrushing boy with a punch in the stomach. As Derek fell back from the blow, Jim followed up with a kick and connected with the boy s sack. "Fuck!" Derek yelled out as balls were smashed for the third time. This time Derek dropped to his knees and clutched his balls, hardly able to breathe. He was lucky again, though, in that he had avoided the full force of the kick again. Jim was jubilant at his unexpected victory and taunted Derek "Do you give in, pussy?" Derek was pissed, and he refused to give. "Fuck you, asshole!" he retorted as he got his breath back. Jim was surprised, but he moved in to attack again as Derek got back up off the floor. Jim threw a punch but was surprised by Derek s quickness. Derek dodged and kicked Jim in the balls as he was trying to recover his balance. The kick took Jim square in his low hanging balls and smashed them hard. Jim doubled up in surprise and pain as his already damaged manhood took yet another pounding. As fell sobbing to the floor Derek grabbed his long blonde hair and mounted the boy. "I am going to fuck you here and now, asshole!" Derek announced. Derek threw some hard jabs into Jim s kidneys to weaken him further and then started to hump the boy. He quickly got a boner and slammed it in, nailing Jim to the floor and riding the boy. After a few minutes dry humping the boy, Derek finally came again all over the blonde s back and ass. While this was happening Paul realized the game was almost over, and he challenged Mark. "Strip those shorts off and go for it, Mark. This is the final fight!" Mark had recovered by now and he was not about to let Paul ride roughshod over him. "Make me take them off!" he challenged. Paul attacked, trying to pull Mark down. Mark stopped him and punched, but landed only a glancing blow. The two boys struggled with each other, and then Paul reached down to yank off Mark s shorts. He got them down his ass and his dick popped partly out of the front as the two fell to the floor still struggling. Then Paul let Mark s shorts go and punched him in the face. Mark s nose bled as he tried to protect himself and break free. Paul then grabbed Mark s shorts and yanked them half way off, revealing a somewhat small penis and a nicely defined set of balls with a bit of pale reddish blonde crotch hair. Mark twisted to escape and extracted himself, losing his shorts in the process. As turned to face Paul again, Paul yanked him by his foot and kept him on the floor. Paul stood up, trying to keep his grip on Mark s foot but he lost it as the boy broke free. Mark was still on the floor, so Paul jumped on him and caught him around the throat, choking the boy. As Mark fought to protect his throat, Paul reached down and grabbed him by the balls. He yanked Mark s balls hard and held him by his throat and nuts now. Mark tried to plead "I give!" but Paul ignored him. Paul got his boner back and started to hump the struggling boy, fucking him in the ass as he crushed his balls in one hand and kept up the pressure on his throat in the other. Since he had already cum once today, it took longer this time and Mark s balls were kneaded and twisted as he was brutally screwed. Finally Paul came and shot his load in Mark s ass. With a final twist of the balls he let Mark go and the violated boy curled up sobbing. The two victors, Derek and Paul, were now too exhausted to fight any more and both shot their loads twice. The party was over. E-mail me if you liked it!!! Any stories or real life experiences you have would be appreciated! |
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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 71
Second book :
YOU BELONG TO JOBAL
PART 18 -- Blonde and Dhak
His voice was much deeper than you'd think to look at him, nearly like he
could voiceover at a cinema!
I naturally looked down. Not that I was ashamed but cause it seemed fair
to show like that I wasn't trying to confront him but I knew he was
talking to me and I was obedient like I knew I should be before a
Superior Man. I reckoned he certainly was a Superior Man!
"Er yes Sir it is my first time here. I am a bit lost ..."
I mean he wasn't that much older than me but I said Sir cause, well what
I mean is I haven't any idea why I said Sir, it just seemed natural
suddenly. I suppose I knew automatically he was a Superior Man wasn't he?
I mean that was obvious!
He grinned and pushed his head back against the locker to stretch his
neck like.
"Well I've found you now."
I didn't know what to say to that.
"What are you waiting for then?"
I didn't know what to say to that either, so I didn't say anything.
"You're waiting to sniff my kit."
Like it wasn't a question.
"Yes Sir I am," I said, like I couldn't help it.
"Better give one to him; he's gagging for it!"
So Dark held Blonde's sock out to me like it was a piece of toast and
gave it a little shake, like he was tempting a boa constrictor with a
mouse, like for me to take it. He didn't say anything (and I never heard
him say anything, except like 'Sir' to mean, like, 'Yes Sir', for
evwrything!) So I stepped forward and was about to took the sock - it was
ribbed and had specially thick woven heels and toes that looked really
comfy, and it was inside out.
"Use your teeth!" Blonde ordered.
So I just sort of sniffed it and took it in my teeth so that I could
really taste it and inhale it, you know, just to see, if it did, you
know, smell of anything. I mean, just automatically, I mean, I just did
as I was told and it even went through my head I wonder what his trainers
must actually smell like, cause the sock was sweaty wet and really warm
in my mouth and on my lips, like it left a residue or something, and the
fumes from it went up my nose and into the back of my throat where they
tasted of hot cheese mixed with talc and hormones. They smelt of feet,
obviously - but it was a rich smell like he'd been running in it and not
washed for ages. I could see where his heel had been and his toes as
well. (He had strong arches and each toe gripped the floor separately.)
"Stand up. Breath in. Breath out. Like that?"
"Ngyss Ssr ..." I muffled through the sock.
"Ok. Now hold it over your face, right over," I did so, "and breathe in,"
he said - and he was still not looking directly at me.
I did as he said.
"So you like my smell, yeah?"
"Yes," I said, surprising myself that I even spoke, even admitting it
like that without even thinking or anything.
"Yeah. That's my smell," he said. "It's natural to like it."
I sort of felt trapped with this sock, like it was a mask I couldn't take
off, so when Dark held out his hand I honestly didn't want to give it
back, but I did - like I could keep it! He rolled it up and put it inside
one of Blonde's trainers.
"It's only natural," Blonde grinned, "cos it's the smell of a real man,
isn't it? Do you like what men smell like?"
"Yes," I said, automatically
"You like to sniff men's dirty clothes don't you?"
"Yes," I said. I didn't seem to be able to deny anything. In all honesty
he was so stinking after his exercises I could smell him from where I was
standing, and Dhak as well.
He raised his arms so that Dark could pull his top up and off, revealing
a shapely chest, ripped side diagonals, with a fine carpet of hair over
pecs that rose and fell with his arms, and large red nipples. I had to
stare! His stomach and pits were running with sweat - like his whole skin
was shiny with wet - so his hair stuck in wet dark curls to his skin. And
I thought, wouldn't it be great to be inside that body and to feel like
you look like that, like a wild animal with all the strength of a lion!
And he was all like, 'yeah, take a look!'
His hands fell into his crotch and his thick wrists just covered his
bulge and he sort of gestured with one hand to Dhak, "Give it to him
then."
He smiled.
Dhak handed the dirty t-shirt to me and I took it and held it to my nose,
like a hankie sort of.
"Go on, take a deep breath."
I held the moist cloth over my face, inhaled, and the beautiful foul
stench filled my lungs ...
"Don't worry. It's natural to like it. You'd like to sniff my body as
well ..."
"Yeah ..." I nodded, through the shirt, staring at him over the top of
it.
"... stick your nose in my smelly arsecrack ..." - he smiled as if he was
being a bit extreme but he knew he wasn't exaggerating - "... while it
still smells ripe." He raised an arm and pointed at the hot cavernous
armpit. "Would you like to put your face in that?"
I nodded even though I was still feasting on his hot t-shirt!
Dhak had assumed position two and was quiet, just staring straight ahead
whilst Blonde talked. And I was just standing - though I'd gradually
moved closer to the two men whilst we'd been talking and like reaching
out for his socks and taking a step and like then the same thing when he
wanted it back and now with the shirt in my face and ... I'd have to give
that back and then I was wondering if he really would let me stuff my
face in his arse and lick him up ... even suck his cock which I still
hadn't seen yet even though it was big, I could tell ...
"Who do you belong to then?" asked Blonde. "Hey? Do you belong to anyone
or you just floating about like a feather?"
They smiled.
"Do you know Po?" I asked, finding my voice just spoke like automatically
like I was hearing it like it was somebody else.
"Po ..."
"Po Mostafa."
"Oh, Jobal's brother? You belong to Jobal?"
"No, I belong to Po," I said.
And I felt proud when I said it, like, yeah, he IS my owner now and I can
sort of like boast about it!
"Same thing," he snorted.
Dark even laughed, silently.
"What you laughing at DHAK?"
(So apparently Dark's name was Dhak! That was a good guess on my part!)
Blonde still hadn't even looked at me directly, like he didn't need to
even. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees - thick veins
stood out on his forearms - and he sort of rubbed his head through his
thick blonde locks. His back was gloss with sweat and curved like roof of
a stadium and smooth except for the ridges of muscles which stretched and
changed as he moved. He held his face in his hands and breathed deeply
and gently, his whole shoulders heaving with each breath. Where his back
went into his shorts there was a wet hairy gap where his buttocks were
like too big and the waist band was soaked, like at the front as well.
It was like he couldn't see and yet I felt like he was looking straight
at me all the time and knew where I was and what I was doing and even how
I felt and thought, like he could sense my presence.
"Towel."
Dhak handed him a fresh towel like he already knew Blonde needed it.
Blonde rubbed his head a bit.
He draped the towel over his head like it was a hood, "Show me you marks
of ownership then."
Then he looked up and directly at me so the towel fell round his neck.
"I haven't got any yet," I answered truthfully.
He nodded like it all made perfect sense.
"But you been with Urib. Ok, I get it, jf you're in Jobal's tribe ...
you'll be with Urib and then Akim. Yeah? But go easy. Urib is mad. He
gets off on pay and makes tons of cash which Jobal and his whatshisname
takes a share. Did you know that?"
"You mean Christopher?"
"Yeah. Him. You met him?"
"I know he owns Urib," I said. "We haven't actually met."
"Ohhh, you haven't 'actually' met haven't you? Actually. Oh well I'm
actually sure you will. Actually. He loves your type - sort of loser with
no will-power, does exactly what he's said? That's you that is. He likes
that. Weedy stupid brainless idiot; like Urib minus the rip. Doesn't he
Dhak?"
Dhak nodded.
"Yes. Sir."
"They share it between them. Jobal takes most of it. Urib sees none of
it, but that doesn't care because he just gets off on being paid for use.
He's always earning. It's his thing. He'll have you working Hunter Street
no time. Do you want men to pay to fuck you?"
"I ... I ... What about Po?"
"Po's not important."
"But he's my owner."
"No he's not. Jobal owns you. You just haven't noticed it yet. He owns
you, he buys you, he sells you, he does what he likes. Po is looking
after you, I should think. He doesn't own you any more than I do."
He stretched.
"Jobal owns you. You belong to Jobal. You belong in Hunter Street. You
know Hunter Street? He'll have you earning to be fucked down there. I'm
surprised he hasn't already had you on your knees in that urinal, cos if
there's one thing Jobal likes is money."
"That's what Urib says," I admitted.
"Urib's right. He'll make sure you get down Hunter Street and marked. Do
you want to be marked?"
"I think so ..."
"Ok then," he paused, doubtfully. "It's up to you."
Suddenly I was scared - I don't know why. I just was. I had a feeling
Blonde was going to do something ... I don't know what, just something
... Or that something terrible was about to happen but I don't know what.
Or that I was in trouble or something.
Blonde stared at me for a moment, then he said, "So ... this is what I
intend to do ..."
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END OF
YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 71 |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jeremiahs-slaves | Date: Wed, 01 Sep 1999 07:40:18 PDT From: LORD DRACUL Subject: Jeremiah's Slaves or Everybody Needs A Toy Jeremiah's Slaves or Everybody Needs A Toy By Lordracul Standard porn laws applies please send responses to Lordracul@hotmail.com Enjoy the story. Jeremiah turned to see himself in the mirror that he had bought at the local auction. It had been setting there in the corner like a quite sentinental watching over the rest of the collection of oddities. Making sure that none of the escaped without being purchased properly. He had asked the older gentleman about the mirror and was told that no one wanted it because that it was ugly and the shine seemed to be gone from the surface. However, Jeremiah was drawn to the mirror and knew that he would be taking it home but did not know how truly to explain it to his mother. His father had died when he was a young man. But he still recalled how his father would hold him and tell him stories about the military. His father was an airforce captain and he had up to that point been raised on the bases. He can remember seeing the oceans and had found memories of them how they along with his mother's singing would lull to him asleep at night. Now he lives in an asphalt jungle. Where the trees represent various buildings and seemed to be trees them. Often he had longed to be like his father and join the airforce but could not bring himself to go through with it. His mother needed him to help out financially. After all he is sixteen and could take on a part time job with his studies and truthfully, he was glad to help, he loved his mother dearly. She had provided for him when any other woman would have left him lying on some doorstep. Yes, he thanked God for his little kindness. True, he did not as of yet believe that God existed but he found it hard looking around the globe at the handy work that had been displayed on that great canvass. His intention was drawn back to the mirror as the light glinted off it and hit him in the eye. He gave the man the money for the mirror and carried it to his blazer. An oddity, the man had said, looking again at the mirror Jeremiah would have to agree with him. It was an Egyptian mirror and with some polish it would shining like new. He couldn't help but thinking that he himself was an oddity. He had found himself looking and longing to have his friends. Of course if most of them knew that then he would have to learn how to become a fighter. Those jocks would rip him into. However, the darker part of Jeremiah was willing to take that risk where one of his comrades was concerned Alex Naman. Alex is seventeen with long black hair and stood over six foot two inches and was solid muscle. Jeremiah has long blonde hair and stood over six foot three solid muscle. Neither boy had an ounce of fat on them. Both had tried out for the track team and both were placed on the team. It was Alex that fueled Jeremiah's dreams at night. Often he found himself lying there in the dark feeling of his muscles and dreaming that it was Alex that he was caressing. Some would say that they were mirror images of each other. Lucky for Jeremiah, Alex liked him and they had struck up a friendship. Both boys liked off road vehicles and bowling. Of course the track and loved to watch races on Sunday evening. They had plans to attend Bristol later on in the season. Jeremiah thought about all things on his way home with the mirror. Soon he pulled into his driveway and parked the blazer. He opened the hatch and lifted out the mirror. Even though it was floor length it was not heavy to carry. He set the mirror gently down on the pavement and turned to look over his shoulder at the house. What he wouldn't give if Alex would come around the corner and help him. He picked the mirror up and made his way towards the house slowly. He didn't want to drop the mirror. Once again picking up the mirror he saw a blue bronco pull in to the driveway. "Need a hand with that Jeremiah?" Asked Alex "Man, what are you doing here, yeah I do." Alex ran down to where Jeremiah was and took hold of the other end of the mirror. He lifted and followed Jeremiah into the house. Once inside Jeremiah and Alex sat the mirror down in the living room and Alex plopped down in a large recliner. Jeremiah went into the kitchen to get himself and his buddy something to drink. He threw Alex a can of soda and Alex just barely did catch it. "Hey man, you still haven't answered my question." "Ok, I get it lift the mirror Alex but no thank you just answer my questions." Laughed Alex. "That's right grunt, now answer the question." Demanded Jeremiah in his best authoritative voice. Alex looked at Jeremiah; he had never seen him like this before in such control. He found himself loving it and Alex wanted more of it. "I don't know sir, just found myself driving around the neighborhood when this voice told me you needed my help and apparently you did Sir." "Very good solider, now at ease." Snapped Jeremiah. The boys looked at one another and Jeremiah went over to the couch and sat down. He found Alex watching him and then he took a drink of the soda. Each one not sure of how to proceed from here. Finally, Alex spoke up,"Where did your mom get that mirror Jeremiah?" "Mom didn't buy it, Alex. I did, down at the swap meet. Don't know why but just liked the way that it looked." "Man that mirror is creepy Jeremiah, I guess than that the grunt has to help you schlep it up to your room?" "Yeah if you would." Then remembering how Alex had responded earlier he said, "That's right grunt you will carry that mirror into my room promptly but not until you finish your soda. That's an order solider." Then Jeremiah laughed and took a drink from his soda. Alex, on the other hand, guzzled down his soda, and then jumped up from the recliner and snapped to attention, "Private Naman reporting for schlepping duty sir" and then saluted Jeremiah and grabbed the mirror and carried it up the stairs alone. Jeremiah stood with his jaw on the carpet watching his friend. He didn't know that Alex actually liked to be ordered around but maybe that is why he always was found with the coach. The coach was always giving people orders and demanded they were followed through or it was off the team with no need for explanation. The coach was top dog at the highschool and he made sure that every one knew that he was. Jeremiah waited in the living room and wanted to see what Alex would do next. Soon he heard footsteps on the top of the stairs, "Sir, mirror has been secured in your room and is now waiting for inspection. Sir!" Said Alex. "Very good solider now stand aside and let me see what you have done." Said Jeremiah as he walked up the stairs to his room where his friend was standing. As Jeremiah Alex immediately eye balled the floor but glanced up as he passed him. Jeremiah immediately turned and looked into Alex's eyes. "You eye balling me boy? You had better not be eye balling boy look at me boy!" as Jeremiah said he reached out and grabbed Alex by the balls and then said, "The next time you eye ball me you lose these!" giving them a hard tug for emphasis. Jeremiah felt Alex cock hardens a little in his hand and he squeezed them harder. Alex gasped in pain, "More sir please sir." Jeremiah left his hand on Alex's genitals and then grasps them harder and led Alex into his bedroom by the balls. Then turning around Jeremiah locked his bedroom door. Then he released Alex and looked at the placement of the mirror. Decided that it needed to be put near the foot of his bed up against the wall so that he could lay in his bed and admire himself in the mirror. Laying down on his bed and relaxing just a little leaving Alex to stand at attention with his pants clearly tenting admiring both of his new toys. "Boy move that mirror to the foot of my bed and place it up against the wall but before you do it boy remove the rest of your clothes except for your underwear." Commanded Jeremiah. Immediately Alex began to remove his clothes and neatly put them in a nearby chair and then proceeded to move the mirror where he had been instructed to move it. Jeremiah watched his new conquest, his new chattel, yes this was appropriate for Alex had given himself over to him and his control and seemed to love it as much as Jeremiah did. He loved to watch the way Alex's muscles moved while moving the mirror. Alex finished with his chore and then turned to look at his new master laying on the bed who had clearly had gotten a rise from watching him work and then looking down at the floor he said,"Is there anything else sir?" "Good boy, yes there is something else that needs your attention, you can find it here in my pants boy. Get over here and show me how me how much you love the attention your master has given to you." Lying back on the bed as Alex sat down beside of him with a hunger burning deep with in his eyes. He began to remove his master's pants with his hands and was immediately slapped back on the bed for it. "With your mouth boy the proper way to show your master that you care. I can see boy that you have a lot to learn on how to please a man, but I think that you truly want to learn how don't you boy?" said Jeremiah. "Yes sir I do." Said Alex rubbing his cheek then crawling back to his place beside his master began to remove his master's pants with his mouth. All the while his cock growing harder from the sensations that he felt and would feel later. He had made his mind up that he had to have Jeremiah and his control and he gave himself over to it completely. He eased Jeremiah's pants down and when it passed his cock his master's cock flopped out and hit him on the tip of his lips. Jeremiah was savoring all this pleasure and he knew that Alex also loved this new role that he had now assumed and hopefully would continue to be for a long time. Then Alex lowered his head and began to suck Jeremiah's cock licking the tip and then the head. Moving up and down his master's shaft, sucking in his mouth first one of his master's balls and then the other one. Alternating his technique, then finally burying his mouth completely on his master's cock and taking it all down his throat. Jeremiah made a mental note that his slave had done this before. His body was enthralled with pleasure that Alex was giving to him. He knew that he was about to blow his load and Alex sensing that his master was about too increased his sucking. Then Jeremiah grabbed his property head and rammed his cock down into Alex's gut and unloads. Alex drank every drop and wanted more. While Alex was sucking his master's cock he had placed his hands behind his back and held them there in total submission to his master's wishes. Jeremiah raised up from the bed and pushed Alex down on to the bed face down, "Get up and present that ass to me now boy!" commanded Jeremiah. Alex raised himself from the bed and stuck his ass in the air and then instinctively spread his legs farther apart showing his perfect rosebud. Jeremiah seeing his boys perfect hole waiting and inviting him plunged hard and deep into that waiting hole. The Jeremiah heard something that drove him over the edge, "Breed me sir, I'm your slut, fill your boy's pussy with that hot cum oh please sir don't stop!" begged Alex. Jeremiah leaned into him with all of his weight and rammed his cock deeper making sure that Alex got a good ride. When he climaxed it was hard and deep inside of Alex's ass and he collapsed on top of his new boy. Then he grabbed him and pulled him down on the bed with him. Jeremiah lay back on his pillows and rammed his cock in Alex's mouth for a nice long clean off. Then pulling Alex of his cock he made him lay down beside of him. "Where did you learn to do this boy?" "From the coach sir." Said Alex meekly. "So, he uses more than just tackling dummies huh?" "Yes, but I have to tell him now I have a new master sir." "Good boy. Very good boy, tell me about him." "The coach loves to have his ass fucked to sir however he is dominant but not as dominant as you Sir." Said Alex. "Possibilities then boy, good possibilities." Said Jeremiah. Alex lay there wondering what his new master meant and decided that he did not care. He wanted Jeremiah and needed him and now he knew that he belonged to him and him alone. "We better get up boy and clean up before mom comes home. " Alex jumped up and started dressing Jeremiah and when he was finished he then dressed himself. "From now on boy no more underwear for you, you only wear a jockstrap and you come here immediately after school and checking in with your parents is that clear boy?" "Yes sir!" snapped Alex "Then go home now and remember what I told you." "I will sir, I will." Jeremiah walked Alex to the door and then watched him drive away and then went up to his room and began to plan for the next day's coming events when he would acquire another slave. He looked at himself in the mirror again and the mirror reflected him as a young pharaoh. Jeremiah liked the image and thought why not, a king and his harem. What not have the best? The rest of the evening passed pretty tame and then he kissed his mom and dad good night and went to bed. However he did not rest much as his mind raced all night with his new plan. The next morning came soon enough and Jeremiah jumped up and showered and then got ready went downstairs and ate his breakfast. Kissed his mother goodbye and as he was leaving the house he saw Alex waiting for him in his bronco. Jeremiah laughed, "That's my boy." As he climbed into the passenger seat of the bronco. "Thank you boy, but you were told to do this." "I know sir but I thought you would appreciate the ride instead of the bus, after all sir, I am your property to command." Said Alex "I know this boy and thank you for being so thoughtful and you will do this for me every morning." "Yes sir, understood sir." Then they pulled out of the driveway together and headed off to school. "Tell me boy did you do as instructed to do this morning concerning your dress?" "Sir yes sir, jockstrap is the only thing on under my jeans." Jeremiah reached over and grabbed Alex's crotch and said, "Very good boy." "Thank you sir." They pulled into the parking lot and then the boy's parted and didn't see each other for the rest of the day. After school Jeremiah would put his new plan into effect. This thought kept him motivated for the rest of the day and it passed as fast as the night. Jeremiah waited until the gym was clear and he knew that the coach would alone in his office. He told Alex to wait for him outside the coach's door but don't let the coach know that he was there. Coach smith was thirty-two years old and built like a brick shit house. Fully stacked and loaded. He would be a true conquest. Jeremiah walked into his office without knocking. This immediately made the coach mad. "Jeremiah what the hell do you mean by coming into my office without knocking you piss ant!" "Shut up you cocksucker I know all about you and what you do with the football team. All sex slaves you've made of them. What if their parents found out about that little plan to make them winners Coach?" "You insolent little cur!" yelled the Coach and he jumped up and tried to grab Jeremiah but Jeremiah stopped him and forced down onto the couch that he had in office for years. "Let me up cur and take your whipping like the little boy you are!" yelled the coach. "The only little boy here is you coach, so you like to treat boy's like whores do you? Then you are gonna be my slut boy." "No, hell no, Jeremiah, I will never be your whore, and you can't be mad at me for that after all every one needs a toy." Spat the coach. "Oh yes you are, you gonna be my new toy coach." Jeremiah held him and then tore off the coach's sweat pants and found that he was only wearing a jock strap and that his cock was already at half-mast. "It seems to me that you want this more than you are admitting coach." Then Jeremiah grabbed the coach's cock and felt of it, it lengthen at his touch. "Fuck you Jeremiah!" yelled the coach. "No, fuck you coach." Then he slipped out of his pants and buried his cock in the coach's ass. The coach felt all of his inhibitions and will power leave him as he felt Jeremiah's cock buried in his ass. He began to meet all of Jeremiah's thrusts and then Jeremiah grabbed the coach up by the hair of his head and bent him over his desk and continued to fuck his ass hard slamming his cock into him not caring if the man was in pain. The coach began to chant, "Fuck me hard harder, harder sir, harder Sir!" "What did you say boy?" asked Jeremiah. "Sir, I said fuck this butch ass, harder sir please sir harder!" Jeremiah buried his cock all the way in the coach's ass and then twenty minutes later he filled the coach with his seed. Then Jeremiah pulled out and grabbed the coach's face and then sprayed his cum all over his face. Jeremiah went over and sat behind the coach's desk and dragging the coach behind him with his cock. "I have to piss boy get your ass over here and take it like a good boy that I know you are." Commanded Jeremiah "Yes Sir." The coach squatted down in front of his new master's cock and Jeremiah then began to piss all over the coach then stopping himself he buried his cock in his new slave's mouth and made him drink every drop. When Jeremiah finished he pulled his cock out of the coach's mouth with an audible pop. Then looking at the coach again,"Turn towards the door boy and present your ass and keep your face firmly on the floor." "Yes sir." Then the coach did as he was told. Jeremiah opened the door and the coach didn't even move and he told Alex to come in. Then turning to the coach again he said, "Stay in your place number two and turn your head and look at boy number one." The coach turned and saw Alex and he began to smack his lips. Then turning to his master, "My I speak sir?" "Yes boy." Alex didn't move from beside his master while looking at the coach. "Sir you had Alex what did you need with me Sir?" "Why coach, you said it yourself everyone needs a toy." Then Jeremiah stripped Alex and told him and the coach to get into a 69 position with boy number two on top and Jeremiah sank his big cock back into his new toy's ass. The end Please let me know what you thought. I hope you enjoyed the story as always Yours, Lordracul. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/biff | BIFF I am eighteen and very shy. I certainly am not athletic, and I am very passive. I am gay. When I see a stiff cock, I become mesmerized and and drawn towards it, not being satisfied until it is in my mouth. I just can't help myself. Perhaps I need help. I don't know. In high school, whenever a group of boys asked me to join them to see a movie or hang out somewhere, I knew what they were after, and before the night was over, I was taken to someones house or to an isolated area where hard cocks sprung out for me to suck. I loved to feel their stiffness as I pushed them back into my throat and I would swoon as the warmth and taste of cum filled my mouth. Sometimes I was stripped completely naked with each boy taking his turn on whatever he wanted to do, or what he wanted me to do. Once, a couple of naked guys made me sit on a cock that was at least ten inches long and real thick. I remember protesting, "No! I can't take THAT! It won't fit." This turned these guys on even more. They forced me down on it, then bounced me up and down until warm cum shot up my ass. I was sore for a week. High school passed and I entered college. This is where I met my roommate, Biff. I was infactuated with him. About six feet tall, brown hair and a smooth, slim body that went straight down, a large bulge in his crotch, and a tight butt that pushed so tight against the seat of his pants that I could almost make out his vaccination scar. Biff had my number probably from day one. In fact, before our first week was over, we were lying in our respective beds, studying with our bed lamps when, without warning, Biff threw back his covers. He was completely nude and very hard. "Come over and suck it." This was not a request. It was an order. Biff didn't need to make it an order. One look at his prick and I was in my cocksucking trance. I gave him the best sensuous blow job that I knew how. I guessed he liked it from all the cum I swallowed and how he moaned when he came. He examined all of my body, doing a thorough job. Bent me in every direction, inspected, probed, examined and prodded. I got down doggy fashion and took him up my butt. It felt real good. Then I was turned on my back and I got sucked. Afterwards, we stroked, snuggled, hugged and kissed. It was a night I will never forget. Naturally, sex took place every night after, and I was becoming more infactuated. Biff had so much confidence. He had the best of clothes, carried himself tall when he walked, and his voice was authoritative. I just melted whenever I saw him, nude, or dressed. Sometimes he would come up behind me, put a strong arm around me, fondle my crotch and goose me through my clothes. I loved it. Biff wasn't hurting financially. I was struggling to pay my tuition. About mid-term, Biff decided to rent an off campus apartment. I wanted to be with him always, but I told him I could afford to share the rent. He offered me the chance to live with him, provided I did the housework, cooking, and obeyed him. I would do anything to please Biff. I had no problem in making an immediate decision. The rental furniture arrived and we moved our things from the dorm and immediately settled in. Biff gave me shopping money and I stocked the cupboards and the refrigerator with things that I felt he would like to eat. I guess it was about three nights later, after sex, we started pillow talk. Earlier,I had cleaned the apartment, cooked a good dinner and had brought Biff his slippers. It was such a pleasure to serve him. "Tomorrow night is Thursday," Biff said. "I'm going to make every Thursday punishment night. "But what have I done wrong? How have I displeased you?" "You haven't done anything wrong," Biff replied, "but I want you to know what it will be like, if you do....You'll know what to expect." I didn't want to be punished, but if Biff felt it was necessary, I would let him. I fell asleep wondering what was in store for me. The next night after dinner, and after the dishes were put away, Biff told me to take a shower and to come in the bedroom nude. When I appeared, Biff was standing naked. I dropped to my knees, sucked his balls then took his cock in my mouth, tickled it with my tongue, and sucked until I received his flow of warm cum. I licked his fingers, then put them in my mouth. They explored and worked about until I was drooling with saliva. I was in Biff's complete control. He tied my hands in front of me with soft yarn. I stood docile and naked. Biff opened a dresser drawer and drew out a wide, wooden school ruler and had me kneel over the bed. His bare hand ran over my butt and up and down my crack. My cheeks were spread, my asshole inspected. You can say "stop" any time you want," Biff said. But "stop" won't do you any good. The only time I will stop is when you say, 'Bananas.' Are you ready?" I apprehensively nodded. The ruler came down with a minor sting on one cheek then the other. The next strokes were harder. With each following smack, my butt stung and hurt. I tried to break my bonds to put my hands back there to stop him, but to no avail. SMACK! I started to cry. "Stop!" The word meant nothing. "Oh, please stop." The ruler slammed against my bottom again. The pain worsened. My butt was hurting and smarting real bad and I was struggling, but it did no good. The pain continued to worsen until I could stand no more. "BAN-ANAS" I cried out. My butt was burning with fire. I was still crying real bad when my bonds were untied. I had the hardest erection ever. Biff laid me on the bed. My butt seemed to sting even more as it met the bed covers. My legs were spread and I felt his mouth on my dick. I came with a mind blower. My dick went limp and I sobbed some more. Biff rolled me to my stomach then momentarily left the room. When he returned, I felt a cool, wet wash cloth running over my red burning cheeks, easing the stinging burn. It seemed forever before my butt cooled off. I sat up, embraced Biff and kissed him. "I will obey you forever." Biff put his strong arms around me and squeezed me to him. "I love you," he quietly whispered. This is all I needed to hear. I fell asleep. * * * I had become a love slave. I could never say no to Biff's advances, and still in my teens, my hormones were wild and I would get an erection for no reason at all, or always, when Biff made sexual suggestions or touch. I could be reading a book or watching T.V. and, Biff would distract me and turn me on with suggestions like these: 1. Come in the bedroom. I want to take care of your body. 2. Time for me to finger massage your asshole. 3. I going to make you give me your cum. 4. I'm going to tongue tickle that red nob of yours. 5. I'm going to put a drop of vaseline on my thumb and gently run it over your tip and pee hole. 6. I'm going to grease up your pucker and give you a real slow fuck. 7. You're not turned on? I'll come over and check out your crotch in a couple of minutes. When he said he was going to check my crotch, my prick would always rise. I couldn't help it. He could come over, feel its hardness through my pants and say, "You're ready." I could never say no when he pulled me from the chair and led me to the bedroom. I never knew what to expect for the weekends. Biff always seemed to dream up something new. One Friday morning, just before he left for work, he said, "After dinner, remind me to give you an enema." I thought about this all day, my pucker squeezing tight. He had never done this before. I didn't want him to do it, but to please him, I would not complain. After dinner, when Biff had retired to the living room to read the paper, I knew I would have to remind him...not that he did not already know, but I didn't want the ruler stinging my ass for disobeying him. I approached him and groped for words. I was tongue tied. I didn't know how to say it. Finally I blurted, "Excuse me, Biff, but I was to remind you to give me an enema tonight." My butt tightened, my face flushed and I felt weak with embarrassment. "Oh, Yes", replied Biff. Let's go to the bedroom. Biff sat in a chair and watched me undress. When I was completely nude, I walked to him, my hard-on jutting forth. I stood at parade rest as Biff gave me a feel then turned me around. He spread my ass cheeks, taking his time as he surveyed my pucker. "Looks like it is ready," Let's go to the bathroom. I sat on the cold toilet seat and watched the water bag bulge as it filled. The large, long enema tip was liberally greased. As ordered, I got on the floor on all fours, dropped my head and shoulders to the cold tile and drew up my legs as far as I could. Biff spread my legs as wide as possible. I gave a start as the tip started to push into and stretch my pucker. It slipped up farther and farther before it came to rest. I waited to feel the water but it was yet to come. Biff was taking his time, inspecting me and his handiwork before he tripped the valve. Finally the flow came. Biff reach under me and massaged my gut so the water would flow deeper. When he saw signs that I was becoming uncomfortable he eased out long tip and watched as I sat and relieved myself. Biff said there was still some water left in the bag, to again get on all fours, and he would use the rest as a rinse. He shoved the tip up my ass a second time. I showered, then walked in the bedroom, pulled back the bed covers and laid back with my legs drawn and spread which I had been trained to do. Biff put a bath towel under me then I heard a loud hum. Biff had plugged in his electric clippers. He was going to trim and shave me. I didn't want to lose my pubic hair. I wanted to protest. The ruler on the wall reminded me of my punishment if I didn't obey. Biff played with the clippers, pressing them against my balls, prick and over my tip then pushed them in my ass crack. The vibrations made my prick so stiff, the tip was purple. Biff deftly ran the clippers over and around me, taking time to sweep the cut hair to the waiting towel. I felt the tugging of a razor, as it removed the stubble, making my crotch completely smooth. I was turned over and both butt cheeks were shaved. Finishing, Biff ran his hand over my bottom. It felt so smooth. In fact, it felt real good. Since I'd also been enemed and had taken a shower, Biff licked my asshole a real long time before he fucked me. I then licked Biff's asshole and sucked his cock three time before we fell asleep. In the morning I, as always, awoke first, bringing Biff's orange juice to his bedside. Biff sat on the edge of the bed and slowly sipped it. His other hand fondled my balls and dick and rubbed over my crotch where the hair had been removed. "My goodness! This is certainly a babys prick and a smooth baby butt. I guess we start today with toilet training." "WHAT!" I was diapered and a pair of plastic panties was pulled over the diapers. I sat in these as we ate breakfast. Biff brought out a baby bottle. I had to drink my milk from its nipple. Biff said that he had read that a good kidney flushing was healthy and that I would drink a large glass of water every half hour. It wasn't long before my bladder was full and I really needed to pee. I knew that I would have to go in the diaper. The pressure became so great I could no longer hold it. Warm pee spewed out and ran through my crotch. After the warm feeling left, I felt cold, damp and sticky. I needed a change. Biff was watching television. I walked to him and pointed at my crotch. Words from me were unnecessary. Biff looked at me and smiled. "Baby needs a change." I was put on a table, my wet diaper removed. Biff took hot soapy water, washed my shaven crotch. then massaged my dick and balls with baby oil telling me what a cute pee-pee I had and how I'd squirted water from my hose. I was talcumed. My butt was lifted, new diapers applied, pulled over with the flaps being secured by one large pin. I felt real dry and comfortable again. I didn't want to shit in my diapers, but nature was telling me it was going to do it for me. Again, I stood in front of Biff and pointed at my butt. "You shit your pants?" remarked Biff. "Let me see." He ran his hand under the diaper and down my backside, his fingers running over my asshole. "What a good boy." You didn't do it in your diapers. Let's hurry to the bathroom for toilet training. In the bathroom, my diapers were removed and Biff sat me on the toilet. He had a chair next to me. He held my hand and rubbed my back. "What a good boy. Now strain real hard. I strained, eliminating a good long turd. While I strained, Biff squeezed my hand approvingly. Finally, I eliminated everything and stood up. Biff looked in the bowl and remarked what a good boy I was. He turned me around and wiped my ass, then flushed. I was again led to the change table, put on my stomach, and felt the warm soapy water, baby oil and talcum applied to my butt. My butt was so smooth after shaving, I did feel like I was a baby. Several days later we went shopping. Biff bought me several jump suits as well as several pair of Burmuda shorts, the ones with the flare in the legs. I was to wear these often, but without shorts underneath. The jump suits had a top and a bottom zipper. The bottom zipper zipped upwards so I could take out my penis to urinate. Biff liked this, because all he needed to do was zip it upwards, reach in his hand for a feel whenever he desired. He also liked the jump suit because it was so easy to complete remove. If he pulled the top zipper all of the way down and pulled the suit away from my shoulders, it would drop to the floor leaving me naked. A fast way to completely undress me. The flared legged Burmuda shorts were very handy, as his hand could travel up the leg and he could play in my crotch. I was getting and giving more sex than I had ever dreamed of. Sometimes almost too much. Biff was always trying to have me set a new record on the number of times he could make me cum in a twenty four hour period. My record was fourteen. Biff was killed in a freak automobile accident. I am still in grief. None of my relationships have even come close to his love and companionship. Maybe someday I will meet you, and you can take his place. The End |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/summer-sucks/summer-sucks-3-4 | Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2000 22:11:01 GMT From: Daniel Gre Subject: Summer Sucks-3-4 WARNING: This story contains sexual situations including males having sex with each other. Do not read this story if you are under 18. NOTE: This is my second attempt at an erotic story. Please take a moment to send me your comments after you read the story. I promise to reply. My e-mail address is danielgre@hotmail.com. Summer Sucks-3 Tim By Daniel I outted a cocksucker last week. Poor Benny DeMarco, the scrawny Italian kid who lives down the block, the big-eared momma's boy with the slight overbite, likes to suck dick. Who would've thought? The beauty of it all is that Benny is my pain-in-the-ass sister's best friend. You see, Gina is a proper little princess in my dad's eyes, but she's really a cold, calculating bitch who screws me every chance she gets. She's always making me look bad, like when she brings home straight A's, or getting me in trouble, like the time she told my dad that Rudy and I were smoking pot in my bedroom. I was grounded for a month after that. My dad even found my stash. See what I mean about little Miss Perfect? Anyway, revenge is sweet, so I'll tell you what happened. Rudy and I were bullshitting in the gym after summer league. It was really hot and smoggy , and Coach Paine was merciless on us that day. I was guzzling the Quenchaid I brought with me. I downed most of the bottle and passed the dregs to Rudy who forgot to bring a drink. "I think your sister's boyfriend is a faggot," said Rudy as he drained the rest of the Quenchaid and belched. "He's not her boyfriend," I said. "Don't you remember? Benny's mom won't let him date until he turns fifteen next year." We laughed about that. "I'm not shittin' you," said Rudy. "Did you ever notice the way Benny looks at you? It's exactly the same way Danny was looking at my brother the day he sucked his cock. Benny gives you that very same dreamy stare. He wants to suck your dick and doesn't even know it." I pictured Benny all beaming and excited, like a little puppy that comes wagging his tail every time he sees me. He thinks I'm a bigshot on campus, which I guess I am. Whenever he's over at our house he asks to see my trophies and my letterman's jacket, which I let him wear, sometimes, if he asks me real nice or takes out the garbage for me. Maybe Rudy was right. "Damn," I said. "Is every dude in that freshman class a faggot?" Rudy had to get to his summer job as lifeguard at the Cherry Point Natatorium, so we made plans to hook up the next day and jammed. On my way home, I ran into Gina who was coming the opposite direction on her bike. What does she want, I thought, as she coasted to a stop on the sidewalk. "Grandma called the house," said Gina, straddling her bike. "She needs some groceries, so I'll be right back." "Whatever." I didn't care to hear about her missions of mercy. "You're such a jerk," she said. "Benny's at home. I told him to wait there for me while I go to the store since he didn't ride his bike." "Who cares?" "Just don't pick on him while I'm gone, all right?" "Get lost," I said. She stuck her tongue out at me and peddled away. By the time I got home I had forgotten all about what Princess Perfect told me. I went upstairs to put on my headphones and play some tunes in my bedroom. But when I opened the door I was blown away by what I saw. There stood Benny in front of my full-length mirror, butt-naked except for his Morrissey tee shirt, sniffing a jock strap like a hound dog. With his free hand he was running a finger up and down the crack of his ass and playing with his butt hole. From behind he looked like a girl with a really fuckable ass. Benny must have been really into it and he certainly wasn't expecting me because my sudden appearance scared him shitless. The second he saw me he threw the jock strap on the bed and tried to shield his privates like a bashful girl, but he wasn't quick enough to hide his hardon. Without bothering with his underwear he scrambled for his shorts and pulled them up. He had to push his four-inch stiffy sideways to slide them all the way up. He isn't very well endowed in the penis department. "What the fuck are you doing in my room, dude?" I asked. Benny stuttered and struggled for words. "I, uh, was just going to try on your letterman's jacket." "Then why the fuck were you half naked?" I asked. Then I noticed my initials on the elastic band of the jock strap he was sniffing. "Wait a minute. Is that my jock strap?" "Err." "I saw you stroking your dick in front of the mirror, dude. You were getting off on my jock strap, weren't you?" "Um." It took me a minute to put the pieces together. Hey, I'm a football player. What do you expect? "It looked like you had a finger up your ass," I said. "Are you a faggot or something?" "I don't know," said Benny. He wasn't very convincing. "You're a fuckin' homo and I caught you in the act." Benny couldn't look me in the eye. He could only hide his face in shame. I told him how pissed I was, that only a faggot could jack off with another guy's dirty jock. "Do you want to suck my dick?" I asked. "Is that it?" "Yes." I couldn't believe it. He actually said yes. At least the cocksucker's honest. "Okay. Ask me real nice." "Can I?" "Can you what?" "Can I suck it?" "I told you to ask me nice, cocksucker." "Can I suck your cock? Please?" He looked up at me with pleading eyes, like he was asking me permission come closer, and then he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around my legs. I almost lost my balance because he was holding on so tight my knees buckled. Somehow his head ended up nestled in my sweaty crotch. I started to bone up because he was nuzzling against my basket ever so slightly. The next thing I knew my dick was in his mouth. (Okay, I pulled it out and stuck it in his mouth. So what?) He didn't really know what to do with it so he kind of just sucked on it like a pacifier. I grabbed him by those big flapper-ears of his and worked my dick in and out of his hungry mouth. My dick got hard, and when I told him to work the underside with his tongue he made me cum. After I shot my load down his throat he wouldn't stop sucking. I practically had to pry him off my dick. "Rudy was right," I said, buttoning my fly. "You are a faggot." Just then Gina burst into the room. Her ear must have been plastered to the door for who knows how long. She can be a nosy bitch. "I overheard you guys in the hallway," she said. "What are you taking about, Tim?" She was spying on me in my own room. It'll serve her right, I thought, to find out her "boyfriend" is a cocksucker. "Your boyfriend took advantage of me," I said. "I'll let him tell you what he did." "Please Tim, don't make me tell her," Benny begged. "She's your 'girlfriend,'" I said in a sarcastic voice. "She deserves to know the truth." "I can't." "You don't have a choice, dude," I said sneering. I gave him a really nasty glare and he caved. "I sucked Tim's cock," said Benny meekly, almost in a whisper. "Oh my God," said Gina. She was hysterical. "What are you talking about?" "Louder, Benny. Tell her what you did." "I sucked Tim's cock." "You see, Gina, Benny just sucked my dick, right here in this room, not five minutes ago. Right there where you're standing." "You're both lying," said Gina. "He practically begged me to let him suck it," I said, laughing. "Didn't you, Benny?" "Yes." "Turns out your boyfriend is a natural born cocksucker. He even swallowed my cum." I couldn't hide a grin-sweet revenge. "I saw him playing with his ass hole, so he'll probably let me fuck him up the ass too." "You're just making this up to hurt me," said Gina. The dumb bitch was still in denial. "You don't believe me?" I asked. "Then why don't you give your boyfriend a really deep French kiss? You can still taste my cum in his mouth." "You're disgusting," said Gina. That got her panties in a tangle. "Or maybe I should let your 'boyfriend' suck my dick again while you watch. I'm sure he could give you some tips on how to give really good head." "Perverts," she screamed and ran out of the room. Seconds later we heard the door to her bedroom slam shut. That'll teach the snotty bitch not to spy on me, I thought. "Don't you feel better now?" I asked. "Breaking up is always hard to do." Benny didn't answer. He ran home as fast as his skinny legs could carry him. He even forgot his "Star Wars" underpants laying in a heap on the floor. Is that a skid mark I see? I suppose I should feel guilty about humiliating him in front of his "girlfriend" like that, but the way I look at it, he could have gone years before he realized he's queer, maybe even a lifetime. Just think about how many more cocks he'll be able to suck now. I can't wait to tell Rudy about this. Summer Sucks-4 Jason By Daniel I'm really worried. Tim and Rudy are spreading the word to anybody who'll listen that I like to suck guy's dicks. Trust me, gossip spreads like wildfire among the kids at Hoover High School. At least it's summertime, so the rumors don't fly quite as fast. But how will I be able to face the taunts and bullying of my cruel classmates when school starts in the fall? I wouldn't be in this mess if I had any common sense at all. I made the mistake of coming out to my friend, Carlos. That's not his real name. He's east Indian or something and nobody can pronounce his real name. It's about 15 letters long. Carlos and I are old friends. We were inseparable as kids growing up until he moved away about three years ago. We did everything together. We traded bicycles, wore each other's clothes, took music lessons together (we both play the flute), stayed overnight at each other's houses, even experimented with sex together. I remember one night when we were fooling around he showed me his dick and I showed him mine. He thought mine looked really funny because I'm circumsized. And I thought his looked strange because he was uncut, but I remember being fascinated by the foreskin covering his dick head. I wanted to touch it. I think I had feelings for Carlos. Is that possible when you're ten years old? When he moved away I was really sad. That was the end of our friendship until his family recently moved back to town. When we hooked up again after all this time, I fell for him completely. The boy with the baby fat who was my friend no longer existed. In three years Carlos had transformed into a genuine teen hottie. He has smooth skin the color of polished bronze and dark, penetrating eyes that make me melt. His body contours are long and elegant, like a dancer's, and he has beautiful lips the color of ripe cherries. We immediately clicked and, at our age, the topic of sex soon came up. I had this misguided idea that Carlos might be gay, so I wanted to find out what I could without coming out and asking him. Nothing seemed to work until this last conversation we had, when we started talking about masturbation and he asked me if I wanted to jerk off. I almost creamed in my pants right then and there. We borrowed a couple of his older brother's porno magazines and gave ourselves hand jobs in his bedroom. Carlos stripped naked except for a white cotton tee shirt that contrasted beautifully with his brown skin. I got carried away as my imagination transported me to a moghul palace where I was the sex slave of the young Indian prince. My eyes were drawn to the hinterlands below his shirttails, where his cock uncoiled from between his legs like a waking cobra, ready to strike. My mouth watered as he fisted his thick cock. When I saw the head of his snake-thick dick unsheath from its hood, I wanted to convert to Hinduism and worship the serpent-god. I guess the closeness and intimacy hit me hard because the fantasy was so real and intense. While Carlos paged through magazines and jerked off furiously over pictures of tits and pussies I longed for his body and jerked off furiously over the thought of sucking his dick. All of a sudden my hormones took over and I guess you could say I made a pass at him. Does putting his dick in my mouth count as a pass? I swallowed my pride and Carlos' cock in a single gulp. His cock stiffened as I wrapped my lips around it. His immediate reaction was to grab my head and pull back, but when he felt my tongue twirl around his cock and explore its sensitive ridges he laid back and sighed. I made love to his cock, worshiped it. Within minutes he spermed my mouth and pushed me aside. "You're a faggot, dude," said Carlos. Confirming the theory that all guys are assholes, he waited until after I sucked him off to go trippin' on me. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You used me, man. I thought we were buddies, almost like brothers. All this time you were playing me for a fool. You just wanted to suck my dick." "It's not like that at all." "You're nothing but a cocksucker." It felt like he punched me in the gut. I couldn't breathe and I couldn't stop him from kicking me out of his house. The whole thing caused a chain reaction that I'm living with now. How did Tim and Rudy find out that I'm a closet case? Three guesses. Now Tim and Rudy are spreading rumors about me. This whole mess is painful for me to talk about, so I'm only going to give you the condensed version of what happened next. I was supposed to meet my friend, Bobby, who's gay like me, at this park called Cherry Point. If it weren't for Bobby being there for me I'd have probably overdosed by now. Anyway, I was sitting on a park bench waiting for Bobby when Tim and Rudy of all people showed up out of the blue. "Yo, Jason," said Tim, acting like he's all that. "Oh, hi guys," I said. "We've been talking to our peeps and your name came up. Isn't that right, Rudy?" "That's right," said Rudy. "We've been looking all over for you. We want to find out for ourselves if what they're saying about you is true." "What are they saying about me?" I asked. "The word is you're a cocksucker," said Rudy. My face turned beet red. "Yeah, Jason," said Tim. "When we heard that, it hurt our feelings. You know why?" "No." "Because you haven't sucked our dicks yet." Rudy said, "We thought we were all so tight, you know? Then we find out you've been sucking cock yet you never even asked us if you could suck our cocks." "Don't you like us?" asked Tim. "You guys are cool," I said. "Then why don't you show us how much you like your buddies?" asked Rudy. "Why don't you guys just leave me alone." Tim said, "We will, Jason, as soon as you suck our dicks. I've got a really big cock that needs some attention." "Yeah, Jason," said Rudy. "Give us blow jobs and we'll keep quiet about you." "Why should I? The whole world seems to know about me." "Your daddy doesn't know," said Tim, sending a chill down my spine. If my dad finds out I'm gay, I'm dead. "Who's first?" I asked. "Suck me first," said Rudy. "Tim got his dick sucked by his new boyfriend yesterday." I found out later that Benny DeMarco sucked Tim's cock the day before. "Watch it," said Tim, laughing. "If you don't lighten up I won't let Benny suck your dick." It was a little comforting to know I'm not the only one getting the treatment. I sucked them off, one at a time, in a dingy stall of the Cherry Point men's room. One of them kept watch for the other as they took turns using my mouth. I was forced to suck their dicks kneeling in a puddle of urine. Of course there were no paper towels or toilet paper to wipe with afterwards, so I walked home with cum in my hair, smelling of piss, and crying my eyes out. I wish I could tell you it's the end of the story. Who knows? I'm not getting my hopes up, though. Tim and Rudy have me by the balls and they know it. I'm supposed to be at their disposal 24/7. They told me that I am their personal cocksucker now. To be continued? Don't forget to write me: danielgre@hotmail.com |
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