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Date: Sat, 07 Dec 2002 09:06:05 -0600 From: Ralph x Subject: JJ Chapter 22 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys and men. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Chapter 22 My Uncle was the only one to talk to our father that morning, being told about our grandmother. He said that he would take care of telling us, and making sure that we all understood the need for us to know that our grandmother had passed away in her sleep. He told our father about the big game last night, asking, if it was ok, and we felt up to it, after the sad news, for the boys go out and celebrate their victory and all. My father said it was ok, and that he understood we were not close to our grandmother, and felt no loss at all. This brought a smile to the master's face, now knowing that the evening's activities were not going to be hampered by the old lady passing. He hung up with our father and told us the sad news. He went on to explain that many years ago, our father and her got into a big argument, about him being a preacher, and that he should go out and get a real job making all kinds of money. She was very rich, he continued, and said that now our mother would inherit all the money, since she was the only child. Well that explained why we hardly ever saw her; in fact, the last time was years ago, when our grandfather had passed away. She had to send our parents the money to fly down to Florida for the funeral; she couldn't wait for us to drive down. When she wanted something she wanted it, now! Also, I learned that she was the cause of the argument between our father and his brother, the master. Somehow she learned that he was gay, and she thought that he should never be allowed to be near us boys, "You never know what those people will do with a young boy", she told our father. I guess the old lady was right, since here we were being slaves to our uncle, who was selling our bodies, to older men, for their pleasure. He also had his way with us more then once, since he came to watch us while our parents were at our grandmother's bedside. He was standing in his boxers, with John at his side, also in his boxers. The five of us were still in bed naked, from the night before, listening to every word. I could see both of their cocks were soft, but they were peeking out from the slits in their boxers. Kevin noticed the same thing, and got out of bed, and kneeling before John, he took his cock into his mouth. John said, "These kids are horny again", and Josh knelt before the master taking his soft cock into his mouth. The twins looked at me, and invited me over to their bed to join them, in some morning fun. This was the first time that the three of us ever had sex before, without me, or all of us, being forced. Kevin and Josh had brought the life back into the master and John's cock, which they were pumping into the boys' waiting mouths. Both boys were hard before they started sucking on the men's meat. Both were playing with their cocks, which pointed straight up against their bellies. As I walked over to the twin's bed, my hard cock leading the way, Jacob opened his mouth wanting to suck on my morning wood. Jon had already leaned over, taking Jacob's morning hard cock into his mouth. I was trying to turn over so the three of us could all have a hard cock in each mouth. Jon and Jacob realized what I was trying to do and made room on the bed so that the three of us could pleasure each other's hard cock. The master and John liked the idea of the three of us sucking each other's cock, and got down on the floor with Kevin and Josh. The master gave the directions, so that Kevin was still sucking on John's massive cock; John was sucking on Josh's cock. Josh was still sucking on the master's cock, and then he took Kevin's hairless bone into his mouth. The seven of us all had our cocks in someone's mouth, while each was sucking a hard cock of his own. Jacob had my cock deep in his mouth, and I could tell he was turning into a good cocksucker. His hand was wrapped around me at the root, while his head was going over my cock head, using his tongue at my piss slit. Every so often, he would take my whole cock all the way into his mouth, while his hand played with my nuts. I was trying to do the same to Jon, as Jacob did to me, knowing that he had practiced on Jon's cock, and Jon must have liked the way Jacob had serviced him. Jon was still sucking on Jacob's hard cock, but his fingers were deep into Jacob's ass, so I thought that I should be doing the same to him. The minute I began playing with his boy hole, his cheeks spread apart, giving me easy access to his pussy. I wet a finger, and slowly began inserting it into his hot love channel. It seemed that his body just sucked my finger deep into him, wanting more. After I had three fingers in his boy hole, he seemed to be satisfied for the time being, only to have Jacob tell us that he wanted my cock in his ass. He needed to have his ass fucked by my cock. I couldn't believe my ears, here was Mister Teen Stud, wanting my boy cock up his ass. We stopped sucking on each other, as Jacob laid on his back, and spread his legs wide, exposing his teen hole. He told me to stick my cock up his ass, and to cum deep in him. I lined my cock up to his boy hole, and slowly began to press my cock head into his chute. I wished that I had some KY jelly to ease my entry into that pretty hole. I asked Jon to get it, and apply it to my cock. Jacob told him to hurry up, 'cause he wanted my cock, now! I let Jon rub the jelly onto my hard cock, and then he rubbed more, into, and around Jacob's hole. Once again, I lined my cock up with his hole, and began again to enter his boy pussy. I knew that I could just keep on pushing all of my cock into his hole with the aid of the jelly. Jacob let out a gasp as I buried my cock till my balls were touching his ass. I just held it there for a second or two, before he began telling me to fuck his ass hard. Jon was beginning to play with my ass, inserting one finger deep into my hole. He must have coated it with more of the KY, because he was already fucking my ass pretty hard, with first one finger, then two. All this time, I was pumping my hard cock into Jacob's ass, who was enjoying feeling me inside him. The next thing I knew was Jon had spread my cheeks apart, and was sticking his hard cock into my boy hole. When he buried his cock into my ass, my cock just started shooting my cum into Jacob's boy pussy. Load after load of my morning hot cum emptied into Jacob's hole. His cock also started shooting his hot cum. The first shot hit me in the face, and I opened my mouth, trying to get some of it into my mouth. Jon must have been very horny, or was turned on so much from watching his twin cum, that he, too, began cumming deep in my hole. The three of us just fell into a heap, with our arms and legs all intertwined, and our mouths were pasted to each other. We all had that afterglow of a wild cum. We looked down at the hot action-taking place on our bedroom floor, with the John, Kevin, Josh and the master. This was the first time that the twins were able to get a good view of the massive meat that John had between his legs. They couldn't take their eyes off his man meat, as Kevin tried to take more and more of his cock into his mouth. Jon and Jacob looked at each other, and then slid off the bed joining Kevin, sucking on that massive man meat. The master had let go of Kevin's cock and just he and Josh were sucking on each other. Josh was close to cumming, he announced, and the master told him he wanted his morning load in his mouth. He began sucking harder and harder, trying to get Josh's balls to release their first load of the day, into his mouth. When he stuck a finger in Josh's love hole, he was rewarded with Josh's young boy load. Even the master couldn't swallow all of Josh's cum. It began flowing out from around the master's mouth, as it was wrapped around Josh's gusher. Josh had a smile on his face as he cried out in pleasure, releasing more, and more of his cum into the master's waiting mouth. Josh was too busy cumming, and enjoying himself, to notice the master's cock was beginning to twitch, as his cum was beginning to boil in his balls. I couldn't turn down a fresh load of morning cum from my master, and crawled over to him, taking his big twitchier in my mouth. I was rewarded quickly, with a blast of the master's man cum in my mouth. He just kept shooting his load in my mouth, as I tried to suck more and more of it. The three guys were doing a number on John's cock, which also erupted with its own cum, coating Kevin's, Jon's and Jacob's face with load after load of his morning cum. His cock like Kevin's and Josh's just kept shooting his hot cum up in the air. Jacob was the first to bring his mouth over John's cumming cock, taking his load right into his mouth. Jon pushed him aside, taking the next load, while Kevin waited for the next. All seven of us just laid down on our backs, spread out over the hard floor. T he master was the first to speak, telling us all we were one hot group of boys. That we all were going to have such a good time tonight, and didn't think we should have any more sex till this evening. We needed to save ourselves for the paying customers. He told us that we needed to clean up and get ready to go shopping. He said he needed to buy us some new clothes for tonight, and what he had in mind, was going to take us a little while, to drive over a few towns, to get. He told us that what he had in mind wouldn't be available in our little town, and even if it was, he couldn't take us into a sex shop, since we were too well known about town. Later that day, he bought each twin a black leather jock strap, which came loose very easily, being held together with just Velcro. He bought me another pair of black underwear, telling me that most likely, no one would see them, except maybe Jim. I didn't let on, but with the slip of his tongue, I now knew the man's name. He also bought Kevin a similar pair, which happened to be the same size. When it came to Josh, he picked out a pair of underpants that were almost like that of a girl's. They looked very dainty and lady-like. Josh started to put up a protest, but the master just looked at him, telling him that his date wanted a virgin, so he was going to be dressed like a girl virgin. Josh was still protesting, when the master gave him a backhand across the back of his head, almost knocking Josh over. "You'll do what I say, or else", he told Josh, who was holding back the tears. I do have to admit the master had good taste, when it came to clothes for us guys. I wasn't sure about the panties-like look of Josh's underwear, but the master seemed to know what he was doing, and what he wanted. The master told Josh that he was being paid $250 to give his "date" the look he wanted, and to keep his mouth shut. It was getting late as we drove back to town, with both the master and John giving us instruction, telling us what to expect, and what was expected of us. Jon and Jacob were to put on a show, just like they had done for us last night, going very slow, taking their time. They were to expose as much of their bodies, to the audience, as possible. They were not there for their own pleasure, but that of the men attending the show. When they were about to cum, they shouldn't cum in each other's mouth, but to lay back and let the audience see their cumming cocks. They were a real hot couple, and should not be surprised if a crowd gathered around them to get a better view. They were told to just pretend that they were alone, and that some of the guests might come up to them, and shoot their loads of cum on them. They didn't have to, but if they wanted, they could lick the cum off each other's bodies. The men liked watching teens licking hot fresh cum. After they had cum, the men most likely would be coming up to the stage, offering their hard cocks for servicing. They were to take care of the gentlemen, and suck their cocks the best they could. Some of the men were going to want their asses, so they should also be prepared to get some man meat up their holes. He told Josh, that he wasn't sure what his "date" had in mind for him, and that he was dropping him off at a hotel room the man had rented. He wasn't sure if the man was going to take his virgin ass then, or wait till later. He might want to show off his trophy at the party, before popping his cherry, or he may want to fuck his ass first, then tell everyone at the party what a good fuck he was, and how tight his hole was. When it came to Kevin and I, we also were being dropped off at a hotel room together. Kevin was a birthday gift to a friend of my "date", but he didn't expect anything to happen till we arrived at the party. I had already met my "date", and Kevin's was also a very nice man, who just loved young boys, and would treat him good. When we got home, he wanted all of us to take a little nap and then shower to get real clean. He told me that my job for the evening was to make sure that all our asses were nice and clean, that I was to use my fingers on their holes, like he did to me the other night. These men were paying a lot of money, and didn't want a dirty ass to fuck. I don't know why the master had me working on the other's asses as they showered, but I did as he told me. My cock was harder than a rock, but I cleaned their holes out with a soapy finger, as he did to me the other night. I wanted to grab my hard cock and give myself some relief, but I was afraid that would only anger him, and get me a beating. The master took Kevin, Josh and I over to the hotel where we were meeting our "date`. Again, like the last time, he went over a whole long list of instructions. I don't think any of us were paying much attention, because we all had our own thoughts in our heads. He seemed the most concerned about Josh, knowing that Kevin and I would be together, but Josh would be all alone. At the hotel, the master walked us to the rooms where we were going to meet our "dates". Josh was dropped off first, and was very nervous about his evening. I knew that from helping him cleanup for his big night; he also was very horny. Both Kevin and I gave him a big hug, telling him to have a good time. The man who answered the door was much older than my date, Jim, but he looked like a kind grandfatherly type. He grabbed Josh by the shoulders, and gave him a big hug and a smile. He looked out the door, and saw us walking away towards the master, and gave him a hands up signal, before closing the door. I knocked on the door to our "date's"" room, and the man from the other night, whose name I now knew was Jim, opened the door with a big smile on his face. "Come in, come in", he said to us, "and introduce your young friend". We walked into the room, and I introduced Kevin to Jim, and then turned to introduce him to a nice looking older man, sitting on the coach. He smiled at us, telling us that we can just call him Bob. I stuck out my hand and told him I was pleased to meet him, "Mr. Bob". "No, no boy, just call me Bob", the guy said. "And it's also nice to meet you. We're going to have a good time tonight" Looking at Kevin, he told him to come over and sit down next to him, so they could get to know each other better, much better. Kevin sat right next to him, and they started to talk. The next thing I knew, Bob had his arm around Kevin, and was holding tight, as they talked. I could see that both of them had begun to tent up their pants. I turned around and looked at Jim, who had a big smile on his face, and told me, "looks like we picked out a good birthday gift for Bob". He leaned down, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, and brought my lips up to his, with our tongues starting to do a little dance with each other, before he was able to get his tongue in my mouth. This man knew how to kiss, and my cock was reacting to his tongue in my mouth. I reached down with my hand, and could feel his cock responding to our kiss, too. We came up for air, and he told me to take it easy, as we had a long night ahead, and he didn't want to wear himself out too soon. Then he said to look at Bob and Kevin. Bob was really enjoying his birthday boy-present. He already had Kevin's shirt off, and was playing with his nipples, while Kevin's hands were playing with the Bob's hard cock. Bob was working his hands down towards Kevin's cock. We could see now that he was working on getting Kevin's pants open. Once Bob had Kevin's pants open, Kevin helped the man out, by raising his ass off the couch a little, and giving Bob a chance to get his pants lowered below his hard cock. Bob let out a gasp when Kevin's hairless cock and balls were exposed, telling Jim, "Take a look at this hairless crotch". "Happy Birthday, Bob", Jim said, looking at Kevin's hairless boy crotch and licking his lips. "Why don't we take care of these boys before the party", Bob said, taking Kevin's cock into his mouth? I smiled at Jim, and took off my shirt as he started to work on my belt buckle. His mouth found my nipples, as my arms were over my head taking off my shirt. Oh, did that feel good, tonguing with my nipples, as his hands worked my pants down over my hard cock. Kevin now was completely naked, lying on his back, with Bob working on his hard cock. He spread his legs, exposing his boy hole, which Bob started to work on with his tongue. Kevin grabbed his own cheeks, spreading them apart, giving Bob an easier time getting his tongue into his hole. My concerns over how Kevin would handle this had gone completely out of my head, looking at him now, enjoying his short time with Bob. I was also naked now, with Jim still sucking on my nipples, and his hands playing with my ass. His finger was close to my boy hole, and I loved the feeling that he was giving me. He gently laid me down on the bed and took my hard cock in his mouth. He had taken in my whole cock. My cock wasn't all that big, at about 5" inches, and he was able to get the complete cock deep in his mouth, till his lips were at the base. Jim had my hard cock in his mouth, while one hand was playing with my balls, and the other was working his finger into my boy pussy. He was driving me crazy and I could feel my cock leaking its pre-cum into Jim's mouth, where his tongue was licking off my cock head. He took my cock out of his mouth, but continued to play with my balls and boy-pussy. Every time my cock would leak a little pre-cum, he would tongue it right off. I tried to reach his cock with my hands, but it was out of reach, so I twisted my body around, and got a hold of what I wanted. I unzipped him, getting his hard cock out of his pants, when he pulled away, telling me just to lay there and enjoy. There was time enough for that later. Bob had Kevin's legs spread out and over his head as he worked on Kevin's boy hole with his tongue. I think the man knew somehow that Kevin loved for people to eat and fuck his ass. Bob had a finger in Kevin's hole as his tongue worked its way around the outer rim. Kevin cried out loud, "Oh, o--h, I'm going to cum". Bob moved his mouth over Kevin's cock, but started to fuck his ass harder with his finger. I knew that he was going to be rewarded soon, with more than a mouthful of boy cum. As Bob finger-fucked Kevin's hole with one hand, his other was stroking Kevin's cock, which was pointed right at his open mouth. Kevin's cock started shooting load, after load of his by cum right into Bob's opened mouth. He filled up Bob's mouth and still more and more of his cum shot out of his throbbing cock. Bob had a mouthful of Kevin's cum, and more cum on his face, before finally Kevin's cock stopped shooting cum. "I can't believe the amount of cum you shot, Kevin", Bob told him, as he licked his lips. Kevin smiled at him, and thanked him, "Now I want to suck on your cock", Kevin said. His head was moving down to Bob's pants, trying to get his hard cock out and into his mouth. "We'll just have to wait for that", Bob told him, as be backed away from Kevin. I couldn't hold back anymore, with Jim working on my ass and cock. I also said that I was going to cum, and Jim wrapped his lips around my cock, as it started to shoot my cum. I filled Jim's mouth with my boy cum, and none escaped. I didn't shoot nowhere near the amount that Kevin did, but I was surprised that he was still able to swallow my five loads of cum. The sucking action of Jim's mouth around my cock, just seemed to bring more and more of my cum from my balls, which were pressed tight against my body. Oh it felt so good having his lips wrapped around my cock. When I opened my eyes after shooting my cum down Jim's throat, both Kevin and Bob were standing there watching me as I came. I smiled at the both of them, and then thanked Jim for taking care of my needs. As Kevin and I started to put our clothes back on, while Jim and Bob just had there shirts off, I couldn't help but think about Josh, and wonder how he was making out. If you would like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome

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From: "Number1@tde.com" <number1@tde.com> Subject: First Meeting (M/M) Date: Wed, 14 Aug 1996 10:59:58 -0600 Organization: The Denver Exchange, Inc. This is my first posting and I hope you like it. Let me know what you think. number1@tde.com Standard Disclaimer: This story is meant for reading only by mature adults over 18 years of age. I was told by the Master coming over today to be ready when he arrived. He told me exactly what to be wearing, what toys to have available and how to act when he got here. First of all I was to be wearing a cock ring with ball stretcher, a jock strap, old jeans and an old un-needed T-Shirt. I was to have a good sized dilldo, leather belt, tube socks, tit clamps and lube available. I was to also have four large glasses of water near by. When I let him in the door and closed it I was to say nothing, I was to immediately get on my knees, call him SIR and wait. The arranged time was getting close. I was extremely nervous and excited. I was able to get everything he asked for except the tit clamps. I was hoping he would not be to upset. There I was, a couple of minutes from meeting him for the first time, standing at the door with my cock in a cock ring an ball stretcher. My cock was nearly ripping open my jeans with pressure from the excitement going through my mind. The door bell rang and my stomach sank to the floor. I opened the door and there standing before me was my Master. He is a stocky man, not well developed a roll or two. Very handsome face with full mustache and 5 O'clock shadow. His shirt was open at the collar and I could see just a bit of his hairy chest. He walked in and stopped. I closed the door, knelt before him and said, "Sir." He slowly walked around me and said, "Not bad, Boy!" He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back. He stared into my eyes, "Do exactly as I say and we will both get off. The only words I want out of your cock sucking mouth are Yes Sir, unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand me?" I stared back, licked my lips and yelled "YES SIR!" "Now get up and take me to the supplies of our pleasure." I got up and began to move to the bedroom where everything was laid out. About half way to the bedroom he yelled for me to stop. Confused, I stopped and turned to face him. "None of my boys ever were shirts. I want to see there naked chests. I thought I told you not to wear a shirt, Boy?" I thought for a moment about our previous conversation and I just did not remember him saying no shirt. "I am sorry..." "Are those other words coming from your ass licking mouth, BOY? NOTHING BUT YES SIR, REMEMBER?" I was now scared, his voice was very forceful. I was barely able to say it but I was able to manage a Yes, Sir. "First mistake, Boy. I will just have to relieve you of this shirt." He walked up to me and ripped the shirt from my heaving chest. My hairy chest was now in full view. He grabbed a hold of my tits and gave them a good, long and hard twisting. He then turned me around and proceeded to rip the remaining part of my shirt from my body. "Move on to the fun, Boy." When we got to the room I motioned to where all of the toys were. He walked past me grabbing my shoulder and pushing me to my knees. He then inspected the table of goodies. "Where are the tit clamps? Well that is mistake number 2, it will cost you Boy." He picked up a glass of water and gave it to me. "Drink all of it now!" As I did as I was told him man handled my stocky chest. He pinched and twisted my hot and hard tits. He rubbed my chest and stomach. When I was done with the water, he brought over another glass. "Drink it." This time he moved back and watched me drink the glass of water. "That's it boy, drink it all, you only have two more to go. I have already had mine and I am ready to piss a gallon." The third glass was placed in my hand. "All of it and now." He also grabbed a hold of the tube socks and rubbed them on my chest. I could barely take the third glass. My stomach was aching. I managed to get it down and drop the glass on the floor. He moved behind me, took my arms and tied them behind my back. He then brought over the last glass of water. "Last one, Boy. Open up." I opened my mouth and he fed me the last glass of water. "Open up cock sucker. Take all of this water." After all the water was in me he just moved away and stood there. He stood there for what seemed like an hour. The whole time I was about to piss in my pants. I finally said, "Yes, Sir." "What was that Boy? I can't hear you. Do you need to piss Boy?" "YES, SIR, YES, SIR." "Good so do I." He picked me up by the arm pit and led me to the bathroom. He shoved me into the tub and said, "Piss. Let me see you fill those jeans with your hot stale piss." It didn't take long, with my arms tied behind me, I leaned against the wall and let go. The front of my jeans were soaked in seconds. I just kept pissing and pissing. He was on the side of the tub and he had removed his cock from the fly in his jeans and gave me a hot load of bright yellow piss all over my jeans, stomach and chest. "Done, Boy?" "Yes Sir." "Good, get your cock sucking ass cleaned up quick and get back to the bedroom wearing only your cock ring and stretcher. He removed the socks that were binding my arms behind me, turned around and left. I was so excited with all of the piss in the tub and all over me, I didn't want to leave the smell and feeling behind. But I knew that I needed to move quickly or he might get mad. I removed my piss soaked jeans and jock and turned on the shower to wash. Reluctantly I did this in a hurry. As soon as I shut off the water I heard him scream. "Hurry up BOY, how long does it take for you to wash your sorry ass?" I jumped out of the shower toweled off and moved towards the bedroom with my rock hard cock leading the way. When I entered the room it was dark and I could only see an out line of a massive figure next to the bed. "Good Boy, I've been waiting for that ass of yours. You know you have made two mistakes today and now it is time to be punished. Pissing on you just turned you on, now get that ass over hear." I heard the sound of the leather belt hit his hand. I moved towards him. "Bend over and grab your ankles!" He rubbed my ass with his hands and began to lightly smack it. The smacking began to get harder little by little until they were more of a swat. Then he stopped for a second and wham! The belt hit my ass. He swatted my ass with that leather belt several times. "How is that boy? You like your sorry ass beat just a bit don't you?" "Yes Sir." "Well I don't want you to enjoy it too much." And with that he gave me one last wack with the belt. "Stand up cock sucker, and remove my shirt." I stood up and began to unbutton his shirt. I slowly removed it from his shoulders and laid it on a chair. I then stood back and put my arms behind my back. He approached me and put one hand behind my head and the other on my chin. He opened my mouth wide and and shoved his hot tongue down my throat. He tongue fucked my mouth hard and for a long time. He then wispered in my ear. "I am going to lie down on that bed and I want your cock sucking mouth all over me. I want you to lick my fingers, hands, arms, pits, face, chest and stomach. I want your saliva all over me. You got that boy?" "Yes Sir." He laid back and I went to work. I started at his face and slowly moved my way down to his neck. Then on to his arm pits, arms, hands and fingers. Back and fourth from side to side. I was saving his great hairy chest for last. I then moved on to his chest and licked every hair. All the while he was moaning loader and loader. and saying things like good boy, lick my hair, let me feel your hot tongue on my hair... As I moved my mouth past one of his tits he quickly grabed the back of my head and forced it down on the tit. "Chew that tit boy. Let me feel your hot mouth, tongue and teeth on that tit." I started slowly sucking hit nipple like the nipple on a baby bottle. Then I got a little rougher. Biting it gently and pulling on it. "HARDER BOY!" I bit down and pulled. He screamed with excitment. "Thats it boy. That feels real good. Work that tit." I continued my assult on his tit until he pulled me from it and placed my mouth on the other. I worked his other tit in the same manner. "Boy, now thats the way to work a tit. That is really turning me on. Keep it up, work them both back and forth." He removed his grip of my head and I did as I was told. Working back and forth until the tits were sticking straigt out. He reached down and took ahold of my aching cock and gave it a coupl of strocks. "Nice and hard boy, you must like this more that I realized. Now removed my shoes, socks and jeans. NOW!" I quickly removed his shoes and socks and moved up to unbutton his jeans. Slowly I pulled the jeans down from his waste exposing and thick, brown furry mat of crouch hair. Little by little I pulled and finally his hard cock sprung up from behind the jeans. I finished take off his jeans and then stood by the bed awaitng my next order. He just laid there, playing with his tits and strocking his cock. "You want this cock don't you boy?" "Yes sir!" "Well before it is yours, lick my legs, get them nice and wet with your spit as you did with my chest. Then move up to my cock and lick it. Don't suck it or you'll be sorry." As I was licking his hairy legs I reached up and began to fondle his cock. He jumped up, pushed my face into the bed with my ass hanging off the side. "I didn't say anthing about touching my cock shit head. Now your going to pay for disobaying." He grabbed the belt and swatted my ass several times. When he was finished punishing my ass he once again tied my arms behind my back, grabbed my hair and pulled me to my knees. He pushed my face into his crouch. "Lick don't suck, boy." I began to lick each inch of his rock hard cock, the big patch of hair and then down to his balls. When he was staisfied that I had done a good job of licking him he pulled my head away. "Open your mouth boy." He pointed his cock towards my open mouth and moved it slowly in. I Shut my mouth to suck it and he pulled it away. He repeated this until I finally got the message that I was not to suck it, I was to leave it sitting in my mouth. He moved his cock in and out of my mouth. He would then take it and slap againest my furry face. I wanted to suck his cock so bad, but didn't dare make a move. The last few swats with that belt were enough, I just want to do what he wanted. He turned around, bent over and grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them before my eyes. "Clean that crack boy." "Yes sir." I moved forward and began to lick his crack. From the bottom of his back to the back side of his balls. I then moved in and gave him the best rimming that I could do. "Oh yea boy, Now that is nice. Stick that hot tounge of yours up my ass. Oh boy that is great, now fuck that ass with your tounge. Come on boy, deeper let me feel that tounge up my ass." Not one to disappoint at this time I did exactly as told and fucked his hot ass with my tounge for several minutes. He then stood up and turned back around and stuck his balls in my mouth. "Wash them and chew them boy." After working his balls for awhile he finally gave me his cock. "Suck it nice and slow boy, I am so excited right now I could shoot quick and I don't want to. Take it easy and don't make me cum." I worked the head of his cock and then the shaft. Working it in and out of my mouth slowly and with out much preassure. I too, didn't want him to cum. "That is just fine boy. Now move that ass on to the bed, lay on your back." I got up and he untied my hands. I laid down, and he retied my hands above me to the head board. "Now, it is your turn boy. You no longer have to say just yes sir. I want to hear everything you have to say." He lifted my legs into the air and began to eat my ass. "Nice ass boy, I am going to get it nice and wet for you. You'll like that wont you?" "Oh, yes sir. Please lick my ass. Make it nice and wet so you can fuck it sir." He stopped for a moment and picked up the dilldo that was close by. He put it againset my mouth. "Open up and suck on this and get it wet boy. " I opened up and he shoved it in and went back to my ass. When he was done, he took the dilldo and placed it at my hot, wet and ready hole. "Tell me what you want boy." Fuck me sir, fuck my ass with that dilldo, please fuck me, fuck me." With that he grabbed my cock and pulled on it as he slowly inserted the dilldo up my ass. Little by little I took the 10" dilldo up my ass. Once inside he let it sit there for a moment and then he began to really fuck me. "Oh sir, yes sir, yes sir. Fuck my sorry cock sucking ass sir. Fuck me." " You like this don't you. Its going to make you shoot won't it?" "Yes sir, please let me cum sir, while you fuck my ass with that dilldo, please sir, I really need to cum. You have made me so hot, please sir." He untied my hands and told me to beat my cock. He had my legs up so that when I did cum it would cum all over my hairy chest. He fucked me harder and harder with that dilldo as I furiously beat my me. "I'm cumming sir, I'm cumming" "Good thats what I want boy, let me see you shoot your hot load, come on boy, shoot." It started slowly but then it hit. Wave after wave of hot white juice splatterd againest my heaving chest. When I was done he lowered my legs and left the dilldo in my ass. He moved next to me and began to rub the cum into my chest. He took some of my cum on his fingers and moved them to my mouth. "Open boy." I did and I sucked my own cum off of his fingers. He took cum and rubbed into my beard, pits, crouch just every where. He then got up and sat on my face. "Eat that ass as you did before boy. I am going to shoot on your chest. Eat it now." I spead his cheeks and dug in. I could feel him beating his meat. He was real close and it didn't take long for him to bathe me in his manly load. When he was done he got up and ordered me out of the room and for me not to return for 15 minutes. When I returned he was gone. There was only a note. "Your good boy, real good. I'll be back."

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Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 13:20:33 -0400 From: Danny Meyer <sittinhome@hotmail.com> Subject: BOYZ BRUTAL TRAINING SCHOOL - Chapter 11 Archive;'Boyz Brutal Training School #11'{Danny Meyer}( MB, BB, slow, bd, sm, cbt, tort, anal, inc, twink )[] _________________________________________________________ BOYZ BRUTAL TRAINING SCHOOL - A FANTASY IN EROTIC FICTION CHAPTER 11 - HARRIS TWINS PUNISHMENT, (cont'd.) A NEW DEVELOPMENT _________________________________________________________ by Danny Meyer Copyright (C) May 12, 2001 by Danny Meyer. All rights reserved. Please send comments to: Danny, at sittinhome@hotmail.com all mail is private and confidential all comments are welcome If you want a reply, please say so. I'll write back. If you don't say "Reply," I'll respect your privacy. _________________________________________________________ 'PLEASE NOTE THE FAQ AND OTHER INFORMATION AT THE BOTTOM' _________________________________________________________ WARNING If it is not legal or ethical for you to read erotic stories, particularly of a gay or homosexual nature, please exercise your obligations as a responsible citizen and select suitable reading material. This story contains fictional graphic depictions of actions and tendencies considered extreme by many people. This entire story is purely a fantasy, and is for entertainment purposes only--it is not a reflection of life. All readers are warned not to attempt to re-enact, or recreate any of the actions or incidents portrayed or implied in any of this story's contents or events, which are entirely unreal, fictitious, and potentially dangerous. The foregoing and subsequent text applies to all chapters and portions of this story--past, present, and future. This fantasy was written for gay men and women. The orientation is gay male. Some bisexual men and women may also enjoy it, as well as some straight men and women, who are curious. If you like male to male sex and 'reasonably harsh' torture, read on. This is a fictional story. None of this ever really happened. None of the people are real people. Most of the characters are in the 13 to 18 year-old age range. The story is all about sex and pain, with young adult men, mainly from age 24 to 28, and younger men (students) from age 13 to 22. All of the action involves males in the age groups described-- in other words, exclusively gay activity. The cast is 100% male. If you like, and you're allowed to read this, please read on. If not, please select a different story, and have a good day. No hatred or prejudice here. ___________________________________________________________ Although this fictional fantasy takes many liberties and harsh flights of the imagination in depicting the infliction of pain, out of respect for the human body and for the dignity of being, there is no organic or functional destruction. There is no scat, no unwashed persons, nor is there any violent forcing of sex used as a substitute for the more ethical S&M and BDSM, which involves the controlled application of pain and some formalised humiliation, as its chief disciplinary tools. ___________________________________________________________ ALL NAMES PLACES AND EVENTS USED IN THIS STORY ARE WHOLLY FICTITIOUS, AND BEAR NO CONNECTION WITH, RESEMBLANCE TO OR RELATION TO ANY REAL ENTITY. ANY SUCH SIMILARITY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL. ___________________________________________________________ ***** CAST LIST FOR CHAPTER 11 ***** ____________________________________ CAST LIST - ALSO PROVIDES A FEW FACTS ABOUT THE STORY ___________________________________________________________ Gordon: (NARRATOR) - Owner and headmaster of the training school *John: A newly hired master at the school Darryl and Timothy Harris: 18-year-old twins facing punishment O'Malley, Rogers, and Forniky: 13 year-old boys - cute, notoriously naughty little hellions Jamie Darefield: 13-year-old friend and dorm-mate of the hellish trio Tommy Fuller: Virgin 13-year-old Richards: In charge of thirteen-year-olds and the smaller of the fourteen-year-olds Thomas: A Senior Master and Gordon's close friend Debbins, Jenkins, and Michaels: Masters - ages 23 to 28 and participating in the punishment of the Harris twins *Troy: A senior student (21) - the school's electronics and video specialist *Jason: A student, 18 - highly aroused at the moment because of the effects of an especially strong, sexually-stimulating potion, called super-tea (Jason: Ch. 4 - 7; upcoming chapters) Other characters from previous chapters are not listed. * Not appearing in this chapter _________________________________________________________ CHAPTER ONE is a good basic introduction to the school. CHAPTER NINE contains a note, "To the Reader," that gives additional information about the school. _________________________________________________________ SEE FREQUENTLY ANSWERED QUESTIONS (FAQ) AT BOTTOM OF FILE _________________________________________________________ AT THE END OF CHAPTER NINE... I decided I had to have him in my mouth again while he was still screaming, and slowly impaled myself on him. The sensation in the mouth from vibrations of a very hard penis while its owner is screaming are indescribable. I continued for some time, delicately torturing the boy, with tongue and lips. "You taste so good, Darryl. I felt your strong throbs in my mouth. You need to have your penis comforted and sucked, boy. Again and again." I proceeded to engulf the hot, towering, adolescent erection-- sliding as I pressed my tongue deliciously against it. Darryl pounded his head, repeatedly, against the pole he was tied to; wrenched and twisted, in a vain attempt to escape from the inescapable pleasure that was now gruesome torture, for the lad. "No. Not again. AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I wondered which was the more exquisite sensation for the poor boy--his colossal ache for orgasm, his fear of further touching, or the gut-wrenching pain of his tight, swollen scrotum. I stepped back to look at the pair of them--Darryl moaning in agony, Tim writhing in arousal and frustration. What delectable boys! I began to ponder the next, more painful phases of punishment, for the twins. _______________________________________________________ (Chapter 11) - Harris Twins Punishment, (cont'd.) A new development Darryl's nuts had become so tight from the gruelling cock-teasing they were now extremely sore. I could see the ache was intense. Any more pain with no relief, and Darryl might withdraw, mentally, which would end the fun with him. "OK, get him down to floor level. Master Thomas, ice his nuts. The lad is too hot. Some water for both of them too." Hot wasn't the word. With all that Darryl was feeling, pain was a single item in the matrix of his current experience. Speaking about the pain would precipitate it in his mind, and make it more intense for him. It was better never to mention the actual suffering, and let it remain, diffused in his other thoughts. The ice would relieve the swelling and the ache, if applied for short intervals. This was different from the pain-producing immersion of a boy's nuts in ice water for prolonged periods--the icy water totally surrounding the nutsack. Applying ice cubes in an ordinary manner could not simulate such an enveloping effect, and would help alleviate the lad's pain and discomfort. As I thought about it, an uninformed observer would probably think us all mad--causing pain one moment and relieving it the next. It was the way of life, I mused. Everything goes in cycles of ups and downs. Jenkins and Debbins lowered Darryl to the floor and removed the box he was standing on while I waited for Thomas to return with the ice. "Thank you, Sir," Darryl said, in rough, breathy tones. "Sir, what about Timmy?--I mean, Timothy, sir." Glancing over at the other twin, I could see Tim's nuts were as tight as Darryl's--and probably as sore. "Master Michaels, tell Master Thomas we need ice for the other one, too." "Yes, sir." "As a matter of fact, take the boys inside to the break area, I'll join you there, momentarily." I had another idea--another prelude before we would have the pleasure of seeing the twins engaged in sexual intercourse--their performance--more or less as they were when Thomas had caught them in the act, a short while ago. While Michaels escorted the twins to the adjoining break area, I explained to the other masters present, Jenkins and Debbins, that I would be out of the room for a short while. I told them they were to look after things, and tidy up the place. I then went to the adjoining room, to tell Thomas and Michaels of my impending absence. "Well, I see the boys are in good hands, gentlemen. I'm going to be out of the room for a short while, so give them a good break--perhaps a massage. We want them in tip-top shape for the next segment." "Oh, thank you sir," was the dual remark from the twins. Although I had nothing against giving the students pleasure, the massage I mentioned was not for the twins' enjoyment--it would actually invigorate them. At this point, no one knew what would comprise the next segment. I wasn't entirely certain, myself. "I'm on my way to see Richards," I said to Thomas and Michaels. "I have an idea for our session." Thomas wisely remained silent at this announcement, but Michaels raised an eyebrow. "Sir!" Michaels said, "Isn't Richards in charge of the 13-year-old boys?" "Yes. I just put him there recently, but he's very familiar with all of their cases and knows most of them quite thoroughly," I said, deliberately missing the point. "Oh sir! You're not... thinking of--" "Never mind what I'm thinking, Michaels," I said, grinning. "I'll be back as soon as I can." In a few moments, I was walking down the hallway, headed for the nearest phone. I could have called from the punishment room, but I wanted to talk privately with Richards, so the others would remain in the dark, regarding my plan. Before walking the whole way over there, I had to check with Richards to see if there were any boys available, as the hour was late. I heard the click as Richards picked up the phone. "Hello Richards. Are you still having your fun with the boys just out of isolation?" "Hi, Gordon. Sorry to say, I'm behind schedule--I'm going to let them out, shortly. Truth be known, I'm tempted to wait until morning, sir." Younger boys were often punished by putting them in isolation wearing chastity belts--right after a good cock-teasing, of course. This particular group of young ones had been in 'chastised isolation' for two weeks, and would be quite randy and rambunctious, by now. "I'm glad to hear that, Richards. No, don't postpone anything. This works in with my plans, perfectly. Put the fear of God into them. Tell them I'll be there, and keep them standing at attention. Don't do anything else until I get there. I'm on my way." "Great to hear, Gordon. Looking forward to it." All was indeed well with the world. I was sufficiently excited that the walk to Dorm 13 was over before I knew it. Upon arrival, I nodded to Richards, who returned the nod. I faced the line-up of over a dozen 13 and 14-year-olds. The few 14-year-old boys in this group were the decidedly timid, or less mature ones, who appeared to be age 12 or 13. Thus, this bunch was rightly referred to as the thirteen-year-old group. With some taller exceptions, notably known as 'big boys,' this lot of 17 boys ranged in height from 4 foot 8 to about 5 foot 2* --all slender, with their striking cherubic faces looking quite frightened, and with their chastity tubes standing straight up. * 142 cm. to 157 cm. tall The tubes of course, sometimes also called 'cups' were part of the chastity belt, and were a simple hollow tube with a large hole at the tip, and many smaller holes in it, fitted over the penis to prevent any sexual manipulation. A special arrangement of straps and a lock prevented the boy from removing the tube, or otherwise getting access to his penis. The holes were for urination and ventilation. I could hardly wait to get the tubes off, and see the hard flesh, now hidden inside them. I wondered whether their apparent dread of me was based on a fear of added painful punishment to come, or fear of my extending their forced, sexual abstinence. "I suppose, boys," I began, "that you've all learned your lesson?" "Yes sir!" was the enthusiastic reply. "I see. That is good," I said. "And I suppose you are all also horny?" At this question, all of them began to get charmingly red-faced. Most of them looked down, in embarrassment, as if horny thirteen- year-old boys were a well-kept secret. They shuffled their feet a bit, while mumbling softly, "Yes, sir." "I can't hear you, boys. Stand up straight, look me in the eye and speak clearly." "Yes, sir," came the louder, clearer response. I had the boys remain at attention while I took Richards out of earshot. "How is the terrible trio doing these days, Richards? Where are they, anyway?" "Oh, you mean O'Malley and sons." "Ha! That's a new name for them, Richards. Yes-- O'Malley, Rogers and Forniky." The three of them got into more trouble and did more mischief than any other ten boys, combined. "O'Malley is definitely the ringleader, now. I didn't dare let them out of isolation until you got here," Richards said, mildly distressed. "You want to adopt them as roommates, or put them in the senior dormitory, Gordon?" "That bad, eh?" "Worse. If they weren't so damn cute and sexy I'd beat them, continually." "I see. I'm afraid roommates are out of the question," I said, going along with Richards' half-serious joke. "Putting those three in the senior dorm would be risky business--I don't know who would get the worst of it--the senior boys or the three hellions." "Yes, Gordon," Richards said, controlling his laughter, "they do have a reputation for torturing the poor seniors." "And masters, too, from the sound of it. The horniest three boys on earth, if you ask me. They haven't done anything damaging, have they?" "No, nothing that I could whip them for, unfortunately." Whipping was forbidden as too harsh for thirteen-year-olds, generally, but doing damage to property or to another boy was grounds for more serious disciplinary action, including whipping --although a good strapping could be equally painful, and far less damaging, of course. "Glad to hear that, Richards. Let them out while I run to the restroom.* Put them in wrist manacles, first. Oh, and give all 17 of them a dose of our tea--double for the three hellions." * toilet "OK, Gordon." I took a good pee, and got quite an erection just thinking about my three favourite boys. Soon I was facing them--the three cutest, most horny and devilish little boys I have ever had the pleasure of dealing with, playing with--or punishing. They were quite small, about 5 feet* tall, wiry thin, half- smirking most of the time, and looked charming with their flat, smooth chests, hairless bodies, and chastity cups throbbing, pointing upwards--betraying their anxious little erections. In short, I adored them, and they knew it--although I played it very tough with them, and they played back--feigning diligence, fear, or strict obedience, as appropriate. It was all fun and games with me in this unique kinship with the impish trio--except for punishments and training sessions. * about 152 cm. tall The fact that Richards had manacled their wrists was enchanting enough. Particularly enticing was the fact that he had also chained them together at the waist, so there was less free motion available to them. O'Malley had medium-light reddish-brown hair, satanic-looking, devious green eyes, and was the most mature of the three, all around. He possessed a solid-looking erect penis, stretching not quite a full 4 inches,* cut, but enormously thick, for his age. O'Malley definitely deserved his post as leader of the three for his intelligence, cunning manner, assertiveness, and speaking ability. With his thicker penis, O'Malley was popular, as a top, with the younger crowd. * 10 cm. Rogers was the blonde of the gangly group, with an angelic face and that smooth golden skin so many blondes are blessed with. He was truly beautiful. Rogers effectively gave the illusion of being a much quieter boy than he actually was. He was slightly smaller than O'Malley but had the largest penis of the trio, poking out hard at about 4 and 3/4 inches,* cut. Rogers was easily the most sexually excitable of the three, and more than the others, could be found fucking the nearest willing boy if left unguarded for more then two minutes. * 12 cm. Forniky, the smallest and least mature of this notorious little 13-year-old trio, had striking dark brown hair, a slightly lighter version of Mediterranean-coloured skin, and piercing, brown eyes, which gave him a serious, mature look for his small size--a total deception. Forniky was, by far, the most rowdy and rambunctious of the three, and the only one not yet capable of ejaculating. He was uncircumcised. Forniky's beautiful, uncut erection measured scarcely 3 inches,* and his pert, tiny, alert nipples and cute, little-boy looks were unmatched, in the entire student population. When erect, his foreskin was capable of being retracted over the thick head of his diminutive penis, but only with the application of considerable force, and with great pain--a fact I had used to my advantage, in the past. * 7.5 cm. It was time to address this trio of terror. "Well, boys," I intoned, sharply, "I see you're in trouble, AGAIN. Luckily you're chained together, how marvellous. But I understand you've been bad, the three of you." "Yes, sir," they said, in sheepish tones, trying their best to sound contrite when contrition was the last thing on their minds. "I think I'll leave you three tied together and save you until last." O'Malley's eyes widened, perceptibly. His alert, quick-thinking mind had figured out there was something bad, brewing, for the three of them, and it wasn't more tea. "Master Richards, we'll take off all the chastity belts now, except for these three rascals." "Yes, Master Gordon." You could hear 14 thin, boyish voices cheer quietly at this news. Removing the chastity tubes from their petrified dicks was one of the most arousing activities I had ever performed. Unusually large rivers of pre-cum adorned their groins, so much so that I took Richards aside to question him. "What have you done to the poor lads?" I asked, in mock indignation. "The pre-cum? Yes! The senior lads got their revenge. A large group of them came five, six times a day, every day, and sucked the little darlings to the point of orgasm many times. Nearly drove the boys mad. Of course that meant removing the chastity belts, temporarily, so I supervised, closely" "Splendid, Richards. Little boys who've been cock teased to death and denied orgasm for two weeks. Good job, mate!" "Thank you, sir." I could hear the plaintive breath of sexual frustration and anxiety, as we removed the remaining chastity devices. "All right, boys, line up," I commanded, and proceeded to inspect them all--tugging sensuously on each tight little erection. I grouped the fourteen, un-manacled boys into seven pairs, making sure each pair consisted of boys of unequal height. "Face your partner," I said. "I think you all need a little more penile stimulation. Your erections look like they're drooping." Of course, that was a lie, but now they knew what I was up to. "The taller of the pair kneels first," I continued, "and sucks his partner's penis until he gives the warning signal that he is close to climax. Then, the standing partner kneels and returns the favour. If one of you cums, I'll strap the lot of you, publicly, at noon, daily, until further notice." The penalty would assure there would be no 'accidental' orgasms. The sounds of mouths slurping on wet cocks was soon overcome by the boys' sensual, distressed moans. I spotted a pair that switched positions ten seconds after the sucking had begun. I walked over to them, angrily. "You, there! What do you think you're doing? You've given the warning signal in less than ten seconds. As far as I'm concerned, that's cheating. I'll have to make an example of you. Mr. Partner, on all fours. Mr. Cheater, bend over your partner's body." Out came the dreaded, slotted aluminium paddle. "Whack! Whackk! Whacckk!! WHACK!! WWHHAACKKKKKK!!!" I repeated this sequence five times. The boy's high-pitched screams of pain were astounding. Equally titillating were the turned heads of all the standing partners, and the fearful, raised eyeballs of the kneeling boys fortunate enough to be facing the right direction to get a look at this arousing exhibit, as the sucking continued throughout the brutal, well-paced paddling. Then I made the howling boy turn over, so he was bent, backwards over his shaken partner, making his penis highly prominent and accessible. Of course, it was hard and flat, against his abdomen, with its underside staring me in the face. I took a specially made, thin, flat bamboo stick and slapped it down, mightily on the boy's erection. This, of course, knocked the wind out of him long enough to delay his fierce, agonising screams. Three excruciating applications of the bamboo were sufficient to make my point--in spite of the fact that the redness and pain would soon disappear. The onlookers gulped, in horror, and an air of diligence settled over the room. "Carry on boys, and no more cheating." Richards and I kept watching the boys while we talked, out of earshot. Richards informed me that Jamie Darefield was scheduled to top for his first virgin fuck--a process by which some younger virgins were deflowered, semi-privately, and by a relatively inexperienced boy of their own age--Jamie, in this case. Making a pubic spectacle of a boy's first introduction to having a penis inside him was too traumatic for most 13-year-olds. Jamie was emotionally sensitive, and a kind, though relatively inexperienced top--making him perfect for this occasion. Of course, besides the main event being the deflowering of a virgin boy, the point was that Jamie had never been with a virgin, and the stress of the new experience always proved interesting for a young top boy--especially since he was told that if he hurt his virgin partner excessively, his body would be at the mercy of the senior boys' dormitory for a night or more. "We'll have Jamie do it now," I said to Richards. "I'll work it in." I could see the sucking was over, and it was time to move on. "Boys! Stay in pairs. Over to this table and line up!" Of course, they all knew what that meant. Richards handed me the cane. "Hold your partner's wrists firmly at one end of the table, and I'll take care of him at the other end." The next 15 minutes were filled with the sounds of the 'whip, whip, whip' of the cane, accompanied by horrendous screams from heads that raised up, sharply with each flesh-searing blow of the thin, flexible instrument. The explosive impact was monumentally painful, and I aimed carefully, giving each boy 12 intensely powerful strokes. Nice, parallel red lines quickly adorned each boy's formerly pristine spheres. I 'accidentally' missed on the last few shots, smacking below the buttocks on the very sensitive area at the top of each boy's legs--to the sounds of wailing, high-pitched, blood-curdling, screams, of course. When all had had their turn, the boys looked charming--wandering about, half- dazed, looking quite abashed and rubbing their sore buttocks. "All right, boys. Line up again. I hear there is a virgin among you who is to be deflowered, tonight, by Jamie Darefield." Jamie was already beside me. "Will the virgin come forward." One strikingly cute and tiny blonde little boy stepped forward, Tommy Fuller. Looking at the lad's thin build, the name was hardly appropriate, and he seemed an unlikely candidate for a deflowering, but this inaugural penetration was voluntary. I had Tommy climb down to a low, well-padded 'treatment table' and on to his back. Richards came forward with the necessary supplies, and I personally lubricated Jaime's penis and Tommy's fiery, waiting hole--which was quivering from the lad's nervous trembling. I heard the motors of the overhead cameras whirring, softly-- positioning themselves for a good view of the scene to come. "All right, lad," I said to Jamie, "get down there on top of him and have him put his legs on your shoulders. I assume you can do the rest?" "Oh, yes, sir," Jamie gasped, his heartbeat almost audible. "Well begin, then, boy!" It was heart-warming to watch as the top boy--fully as nervous as the bottom--tried to find a way to guide his penis to the hole that would receive such a thing for the first time. Tommy's eyes sought Jamie's, as if silently asking if everything would be all right, and Jamie's return gaze bore no intelligent reply--other than the fearfulness and insecurity that seemed a duplicate of Tommy's apparent sate. The virgin bottom had the additional fear of the unknown, of course. As we watched the immature couple, Jamie was in a sort of push-up position, shifting his weight awkwardly, trying to achieve a balance so he could free his right hand to guide his taut penis to its target. After abandoning that position, Jamie knelt in a sort of crouch, and tilted his head to look down at his little dick as he tried to centre it over Tommy's virgin hole. He slid his stone-like erection around, clumsily, trying to find the hole--inadvertently torturing the poor, tense bottom, who jerked and jolted, sensually each time the head of Jamie's penis flicked across Tommy's tight little opening--with Tommy getting such pangs of pleasure from the process, one would think it was the head of the boy's penis, rather than his anus, that was being so stimulated. When the tip of Jamie's organ finally settled into the small, ribbed ring that was his target, he looked up at Tommy with a stare of startled anticipation coupled with fear that reinforced their locked gaze--as if he were quite proud that his penis had managed to find the right spot, and suddenly mortified that it was time to begin and prove himself as a top--without mangling the little lad--with everyone watching, of course. With Jamie looking up at Tommy, we could see the boys' priceless facial expressions--and the tip of Jamie's penis poised for a journey that his partner would experience for the first time. Laser-guided cameras showed a close-up of the two organs about to be united. A second view showed the lads' faces and precious expressions. The moment Jamie applied a little pressure with his cock, Tommy shut his eyes tightly. His mouth dropped open and he took a breath--that enviable new breath of sex and fear combined; of unbearable youthful excitement and discovery--that once in a lifetime experience, exhilarating beyond measure. Their eyes locked more fiercely together, and Jamie--half questioning his bottom as if hesitant to begin, and half-delirious with his aching sexual need--shivered, enticingly as he pressed more insistently against the stiff, unyielding flesh. Tommy's eyes opened momentarily, but they soon lost their tension and he closed them again--his guardian muscular ring yet un-violated. Tommy had refused manual stretching--a customary process the top normally performed with greased fingers--gradually loosening the tight hole prior to entry, making penetration easier, of course. Tommy had insisted he wanted it to hurt if it was going to hurt, and nothing was to go inside him that would precede the intended organ. He was a strong, brave little boy--swooning dreamily, and half-intoxicated with admirable, youthful idealism. The next second changed Tommy's reticence when Jamie's insistent pressure slid the first half inch of his hardness into the hole that anticipated it. Tommy gasped, bit his lip and tried not to cry out. But as the corona of Jamie's thick head progressed to the centre of the anal ring and stopped, it stretched Tommy to the maximum, and the boy shouted, energetically, in pain. "Do the kind thing, Jamie," I prompted. "Pop the head in for the poor boy, and relieve his pain." With a quick thrust of his young hips, Jamie complied, and the "Ahhhhh," emitted by Tommy was ambiguous as to whether pain or pleasure was its source. I could tell Jamie was a bit unsure, at this point, and he turned to me. "Sir, I--" "Just slide in gently, boy." And he did. The audience of their pre-pubescent fellows was spellbound and awash in pre-cum. Presently, Jamie moaned in ecstasy and Tommy thrashed about--awash himself in waves of intense, overwhelming new sensations in the half-unconscious process of drawing the top into himself and responding passionately to the success of his effort--welcoming each thrust of the advancing intruder. Later, in the normal sequence of events, after a younger bottom was well broken in, he would eventually have plenty of opportunity to engage in less considerate incidents of intercourse. It was these seventeen boys' first few moments of freedom after their two weeks' isolation--and out of the chastity belts, for most of them. Save three, I had caned them all--each with the full assembly of the others watching while their comrade took the beating-- shouting such kind and encouraging comments as, "Give it to him!" "Yeah, beat his butt!" "Harder!"--as those magnanimous and noble creatures we call 'little boys' are wont to do. Now, with their back ends still freshly striped, I gave them 'free for all' time, to see what activities they would engage in. For starters, I told the boys to join Jamie and Tommy--to encourage them and cheer them on. Of course, my favourite three were permitted only to stand and watch--cocks dripping in sensual envy. Boy upon boy, of this healthy little thirteen-year-old pack, added himself to the cluster--pile of people, I should say--a quivering heap of lustful flesh. At first, they embraced and encouraged Jamie--who was quite tense about fucking his first virgin, though that didn't affect his raging erection; to say nothing of the virgin's fear, which intensified with the sudden presence of the mass of humanity that had joined in. Tommy got his share of attention and support-- what little of it got through to his semi-delirious consciousness at the time. It didn't take long before Jamie's orderly cheering section had become, except for the virginal couple, a jumble of jarring, boisterous boy flesh--unbearably horny, and rolling, pushing together, pulling apart--shifting position and squirming about, until it was not wise to try to determine whose dick was in whom or what orifice; who was top, who was bottom; who was screaming and squealing in the joy and agony of his first 'big-boy' fuck, and which big boy was groaning with his first orgasm in two weeks--inside a tight, less-experienced little lad. Like Salmon swimming mightily upstream and momentarily getting nowhere, the lump of boys kicked and thumped and squirmed and slapped and screamed--going nowhere but frantically inside each other. In the midst of this were the shouts of unprecedented ecstasy as Jamie shot his young semen into his partner, and Tommy yelled and screamed from the unexpected tidal wave of inexorable pleasure. The sights and scents--of every conceivable part of this collection of young, determined bodies, and of the sounds of their youthful grunts and groans, enhanced by occasional applications of the cane--were stunningly erotic, surpassing any moment in recent memory. It seemed they were all cumming at once now--some for the second time. I broke up the group and lined them up, to observe the next event. It was time to attend to my three special hellions. "O'Malley, Rogers, Forniky, come up to the table." Without explanation, I bent the trio--still chained together-- over the fine wooden table, and called for a thicker cane. I had six other boys hold their wrists down firmly, so there would be no funny business. I aimed carefully so each stroke would land painfully across all three perfectly hairless pairs of buttocks. "Whap! Whapp! WHAP! WWHAPPP! WWWHHHAAPPP!" The thicker cane made a more deadly sound than its flexible, thinner, more boy-friendly cousin. Fifteen strokes in all--and their screams were breath-taking. There was something overwhelmingly arousing about hearing three distinctly different young voices, shouting and screaming, simultaneously with each eye-opening sting of the cane; watching the red stripes develop, angrily on their hairless mounds of flesh--tantalisingly tight and begging to be punished--and knowing that for all their complaint of pain on their otherwise useless rear ends, they would all proudly compare stripes, in the morning, bragging about who had the most vicious-looking ones. I left their chastity tubes on and spared their cocks, presently, but aimed a few cautious blows to their tight little nuts--amidst anguished shouts of agony. The room was thick with the screams and smells of the boys and the invariably aroused onlookers. I spoke to them in soft, sincere tones, bending over the spot where their sweating, breathless forms were still draped--their spent upper bodies forming three anomalous lumps on the tabletop, like left-over mashed potatoes. "Did that hurt boys?" "Yes, sir." "Really badly?" "That was the baddest, sir," O'Malley said, confidently. "Do you lads want to take out your revenge on some senior boys, maybe?" The trio assented immediately, and with great enthusiasm. "I think that can be arranged, lads." I counted my plan a success. The fate of Darryl and Timothy Harris was now in the hands of three, unpredictable, notorious little boys. _________________________________________________________ --Danny Meyer, May 12, 2001 sittinhome@hotmail.com (Request reply, if desired) Please read below: To be continued? It's up to you. Email is the only reward a writer receives. Do I get your reward, today? Do you like it? Tell me. I don't bite. Got ideas? Send them. 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Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 21:34:05 -0600 From: Ralph x <ral2652@hotmail.com> Subject: JJ Chapter 16 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is Illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. The master had Jacob just were he wanted him: to be a submissive little slave who now would do anything the master wanted. He had to beat Jacob with a whip several times. Then he fucked his ass hard, while he made him suck the cum from our balls, after we had fucked his ass. Now Jacob was begging for more cock up his ass. Chapter 16 We laid there after having great sex with Jacob. We all had fucked his ass and he sucked our cocks. The master had just shot his load into Jacob's boy pussy, as Jacob's cock exploded with a load of cum. Now he lay there slowly stroking his hardening cock. I don't know why the master was picking on Jacob, but while all of us were stroking our cocks, he noticed that Jacob was getting off on jacking his hard cock. He brought the whip down gently over Jacob's hand and cock, and told him that he hadn't asked permission to jack off. Jacob stopped stroking his cock and asked the master if he could play with his cock. The master told him "NO" and that from now on he couldn't cum unless he asked permission from him. Jacob began begging, telling the master that he really needed to cum, and could one of us please suck him off. The master just laughed, and told Jacob that no one, right now, would suck him off, but he was to crawl between his legs and suck his cock again. Jacob did as he was told, and crawled, naked, over to the master, who sat in a chair with his legs spread wide. When Jacob got there, he lifted his legs up exposing his hairy ass hole, and told Jacob to use his tongue on his hole. Jacob did as instructed, and the master seemed to be really enjoying Jacob's tongue in his hole. He asked us if we wanted to fuck Jacob's boy pussy again. Kevin was the first one over to stick his hard cock up Jacob's ass again. The master told him to go slow this time, and enjoy Jacob's ass wrapped around his teen cock. Kevin was pumping his cock deep into Jacob's ass as he moaned in pleasure. His tongue was still doing a number on the master's hole, and he was enjoying the feeling as his cock began to get hard again. He told Jon to come over and sit next to him, which Jon did without question. He had seen the beating that Jacob got earlier, and didn't want to be on the receiving end of the master's anger. Jon sat down next to the master, who began to feel and rub his chest, working his way down to his hard cock. He leaned over and brought his lips to Jon's, and started to stick his tongue into Jon's mouth. All this time, Jacob was still probing his ass with his tongue. The master told Jon to spread his legs, so his twin could rim his hole. That he needed to get it ready for some cock. Jon did as he was told, and the master told Jacob to start working on his twin's hole, to get it ready for some hard cock. The master could tell that Jon wasn't very relaxed, and wasn't enjoying his twin's tongue working on his hole. He told Jacob to tell his twin how great it was to have a hard cock up his ass. Jacob was having a hard time telling Jon how good it was, because Kevin was still pumping his cock deep in his ass. But he did tell him that at the beginning, it hurt like hell, but the more cock he took, the better it felt, and when the master's cock was in his pussy, he came like never before. He said that it felt so good, he didn't even touch himself, he just came. The master told Jon not to worry. He told him that he was a good slave, and that we would go very slow with him, starting with the smallest cock, and working our way up till he had his cock in him; then he would be begging for more. Kevin was very close to cumming, and told the master that he was going to cum, and did he want him to shot his load into Jacob's ass or on his back. The master told him to shoot his load on Jon's ass, because we were going to need some lube. Kevin started shooting his cum all over Jon's ass and his hole The master had never seen Kevin shoot his massive load before, and couldn't believe the amount of cum this teen boy could produce. He had already cum twice that afternoon and yet he still shot five loads of his cum onto Jon's ass, and into his crack. The master was impressed and brought Kevin over to his mouth to suck the rest of his cum out of his softening cock. Josh asked if he could fuck Jacob's ass again, and was told no by the master; that he wanted us little guys to start to break in Jon's ass, since we were the smallest, and his ass needed to be stretched out for the larger cocks to come. He told Jacob to start to use Kevin's cum to lube his twin's hole with his fingers, and to open his cunt up for our cocks. Jacob was slowly working a cum covered finger into Jon's hole, going as slow as he could, giving Jon a chance to get used to a foreign object up his ass. Jon didn't seem to mind having his brother's finger slowing going into and out of his ass, but when Jacob put two fingers into his ass, he cried out in pain, and told Jacob to stop. The master told him not to stop, as once again, he leaned over and started kissing Jon. Josh's and my cock were standing at attention leaking pre-cum out of our piss sits. I didn't know about Josh but I wanted to fuck Jon's ass, now. The master took a break from kissing Jon, and told Jacob to work in three fingers. Jon didn't say anything, as he saw the master begin to reach for the leather whip. He knew, if he said anything, he too, would get the whip. Jacob coated all three of his fingers with Kevin's cum, and inserted them into Jon's boy pussy, as slowly and gently as he could, without causing him any pain. I wanted to just stick my hard throbbing cock into his hole. The master told Kevin to start sucking on his brother Josh's cock to get it wet for Jon's ass. Kevin was to slick up each fucker's dick. Kevin dropped to his knees, as Josh put his cock into his mouth. I had seen that the master's cock was rock hard. He was obviously enjoying the hot action around him, that he was directing. I asked him if I could suck on his cock. He smiled at me, and gave his permission for me to take his cock into my mouth. He told me that I was a good slave, asking permission, and that I should go slow, because he still wanted to fuck Jon's ass later, and didn't want to cum now. Jacob removed his fingers as Josh took his hard cock out of Kevin's mouth. I stopped sucking on the master's cock so I could watch Josh stick his cock into Jon's virgin hole. Jon tensed up and his eyes begged with fright, as Josh's cock entered his boy pussy. The master told Josh that he was to go slow, and that when he was ready to cum, he was to shoot into Jon's boy pussy. Josh had a look of sheer pleasure on his face, while Jon's face had one of pain. Josh didn't seem to mind the look, as he began pumping his cock deep into Jon's hole. I never watched someone getting fucked from the back-end before, but now I saw Josh's cute bubble-butt flexing, as his cock would pump into Jon's hole. I reached over and started playing with his cute ass, bringing my fingers down around his hole. I knew how much he liked having my hard cock up his ass. This was too much for Josh to handle, and he cried out loud that he was cumming in Jon's ass. I could see his balls tighten up, as he pumped his hot boy cum deep into Jon's hole. Jon was just happy to be done with Josh's cock pumping into his ass. When the master told me to fuck Jon's ass next, I wasted no time at all sticking my throbbing cock deep into Jon's ass. Jon, this time, cried out in pain 'cause I wasted no time in pumping my larger cock into his ass. The master told me to take it easy; that this wasn't a punishment, but a breaking-in fuck. He said he had plans for us all, and we all needed to know how to take a cock up our ass. I didn't know at this time what he meant, but slowed down in pumping my cock into Jon. I wasn't going to last very long, and who could, watching the action before us I looked down at Jon, and smiled at him, driving my cock deep into his ass. The look he gave me was one of hate, but at this point, I didn't care. The feeling his ass was giving my cock, was worth whatever he was planning on doing to me for his revenge. I'd been beaten by the twins, and fucked with no lotion, just a hard, dry cock, taken up my ass last week. Here he was, having been broken in first, with Jacob's finger coated with Kevin's fresh cum, and then a littler cock taken up his ass first. So whatever he planned, couldn't be so bad as what he and his twin had already done to me. "Oh, master, I'm going to cum," I said, wanting to know were I should shoot my load. He told me to pull out and shoot it on Jon's cock, which was beginning to harden. I pulled out and shot four loads of my hot cum right on Jon's cock and balls. The feeling was intense, and I continued to pump my softening cock even though I had stopped cumming already. I didn't want that feeling to end. I wanted to kiss my master 'cause he made a dream come true. I was able to fuck both my twin brothers in the ass. No, it wasn't how I wanted it to happen, not one of mutual love, but one of just fucking. I don't know if the feeling I just experienced would have been different if it was a love thing, 'cause I was at an emotional high right now, at it felt great. When my master told Jacob to suck the remaining cum out of my cock, and then to fuck his twin, I couldn't believe my ears. Jacob took my cock into his mouth, while still stroking his hard cock. All the time I was fucking his twin, he was stroking his meat, knowing that he would be next. I put my hands on his head, and drove my cock deep into his mouth. The master told Kevin to suck on Jacob's cock and get it nice and wet, to enter Jon's hole. The master leaned over once again starting to kiss Jon, giving him a little rest between hard cocks. He was rubbing and playing with Jon's hard nipples as his tongue burrowed deep in his mouth. I noticed that Jon, this time, was kissing him back. He was trying to put his tongue into the master's mouth. The master's hands moved down to Jon's hardening cock, rubbing my cum all over his cock and balls. His hand continued down to his hole, and he inserted a couple of fingers deep into his boy pussy, still wet from Josh's cum. He told Jacob that Jon was ready for his cock, and to bring it over and start fucking. He continued to kiss and feel Jon's nipples, while Jacob inserted his cock into Jon's outer hole. He stopped after just getting his cock head into his outer ring, waiting for Jon's muscles to get comfortable with a much larger cock than mine. Kevin, Josh and I stood there with our hands pumping our cocks, watching Jacob fuck his twin's ass. I thought he was going too slow, and told him to "fuck his ass hard". If looks could kill, I would be dead. The master told him to start pumping his cock deep into Jon's ass. He did as he was told, and the two of them were giving each other looks of pure love. They both were enjoying the feeling as Jon's cock began leaking pre-cum. Jacob leaned over and started kissing his brother. Their tongues were locked together deep into each other's mouth. Jacob's hips kept pumping his cock into Jon's ass, and he was speeding up. I reached in and started playing with his balls wanting him to hurry up. I felt that Jon was enjoying his first time much too much, and wanted the two of them to end it. I knew that the master's cock was much larger than any of us, and hoped that it would cause Jon all kinds of pain. Jacob broke their kiss, and looked at the master, announcing that he was going to cum. The master told him to shoot his load up Jon's ass. I was disappointed, 'cause I also liked watching cumming cocks, and with it buried deep into Jon's love hole, no one could watch him cum. We knew he was cumming, what with his moaning and crying out for Jon, his lover, to take his load. When he said lover, Kevin, Josh and I looked at each other knowing that this was what the two of them wanted to happen for a long time. The two of them were sharing their love for each other. What I wanted to know, was if Jon would ever be able to fuck Jacob's ass. Jacob had stopped cumming, but continued to kiss Jon, his soft cock fell out of Jon's hole, but his tongue was still deep into his mouth. Jon's hard cock was pressed between them, as he started to pump it against Jacob's stomach; he now wanted to get off. The master decided to stop the two of them, so he could have a chance at fucking his nephew's ass. "Now Jon, are you ready for a man's cock" the master asked him? As he lined up his pre-cum leaking cock with Jon's little rosebud. When Jon didn't answer right away, the master stuck his thick throbbing cock into Jon's boy pussy. Just enough to give him a taste of what was to come, Jon cried out in pain asking the master to stop. "Oh, please sir, stop. Your cock won't fit in my ass" cried my brother Jon. The master just kept slowly, putting more and more of his hard cock into Jon's ass. When his cock was all the way in to the root, he stopped, giving Jon a chance to get used to his thick cock. This was unlike what he had done to Jacob earlier, when he just started to pump his cock into his ass. I could see that the master was flexing his cock as it was buried deep into Jon's ass. After a little while, and once Jon got used to having a thick hard cock buried deep into his almost virgin hole, the master started slowly pumping his cock into and out of Jon's boy pussy. Jon was beginning to enjoy having the master's cock up his ass, and told the master to fuck him hard. "If you like having my cock up your ass, tell me` the master said, " or I'm going to stop, and just let the boys fuck you. I want to hear you beg to have my cock fuck you. Beg like the faggot your are"' the master Told him. "Oh, master, please fuck my ass. I love your hard cock deep in me. Please, please, please, fuck me. Don't stop! I'm your slave boy. Please fuck me ass", cried Jon. I couldn't believe my ears listening to Jon's cries of pleasure. He really was enjoying having his ass being fucked by the master. His cock was rock hard and leaking plenty of hot teen pre-cum. His cock head was covered in his own juices. His hips were bucking back at the master, trying to get him to fuck him harder. All the while, the master just slowly pumped his cock into his ass. I could tell the master was enjoying hearing Jon beg for his cock. I knew from first hand experience, that the master knew how to fuck a boy's ass, but to me, it seemed that he was taking his time and trying to make sure that Jon enjoyed his first man cock. Jon cried out "Im cumming, fuck me harder while I cum". With that, his cock erupted his hot boy juice all over the master's chest and his own stomach. His cock just kept exploding his hot cum out, and he almost came as much as Kevin or Josh. Having been on the receiving end of Jon's cum, be it in my mouth, up my ass, or in my face, I knew that he had never cum that much in his life. The master had a look of sheer pleasure on his face as Jon's cock exploded with his hot teen cum over the master's chest. He started pumping his hard cock, faster and faster, and then told Jon "Take my cum, faggot boy", With that, his cock, which was buried deep in Jon's ass, shot his man cum into Jon's ass. His cock was twitching, as more and more of his cum emptied from his cock into Jon. The master pulled out and sat back on a chair. He looked around at us guys, and then told Jacob to come over and lick his cock clean. His cock was still covered in not only his cum, but that of the rest of us. Jacob, to my surprise, said "yes, master", and dropped before him, gently licking and sucking his cock clean of our cum. The master told us that before we came home, he was watching a porn tape of us guys. He wanted to know how many of the twins' friends I had sucked off, and fucked my ass. He wanted to know how much money the three of us had made that night. We told him the story of the "team", and my making over $150.00, while Jon and Jacob each had collected $750.00 dollars. He told them it was fair, and to give him the money for safe keeping, and they could each keep $150.00. When they hesitated, he asked if they needed the whip again. Both boys ran to get him the money, which he just laid on the table near his arm. Then he told us that we were all going to be making some big money, no more of this $25.00 dollars for a blow job shit. He knew of some men that would pay us hundreds of dollars to have sex with us, and the twins acting as a team could even get more. If you'll like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome

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Date: Thu, 17 Oct 2002 20:16:47 -0500 From: Ralph x Subject: JJ Chapter 10 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Chapter 10 I was upset with the way Josh had treated me in the parking lot at church this morning, he completely ignored me like I didn't even exist. Didn't he know that I was in love with him, willing to do anything to make him happy. It's not that I didn't also love his younger brother Kevin, but Josh was my true love. Walking over to Kevin's house that afternoon I was wishing that I was going to meet Josh not Kevin and was hoping that maybe he also would be home. It's not that Kevin and I didn't have good sex together, we did. Kevin love to have my hard cock up his ass and I loved to put it in all the way. The both of us loved to suck on cocks and get the reward of hot cum in our mouths. The amount of the cum these two brothers could shoot was a meal in itself. Kevin answered the door and we went immediately down to the bedroom the he and Josh shared. The minute the door closed we were upon each other. Our tongues were deep each others mouth and our hands roaming the others body. I grabbed him by his cute ass and rubbed my hands over his mounds. He reached down and undid my pants pulling my hard cock out. He dropped to his knees taking my hard cock in his warm mouth and giving it a tongue bath. It felt so good knowing that soon I would be shooting my cum in his mouth. He got up taking his cloths off telling me that what he really wanted was for me to fuck his ass, who was I to refuse him. He dropped down on his back with his legs spread widely espousing to little pick hole to me. I crawled between his legs taking his harding cock deep in my mouth while my hand and fingers played and teased his hole. I moved my mouth down and started licking around his boy pussy, driving him over the edge. He told me to fuck his boy pussy, that he needed it really bad. I slowly started putting my rock hard cock into his tight hole. The work my tongue had done on his pussy allowed me to enter him with little difficulty. I drove my hard cock deep into his waiting hole. It felt so good to have my cock buried deep in his ass. As I began to move my cock in and out of his pussy I knew that I wasn't going to last very long. I had my eyes close enjoying the moment thinking that I should lean over and stick my tongue in his mouth as I fucked his ass. Opening my eyes I saw Josh standing naked in front of us with his hardening cock begging to be sucked. Smiling at me as he walked over, who could ever be upset with him. I hungrily took his hard cock deep in my mouth I loved giving me pleasure by sucking on his cock or having him up my ass. He took his hard cock out of my mouth and walked behind me, I knew that I was going to get my wish and have his tool up my ass. I leaned over and started kissing Kevin as his brother spread my ass cheeks to stick his cock up my ass. Once Josh's cock was up my ass I started pumping my cock deep into Kevin's ass. All Josh had to do was stand there as my ass moved over his hard cock as I pumped my cock into his brother Kevin's ass. Kevin started cumming first as I was kissing him and I opened my mouth hoping some of his cum would shot into my waiting my. I was disappointed as his first load shot up to our faces. What didn't go into my mouth and landed upon Kevin's face I licked off. With him cumming the muscles in ass tighten around my cock driving me to start cumming deep in his ass. The muscles in my ass tighten as I cummed in Kevin's ass, and I could hear Josh begin to moan and felt his cock harden and swell deep in my own ass. He started pumping his hard cock in my ass as he unloaded load after load of his hot cum deep in my ass. The three of us fell exhausted in a heap upon Kevin's bed, three happy teenage boys. As we laid there both Kevin and Josh started asking me about last night activities. I told them all about Elam who I think Josh was very interested in cause his cock started getting hard again. When I told them about the size of Jason and Robert's cock I could tell that Kevin by his hardening cock was interested in meeting them. I told him that it was bigger then the guys cock we sucked off in the men's room that morning. Josh got very upset over the fact that Kevin had sucking on some strangers cock in the men's room at church. He told him about all kinds of disease's that he could catch the worst being AIDS. It didn't seem to bother him at all that I also had sucked on the same guys cock. He told Kevin that he never wanted to hear again about him sucking on some stranger cock. That he wasn't a slut and that he could give him all the cock he wanted. With that the two of them began to kiss very passionately and play with each other cocks. I felt like a third wheel and knew then that Josh had no feelings for me what so ever. I felt like crying but held back my tears as I began to dress. It's sad that a few moments ago I was so high on Josh and the love that I thought we shared to be so low now was getting me depressed. I don't think they ever even knew that I had left their room cause the two of them were deep in the heat of passion or lust whatever two teenage brothers could share. Yes my brothers had sex with me often but it wasn't love but in our case it was them using me to get their rocks off, not once had they touched my hard cock except to punish me. Walking home from their house with my head held low and not paying any attention to what was around me I starting to cry. I bumped into someone and told them to get the fuck out of my way, at this point I just didn't care. They said that was no way to talk to a friend so I looked up to my delight and say Elam standing in front of me with a smile on his golden face. He told me that his driver was driving him home when he spotted me walking down the street and looking like a truck had run over my little puppy dog. That's when I noticed a large black limo parked alone side the curb. The rumor must be true at school that Elam came from a very wealthy family. He told me to get in and we could go to his house and talk The last thing that I wanted now was sex and I told him so. With his kind voice and prefect English he told me that was not what was on his mind, it just looked like to him that right now I needed a friend. Going up to the car before we could even get close the driver was out opening the door for us, man I could get use to this kind of treatment. He asked me why I was crying and so upset about life. I began telling me that I felt that no one loves me or cares about me at all, not my parents, bothers and now a friend who I was in love with cared nothing about me at all. How my parents could care less about me cause they had my twin brothers who were the superstars and could do no wrong in their eyes. How my brothers made me have sex with them and to sell my body to their friends, and now a guy, who I didn't name, had cause me great emotional pain. I was crying like a little baby and he took me in his arms to give me comfort. I can never remember anyone including my mother who took me in their arms to give me comfort. My mom was always to busy with the twins or my little sisters to ever pay much attention to me, and yet here was a strange giving me the comfort that I needed. The minute he took me in his arms despite my tears my cock got hard. He was so kind and gentle with me as he stroked my hair and keep repeating that everything was going to be alright. My head was on his shoulder and his shirt was getting wet from my tears but he didn't seem to mine. Our bodies were so close together that I hoped he could feel my hard cock but knew he could because I could feel his cock pressing against my body. We drove out in the county far away from the town that I lived in, In an area that I wasn't familiar with, we turned into a private road surrounded by woods and a fence with a guard house at the beginning of the road, security seemed to be an issue with Elam family. The heavy gate opened as we hardly even slowed down and the guard stood at attention and bowed his as we passed. As we can out of the woods I say the largest house that I even seen in my life. I was sure that it must have been an apartment complex or a series of condo's that there was no way one family lived in this house, out back I noticed a very large swimming pool along with what appeared to be stables for horse. When we got up to the house a man was waiting for us and opened the car door and said "Welcome home master and masters friend". "Will your friend be staying for dinner" Elam answered that he would let him know and that he wasn't needed anymore. The man bowed his head and opened the door to the main house and my mouth dropped open upon entering the house. This was a private resident and only Elam's family lived there, I was later to know that for the most part Elam lived their alone, with only his dad coming to visit once in a while, his mother died when Elam was young. We went to the right into another wing of the house witch Elam explaining that this was his private residence and we would not be disturbed,. That's when I noticed that the whole time a large solidly built man was following us the whole time. He also was in the passenger seat of the limo. As we entered Elam's suite of rooms he told the man that he wished to be alone with his friend and that no one should disturb us, the man didn't say a word but bowed his head and stood off to the side guarding the doors. I was still very upset over what happened earlier in the afternoon between Josh and me, so Elam told me to sit while he returned with a wet cloth for my face. The way he spoke was more of a command, I guess he just was so used to telling the servants what to do that it just came natural to him. It was a voice of an adult who was used to telling people and servants what he wanted, the tone of which was a command. He was used to getting his own way. He took a long time in returning with a fresh warm cloth for my face and eyes, and I started to gently sob to myself. I was later to learn that he had no idea were the fresh linens were kept and had a hard time finding them, he never had to get his own in the past. Fresh ones were laid out for him daily or after each use. He sat besides me a started rubbing the warm cloth on my face and eyes, he was being so kind to me that I started to cry again. He again took me in his strong arms and held me, gentle he rocked my body in his arms telling me every thing would be alright. I look up to his handsome face and saw his deep black eyes starring down at me. He slowly lowered his head and gave me a kiss right on my lips, my mouth opened and I took his probing tongue deep in my mouth. His hands started roaming all over my back and ass, I could feel my cock get hard the minute his tongue entered my mouth. My arms were trapped between his body and mine so I couldn't explore much of his body except to feel his cock get hard between out body. He lowered me upon my back and laid upon me kissing my mouth with his tongue probing deep into me. As he laid on top of me I could feel his hard cock pressed up against my leg. My hands became feel and I was rubbing his back and ass as he put his hands under my shirt feeling my naked skin and chest. His touch was gentle and kind. If he kept this up for much longer I was going to cum in my pants without even touching my cock. I was grinding my hard cock into his body so I knew that he knew he was turning me on. I was so horny from all the kissing and foreplay that he could have done anything or asked me to do anything and I would. I reached up under his shirt lifting it up to his neck so I could feel his beautiful olive shin with my hands, he did the same to me and as our naked skin touched each other we both moaned out in delight. He started grinding his hard cock into my own hard cock as he laid on top of me. My hands moved down his back and reached under his pants feeling his naked ass, they pushed his cock deeper into my own cock which we both seemed to enjoy. Just as sudden he sat up on his knees and said that he was sorry be he couldn't help himself but he did promise me that there would be no sex. What was he nuts, here we both were with hugh boners and he wanted to stop. I slide my body down between his legs and started to suck on his cock that was still covered with his pants. He took the shirt off from around his neck as my hands moved to his front side to play with his hard nipples. I was still chewing and trying to suck on his pants covered cock He lowered his pants to just below his large balls so I could have easy access to his 8" hard cock. I took him in my mouth and kissed and licked every inch of his manhood. He was uncut so I ran my tongue around his head giving him more pleasure than ever before, my mouth moved down to take his large balls into my mouth, I rolled them around in my mouth being careful not to injure him but to give him pleasure. He stood up and removed his pants , standing naked in front of me. He had the prefect body, one of a young god, he had very little body fat yet he was well built. His chest muscle were well defined and his 8" cock stood erect pointing straight out from his body. He was leaking pre-cum out of his cock and I leaned over and started licking just his cock head and pre-cum. He tasted so good I could hardly wait for him to reward me with a massive load in my mouth. He grabbed my hand pulling me up, told me to take off my pants and shirt. I was a little embarrassed because he had such a prefect body while mine still had a little baby fat left over and my cock was no were near as large as his. I tried to hide myself with my hands and he moved them away as he dropped to his knees taking my cock in his mouth. I nearly came the second my hard cock entered his warm mouth. He sucked my cock so gentle it was the best blow job that I had. He was better than either Kevin or Josh as he worship my cock with his mouth. Taking my hand he lead me to his bedroom and laid me down on his king size bed. Our lips were locked in a passionate kiss, both out tongue's exploring the others mouth. His hand was slowly moving up and down my hard cock and I told him that if he didn't stop that I was going to cum. He moved his head down and started sucking my throbbing cock, trying to suck the cum right out of my balls. Never did I expect him to suck my cock much less I than I expected for him to suck the cum out of my balls. My cock hardened and I told him that I was cumming, warning him that he was about to get a mouth full of my hot cum. He continue to take all of my cock in his mouth and soon I was cumming as he sucked my cum right out of my cock. Never before have I experienced the feeling that he was giving me. As I laid there with my cock beginning to soften he again came up to my mouth and we began to share the my cum that was still in his mouth. I have tasted my cum before but now with it coming out of his mouth it tasted sweeter and better than before. I reached down to play with his cock only to discover that at some point he had cum without me touching him His cock and balls were covered in his own cum which I wiped off with my hand and brought up to my mouth, he tasted great. He told me that when he was making love to me that I had turned him on so much when I started to cum in his mouth that his cock just began shooting his cum out. As we laid together arm in arm exhausted from cumming he told me that he wanted to make love to me again and again. If you like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome.

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Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2002 14:16:01 -0500 From: Ralph x Subject: JJ chapter 11 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. We ended the last chapter with Elam after finding Michael walking down the street crying and brought him home and started to make love to him Chapter 11 Elam and I laid on his massive king size bed glowing in the feeling of just having great sex with each other. As we began to catch our breath we leaned over to each other and once again began to kiss. He whispered to me, in the most amazing sexy voice that I ever heard, that now he was going to make love to me like I never been made love to before. He slowly began kissing my face and licking my neck. He left no spot untouched by his tongue, I tried to grab his cock but he wouldn't let me and told me to lay back and just enjoy. The tiny kisses and the licking of my face and neck were driving me insane with passion. He was so gentle and kind, unlike any else had ever been to me, I was falling in love with Elam. He slowly began kissing my chest and arms, he lifted my arms over my head and held them with his hands and kissed my armpits. I could feel my cock twitching with every kiss. I didn't know that my nipples must have been connected to my cock but when he took my little nipple in his mouth and began sucking it, I was getting close to cumming. At the right time as if he almost knew and he let my nipple go and started on the other one by kissing and licking his way across my hairless chest. He was driving me over the edge and once again I tried to get his cock, I wanted to suck on his large cock as he made love to my young body. Hw would have none of it and told me to relax and enjoy, I told him that I was enjoying but wanted to give him pleasure also. Later he said, I would have mine later. I reached down and started to jack o=my cock, I needed to cum. Hw would also have none of that and grabbed my hand bring up over my head and held it there along with the other one. As he started to kiss my body down towards my throbbing, pre-cum was leaking out of my hard cock. My hips started to pump my cock towards his mouth. He grabbed my cock and pushed my ass back down towards the bed as he rubbed my cock and balls spreading my pre-cum all over my body. He just continued to slowly make love to my body with his tongue and kept telling me to enjoy. He now was licking at the around the base of my cock and bring his tongue up towards my cock head. He said that I looked like I was enjoying the treatment he was giving me. I heard a moaning and realized it was coming of me, I couldn't help myself. His hand was slowly working on my bottom, rubbing my ass cheeks, and working his fingers closer and closer to my boy pussy. I spread my legs as wide as I could while lifting them in the air to give him easy access to my pussy. He was so gentle inserting his finger in my ass that I could hardly feel it till it was all the way in hitting that special spot. As he began putting two and then three fingers in me pussy spreading the walls out in order to make his cock go easy into me. He moved his body around so that his large cock was lined up with my hole. He leaned over my body and began kissing me. His tongue was deep in my mouth as I felt his cock head enter my hole. He stopped, giving me a chance to get use to his hard cock in my hole. He told me he loved me and again began sliding his cock deep in me. His tongue never left my mouth and as he cock began to pump into my ass. I cried out as my cum started squinting out of my throbbing cock without begin touched, I shot a massive load between our bodies. The warm feeling of my own love juice between our bodies kept my cock hard wanting more and more. His hard cock in me felt so good I kept saying for him to fuck me deeper and harder that I loved him and his cock. His cock grows in my ass and I knew his juice would be shooting into me soon. He cried out as his hot cum also shot from his hard cock deep into my ass. I could him shot five load of his hot cum in my ass as he coated the insides of my tube. As he shot his cum in me he told me that he loved me and kissed me again and again. He collapsed upon me with his softening cock still in my ass and his tongue deep in my throat. His body was press against my hard cock and when he moved a little, once again my cock on it's own began shooting another load of cum between our bodies. He looked down at my shooting cock and said that he loved me and never wanted me to make love with any else again. I loved him more than any else in my life and told him so. But, that I had no choice but to have sex with my brothers and whoever else they told me to have sex with, if I didn't they would beat me and tell my parents some lie to get me in trouble. I explained to him that my brothers were mean people and could cause me a lot of pain. He said he understood but having sex and making love were two different things, what we just did was make love to each other while, what my brothers made me do was just having sex like jacking off. I kissed him and thank him for understanding and loving me. We got up to get dressed and then realized that our cloths were in the next room. Walking over there we found our clothes neatly folded lying on the couch. I was in panic to discover them and started acting scared that someone had discovered us and we would get in trouble. He explained that it was only his personal maid and not to worry that she wouldn't dare tell anyone or even gossip to the other servants about us. She valued her employment and didn't want to return to the desert once again living in a tent. We walked out of his suite of rooms and I noticed that the bodyguard was still standing off to the side of his doors. He began to follow us as we left the house and got into the car. He was going to take me home cause it was getting late and I knew that I would get in trouble if I weren't home soon. We kissed and tongued each other in the back seat of the car on the ride home, not a care in the world. Upon arriving home, I noticed that my dad's van was not parked in the driveway and thought it was strange so when I got inside I asked my brothers where's mom and dad. Jacob, Jon and their friend Bob were playing pool as I walked in and just stood there looking at me, I could tell that they were very upset with me. They told me that my grandmother was very sick and that Mom and Dad took out little sisters down to Florida with them so they could visit her in the hospital. They said that Uncle Bill was coming over to stay with us till they got back home. Uncle Bill used to come to our house often when I was little but then he and dad had words about something and after that we hardly ever saw him except at the holidays. He even stopped go to my dad's church and we just assumed that he was going to another. Uncle Bill would always horse around with us picking us up and tickling us till we almost peed in our pants. I would also try and sit in his lap; I always felt a large hard object in his pants but just assumed that it was something in his pocket. Anyway the twins started right in on me, asking me were I was all afternoon. That they need me cause they hadn't gotten a blowjob this morning and now they not only wanted one but need a blowjob. As I walk past Jon he hit my back with the pool cue that he was holding then he starting telling me that I had just lied to them when I told them that I was at Kevin's. That Kevin had called three times that afternoon looking for me. The three of them started to beat me with the pool cues, I was trying to cover my face with my hands. They were calling me a cock-sucking liar, a faggot who just wanted to suck cocks. That I had cost them money that afternoon when some friends had stopped over for blowjobs. That bastard Bob keep trying to hit me in my groin, he was aiming for my balls. That I was no good little faggot who suck cock a cock in the men's room of church, that if I was going to suck on some strangers cock that the least I could do was charge them like the whore that I was. Bob kept on say that they should fuck my ass, that they should make me suck their cocks. Jacob was so angry and was hitting me so hard with the pool cue that he broke it when he hit my leg. I could feel the welts begin to grow on my body as they continue to hit and kick me as I lay there on the floor crying. Jon told me to stop crying and to get out of my cloths it was time I started to work, and he wanted his cock sucked. I sat there and began taking off my shirt when I noticed all the red lines from them hitting me with the pool cues; they were bright red and form lumps on my skin. When I took my pants off the mark on my leg where Jacob broke the pool cue off was beginning to bleed. I moved just in the nick of time as Jacobs foot was coming right at my groin, he ended up kicking me in the thigh right above the spot that was bleeding. I cried out in pain and they laugh telling me if I didn't hurry and start sucking a cock that more was going to come. I still had on my underwear when I crawl over to Jon and pull his pants down. Greeting me as his hard cock that he just shoved in my mouth, telling me to suck him good. As he sat back in a chair he pulled my head with his hand my mouth never leaving his hard cock. I was on my hands and knees sucking on Jon's hard cock as Jacob and Bob stood watching. Next thing I knew Jacob ripped my underwear off my ass and told me he was going to fuck my boy pussy. With that he stuff his hard cock up my ass till I could feel his hair against my ass skin. Without waiting he began to pump his cock into my ass hard. He told the guys that someone had already been fucking my ass cause it was all slippery with cum. How could this be when only a few minutes again Elam had made love to me and now these guys were just having sex with me? Bob walked over near my head and pulled my mouth off Jon's cock and told me just to suck on his cock a little. He wasted no time in sticking his leaking cock deep in my throat face fucking my mouth. The three of them must have been waiting all afternoon to have sex from me cause they were wasting no time to unload their cum into my body. Jacob was the first one to shoot his load up my ass as he cried out in pleasure, He slapped my ass hard and asked who was next that he loosened it up for the next cock. Bob took his hard cock out of my ass and stuck it up my ass. Jon grabbed my ears forcing my mouth once again upon his hard cock as Bob continued to fuck my ass. Just then Uncle Bill came in the room, what a sight he seen. Me on my hands and knees suck Jon's cock, Bob fucking my ass and Jacob sitting on the floor with his now spend dripping cock just hanging there watching the action. Jacob was the first to see him and cried out "Uncle Bill" how just smiled. Bob stopped fucking my ass to see what was happening and Jon released my ears. Uncle Bill told us not to stop because of him but to continue fucking that boy pussy. Bob started fucking my ass as Uncle Bill walked over and began to slap my naked ass telling me to take that boy cock up my pussy. Jon grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth once again. Jacob asked him if he wanted in on the action, that I was a good cocksucker and liked having my ass fucked. Uncle Bill started removing his clothes and when he was naked he told Jacob to come over and suck his cock. You could hear a pin drop as Jon, Bob and I stopped wondering if we heard right. Uncle said again to Jacob "Bob come over here and start sucking my cock" He was standing there with his hand stocking his Harding 8 plus inches of man cock. Walking over to Jacob who said "I don't suck cock, I just have mine sucked". Uncle told him that it was about time to start sucking and he was going to teach us all how to suck a man's cock. "Now boy, open your mouth cause here comes big daddy's cock" If you like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome

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Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2002 10:25:11 -0600 From: Ralph x Subject: "JJ" chapter 13 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. The last chapter ended with Uncle Bill telling us that he wanted to fuck all our asses that night. Chapter 13 The five of us laid there after just having had sex with each other. I, for one, was exhausted. That day, I had sex with Josh, Kevin, Elam (my true love), Bob, and my twin brothers, Jacob and Jon. Uncle Bill was the first to speak, telling us that we were some hot fucking teenagers, and that he enjoyed having sex with us. He told us that from now on we were to call him master, or sir; that we were to always do as he said, or he would have to punish us; that we were to follow all his orders without question! Bob must have caught on real fast, because he asked permission to go home. He told master that it was getting late and he had school in the morning. Master told him to kiss all our cocks before going, and then he could go. So Bob kissed our cocks, but took master's cock in his mouth, giving him one more suck. Master patted him on the head telling him he was a good slave. Jacob and Jon were still wrapped up in each other's arms, showing no signs of breaking apart. I asked our master if I could get up and take a shower, because it was getting time to go to bed. We all had school tomorrow and needed to go to sleep. Taking the hint from Bob's action, I kissed the twins' cocks and gave the master's cock a suck. He said that I was a fast learner and gave my ass a slap as I got up. Returning to the bedroom after showering, and getting ready for bed, I found Jacob and Jon making out on the bed. Their hands were all over each other as the master lay on my bed enjoying the action. He patted the bed, and told me to lay down and watch the action of the twins. I laid down with my back to the master, and started getting hard again, watching the twins kissing, and stroking the each other's cocks. The master started to rub my stomach and kiss my neck as his hand slowly moved down to my hardening cock. I could feel his cock begin to harden between my ass cheeks. I was hoping that soon he would be fucking my boy pussy. Jacob and Jon moved about and started to suck on each other's cocks. I noticed that with each other, they took their time, and were giving each other pleasure; not like with me, when all they wanted, was to get their rocks off. The master started to pump his hard cock against my ass and I wanted him in me. I said "Oh master, please stick your cock in my hole," as I spread my cheeks, inviting him to enter me. He laughed at me and lowered his head to my ass, sticking his tongue into my hole. Whew, I almost came right then. This man knew what he was doing. His tongue moved in a little circle around my hole and would slowly tease my hole by licking. At this point, all I wanted was his cock. "Master, master please fuck my ass," I begged him. He put a finger deep in my ass, loosening me up for his hard cock. Before I knew what was happening, he had a second and a third up there, opening my hole for his cock. He moved back up and again, and was kissing my neck, telling me that his cock was going to be fucking my ass soon. I could feel his cock at the opening of my boy pussy, as his hand moved around my hard cock. He slowly began stroking my cock as his began entering my hole. He took it slow, and every few seconds would stop, giving me a chance to get used to his size. Little did he know that I have taken bigger cocks up my ass before him? As he got his cock all the way in, I started to cum in his hands. I couldn't help myself. It felt so right having my master's cock up my ass. He continued to stroke my cumming cock, and then brought his cum-filled hand up to my mouth, telling me to lick my cum off his hand. Having tasted my cum before, knowing that I like it, I began licking it off his hand. Before I finished, he moved his hand to his mouth, and licked off the remaining cum. All the while, he continued to fuck my ass slowly, and deeply; driving his meat deep into my hole. He knew what he was doing, because with every thrust, he would hit that right spot, driving me crazy. In no time at all, my cock was hard again, waiting to cum. The twins were busy the whole time, sucking each other's cocks. By their action, we could tell they were getting close to cumming, and the master told them to cum on each other's face. Jon pulled his cock out of Jacob's mouth and started to shoot his load on Jacob's face. He was moaning and crying out loud in pleasure, as Jacob's cock started spraying his face with cum. Both boys were cumming at the same time, giving each other a white face. The master really enjoyed watching the twins' cumming on each other, because I could feel his cock begin twitching in my ass. I do have to admit it was a hot scene watching the twins cum. He told the twins to lick their own cum off each other's face. Without warning, master pulled his hard, throbbing cock out of my ass, and told me to suck him off. I jumped at the chance to suck his man-pole, and took the entire length deep in my mouth. He started pumping his hard cock into my mouth, and again, without warning, he pulled his cumming cock out of my mouth, shooting his load over my face. I opened my mouth, and he shot some of his load right in. Again, all he shot was one large load that didn't seem to want to stop. His cock continued to erupt cum, as he told me to suck the cum out of his balls. I always liked cum, from the first taste of my own, but his was the best tasting yet. I wrapped my lips around his oozing cock, and licked his piss slit as the cum flowed out. As the flow ebbed, I increased the suction, trying to drain his massive balls. As he pulled his softening cock out of my mouth, he told the twins to come over and clean him off. The twins started licking the cum off his cock and stomach, and then he told them to lick his cum off my face. It felt great having the twins licking my face, and I tried to stick my tongue out into someone's mouth. The master noticed that my cock was once again hard, and told Jacob to suck me off. Jacob looked at him, like he was questioning his command, and the master struck him hard in the back of the head. I could feel the pain of the slap, and never wanted to get hit by him. Jacob moved down and took my cock into his mouth. I laid back and enjoyed his mouth around it. The master told me to spread my legs, and open my cheeks, because Jacob was now going to eat my ass. Jacob wasn't moving fast enough for the master, who got up and took a belt off the wall and began to hitting Jacob's back. The welts came up instantly, and the master told him, "Eat that ass now, boy". He gave him one more slap on his ass, with the belt, telling him that when he said to do something, we were to do it immediately, or else. Not only was I happy to see Jacob get a beating, but he was really doing a number on my hole with his tongue. Jon sat there watching his twin get hit, and I knew that he wanted to help, but was afraid of the master beating him. I don't think the two of them could have taken the master, but I could tell that he was thinking about helping Jacob. The master told Jon, "Don't just sit there. Suck his cock". I didn't think that he could move his mouth that fast over my cock, but he did, taking it deep in his mouth. The two of them were quickly driving me over the edge, and I knew that I would be cumming soon. Knowing that the master liked to watch a boy's cock cumming, I pulled my cock out of Jon's mouth and began shooting my cum onto his face. The master said, "Good boy, shoot your load on his face." My cock shot four loads of my boy cum onto Jon's face, and Jacob was ordered to lick his face clean. This time, he did as he was told, and started licking Jon's face of my cum. Every time he passed over Jon's mouth; he would insert his tongue into it. Now the master ordered the both of them to clean my cock and nuts of my cum. I do have to admit that the twins were good when they set their minds to gay sex. I could have laid there all night with the two of them servicing my cock and balls. The master told them to stop and get into their own bed, because it was late, and time to go to sleep. The twins got into one bed and wrapped themselves up with each other, getting comfortable. The master asked them if they were forgetting something and they said, "Good night, Sir." He just looked at them, and told them that they needed to kiss his cock goodnight, and to thank him for being their master. They got out of bed and kissed his cock, thanking him for letting them suck his cock, telling him that they were happy to be his slaves, and they would try and be good slaves. I got up and dropped to my knees, taking his cock in my mouth worshipping his manhood, telling him that I really liked being his slave, and would do my best to please him. I told him that I really liked his hard cock up my ass, and that to have his cum in my mouth, was all I wanted out of life. I don't know why I laid it on so thick, but he really liked it. I kissed his cock again, got up, reached up, and kissed him on the mouth. I thanked him again for fucking my ass, and said good night. Little did I expect for him to crawl into bed with me, but he did. He told me he didn't like sleeping alone, and he was going to sleep with me. I had never slept with anyone except for when I passed out after sex. Tonight, as I laid there with my back against his stomach, he slipped his arm over my body, and held me tight. The last thing I remembered till the alarm went off was hoping he would fuck my ass again overnight. If you'll like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome

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Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2002 22:04:31 -0500 From: Ralph x Subject: Chapter 2 of JJ's Thanks to all those who wrote!! The story left off with my brothers telling me that they were going to fuck my ass that night and I better be well grease up for their large cocks. I could hardly eat any dinner that night cause I was so excited about the thought of my twin brothers fucking my ass that night after dinner. They pretended that nothing was happening and told our parents about their day and practice after school. This coming weekend was the big homecoming game and they both had dates after the game and ask our parents if maybe they could stay out a little later that night then normal. Not that it made a difference they would have gone out anyway through there own basement door. But my parents said they could if they got in before midnight. My mom did ask me why I wasn't eating, and I told her that I wasn't feeling very good at the moment. My brothers told her that maybe I had too much to eat before dinner (yes, I guess I did, my stomach was filled with their loads) and started to laugh. They told me that I should go downstairs and get ready for bed if I was sick cause they couldn't watch TV tonight that they had too much homework and stuff to do so not to turn on the set. I went down stairs and stripped off my cloths and started playing with my little 4 1/2" cock waiting for them to come down and make me be their slave boy. I did remember to put some hand lotion up my ass so their cocks would slide in easy. Just thinking of their cocks was getting me all excited but I couldn't let them know that I wanted their cum in my ass so bad. I wasn't sure exactly what they had in mind but I knew that I would enjoy every minute. When I heard them coming down the stairs I slipped under my covers and pretended to be sleeping. They entered the bedroom and stated to make comments about me pretending to be asleep. "Look at our little slave, pretending he's sick so we don't fuck his ass, well sick or not he's getting my cock up his ass" said Jacob Jon ask Jacob if he ever fucked a boys ass before with Jacob replying "It can't be much different than fucking a girl" With that they began to strip off there running shorts and shirts. Jon walked over to be with his half hard cock and told me to open my mouth for desert. With that I began to suck him till he reached his full glory of over 6 1/2" of teenage boy cock. His cock felt so good in my mouth that I could feel my own cock beginning to leak pre-cum over my leg. His dick was velvety smooth as he began to slowly piston all of his cock into and out of my mouth, my tongue was playing with his piss hole as he leaked pre-cum into my waiting mouth. Jacob removed the covers from my body and was surprised to find me naked under them, "looks like our slave boy was waiting for us too fuck his ass" said Jacob. He took my cock in his hand and twisted it till it hurt and made me cry out in pain. He told me that I wasn't to enjoy this cause that would make me a faggot. With that he told Jon to lie on the bed and for me to knee over him sucking his cock, he wanted my ass up in the air so he could fuck it good. I continue to suck on Jon's tasty cock while Jacob played with my ass, he started out placing one finger in, then two and finally three fingers. I almost came with he found the right stop. When he stopped I had an empty feeling in my ass and wanted him to put his cock in. He came around to the front of me telling me to wet his cock with my mouth so it would slide into my ass easy. While Jon would be gentle and let me suck his cock slowly. Jacob started to piston fuck my mouth the minute I closed my lips around his cock, he was so rough but it felt so good and I could taste his pre-cum, I knew if he didn't stop soon I would be rewarded with his cum in my mouth. He took his cock out of my mouth and told me to get ready cause his cock was going up my ass now. He spread my ass cheeks as wide as they could go and line up his throbbing cock with my pink little hole. Putting the very tip of his cock in my pucker hole he began to push very hard till my muscles relaxed and began to open up for his cock. The pain wasn't too bad at first but the more of his cock he pushed into me the pain increased and I cried out, asking him to stop. He did stop for a few minutes till I got used to his cock up my ass and then started pushing the remaining 3 " into me; I could finally feel the hairs on his ball against my ass. He told Jon that he was going to love fucking my ass, it felt like no pussy he ever had. How the muscle's just wrapped around his cock like a glove and milked his cock. He was beginning to slide into and out of my ass and I could tell he was loving every bit of my ass. I have to admit that I never felt anything so good in my short life as to when all 6 1/2" of his cock was in me, hitting that certain spot that made my balls went to spill their juice. I could tell he was getting close cause he was beginning to moan and really pound my ass, telling me that I was a good fuck and a great cock sucker. I could feel his cock begin to swell up and spray forth his cum up my ass, I tried to tighten my ass muscle the best I could and he really seemed to enjoy that feeling. After he came in my ass he fell down on top of me, driving Jon's cock deep in my throat, the deepest I have ever taken a cock in my mouth. With that I began to cum all over my legs and the bed. No one had even touch my cock yet I was so excited at all that happened, my cock just let loose a load of cum. As Jacob lay down on the bed he told Jon that he had to fuck my ass, he would love it. So Jon withdrew his cock from my mouth and got behind me to slip his hard cock up my ass. He easily was able to slide all 6 1/2" up my ass without stopping cause of the massive load the Jacob had just left in my love hole. As he slid his cock into me I could feel every inch going into me, and my little cock began to get rock hard again. Jon was a good lover cause he took his time going in and then almost all the way out before slowly going all the way in again. He was moaning in pleasure as was I, I tried not to cause I knew it would get Jacob upset but I couldn't help myself. Jon was such a good fucker. Jacob heard me moaning and said if I didn't stop he would put some thing in my mouth to shut me up. I couldn't help myself so he moved over and stuck his cum and shit stain cock into my mouth to stop me from moaning. The taste at first was a little unpleasant but as he began to deep fuck my mouth the taste of his pre-cum over came the unpleasantness of my ass. What more could a boy ask for, one brother fucking his ass and his twin fucking my mouth, Once again without touching my cock I came over Jacobs legs without him knowing it at this time. I could tell that Jon was getting close to Cumming cause the speed of his thrusting cock in me had increased, as did his moaning. What a load he deposited in my ass. I could feel it almost up into my stomach. I tightened my ass muscle as much as I could to give him all the pleasure that I could. He rolled off me and lay next to us on the bed while I continue to suck on Jacobs's cock. He and Jacob began to talk to each other tell themselves what a great fuck I was. How I loved sucking their big cocks. Then Jacob decided that he wanted to fuck my ass again, which was ok by me cause I loved their cocks up my ass. He told Jon to have me suck his cock while he fucked my ass. This must have continued for at least four round trips. No sooner then one of them got done fucking my ass the other one would take his place. While he was waiting to fuck my ass I would suck his cock to get him hard again so he could take his turn. After they had enough for one night, they returned to their own beds and started talking about how they could make some money off my abilities. That Friday night was the big game and even if they won there was no guarantee that their teammates would get to fuck their girls that night. Jacobs suggest that they charge $10.00 for a blowjob from me, and $20.00 to fuck my ass. They didn't even ask me if I was willing to participate and when I started to object they told me that I had no choice cause I was their slave boy and I would do what ever they said. Or else. If you like me to continue with the next chapter to find out about how my brothers began to sell me services to friends please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com

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Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 20:35:23 -0600 From: Ralph x Subject: "JJ" Chapter 14 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Chapter 14 Before drifting off to sleep last night, my mind was in a state of upheaval. I had sex that day with a stranger in the bathroom at church; Kevin and I had sucked each other's cock; Josh (the boy I used to love) had fucked my ass; Elam (my true love), and I, had made mad, passionate love that afternoon. Bob, and the twins, had me suck them off and fucked my ass, and now my Uncle Bill, who wanted us to call him master, had just fucked my ass and had the twins eat my cum. Even at 14 years old, I was concerned about running out of cum. Tomorrow I planned on asking the master if a boy could run out of cum. Yesterday, I came about a dozen times and sure, the last one was not as much as the first in quantity, but it sure did feel good. Waking with the master's arms still around my chest felt so right. I could feel his morning wood pressing against my ass. I was wondering if I opened my cheeks, could I slip his hard cock back into my boy pussy. I reached down and started playing with my own hard cock, knowing that I needed some relief soon. The master woke up and slapped my hand very hard once he knew that I was beginning to masturbate. He told me that, with all the willing boys around, I was never, ever, again, to waste my cum by masturbating; that I was to stick my cock into one of the twins' mouths, or maybe he would even service me, if I were a good slave. I rolled over and started kissing him on the lips that soon opened, and we began to stick our tongues deep into each other's mouth. I could feel his cock already beginning to twitch, and knew he was enjoying our early morning sex. I lowered myself down over his throbbing cock, licking the pre-cum off his piss slit before taking the entire length deep into my mouth. He was already beginning to pump his man meat into my mouth, and I knew that he was not going to last very long. He moved his body around, took my hard cock into his hand, and began to lick the pre-cum off my cock head. Last night, he licked the cum off our faces, but never did he suck anyone's cock till now. I guess I was really turning him on. He took my entire cock deep in his mouth. I could feel his hand playing with my nuts, trying to get them into his mouth also. Once he accomplished this, he began bobbing his head up and down, pulling my nuts, and the upstroke gave me some real pain. I was moaning with pain and pleasure, when I noticed that our noise must have awakened the twins, because they were also busy kissing and playing with each other's hard cock. Giving me pain must have been turning the master on, 'cause his cock was leaking his pre-cum in such great amounts, that I had to constantly swallow his fluid. Maybe I was a cum pig, like the twins said, since I sure did enjoy the taste of his pre-cum. It tasted just like the real thing, only a little watered down. My balls were pulled tight against my cock, despite being pulled up and down by my master's mouth. When he stuck a finger into my ass, I filled his mouth with my boy cum. Never before had I experienced such an organism in my short life! My cock just kept exploding more and more cum, into my master's mouth, as he continued to bob over it. His finger was deep in my ass, hitting that right spot and it felt so good, that my cock just kept shooting more cum. I was still working on my master's cock, when it, too, started to shoot his thick, rope-like cum into my mouth. I was wondering if I should pull it out, letting him shoot his load onto my face, when I heard him tell me to eat his cum, and not to waste any. His cum was filling my mouth, and I continued to swallow all that I could, knowing he would be upset if any leaked out of my mouth. But I couldn't help it, and some began to run out of the corners of my mouth. His cum must have been like the nectar of the gods. He came in one, long, endless stream of thick, hot man cum that tasted so-o-o good. His cock was beginning to soften in my mouth, as I continued to suck the juice out of his balls. I moved my hand up to my mouth, and pushed the cum that had spilled out of the corners, back into my mouth, hoping that he didn't notice that I spilled some. I didn't want the day to start off with a beating! All this, while the twins were busy taking care of each other's cock. We rolled over to watch them suck on each other's hardness. My master held me tight against his body and just rubbed my bare chest with his hand. If he keep this up for long he was going to give me another boner. He told me that this was the best and only way to wake up in the morning. I told him that, usually, I woke up and was forced to suck on the twin's cocks, but now, it looked like they would be taking care of each other. I was beginning to like the feeling of being his slave, and felt very comfortable and safe in his arms, as once again he started playing with my hardening cock. Watching the twin's suck each other, and playing with my cock, must have gotten him horny again, because I could feel his hardening cock pressing against my love hole. "Oh, master; please fuck me," I said. He just raised my long leg up in the air, and slipped his cock into my boy pussy. He was slow and gentle; not causing me any pain, and it felt so good to, once again, have his man meat deep in me. He was slowly pumping his cock deep into my hole, and then pulling it almost out, with just his cock head in my hole. His hand continued to stroke my hard teen cock, and his thumb would rub over my cock head giving me all kinds of pleasure. The twins were beginning to cum and like last night, they learned to pull their cumming cocks out of each other's mouth, to shoot there loads onto the others face. The master told them to cum in each other's mouths, because morning cum tasted the best. Watching the twins cum in each other's mouth was too much for me to take, and I began shooting my cum onto the master hands. My ass muscle clamped tightly around the master's cock, as I came, and he continued to fuck my ass. It must have been too much for him to take, as he also shot his cum, deep in my ass. This was the way to wake up in the morning that's for sure, we said, as all four of us got out of bed, starting a new day. When we got upstairs for breakfast, it was the first time that I missed my mom since the folks left, yesterday afternoon, to visit my sick grandmother in Florida. Mom had always made us a large, hot breakfast, with eggs, pancakes, or French toast with all the trimmings. She believed that a good breakfast was the start of a good day. Obviously, she never had a cock in her mouth to start the day. It was a wonder that she and dad had 5 kids. The day was cold, wet and with the forecast of possible snow later, my Uncle decided to call in to see if they were working today. Working construction, I guess, when the weather was bad, got canceled. He said that he had to move a few of his things over today, if he was going to be living here till our parents got back. He gave us a ride to school, since we were running late after our morning adventures with each other. The first chance that I got to see Kevin was in gym, as I was stripping my clothes off, to change into my gym shorts. He cried out, as if in pain, when he saw the bruises on my body, and asked, "What the hell happened to you?" I explained to him about how, after coming home last night, the twins and Bob had beat me 'cause I wasn't around for them to use me; that they were horny, and wanted to fuck my ass, and I wasn't there; and that I had lied to them, when I said I was at his house. He wanted to know where I was, but I decided not to tell him the truth, in case he told his brother, Josh. Elam, I decided, needs to be protected, and I wanted nothing to come between us as a result of my big mouth. So I just told Kevin I was walking around thinking, and didn't realize how late it became. He wanted to know if we were going to get together after school, 'cause he was really horny, and wanted have sex with me. I explained to him about my parents not being home and that right now, my Uncle was staying with us, so I wasn't sure what the plans were going to be. All day, I was looking for Elam in the halls, but was unable to find him and was wondering if, for some reason, he wasn't in school today. He seemed fine yesterday, but you never know. Just when I gave up hope of seeing him, down the hallway he walked. He stopped and began talking to me in his sweet sounding voice, telling me that he enjoyed himself yesterday and wanted to get together again. He pulled me into an empty classroom and stuck his tongue into my mouth, giving me an instant boner. I reached down and felt his hard cock pushing against his pants and wanted to drop down to my knees to suck it. He wanted to get together after school, but I told him about my parents, and my Uncle staying with us, so I wasn't sure if we could get together or not. Thank goodness he understood, and told me to ask my Uncle if I could come over to his house tomorrow, right after school. Riding the bus back home that afternoon, Kevin and I sat together and rubbed each other's cock, without anyone seeing us. We decided to go to my house and have sex before my Uncle got home that night. My cock was so hard, it hurt being pressed up against my pants, and I wanted to pull it out right there on the bus. When we got to my house, we took the back stairs down to the basement, not knowing if my Uncle was home or not. Once inside, we began to kiss, and pulled each other's cock out of our pants. I needed relief and wanted his hot mouth wrapped around my cock. All of sudden we heard my uncle's voice say, "Looks like you brought me home a gift. A young chicken to suck my cock". If you would like me to continue with the next chapter, please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome

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Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 20:27:29 -0600 From: Ralph x Subject: JJ Chapter 17 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys and men. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Something was wrong with the way Uncle Bill, now our master was treating my brother Jacob. He was always on his case for the least little thing. He didn't hesitate to hit him or give him a couple of lashes with his leather whip. I'm not saying that Jacob didn't deserve it, but the master was more patient with Jon or myself. Maybe, somehow, he knew that Jacob was a leader, and if he got him to listen, the rest of us would just fall in behind and do as we were told. Chapter 17 Jacob and Jon were all eyes when they listened to our master tell them that he could easily make hundreds of dollars each for just one evening with a group of older men. How both of them were such perfect studs, and built so fine, that men would be willing just to watch the two of them have sex with each other. He said he knew of at least one man who would pay them around 100 dollars each, if they would suck his cock and let him fuck their ass. He told them that all they had to do was worship the man's cock, tell him what a good fuck he was, and how big and tasty the guy's cock was. Also, when they were taking it up the ass, they had to moan and groan in pleasure. All this done, the man was sure to give them a very large tip. He knew that the man had a fantasy about making it with young boys, and if he offered him twins, the price could more than double. He then told the rest of us that we all would start working for him soon. He would line up our "dates", collect the money from the customers, and we would get a share, along with the man's tip, for ourselves. The master was selling us on the idea, telling us how happy we could make some men just by having them look at our bodies. We would be helping them in their times of troubles. He should have been a preacher. I could just about here him from the pulpit, except that he was selling us on sex. Teaching us about the ways of teen boys' sex. How we were to do everything he told us when we were with a special friend of his. How we were to act, what to say, and what to do. Never were we to pick up any strangers on the street or offer any services to our special "dates". The most important thing was to keep our mouths shut and not tell any of our friends about our "dates". He told us that, starting tomorrow night, he was going to begin teaching us with some of his friends. They were going to be non-paying "dates", but that they would help us learn what it was to be a pleasure boy. He said that I should be the first one to begin training, because I had the most experience with sucking stranger's cocks and getting fucked in the ass. But, over the next few days, all of us were going to get our turns. That night, I had a hard time sleeping, thinking about the next night. I just loved cocks of all kinds, but having man meat, after sampling my master, was my favorite. He once again slept with me; his hard cock pressed up against my ass, his arms across my chest. I keep trying to get his cock to slip up my ass, but I just couldn't get into the right position before falling asleep. I was the first to wake the next morning even before the alarm went off. The master's cock was still hard and I knew how much he liked having sex in the morning. I crawled down between his legs, taking his cock deep in my mouth. I was sucking his cock and my tongue was playing with his piss hole knowing soon, I would be rewarded with his hot seed for breakfast. I lowered my head and licked around his balls venturing, ever so slowly, towards his manhole. By this time, I knew that he had awaked, because he spread his cheeks to give me a better chance of licking his love hole. My tongue was dancing around his hole and every now and then it would enter just the very outside of his anus. I was getting brave because he was enjoying my tongue so much I started slipping a wet finger deeper into his man pussy. All the while, my tongue was still probing deep into his hole. As my finger went deeper and deeper into his hole, he spread his legs as far as he could, giving me the opportunity to get in deeper. As my finger began to fuck his ass very slow, he cried out, "Fuck me boy, put your boy cock deep in my hole". I made sure his hole was as wet as I could make it and got up on my knees, lined up my hard cock with his manhole. He told me to drive it in deep and to fuck his ass hard. I did as he told me, and pushed my cock as deep into his hole as I could. He moaned in pleasure even with my mere 4 1/2" cock in his ass. He started rocking his hips telling me to fuck him hard, that he needed my cock to cum in his ass. I started pumping slowly to prolong the pleasure that I too was feeling with my cock in his hole. His hips were still rocking driving his hole around my cock. He was controlling his ass muscles, and they felt like they were sucking on my cock. I wasn't going to last long at this, because the master's ass was doing a number on my hard cock. I told him that I was going to cum, and he told me to cum on his cock. I pulled my cumming cock out of his hole and started jacking my cock over his man meat. In no time at all, I shot 5 loads of boy cum all over his cock and balls. He told me to lick my morning cum off him, and to suck his hard cock. I did as I was told and then he told me to fuck his ass with my fingers, as I sucked on his cock. I felt strange having three fingers in his ass as I sucked on his cock in my mouth. My head was bobbing over his pre-cum leaking cock, and his ass muscles were wrapped around my fingers forcing them deeper and deeper into his manhole. All of sudden, he tensed up and started cumming in my mouth, my fingers stopped fucking his ass and he told me to keep fucking his ass. Every time my fingers were deep in his ass, I would spread them apart, and move them around some. He was loving the feeling, and his cock would spit more of his cum into my mouth. The both of us were all sweaty from our activities, and as he stopped cumming in my mouth, I withdraw my fingers from his ass, and released his soft cock from my mouth. He pulled me up to his face, and gave me a deep passionate kiss, driving his tongue into my mouth. I instantly got hard again, even though I had just cum not five minutes ago. He could feel my cock pressing against his stomach. He told me to take it easy, that he had to go to work, and we had to go to school. I told him that I couldn't help myself, that he was just so hot and my cock couldn't get enough of him. Like yesterday, the twins must have been awakened by our love making, because they were busy sucking each other off. The master told me that he needed to get up to take some pictures of them, for advertising, to show our �^�^�dates�^�^� what hot young guys we were. He told me to spread my legs open wide and expose my rosebud to the camera. My cock was still hard and he took countless pictures of my hard cock and inviting boy pussy. Then he went over to the twins who still had each other's cock in their mouths and told them to expose their cocks to the camera. They did as he asked, but still kept their mouths opened and close to each other's cock. He got some real good pictures of the twins giving each other a morning blowjob. He waited till they were starting to cum before telling them again to take their cocks out so he could get a picture of their cocks' cumming in each other's mouth. Their cocks were cumming all over the place. A few shots did manage to get into their mouths, but other loads hit them in the face and ran down their chins. Watching them cum got me even hornier, and I started to beat my hard cock. The master saw this and smiled, telling the twins to suck my cock. The two of them did as they were told, and it seemed like they were beginning to enjoy sucking a cock as much as I did. They ran their tongues over my cock and balls and with this treatment, I wasn't going to last very long. They had my hard cock wrapped around their mouths with only the middle part of my cock exposed, as they ran their heads up and down over my cock. My cock head was sticking out between their mouths as I started to cum. I didn't know it then, but the master was still taking pictures of the twins sucking my cock, as it sprayed their faces with my hot cum. They continued sucking my cock till all the cum was drained, then started licking my cum off each other's face, slipping their cum filled tongues into each other's mouth. I could see the master's cock, once again begin to rise, after watching the twins in action. He told them that they had to stop, because it was getting time to leave and they would just have to wait till later to enjoy each other again. He also told us that he would get the pictures developed and try to arrange for my lessons to begin tonight. That's all I could think about at school until I saw Elam walking down the hall. I completely forgot to ask my uncle about spending some time after school with him. My mind was on starting my lessons after school. Elam smiled at me. Just seeing him, my knees almost buckled under me. What a smile this guy had. I didn't know exactly what to tell him, but I did say that my Uncle wasn't too happy about me not coming home after school, so he would ask my parents, when they called, to OK some time, over the weekend, for us to get together, instead. He told me how much he missed me, and wanted my body close to him. He pulled me into an empty classroom and started to kiss me all over the face, telling me that he loved me and wanted me very much. I wanted to cry right then and there. He was so kind and gentle with me. His hard cock was pressing against my leg, and I began to feel it with my hands. He started moaning, telling me that he hadn't cum since we've been together, that he wanted to save his cum for me. He asked me if I felt the same way about him. What could I tell him? Could I tell him I had cum at least 5 times a day, either from having one of the twins suck my cock, or Kevin, or Josh, or my uncle? Or that I had fucked each of the twin's ass for the first time yesterday; or this morning, my uncle begged me to fuck his ass? I couldn't tell him any of that, or about tonight, starting my lessons on how to service a man's cock. No. I told him that I too loved him, and that I was holding back on cumming also. I told him it was so hard not to play with my cock; that It was about ready to blow on its own, and I really needed him to make love to me soon. He liked the lies I told him, and then I suggested that maybe he could drive me home, and we could take care of each other in the back of the limo. His eyes lit up when I suggest that, and said he should have thought of that first. We agreed to meet after to school and to take the long way to my house. After school, the minute we were behind the darken windows of the limo, we were on each other. Our tongues were deep into each other's mouth. and our hands were busy taking the other's clothes off. The second I got his hard, teen cock out, my mouth was wrapped around it. He was already leaking his pre-cum in a steady stream. He tasted like no other, and I hungrily gobbled his pre-cum with my tongue. This time he was acting different than in the past, when he just sat there having me working on his cock, not talking or anything just an occasional moan. Now he was telling me to suck his love tool, to take it deep in my mouth, while his hands were all over my body, but mainly wrapped around my cock. He maneuvered his body around so his mouth was over my cock, which he took into his mouth. This was the first time that we were sucking each other's cock at the same time. He soon said that he was going to cum, and began shooting load after load of his hot cum in my mouth, as he pumped his hard cock into my mouth. From the amount of his cum, I knew that he hadn't lied about cumming since we were together. I do believe that he shot more cum than Kevin or Josh, and they had huge loads! His cock just kept on twitching and more cum would erupt from his slit. I swallowed as much as I could, but it was too much to take. His cum ran out of my mouth, around his cock, onto my chin. I knew later, that I would get the chance to clean his cum from the hairs around his balls. This was too much for me take also, and I began cumming in his mouth; nowhere the amount that he did, because that day, I had already cum twice, and at least five times a day, over the last few days, since I last saw him. I shot maybe 4 loads of my cum into his mouth, and if he noticed it wasn't enough for a teen boy to shoot, after not having shot any for 4 or 5 days, he didn't say anything. We just started kissing again, exchanging each other's cum with our tongues. He told me that he wanted to make love to me again, with his hard cock up my love hole. That he wanted to see my eyes as he shot loads of his love juice up my hole. He wanted to know when I could come over to his house and spend the night. He wanted to wake up in the morning with his arms wrapped around me. Then he would start the day off right by making love to me. He was so sweet to me that I started to cry. I couldn't help myself. He held me in his strong arms, and just kept rocking me gently, telling me that he loved me, and everything was going to be all right. He wanted to know if my brothers were still forcing me to have sex with them, and I told him no. As we approached my house, we started to get our clothes back on and become decent. I told him to have the driver drop me off around the block. I didn't want my Uncle to see us. He might get the wrong idea. What I was afraid of, was if my uncle saw the limo, he would think up some way to get some of Elam's money. So I had the driver pass the house, and drop me off out of sight. I gave him a big kiss and told him that I would try and call him this weekend, and that if we could get together some time, I would let him know. My master was on me the minute I entered the house. He told me to get in the shower and clean my self really good. He had a date for me, and the guy was waiting. He followed me downstairs to trim my hair and also to show me the new clothes he bought me, for this evening. I took one look at them and told him that they were dorky clothes. What 14-year-old wants to wear a pair of black pants and a button down blue shirt? It looked like a little Catholic schoolboy's uniform. He slapped me in the back of the head, telling not to question his judgment in clothes, and I would wear anything he wanted me to. He said he wanted me to look like a young schoolboy. "Now go take a shower and make sure your ass hole is really clean, stick your finger up your hole, and clean it out with soap", he told me. I stripped out of my clothes and entered the bathroom to take my shower. While I was getting wet, washing my hair, he pulled the curtain back, and told me to bend over so he could clean my ass. He soaped up his finger and proceeded to stick his finger up my ass, reaming it out. Telling me that I needed to be extra clean for our customer, just in case he wanted my ass. I was asking him who this customer was and to tell me more about him. He told me that he was an older guy, in his fifties, and that if I were good he would be sure to give me a large tip. He wasn't charging the guy, because he was going to help him breaking us in. To be our teacher, in return, he would get to use our bodies in any way he wanted, except that he was not to hurt us in any way. Driving over to the hotel room the man had rented, the master gave me a 1/2 dozen rubbers, telling me not to let anyone fuck my ass without wearing a rubber, and that I could get real sick if I let that happen. He also gave me a tube of lotion that he said was KY jelly, and that I should rub it on the guy's cock once the rubber was on, and it would help his cock to slide up my ass. He went on to explain, that I wasn't to tell the man that he was my Uncle, just a friend, that I wasn't to discuss money with the guy, and not to ask for any money. If the man though I was good, he would gladly give me some money, but to remember that he was my teacher, and didn't have to. He kept on giving me instructions about what to do, and what not to do. There was no way I could remember all. I think he was more nervous then I was. He walked me to the guy's door and stood back about 10 feet as I knocked. A well dressed man, in his mid-fifties answers with a smile on his face. My first impression was that he was a little overweight, with balding, grayish hair, not good-looking, but not bad either. "Hello, my name is .....", I started to say, and he said, before I could finish, "Come in boy". If you like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome

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Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2002 18:51:30 -0600 From: Ralph x <ral2652@hotmail.com> Subject: JJ Chapter 24 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys and men. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Here's a recap of the main characters so far: Michael - That's me and this story is being written through my eyes Jacob - 1st half of "JJ" Older twin brother to Michael, in love with his twin brother Jon. Jon - 2nd half of "JJ" In love with his twin brother Jacob Josh - Friend of the twins, also ex lover of Michael, largest cumming teen boy ever Kevin _ Brother to Josh, friend of Michael. cums just like his brother, loves getting hard cock up the ass Uncle Bill - Also known as the master. Introduced the boys to man sex now selling their bodies for a large profit, Ex pleasure boy myself. Keep them under control at times by force. Love John meet at pleasure boy party years ago. John - Friend and lover of Bill. Large cock over 10" and very thick loves his sex rough and hard. Also lover of teen boy sex. New characters just introduced or coming soon: Mr. Jim - Age 55, married with two children, I go to school with his son. My first "date" or customer. Mr. Bob - Age 58, single. Kevin's first "date" a birthday gift from Mr. Jim Mr. Mike - Age 57, single, Josh's first man to use his virgin ass Mr. Wayne - Age 72, single, Very wealthy host of the monthly "meeting" Lover of teen boy's, his private foundation runs a home for run-a-way teen boys, a good source for meeting his needs. In a long term relationship with Phillip Mr. Phil - Age 37, single but attached in a long-term relationship with Mr. Wayne. They met 22 years ago when Phil was 15 and Mr. Wayne was 50 at a party. Mr. Jack - Age 60, single Guest at the party who likes to fuck all the new boy's. Never cum's and can go for hours, fucking one ass after another. Likes to have them lined up and goes from one to the other's ass. A nephew of Mr. Wayne. Chapter 24 Mr. Jim, Mr. Bob, Kevin and I met up with Mr. Mike and Josh down in the lobby of the hotel, after we all just had some sex. You could tell on Josh's face that he just loved having his boy pussy fucked by Mr. Mike. He was hanging allover Mike as the men were talking to each other telling them about their evening so far. Mr. Mike was telling Bob and Jim about the cute little ass that Josh had and how tight his pussy was, he couldn't wait to get his cock back in and he almost blow off the party tonight so he just continue fucking Josh's ass. He also told them about the pretty panties that Josh wore which turned Josh's face a light shade of pink. Mr. Bob was telling Mr. Mike about the hairless crotch of Kevin and how cute his little boy cock was, how he was able to get the complete cock and nuts into his mouth and later he wanted to fuck his cute butt. Mr. Jim didn't say much to the guys about me, except he did lean over whispering into my ear that I was better then the both of them but he wasn't going to brag, and wanted to keep me to himself. Outside waiting for us was the biggest damn limo that I ever saw, the driver was holding open the door for us was so cute I wouldn't have minded sucking on his cock. The men were telling us boys about the party and how if we liked sex we were going to see and get enough to last us a long time. Mr. Mike did tell Josh to drop his pants so Mr. Bob and Mr. Jim could see his pretty panties. When josh dropped his pants we all could see his panties and Mr. Mike reached over and started rubbing Josh's hard cock telling the guys that Josh just couldn't get enough. He leaned over and gave Josh a kiss on the lips and told him to button up cause we had the whole night still to take care of him. When we arrived at a seclude mansion on the outskirts of town we were greeted by Mr. Phil who welcomed us! "Welcome, Mr. Bob, Mr. Mike and Mr. Jim" said Phil, shaking all their hands. "Could you please introduce me to your cute young associates"? Mr. Jim did the introductions as an older guy walked up to us rubbing Mr. Phil's back and ass, "Who do we have here" he asked Me Jim started the introductions again and the introduced us to Mr. Wayne. He gave each of us a big hug and while hugging me at least his hands were all over my ass and cock. "Looks like we have a horny young crowd tonight" said Mr. Wayne. I think the three of us all had boners in our pants. Mr. Wayne told us all to just drop the Mr. shit and be relax that he wanted everyone to have a good time. He told us that we were free to roam around the house and grounds if it was ok with our Associates, looking at Jim, Bob, and Mike, who just smiled. Mike then started telling Wayne and Phil about a problem sharing Josh that evening with the other guest. How Josh could suck off anyone but that his ass was a virgin one and only earlier that evening he had popped his cherry, that he wanted to get him at least a couple more times bareback that evening before he shared. Wayne and Phil seemed to understand and said that he would have to wear a red collar and that He would have to talk to Jack because they all knew how jack loved to fuck the new boys' ass. In fact he was already fucking some young black boy on the patio. While they were talking I was looking around and the place was very impressive, you could just tell about the fine furniture and stuff Wayne had around the house was first class. Looking over to what appeared to be the library I say two older me with their robes opened talking and enjoying a drink while two guys were sucking ion their half-hard cocks. Looking out the windows I could see maybe 20 older guys and some younger ones watching a young black guy getting it up the ass. I assume that must be Jack whom Wayne had mentioned earlier. I also saw that a bunch of guys were swimming in the large pool have a good time. All the older men were wearing robes while all the young ones were completely naked; a few did have collars on. I also saw a couple of naked cocktail waitress's serving drinks; they too were naked except for a black leather thing around their middles. This was the first time that I ever seen a pair of naked tits and they looked great to me. When they walked by a couple of men would stop them and suck a little on their tits and play with their crotch. Wayne was telling us that we should just help ourselves to food and drinks after we became more comfortable, I think he meant it was time we got naked. The men lead us to the cabana out by the pool the back way and I was getting very nervous about walking around naked with my cock sticking out in front of me, but I guess there was little I could do about it. Mike showed us were to put our clothes as he, Jim and Bob began getting out of theirs clothes and putting on robes. Josh, Kevin and I Just stood there naked, all our cocks were hard and sticking out in front of us. The men watching us just keep licking there lips as the watched us. "Don't worry about that boys" Mike said pointing at our cocks. "You're going to see so many hard cocks tonight that you're be amazed" Mike put a red collar around Josh's neck giving him a kiss telling him everything's was going to be ok and that no one tonight was going to fuck his ass. He was going to have to suck on some cock but that was all. While Bob and Jim were putting yellow collars on our necks telling us that we may get someone wanting to fuck our ass but they would have to get permission first. As we began walking to the door my cock was beginning to deflate showing how nervous I was, This was going to be the first time that I ever walked around naked in from of a bunch of horny old men. Looking over I seen that Josh's and Kevin's cock was in the same state. As we walked out onto the patio all eyes were on us. Mike, Bob and Jim started walking us around introducing us to their various friends who were getting an eyeful of our naked bodies. I seen so many cocks in various states that I now knew what Mike had meant. I saw cut cocks, uncut cocks, hard cocks, soft cocks, big cocks and small cocks. It did seen that when we began talking to the men their cocks were all getting bigger and bigger by the moment. Mike whispered to Bob and Jim that Jack was coming over and to let him handle things. "Evening guys" Jack said, looking at our bodies. "Hi Jack" they responded. "I heard that these cute boys are off limits tonight" Jack said. "Sorry Jack, but these guys are new and we still want to bareback back them a couple more times before sharing, if that's ok with you" Mike said. "No problem, so long as I can still touch them a little, and you promise to bring them back next time" as he began feeling my ass. "Damn it jack, you know your more then welcome to touch all you want, in fact the boys would consider a honor to even suck you cock" Bob said. "No, no that's ok, let me just touch them a little to see what I have to wait for", As he started playing with Kevin's plump ass. He was really getting into rubbing his hands ever Kevin's cheeks. Kevin did seen to enjoy this because his cock was hard again. "Looks like the boy likes having his ass played with" Jack said looking at Kevin's stiff cock. "I didn't say he didn't" Bob said. "I just want to fuck him a few more times before turning him loose on you animals" Oh my God, I couldn't believe my eyes, the cocktail waitress had cocks. What the hell was this I asked Jim? Here was a greet pair of big tits and a semi-hard cock. I knew that what I wanted tonight for desert. Jim told me they were she boys, guys who had tits and still had a cock. They like dress up as women but didn't want to give up their cocks. All the help here at the house were men, anyone we say looking like a woman was really a man. No matter how they were dressed. I keep looking at the other young guys and decided that many of them were not that young, They were trying to be young by shaving their bodies and all but that they still were in their late teens or early twenties. These guys just didn't want to end the fun they had as youths. It was no wonder that every eye in the place was looking at us. Every one was talking about the big show tonight, I assume they meant with the twins, it seemed that every month a new act or show was put on and then things turned into an orgy. When Jack began telling every tht the show was about to begin and we should go into the cabana house to watch. As we entered the room I seen a little stage had been set up in the middle of the room with large soft chairs all around pointed at the stage, everyone would have a good view. Also, everyone was beginning to pair up with their mates for the evening. I saw that Jack had some guy with him that was real cute but he wasn't young, just clean-. The lights dimmed and Jon and Jacob began walking towards from different ends of the room. Both of them were fully dressed, the only ones in the room. The guys began to whistling and cheering them on; I have to admit they looked hot. They came to each other and started to deep kiss, their tongues into each other mouths. Hands were rubbing the body of the others, and then the shouting started about they should take it off, all off. The twins just keep up their kissing and playing with the fully dress body of the other. Looking around the room I could see that many of the men were doing the same to their partners. Jim reached for me and started kiss my face, this show had only begun and he was getting worked up fast. Wait till the guys got naked and he would surely pop his load. The twins now had their hands under the other's shirt yet no skin as of yet was exposed. The minute a little flesh showed the crowd clapped and yelled for more. The twins separated a little while Jacob raised his arms as Jon pulled his shirt up exposing his naked chest. Boy did the crowded loved that sight, as Jon started sucking on Jacob's nipple. Jacob's arms were still over his head while Jon's tongue continued licking his nipple, his mouth was away a little and we could just see his tongue darting out at Jacob's hard nipple. Jim was getting into watching the twins and I could see and feel his hard cock stick up between his legs. I opened his robe and started licking his nipple just as Jon was doing to Jacob. Jacob lowered his arms and began taking Jon's shirt also, just like Jacob had done he also raised his arms over his head exposing his naked chest for all to see. My god they looked sexy their bodies were beginning to glisten in sweat from the hot lights and hot action. Jacob was doing the same to Jon with his tongue except now Jon began moaning in pleasure, delighting the crowd. Looking down I seen that Jim's hard cock had a drop on pre-cum forming on his purple cock head so I licked it off. Jim brought his hands down over my head forcing my mouth over his hard cock. He leaned back on the chair forcing more of his throbbing cock deeper in my mouth. My head was bobbing over his cock as my hands began playing with his balls. His hips were pumping his cock deep in my mouth and the way he was acting I knew that soon I would be rewarded with his cum in my mouth. He pulled my head off his hard cock telling me "not yet"; he wanted to watch more of the show. He did grab my cock and was slowly stroking it while playing with my balls. Looking around the room I could see that must of the younger guys had their partners cocks buried deep in their throats. Kevin was licking under the ball sack of Bob while josh was just sucking on Mike's cock. The black guy was sucking on Jacks cock while stroking his own hard cock. It was the longest cock tht I even seen, it must have been 12" long but it also was very skinny. My cock was much thicker and my guess was his cock was only maybe half the thickness of mine. I keep wondering how it would feel to have that skinny long cock deep in my ass. Looking back at the twins who now had removed there pants and were standing there in just the black jocks. They were still kissing and feeling the hard cocks of each other, there cock heads were just showing through the waist bands of their jocks giving everyone a little show of what to come. Their hands were rubbing each other's ass spreading the cheeks apart showing the audience a little of their boy pussy hole. Every time it would get the reaction from the audience that they wanted, you would have thought that the twins were pros at this, not beginners. The twins separated looking into each other's eyes and began slowly lowering their own jocks. When their cock sprang out the audience went nuts with the cheering and yelling. Here were two hot looking young boys with their hard cocks sticking out. The were completely identical and at this point I couldn't tell them apart. Both cocks were about 6 1/2" long and thick with both cock heads having a drop of pre-cum. If you didn't know better you would think that you were looking in a mirror. Jon, I think dropped to his knees licking the pre-cum off Jacob's cock head while slowly taking more and more of his cock in his mouth. Jacob leaned his head back and just slowly started pumping his hard cock into Jon's mouth. He would go deep but would pull all the way out showing the crowd his cock before reinserting it into Jon's mouth. I had seen the twins have sex many times before but for some reason tonight they were even turning me on. I don't know when they had practiced this show but it was really good. Jon now stood up while as Jacob dropped to his knees. Holding Jacob's cock in his hand he licked the pre-cum off Jacobs cock head and then started licking up and down his hard cock. Jacob's cock was twitching as Jon's tongue just keep licking Jacob's cock all over. Jon lifted Jacob's ball was started licking them all over, he raised them and started lifting them to get under them and began licking the area between his balls and boy hole. Jon dropped to his knees not being able to stand anymore with Jacob servicing his cock. They once again kissing with their hard cocks pressed up against each other bodies and their tongues deep into the other's mouth. They each where pumping their hard cocks against the body of the other, you could see that both cocks were covered in pre-cum from the other cock. They lay down now side by side and slowly began stroking the other's hard cock; Jon turned his body around so his face was lined up with Jacob's cock while Jacob's face was lined up with his. They both began by licking the pre-cum off the cock that was in front of their face, before taking it in their mouth. I could hear some of the guys in the audience exclaiming that they were cumming followed by the moans of pleasure. A couple of guys walked up to the stage with their hard cocks leading the way and began stroking their man men over the twins. Their young associates came up next to them service their man meat with their hands. The two guys started cumming over then twins; one's guy cum landed near Jon's cock while the other's cum was near Jacob's cock. The twins didn't look up at who had cum but just began licking up their rewards with their tongues. I think that this just may have driven half the audience over the edge. The twins laid on their backs stroking their own cocks which began erupted with cum load after load of boy cream. They had their legs spread wide exposing their holes as their cocks just kept shooting cum. The first shot had landed on their own face and they both were licking their own cum from there faces. Looking over Mike had Josh kneeling before him as he pumped his cock into Josh ass again. Josh was enjoying the feeling of once again having Mikes man meat plugging his ass. He was moving his ass backwards over Mikes cock as Mike just kept pumping his boner into Josh's ass. Kevin ass also was being plowed with Bob's hard cock, a couple of guys were watching the two of them going at it but didn't want to take their eyes off the twins. I got down in front of Jim and took his pre-cum leaking cock into my mouth. This time he didn't stop me but began pumping his cock into my mouth. I could taste his man juice as more and more of it came out of his cock. What I wanted now was Jim hard cock up my ass, so I turned around offering my ass to him. He wasted no time in granting my wish and drove his hard cock up my ass, as my own cock started shoot my cum. I grabbed my cock stroking it to get the most pleasure I could get from it, while Jim's cock exploded in my ass. I could feel and hear his moans of pleasure as his cock just kept shooting load after load of his man juice deep in my ass. He shot about 5 loads of his thick hot cum into me and I wanted a taste. While he had began to go soft I again turned around taking his softening cock in my mouth getting my reward. Bob and Mike both pulled their hard cocks out of Kevin and Josh ass and told them to finish them off with their mouths. They took the cocks into their mouths and were soon reward with hot man juice as they sucked the hard cocks dry. Kevin and Josh stood up stroking their own hard cocks and Mike told them to go over and cum on the twins. Every in the room watched Kevin and Josh as they walked over stroking their hard teen cocks to the twins. I knew that every one was going to enjoy watch the amount of cum these guys could shot. Jon and Jacob opened their eyes and looked up as Kevin and Josh began stroking their cocks over them, they smiled knowing that the audience was in for a treat. Kevin's cock began shooting first. His cock was coating Jon's body with his cum and the audience gathered around watching his cock shot more and more boy cream. Now Josh cock began shooting his boy cream and guys were actually reach out with their hands to catch some before tasting it with their tongues. His cock was twitching and throbbing as more and more of his teen cream shot out, he cum now covered most of Jacob's body and was still shooting more cum. As his cock stopped cumming some old man dropped to his knees in front of Josh taking his cock into his mouth announcing "I hope this is the fountain of youth" which brought a laugh from everyone. Jack announced for everyone to hear "I have to fuck those asses" He walked over to Jon and used the cum on him to wet his cock before inserting it into Jon boy pussy. He drove it deep and hard and just kept pumping it into his pussy hole. Jon's cock got hard again as he stroked it with his own hand. I was surprised how quickly he came which again brought a cheer from the crown, most of whom had gathered around them. He didn't cum much only four loads of cum, which brought hands out to catch. Jack pulled his cock out of Jon's ass and once again got it wet with cum now from Jacob's chest. Getting it wet he heard Jacob telling him to "fuck his ass good and hard". This brought a smile to Jacks face and he drove his cock into Jacob's ass. Jacob moaned with pleasure and pushed his body back towards Jack's driving cock. Jacob was moaning and crying out for Jack to fuck his ass hard, his pleading was giving everyone another hard on. Jack was plowing his cock into Jacob's ass trying to get Jacob's cock to explode with cum. He didn't know that Jacob was doing everything he could not to cum, he wanted Jack to cum first. They went on for about 15 minutes before Jack announced that HE was going to cum. No one every remembers, seeing Jack cum before except maybe a few of the pleasure boys in the privacy of Jack's bedroom. He pulled his purple head cock out h=of Jacob's ass and shot a load of cum that covered Jacob's face, he was shooting as much or more cum then Kevin or Josh. His cock just kept shooting cum as he was stroking his own meat. The cries of pleasure made it sound like he hadn't cum in a long time and with the amount of cum he shot I wouldn't have been surprised if it hadn't been weeks. As his cock was still cumming, Jacob had grabbed his own cock pumping his cock he also began cumming. They both cumming with smiles on their faces as the crowd cheered them on watching their cumming cocks shooting load after load of cum. Jack leaned down and kissed Jacob on the lips thanking him for a good fuck. Mr. Phil came over to the twins and also thanked them for a great show, one of the best they every had. He suggested if they wanted to go over and get in the hot tub to relax and wash up, they were invited to stay and enjoy the rest of the party. If you would like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome

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Date: Mon, 7 Oct 2002 00:29:37 -0400 (EDT) From: Solar System Subject: sex-city-in-the-country-2 Author: Craig Reichel Title: Sex City in the Country Authors Note: I took what little advice I received into consideration when I wrote this. Please let me know if there is anything different here that you like/dislike. Just a reminder, this is a work of fiction. I would like only constructive feedback. So if you don't like it tell me how it can be better if you like it tell me what you liked and how it could be better. My e-mail is stellartravel@excite.com Thank you. Chapter 2 Master Rick Master Rick rose from bed and decided he felt like a little fun before breakfast. He got on his computer and went through the database to find his favourite submissive Bradley. Bradley is white, five foot eight and 168 pound. With long blond hair and bright blue eyes he is a sharp contrast to Master Rick who is black, six foot two and 212 pounds. With short black hair and dark brown eyes they are nothing alike. Master Rick quickly found Bradley's info and marked him as booked. He then proceeded to dial Bradley's beeper. Bradley was on the other side of the community enjoying time in the flower gardens when his beeper went off. Bradley was so used to going to Master Rick he could walk the route blindfolded. Bradley thought about the last time he had been with Master Rick. He had been bound to the cross and abused with sex toys and whips for hours. Upon arriving at Master Rick's Bradley got on his knees, as is expected. He immediately heard, "Get in here boy!" Bradley proceeded to crawl in and his jaw dropped at the sight he beheld. The entire place was illuminated with only candles. Dark cloth covered all window and doorways. The walls, floors, and ceilings were all black. Master Rick stood in the middle of the room wearing a black, full body leather suit only leaving his eyes, mouth, and cock uncovered. His 7 inch uncut cock was very fat for its length. Next to Master Rick was a series of chains and pulleys. Master Rick orders Bradley into the middle of the hanging chains. Bradley immediately crawled into positions, his 6 inch cut cock and balls swinging between his legs. "Now boy, we are going to have some fun. You are not to speak now until you are instructed to. You understand?" Bradley nods knowing that he has not been given direct permission to speak. "Very good boy." Master Rick states with a smile. Master Rick pulls down one chain and wraps it around Bradley's left wrist. Then another around his right wrist. Master Rick does this to Bradley's elbows, shoulders, thighs, knees, and ankles. Now Master Rick can put Bradley into any position he wishes. Master Rick pulls out Bradley's butt plug and shoves in an 8 inch long 1 inch radius dildo. Next Master Rick positions Bradley in a kneeling position and shoves his 7 inch fuck pole into Bradley's mouth. Bradley's lips gladly part and his throat opens to accept the entire length of his cock. Bradley moans as Master Rick slowly slides his cock in and out of Bradley's experienced mouth. Bradley massages the shaft and head with his tongue on every stroke. Master Rick's balls hit Bradley in the chin making a slapping noise as Master Rick increases his pace. Master Rick begins to moan with please as he grabs Bradley's head and starts to fuck like an animal. In and out with astonishing speed. He blows his load into Bradley's waiting mouth. Bradley swallows spurt of spurt of the seeming unending stream of cum coming from Master Rick. Next Master Rick raises Bradley laid out flat at the correct height to fuck him easily. He began to swing Bradley back and forth. Bradley's mind swims with excitement as he moves back and forth. The taste of Master Rick's sweet cum still in his mouth. Bradley's heart races with lust as his entire body shines with sweat in the pale candlelight. Master Rick pulls out the dildo and shoves it into Bradley's mouth. Bradley quickly cleans it with his tongue tasting his own ass. Them flavour turns him on even more causing his 6 inch rod to grow even harder. Master Rick allows Bradley to slide onto his cock. Quickly he pushes Bradley away causing Bradley to pull off his cock. Master Rick thinks, "Boy his ass is nicer then ever. He must be working those buns of his. I got to love his ass. He's going to love this." Bradley moans with lust each time he slams into Master Rick's cock. Each time Bradley can feel Master Rick's balls slam into his ass. Master Rick pushes Bradley getting him to swing faster and harder. Master Rick's cock keeps invading Bradley's hole. Master Rick grabs the chains and pulls Bradley back and forth on his cock, each time almost letting his cock slip out but not far enough. He moved Bradley fast and hard causing Bradley's head to swim with lust and his balls ache with passion. Quickly Master Rick shoved Bradley all the way down on his cock and blew his load up Bradley's ass. Bradley could feel each warm spurt being shot up his ass. The feeling was too much for him causing him to cum all over his chest. Master Rick pulled the dildo out of his mouth, let Bradley down and told him, "Clean yourself and my cock up, boy!" Bradley knelt in front of Master Rick and proceeded to lick his hard cock clean. Master Rick moaned with pleasure as the boy worked on his cock. Then Bradley cleaned himself up lapping up his cum with pleasure. Master Rick then replaced the boys butt plug. Then said, "Thank you, now get out!" Bradley got up and ran out. Once back at his apartment he sat back and thought about the day. He got hard again and jerked off slow and long. Meanwhile Master Rick told himself, "That boy is so hot and is only getting better with time. I wonder what I'll do with him next time. Going to have to have something extra special. I really love his hot round ass. Until next time Bradley."

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Date: Sun, 3 Nov 2002 18:41:27 -0500 (EST) From: Solar System Subject: sex-city-in-the-country-4 Author: Craig Reichel Title: Sex City in the Country Authors Note: Let me know if there is anything different here that you like/dislike. Just a reminder, This is a work of fiction. So if you don't like it tell me how it can be better if you Please tell me what you liked and how it could be better. My e-mail is stellartravel@excite.com Thank you. Chapter 4 Ryan, Master Tom, and the chair. Ryan had just got off working on the farm when he was paged. Master Tom wanted him immediately. Ryan ran off towards the second story apartment of Master Tom half way across the compound. Upon reaching Master Tom's room he got down on his knees, as is expected, and knocked at the door. Master Tom quickly opened the door and told Ryan, "Get in here, go to the center of the room and strip!" Ryan crawled in on his hands and knees, showing proper respect, and once in the center room stripped. Now Ryan is 5'6 but and built, from the time he spent in the gym. He has short brown hair, blue eyes, shaved from the neck down, and is 5' uncut. Master Tom is 6'3 with a huge build and short black hair, brown eyes, a hairy chest, and an 8'uncut cock. Master Tom pulled a chair out of the side room that had a dildo on the seat. "Sit on it boy". Master Tom ordered with an evil grin on his face. Ryan sat down slowly feeling the huge 8 inch long inch diameter dildo filling his ass. Once he got all the way down Master Tom came over and flipped a switch. The dildo began to vibrate like crazy. Ryan's mind swam from the pleasure as he let out a slow moan. Master Tom smiled with approval. He came over to Ryan and placed on a pair of tight nipple clamps. Ryan winced from the pain. Master Tom thought to himself, "We are going to have a lot of fun tonight. Wait until I turn on the alternator." He then proceed to approach Ryan again and asked, "You ready for this." With a smile, not giving Ryan a chance to answer flipped another switch. Now the vibrator sped up and then slowed down and sped up again. Over and over with a cycle of about a minute. Ryan thought, "I must be in heaven." As he let out a long moan. Master Tom smiled to see that all was going as planned. He pulled out a small whip and thought to himself, "Time to mix things up for the boy." Master Tom proceeded to walk around Ryan in circles whipping him with varying degrees of strength. Ryan had no idea when the next blow would fall or how hard. His mind swam with confusion as the torment continued. Mater Tom just continued to circle him whipping him unexpectedly causing pain to mix with pleasure in a manner that caused Ryan to no longer differentiate between the two. Ryan's body glistened with sweat as he let out one long moan and came all over the floor in front of him. Master Tom smiled and commanded, "Get down there boy and clean up your mess." Ryan quickly jumped off the chain and got down on the hands and knees. Master Tom yelled, "No hands boy, put them behind your back." Ryan quickly placed his hand behind his back, his face falling into the floor. Ryan began to lick up all his cum. As Ryan was doing this Master Tom came up behind Ryan and shoved his 8 inch cock down Ryan's boypussy in one stroke. Ryan jolted his back straight from the sensation then went back to licking up his cum. Master Tom began to pump Ryan's ass fast and hard. Ryan continued to clean up his mess as Master Toms huge cock invaded his pussy. After a minute Master Tom was covered in sweat, his whole body shining, and his hips pounding away at the boys ass. Master Tom moaned as he continued to pound the boys pussy. In and out hard and fast. Then Master Toms entire body tensed up as he filled the boys ass with cum. Ryan could feel his ass being filled up by the mans cum. Ryan moaned from the pleasant feeling of the warm liquid cum. Master Tom ordered Ryan to clean his cock and then kicked him out of the room. Then Master Tom sat down and thought, "This has been a very pleasant evening."

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Date: Fri, 13 Dec 2002 19:38:13 -0600 From: Ralph x Subject: JJ Chapter 23 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys and men. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Chapter 23 Josh was a little nervous when the man shut the door, and just stood there looking him over. He was blocking the only way of escape, which brought butterflies to his stomach. The man was just standing there, staring at his crotch. He finally spoke, telling him his name was Mike, and how happy he was to meet him. Josh walked back to him, and stuck his hand out to shake Mike's hand, but Mike just spread his arms, taking Josh into them, giving him a hug. While hugging Josh, the man's hands were all over him, starting at his upper back, down to his boy butt, rubbing his cheeks with his man hands. As the man held Josh close to him, he could feel the man's large cock raising up, and getting hard. Mike's hands did feel good when they were rubbing his ass, but Josh didn't know what to do, should he start playing with Mike's hardening cock? Should he also be rubbing Mike's ass with his hands? He just didn't know what to do. Mike could sense that Josh was having trouble with the situation, and eased up with his hug, giving Josh a quick kiss on the lips, he suggested that they move over to the couch and get to know each other better, much better. As Josh walked over to the couch, he could feel Mike's eyes watch his ass, so just before sitting down, he wiggled his ass a little, and the man laughed. He came over with a soda for Josh, and a beer for himself, while they started to talk. Mike wanted to know all about him, and as Josh talked, Mike was beginning to run his hands up and down Josh's leg. His hand started at the knee, and worked its way to the inner thigh, causing Josh's cock to spring to life. Mike noticed what was happening, and brought his arm around Josh's neck, bringing his head closer to Mike's mouth. As their mouths met, Mike's hand found Josh's hard cock in his pants. Mike's other hand was rubbing Josh's back, as the two of them sat there kissing. Mike's hand had worked its way under Josh's shirt, and now was rubbing his naked back with his hand. Josh's hand started to rub Mike's leg, working it's way up to Mike's cock. When his hand was on his hard cock, Mike told him it was ok to take it out and play with it, if he wanted. As Josh's hands were busy getting Mike's cock out, Mike started removing Josh's shirt exposing his smooth teen body, for Mike to admire. He sat there just looking at Josh's hard nipples and flat stomach, as Josh was working hard to get Mike's hard cock out. Mike lifted his ass up a little, helping Josh to get his hard cock out of his pants. When he sat back down, he told Josh to "Make love to my cock." Josh pulled Mike's pants down to his knees, and started to unbutton Mike's shirt, but never took his eyes off that cock. Mike's cock was about 6 1/2" to 7" long, and not overly thick. Sure, it was bigger than any other cock that had been up his ass, but he knew he could handle this one easy enough, and couldn't wait to have Mike fuck him. When Josh got Mikes shirt open, and his pants down, he took a look at Mike's body. It was covered in gray hair, and he could see the man needed to get into the sun a little. Most guys he'd seen naked in the past, had at least some sort of bathing suit line separating the skin that was exposed to the sun, and then a white patch around the groin that wasn't exposed. Mike's skin was one shade of white all over, and without the gray hair, he would have been completely white, with no color. Mike reached up with his hand, taking the back of Josh's head, forcing him down over his hard cock. Mike knew what he wanted, and that was Josh's mouth around his cock. Josh opened his mouth, taking in Mike's cock. Mike just leaned back, enjoying Josh's mouth sucking on his man meat. He was slowly pumping his cock into Josh's mouth as Josh began playing with Mike's nuts. This seemed to make Mike happy, because he started pumping his cock a little faster into Josh's mouth. After a few minutes, Mike told Josh to stand up and get his clothes off. Josh stood up and backed off a little, only to have Mike tell him to get closer. Josh started with his shoes, and began unbuckling his pants. He was a little embarrassed over the underwear that the master had picked out for him, but he had no choice. Mike's face was only a few feet from his body. When Josh started to lower his pants, Mike stopped him and brought him closer so he was able to remove them himself. He was teasing himself, when he was taking off Josh's pants. He was going very slow, rubbing his hands over Josh's hard cock and firm ass. As the pants slipped down exposing the bluish panty-type underwear, Mike took a sharp intake of air. He let Josh's pants drop to the floor, and brought his face right into Josh's crotch. His mouth was wrapped around Josh's hard cock, with the silk-like material separating Josh's cock from the Mike's mouth. Mike's hands were playing with Josh's ass again. He wasn't touching Josh's naked skin, but was rubbing his ass through the material. Josh did now see why the master wanted him to wear this underwear. Mike was enjoying himself as he continued to suck on Josh's cock through the material. Mike's hands finally found their way under the panties, and his hands were rubbing Josh's naked ass. His mouth was still sucking on Josh's cock through the material, until he pulled Josh's cock and balls out through the leg opening, now taking Josh's naked cock into his mouth. It felt strange to Josh, to have his cock being sucked with the panties still on, but he didn't care because it felt sooooooo good! Mike's fingers were working around Josh's boy pussy hole, and Josh could feel them slowly starting to open him up. Mike brought one hand up to Josh's mouth, forcing one finger in, getting it nice and wet, before returning it to Josh's ass. He worked this finger slowly, but steadily, into Josh ass, working his way deep around Josh's outer ring. When he met no more resistance, he once again brought his hand up to Josh's mouth. This time Josh knew what Mike wanted, and started sucking on the two fingers Mike had put into his mouth. When they were also nice and wet, he returned them to Josh's hole working them in. All this time, he just continued sucking on Josh's cock, bringing Josh closer to cumming. This time, when Mike removed his fingers from Josh's ass, he told him that they should get on the bed. Mike stood up and started removing the rest of his clothes, so Josh thought that he should remove the panties. Mike stopped him, telling him to leave them on, and just get on the bed. Both their cocks where rock hard, and sticking out from their bodies, Josh's tight up against his belly. Mike's cock had a drip of pre-cum bubbling from his slit, and Josh really wanted to lick it off, so when Mike got close enough to the bed, Josh reached out, bringing Mike's cock to his mouth. He licked the drop of pre-cum off Mike's cock, and then took the entire hard cock deep in his mouth. "Get that cock nice and wet", Mike told Josh, as he pumped his cock into his mouth. Mike reached down and moved the panty material over, exposing Josh's boy hole, which his fingers started to enter again. This time, Mike used Josh's pre-cum to wet his fingers more, and again was pumping both his cock in Josh's mouth, and his fingers into his ass. Josh's cock was leaking pre-cum, was wet, and just now Mike had used Josh pre-cum as lube to finger fuck his ass. Josh let Mike's cock out of his mouth, and said, "Oh, please sir, fuck my ass; I want you now", pleaded Josh. Mike looked down at him, and put another finger into Josh's ass, opening him up even more, for his man cock. He pumped it a couple of times, and then said to Josh, "So you want my cock up your ass.". "Oh, please, Mike, I need you cock in me, please fuck my ass"! Josh cried out. Mike moved the panties over, but didn't take them off Josh, as he lined his throbbing hard cock up with the boy's hole. He reached over to the nightstand where earlier he had left a tube of lube, so that his cock would slide easily into Josh's boy pussy. He applied a generous amount, both to his cock and Josh's hole, and then placed his cock head at the outer ring. "You want my cock"? He asked Josh. "Please, Mike give me your man meat", cried Josh. Mike slipped his cock all the way into Josh's love hole, till the hairs around his cock were resting on Josh's ass. He loved the feeling of Josh's tight ass wrapped around his cock. The thought that his cock was where no man had gone before, was bring him closer to cumming then he wanted. This boy was one hot piece of meat, well worth the 1,000.00 dollars he had paid to fuck his virgin ass. He just kept his cock buried deep into Josh, and twitched his cock a couple of times, driving Josh to cry out, "fuck me, sir, Please, fuck me". I'm so close to cumming. Please drive your man meat into me". Pleaded Josh. He wanted Mike to fuck his ass. He was so close to cumming that he couldn't take it any more. When Mike began pumping his cock in his hole, it drove Josh over the edge. "Oh, Oh I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmming!" yelled Josh, as his cock started shooting a massive amount of cum from his piss slit. The force behind his shooting cum, shot the first load over his own head, then the next couple landed on his face, dripping into his mouth. He was licking at his own cum, dripping into his mouth, as more and more cum just erupted from his throbbing cock. The more Mike pumped his cock into him, the more his own cock shot more cum. His chest and stomach were wet and white from his cum, but yet more cum was oozing out of his cock. God, this boy was tight. Mike loved the feeling of his hard cock ramming into this boy-pussy. When Josh started to cum his ass muscles wrapped tighter around his cock, driving him over the edge. Josh's hips were bucking up and down, trying to drive more and more of Mike's cock into himself. Mike just held still as Josh's body did all the work on his cock, and he shot a few loads in the boy's ass. It felt good having the boy's hips driving his cock deep, and the muscles that tightened around his cock were unbelievable. He knew that he would have to fuck this boy a couple more times tonight, and again in the future. He was well worth the money. He had watched Josh as he came, and couldn't believe the amount of cum this young boy could shoot. Josh was covered in his own cum, and he had this silly smile on his face, that told Mike he enjoyed having a hard cock cumming in his ass. Some of his cum was still on Josh's face, and Mike leaned over to get a taste of the boy cream. When his soft cock fell out of Josh's ass Josh said, "Thank you, sir. I love having you fuck my ass`. He leaned over; kissing Mike's soft cock, getting a taste of Mike's cum, also. Just then, the phone rang, and when Mike answered it, he told Jim to give them 10 minutes, because they both needed to take a quick shower before leaving for the party. If you would like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome

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Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2002 14:25:33 EDT From: Arovingi@aol.com Subject: Lessons for a sub, II I followed Sir's instructions during the week. Interestingly, there was no e-mails from him during the week and he did not reply when I e-mailed him. This left me with the difficult decision of determining what to do during the week and whether I was expected back as we has discussed. Each day, I inserted the butt plug and thought of little else but Sir's cock. As the 7th day neared, I became more and more excited. On the drive to Sir's home, butt plug inserted, I wondered if he had changed his mind and that was the reason he did not contact me any further. When I walked up to his door, I noticed it was open slightly. I called in, but there was no answer. As I opened the door, some low lights were on, but I could not see anyone. Determining to take the plunge, I knew the routine and went into the bathroom, removed the buttplug and entered the shower scrubbing down completely. As I got out, I toweled down and re-inserted the plug. After one week, it was almost comfortable. As I left the bathroom, I saw Sir standing with just gym shorts on. Without a word from him, I kneeled before him and kissed his feet. I was still a bit cold from the evaporating water on me. I felt Sir lean over as he attached a collar around my neck. Speaking for the first time, Sir said, "You have pleased me very much. You arrived on time and took initiative. This collar is your reward. I may give you another reward for being so good. Is there anything you may want right now." I replied without any hesitation, "Please fuck me Sir". "Bend over slut", Sir order. I tucked my head from my kneeling position and stuck out my ass. Sir removed my plug and after a moment I heard him say, "No, you are not ready for me yet. But you are ready for a bigger plug." He then left the room and when he came back in I felt him apply oil and insert a new plug. This one felt like it must have been enormous and I winced with the pain. "Good", he said. "Your pussy is going to be just right for me soon." "Thank You Sir", I said humbly in reply. "I am very horny slut, I want you to use your mouth and make me cum". Sir removed his shorts, sat on his couch and I crawled over to him feel the butt plug deep inside me with each move. I loved the feeling of having already known his cock once and building upon the comfort of pleasing him. I licked his flaccid cock all over and then took him into my mouth. I loved the feel of him growing inside of my mouth. I then felt myself getting lost into him. Sucking and licking and feeling him deep in my throat. I then moved off his cock to kiss his balls but Sir pushed me further toward his ass, putting his legs on my shoulders. I had never eaten ass before, but I went for Sir's without hesitation. I began licking around his hole and loved the feeling of Sir's shudders. I began to eat him wildly probing inside of him with my tongue while moving my hand up and down his shaft, jerking him off. I then went back to his cock with my mouth while Sir began thrusting into me. "Excellent, boy", he muttered over and over. However, as he came, he pulled me from him and his cum gushed in streams on my face. I felt it moving so slowly down me and went to take it with my fingers so I could eat it. "Don't touch it," he commanded. "I want it to dry on you". Sir then pulled me up and said, "I am hungry. There is some shrimp and pasta in the refrigerator." Fortunately, I am a very good cook and saw that Sir had a well stocked kitchen. I made the pasta and the shrimp with oil and herbs. I also made a salad and took some bread and garlic and put that in the oven. There was an opened bottle of wine and I poured Sir a glass. When the food was prepared, I told Sir. "Sit on the floor next to me", he said as he entered the kitchen. Sir sat down and I kneeled next to him feeling the butt plug with each move and feeling the drying cum on my face. He tasted the pasta with shrimp and said, "I have found a very good boy indeed. He listens, learns and is a good cook too." After he bit into the garlic bread, Sir gave me his fingers to lick clean then he wiped them on my hair. After Sir was done, he had a bit left on his plate. He got up and scrapped the rest into a dog bowel and poured some wine into another bowel. He placed the bowels in front of me. "You may eat", he said. Like a dog and without utensils, I placed my face into the bowel and ate Sir's leftovers. I tried to find a polite way drinking the wine out of the bowel, but there simply was no way, so I began to lap it up. After I was done, Sir said, "You have done well and I have made you a dessert." He went to the freezer and pulled out an ice-pop. It appeared to be lemon and he allowed me to use my hands to eat it. It took me a few tastes to realize that what I was consuming was Sir's piss in a frozen state. I must have shown my realization because Sir gave a broad smile. I said, "It is wonderful Sir". ""Good, " he answered. "I want you to want to crave all liquids from me. My piss, my cum, my spit. They are all gifts to you." After I finished my pop and cleaned the kitchen, I returned back to the living room where Sir was reading a magazine. Without a word I kneeled before him. I began to feel Sir's bare foot playing with my cock and I immediately got hard. Sir got up and then returned with a cock ring and ball bag which attached. After he was done he slapped my engorged cock a few times and said, "I like it when you are hard. It means that you are thinking of me. Now, go to the table and take the nipple clamps. I want you to put them on you with as much pressure as you can handle." I went to the table and found the nipple clamps with tightening screws. I tightened the clamps until I was in actual pain. I returned to my spot at Sir's feet. Sir took the screws in between his fingers and tightened them just a bit more. The pain was horrific. "You will get used to it," Sir said almost sympathetically. Sir put on the tv and we watched together for an hour - me at his feet. After the show, Sir said, you may dress now and go home. Next week I want you here one hour earlier and be prepared to spend the night. We are going to have a very full evening. I don't want you to wash my cum off of your face until tomorrow morning and you may not cum yourself until I see you. Remember, keep inserting your new butt plug daily. You will be glad you did." With that, I dressed and left Sir's home kissing his feet as I left and thanking him. Thanks to everyone for their comments. Keep them coming.

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Date: Tue, 17 Sep 2002 13:57:53 -0400 (EDT) From: Solar System Subject: sex-city-in-the-country-1 Author: Craig Reichel Title: Sex City in the Country Authors Note: This is my first story, a work of fiction. I would like only constructive feedback. So if you don't like it tell me how it can be better if you like it tell me what you liked and how it could be better. My e-mail is stellartravel@excite.com Thank you. Establishing the setting: Out in the middle of the prairies of North America is a small community completely isolated. Surrounded by fences to keep wildlife out and only accessible by an unmarked dirt road it is truly isolated. Here a wonderful array of apartment buildings exist. There is also a cafeteria and machine shop. This community has a farm to supply it with food. But unlike most this one is only populated by gay men. There are two classes here, in the big apartments are the masters who pay a monthly rent to live there. Each of their apartments has kitchens, full bathrooms, and all the amenities of life. Then there are the submissives whose apartments are small, have no bathing facilities or kitchens and only basis entertainment facilities like books and a television. The submissives earn their keep by working on the compound doing maintenance, farming, and working the cafeteria and machine shop. They are only aloud to eat in the cafeteria and to shower in public showers. They all have cock rings and butt plugs as standard wear. They must also wear only tight fitting spandex shorts and shirts as well as sandals when not working. Furthermore each is required to carry a pager at all times. When working the submissives are allowed to wear clothing appropriate to the dangers around. But only when working is this permitted. Also submissive were required to work our three hours a day four days a week and this was also scheduled for them. The masters have access to a computer database to see when the submissives are scheduled to work. Whenever a master wants a submissive he must page the submissive and the submissive will report immediately. The masters are not allowed to call a submissive during his work shifts or prevent a submissive from reporting to a work shift. Once the submissive has been paged the master enters into the database that the submissive is occupied so that no other master attempts to page the submissive while busy with another master. During the time a submissive is not busy with work or a master they are allowed to do as they please as long as they don't leave. This is the world in which the story will take place. Chapter 1 Ryan's Day Ryan had just got off working in the cafeteria, in which he was allowed full clothing and proper shoes, when he was paged. Master Tom wanted him immediately. Ryan ran off towards the second story apartment of Master Tom half way across the compound. Upon reaching Master Tom's room he got down on his knees, as is expected, and knocked at the door. Master Tom quickly opened the door and told Ryan, "Get in here, go to the center of the room and strip!" Ryan crawled in on his hands and knees, showing proper respect, and once in the center room stripped. Now Ryan is merely 5'6 but was built from the time he spent in the gym. He has short brown hair, blue eyes, shaved from the neck down, and is 5' uncut. Master Tom is 6'3 with a huge build, lots of muscles everywhere, with short black hair, brown eyes, a hairy chest, and an 8'uncut cock to boot. "Follow me!" Master Tom ordered pulling Ryan sideways by the shoulder. He threw Ryan onto a round table and strapped his arms and legs to pegs around the sides. Ryan was lying on his back on this round table spread eagle and thinking about all the things he'd heard about Master Tom. Apparently Master Tom was known for unique methods in which to get pleasure and torture his subs. Just then the table tipped over so it was sideways. Then Ryan realized it was a wheel Ryan's mind filled with terror at the thoughts of what was going to happen next. Master Tom blinded folded him and said in a mocking sort of voice, "The funs about to begin." With the Ryan could feel himself moving. "Ready for this?" Ryan heard. Master Tom's huge cock shoved its way past Ryan's lips and pressed into his mouth. The huge cocked filled Ryan's mouth and went back into his throat. Ryan was sideways on the wheel with Master Tom's 9' prick fucking him like an animal in heat. Master Tom laughed as he pulled his cock out. Ryan was wondering what was going on but not for long. Master Tom gave the wheel a spin. Ryan whirled around three times before being stopped just to have Master Tom's dick reinserted with force. Ryan gagged slightly but, being used to this, recovered quickly. Ryan was a little dizzy not to mention disoriented but he had a raging hardon. Master Tom's prick fucked like crazy as he talked dirty to Ryan. "You enjoying this slut? Your mouth is so warm and moist. It feels so good to have my cock in your mouth. How's it feel to suck a real man's cock?" It was all unnecessary since all the subs in the community knew what they were but it helped get Master Tom off and that is what mattered. Master Tom began to rub Ryan's body all over. Ryan was getting so horny, he feltlike he could blow at any minute. Bt Master Tom was experienced and kept Ryan at a climax without letting him go over. Ryan's body was tensing up from the pleasure and this made his throat close around Master Tom's huge cock. Master Tom shot seven spurts, the first three going straight down Ryan's throat but the rest into his mouth. Ryan savoured the taste of the man's slightly bitter cum as he was whirled around on the wheel once more. When Ryan finally stopped he could feel he was upside down. Ryan wondered what was happening but then he knew. Master Tom pulled out Ryan's butt plug and shoved in a huge dildo. The think felt the size of a baseball bat. "Getting you ready for the real thing boy." Master Tom explained. He pulled the 10' dildo out then shoved as much as he could get in. Master Tom had recovered his erection and was truly enjoying this. Ryan felt the dildo go in and out stretching his hole and preparing it for what was to come. His mind was filled with thoughts of the pain and pleasure he'd receive. He was fully erect and nearly drooling in anticipation. After a few minutes Master tom pulled the dildo out for the last time and proceeded to right the table. Then he released a latch and the table fell away in front of Ryan`s ass. Master Tom walked into the newly formed opening and he then took his 9' meat and put it to Ryan's hole saying, "Beg for it boy." Ryan was used to this sort of thing and started to beg, "Please shove your huge man cock into my boycunt. I'll do anything. I want your cock in me more than anything. Please Sir, give me your cock. Shove it in my boycunt and fuck my brains out." After a minute of this Master Tom shoved his cock in to Ryan in one long stroke. Then he began to pull out. These strokes continued slow and long each stroke one way lasted in excess of 15 seconds. For Ryan this pace is excruciatingly slow and it is driving him crazy. Master Tom begins to speed up the pace reaching around and grabbing Ryan's balls. Master Tom squeezes them slightly causing Ryan's body to jolt from the feeling. As Master Tom speeds up he starts saying, "You are about to get a load up your ass to go with the one in your mouth. You filthy little cumslut. You aren't a boy you're a girl. And I'm going to prove it to you by fucking the hell out of your pussy. Master Tom maintains pressure on Ryan's balls causing pain and pleasure to be mixed heighten Ryan's pleasure. Ryan's ass tightens at the pain also causing Master Tom to get more pleasure. Master Tom picks up the pace now brutally assaulting Ryan's poor boycunt. Ryan begins to moan with pleasure at the sensations being brought forth. Finally Master Tom cums a huge load up Ryan's ass. Ryan can feel his ass swelling from the sheer volume of cum now up his ass. Master Tom turns Ryan upside down and reinserts the butt plug saying, "Can't let any of that escape." Master Tom releases Ryan from the wheel and tells, Start fucking the wall slut!" Ryan falls to the floor in a pile then quickly gets up to run to a wall when he remembers he is blindfolded. Master Tom laughs saying, "You got to find the wall now get moving." Ryan runs right into a wall and falls to the floor in pain. He gets up quickly and starts to fuck the wall thinking about how degrading this is and how much he loves it. Master Tom sits back and strokes his huge cock which is hard again as Ryan fucks the wall. Ryan is getting close to cumming from fucking the wall. Ryan cums all over the wall and his chest. Master Tom comes up behind Ryan and blows a load on his ass cheeks. "Now clean that up you slut!" Master Tom orders as he smiles smugly. Ryan begins to lick all over the wall getting hard from the taste of his own cum. Once Ryan figured he had the cum from the wall he began to use his finger to get the cum from all over his body. Master Tom laughed at the sight of Ryan bending this way and that trying to get all the cum off his body. Finally when he was finished Master Tom removed the blindfold. Then Master Tom shoves Ryan into the hallway naked and throws his clothes out after him. Ryan gets dressed and heads back to his apartment. Once at his apartment Ryan pulled out the butt plug and tried to squeeze every drop of cum from his ass. Carefully and slowly eating it Ryan could taste his ass and Master Tom's cum combining. He savoured each and every drop. Ryan reinserted the butt plug and went to bed.

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Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2002 16:16:30 -0400 (EDT) From: Solar System Subject: sex-city-in-the-country-3 Author: Craig Reichel Title: Sex City in the Country Authors Note: Let me know if there is anything different here that you like/dislike. Just a reminder, This is a work of fiction. So if you don't like it tell me how it can be better if you Please tell me what you liked and how it could be better. My e-mail is stellartravel@excite.com Thank you. Chapter 3 Bradley gets a workout Bradley had been summoned to Master Rick's room once again. He was thinking about all that was about to happen. His find was full of thoughts of the potential please he could expect to receive. His 6-inch cut cock was rock hard from the mere thought of what might happen. He approached Master Rick's door and got down on his knees as is expected. When he knocked he heard Master Rick's loud voice saying, "Get in here boy, on the double!" Bradley scrambled to crawl into the center of the room. He was in so much of a hurry he failed to realize that there was someone next to Master Rick. It was Master Tom. Master Tom and Master Rick had been over two years since the two met on the compound. Master Tom and Master Rick became instant friends and often shared subs. But Master Tom and Master Rick look very different. Master Tom is 6'3 with a huge build, with short black hair, brown eyes, a hairy chest, and a 9' uncut cock. Master Rick who is black, six foot two and 212 pounds. With short black hair and dark brown eyes, average build, plus a 7' cock. But Bradley had never been shared by Master Rick, nor summoned before Master Tom, so he had no idea what to expect. "Remove you clothes boy and then lay down on you back, spread eagle." Came the command from Master Rick. Bradley quickly complied revealing his tanned, hairless, muscular, body. His body was further complemented by his long blond hair and bright blue eyes. Master Tom came up to Bradley and removed his butt plug, tossing it aside. He then proceeded to physically pull Bradley across the floor onto a metal sheet on the floor. Master Rick pushed a button and the metal sheet began to rise stopping at the height of the men's crotches. Bradley's head was positioned just over the edge and his ass just at the edge. Bradley's limbs were fastened to the sides keeping him in the spread eagle position. Master Tom placed his cockhead at Bradley's lips as Master Rick positioned his black cock at Bradley's pussy. Bradley moaned as both cocks slid into his holes at the same time. Both forcing their way deep inside him. Master Tom and Master Rick began a conversation as they fucked Bradley. "Hey Rick, thanks for sharing the boy, you found a very good one here. His mouth is so hot and tight." "I thought you'd like it, Tom, I knew the boy needed something a little special and I knew you were perfect for the job." "Remind me to return the favour some time." "I will be counting the day`s." Bradley's mind was swamped with pleasure from the two men fucking him at both ends with the same rhythm as they spoke. Master Rick was thinking, "This boys ass is just so wonderful. I mean I love it. I am addicted to this kids ass." Then he blurted out, "Tom, after you finish blowing you load over there you got to try this boys ass. It absolutely wonderful." Bradley blushed with pride. "I'll only need another minute here." Tom replied. Both Master Rick and Master Tom quickened their paces, once pulling out as the other slammed in. Bradley was moaning with pleasure from the experience of these two cocks using his hole in such a rhythmic manner. Bradley could feel the two men harden. First Master Tom shot off his load into Bradley's mouth. Bradley found the taste slightly bitter but very salty. A second later Master Rick shows his huge load up Bradley's ass. Bradley came from the feeling of these two men filling him with their seed. His cum landed all over his defined abs and pecs. Both Master Rick and Master Tom had a good laugh over the sight. Master Tom came around to Master Rick and lined up his cock with Bradley's waiting hole. "Go on, I'd bet it's the best ass you've had in a long time." Master Rick shouted encouragingly. "I believe you Rick." Came Tom's reply. Tom pushed his 9 inch cock deep inside Bradley commenting, "You left a big load in there Rick." "I always do." Tom began to slide his cock out and in in long slow strokes. His mind filled with thoughts about how wonderful this boy's ass was. "I understand why you like his boy so much." He said as he continued the slow fucking of Bradley's pussy. Bradley worked hard to make his ass tight and to bring pleasure to Master Tom. Both to please Master Tom and Master Rick. The 9 inch fuckpole stretched his inside making Bradley feel full and content. Bradley's 6 inch cock hardened as the slow sensual fucking continued. Master Rick stood off to the side and jerked off to the sight of his friend fucking Bradley. Master Tom increased his rate of fucking. His moaning synchronized with that of Bradley. Bradley could feel Master Tom's cock ready to burst. He tried to tighten his pussy to make Master Tom cum. Within seconds Master Tom released a huge load up Bradley's boy pussy. Shot after shot filled Bradley's tight hole. Master Tom sighed with relief as he pulled out of Bradley. Master Rick came as this was happening shooting his load all over Bradley's face. He released the restraints and told Bradley to clean himself up. Bradley ate the cum from his body, taking time to enjoy the mixed flavours of his and Master Rick's cum. After he was finished Master Rick ordered Bradley on top of a large wooden table and restrained him in a spread eagle position once again. Then Master Rick disappeared for a moment. Master Tom began to wonder what Rick had planned. His thoughts were filled with ideas of what they might be doing next t Bradley. Tom shouted, "You coming back soon." "Keep your clothes on, or what's left of them. You'll like what I am getting ready." After a minute Master Rick returned with a bowl of chocolate fudge and a bowl of strawberries. Master Tom smirked at the sight and though to himself, "This is going to be fun." Master Rick poured the warm fudge onto Bradley's defined abs, pecs, and rock hard 6 inch cock. Bradley winced, as the warm fudge hit is tight sensitive skin. The warm feeling caused his cock to harden even further. Then the fudge hit his cock and his entire body quivered from the sensation. Master Tom laughed as Bradley writhed beneath the fudge. Master Tom's mind swam with thought about how wonderful it will be to clean the boy off." Master Rick saw Tom's expression and thought to himself with a smile, "I knew he'd like this. This will be wonderful." Once Master Rick has finished pouring the chocolate fudge he placed the strawberries, each sliced in half, cut side down evenly distributed about one inch apart in any direction. Upon finishing Master Rick waved Master Tom over and they began to lick Bradley's smooth muscular body clean. Bradley's body wiggled and writhed from the feeling of the two men's tongue caressing his body. He could feel as they systematically licked down from his pecs to his abs to his naval. Their tongues played with his nipples and traced the valleys between his muscles. His mind swam with passion and his heart raced. His cock became as hard as it could be. Once finishing cleaning all but the boy's cock, Master Rick backed off and said, "Guests privilege." Master Tom came up with a large smile on his face, "I can't wait to get at the cock of yours boy." Master Tom slowly began to lick the head, circling it over and over with his tongue. Then he began to slide his tongue up and down the length of the shaft. Moving around the boy as he did. Next Master Tom took the entire six inches into his mouth and began to move his head up and down. He could tell Bradley was about to cum so he pulled off and aimed the boy's cock over Bradley's chest. Bradley came all over himself, a massive load of boycum. Master Rick released Bradley and let him leave. Once Bradley was gone Master Rick said, "Hope you had fun, it sure looked like you did." "I had fun, this was the best time I have had in a while. Remind me to return the favour sometime." "I'll be looking forward to it."

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Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 20:49:25 -0400 (EDT) From: R A D Subject: Joel's Life in College,So Far 2 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 domination submission, humiliation or discipline activities between young men then you should not read this. In fact you should not even be here. I ask that if you wish to reproduce this story or part of it for anything more than your own private use you seek and receive my permission in writing first. (c) axeldarke 2001 (M/t,humil,disp,college) I handed the key to Steve as I ran back into my room. The dread I had felt for the coming paddling had receded while I ran because my humiliation had been so strong. My hardened cock had made it even more intense. The relief I felt when I finally made it back was very real and for a moment I reveled in it. My respite was very brief though because Steve picked up the paddle and with a hard look in his eye he motioned me over the back of the chair as before. I bent over it and grabbed the tops of the front legs as he had instructed. My butt was raised into the air, a ready target once again for his paddle. My dread for the pain to come returned with full force and my whole body was gripped by fear. The five strokes I had taken before showed me that Steve knew how to wield his paddle. I knew it was gonna hurt like hell. I had taken a lot of paddlings from my dad before and they hurt bad when he wanted them to but Steve was a lot stronger than my dad. I knew this was gonna be very painful and I was just hoping I could take it. As I grasped the chair legs and waited Steve stepped over and closed the door. I was relieved by that. At least my punishment was not going to be completely public for all to see. I expected that he would begin immediately but instead Steve came over and went down on one knee so his head was next to mine. "Joel I want you to know that we don't have to go thru with this. I can just call your dad and tell him about your drinking and the pot and you don't have to take this from me" he said. I opened my mouth to reply but he slapped my butt and said " I am not done yet. I want you to understand before you say anything that you are going to get another 20 strokes. They are going to hurt but you have earned them and you will get them all," he said. He spoke with a low but deadly serious tone. I knew he was not fooling and I was scared as hell. Steve could see the fear in my eyes as I listened to his words and he put his hand on my butt I think to comfort me some. His fingers were in my crack and while he wasn't rubbing my hole like Todd had done I was still stimulated by them and again, to my deepest shame, I went hard as stone. Steve watched my cock grow and he glared at me like I was a total and complete fuck up. I think I felt even more ashamed by that than by all that had gone before that morning. At that point I really felt like I deserved to be punished. I wanted to take what was coming and earn back his respect. Steve stood and grasped the paddle by its handle. He turned and rubbed it on my butt. "Like I said Joel you are going to get 20 strokes today. I know that is pretty hard but I think you need to know we are serious here and you need to feel what happens when you don't obey the rules." he said, sounding a lot like my dad does when he's gonna give me wood. " I don't mind if you moan or cry or whatever but I don't want to hear begging. You're gonna take all 20 so take them like a man. You understand?" he asked me. " Yes Sir I understand, I will take it like a man." I said in this small voice that kept breaking. I was so damn scared I could hardly talk. The first stroke scorched my poor butt and shocked me with its pain. I gave a groan in response but before it was half out he'd laid on a second. After those he laid them on much more slowly, with maybe 5 seconds between each one. He varied the target zone most times but he never pulled his punch on any of them. They were full force wallops using his shoulders and arms and I damn near blew off that chair a couple times. I groaned and moaned louder after each one so that by about 6 or 7 I was shouting. This was very much tougher than my dad ever had been and by 10 I broke and was sobbing my damned eyes out. I let go the legs and covered my poor butt with my hands after number 12 and Steve stopped for a moment. Once again he knelt down on one knee and looked into my face. He gave my hands a light smack and I moved them back again to grasp the chair legs. Steve's hand then rubbed my sore butt. " Joel I am going to do the full 20 and you are going to take them all. Its only 8 left, you can make it. You have done good so far." He said to me with sympathy in his voice, but determination too. His hand was rubbing my poor butt and his fingers strayed into the crack. They began to rub on my hole. Despite the pain or maybe even because of it those fingers had a strong effect on me and I began to harden again. I felt so shamed by that that I let out a new pale of tears and looked down at the floor. I could not look into Steve's eyes. To my surprise Steve took my chin with his other hand and turned my face up toward his. He still had that determined yet sympathetic look in them, and something more too: Almost like lust. The look of a man in complete control and fully enjoying it. " Joel I know you like it when I do that and I know why" he said. At the same time his middle finger slid into my hole and he began to work it around. " I know you are a fagot but I don't care about that. I am punishing you because you've been a bad boy, not because you're queer," he said. His finger was still inside my hole and, despite the pain, I was enjoying its movements inside me. For the next 30 seconds or so he fingered my hole and it was incredible, like nothing I had felt before. I was actually getting very hot despite my emotional state or maybe because of it. Then he pulled it out and grabbed the hair on my head with his other fist. He raised my head with a yank that made my mouth open with a cry of pain. As it did Steve thrust the finger that had been up my ass into my open mouth. This repulsed me and without thinking I grabbed his arm to pull his finger out. Steve pulled my hair harder and said " Get your fucking hands back where they are supposed to be and lick me clean or it will be 20 more." He spoke again with that low but deadly serious tone. I quickly grabbed the legs again and licked for all I was worth. I could not take 20 more! When his finger was licked clean to his satisfaction Steve pulled it out and grabbed his paddle to deliver the rest of my punishment. "You got 8 more coming Joel, plus 2 for grabbing my arm. Lets just get through this and then it will be over, OK?" he said. "Yes OK Sir." I replied in a tearful voice. Steve lined up his paddle and laid 2 strokes on me quickly, as he had done before. They hurt a lot more this time because my butt was so damn sore. The rest of the strokes were deliberate and slow, with 5 seconds or so between them. By the second stroke I was weeping again and I wailed each time I felt the last few strike me. I was sobbing and broken by the time he was done and It was only when he grasped my shoulders to help me to stand that I knew he had finished. Steve walked me over to the far corner of my room and stood behind me rubbing my sore butt. I hurt a lot but his hands comforted me and my hard cock, which had deflated when the strokes began, was fully erect once again. "Joel you took that well and the paddling is done. But I want you to stand here a while and remember why you got punished to be sure you wont do it again" he said to me from close behind while his hands rubbed my sore butt. " I know you want to rub your sore hiney and take it easy now but for a while I want you to stay here and reflect. It will help you to learn from this paddling." He spoke to me in a low tone that was both intimate and commanding. I knew he was comforting me but he left no doubt he was to be obeyed. Or else. He made me put my hands on the back of my neck and stand facing into the corner. I was not to move until he returned. He said he would only be a few minutes. He gave my butt a comforting stroke and then turned, opened the door and left. I didn't have to stand there long to resolve never to let this happen again. It was the most painful paddling I'd ever had. And Steve knew I was gay. I didn't know how but he did. I just hoped he wouldn't tell the rest of the guys. I had been shamed enough that day, I didn't know if I could take any more. I was still weeping when he departed so it took me a moment to realize that Steve had not closed my door. I dared not move but I could see by the reflection in the window that formed part of the corner I faced: My door was definitely open wide. I knew that anyone who walked past and glanced in would see my just paddled butt and me standing there in that corner. I was mortified at that prospect but no way was I going to move. I was resolved not to give Steve any reason for more wood and at that point I would have stayed put even if I were on Nationwide Television. I just hoped he would come back soon. Well that is part 2. I hope that you have enjoyed it. I would enjoy hearing your comments, criticism ideas or whatever. axeldarke@yahoo.ca

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Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2002 21:22:39 -0600 From: Ralph x Subject: "JJ" Chapter 18 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys and men. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. My master had just dropped me off at my first customer. When the door opened, I walked in, and the man closed the door behind me. He offered me a drink or something and I asked for a soda. Chapter 18 The man handed me my soda and I thanked him. "Looks like you have manners too, boy", the man said. He was eyeing my young body up and down, telling me that I was just so cute. He asked if I would turn around, real slow, so he could get a good look at my backside. When my ass was facing him he told me to stop, and reached out to feel my bubble-butt with his hands. He started to kiss my neck and roam his hands over my body. The man was soft and gentle as he continued play with my body. He reached under my shirt and then started to unbutton it with his other hand. He found my little boy nipple with his fingers and gently rolled the hardening knob with his fingers. All the while, his lips and tongue were running up and down my neck. He was making me very horny without even touching my hard cock, which was straining for release from the confines of my pants. His hands moved down my stomach, and reached into my pants. I sucked in my stomach giving him easy access to my cock. When his hands reached my hard cock, he told me that it looked like I was enjoying my evening so far. I couldn't help myself and started moaning in pleasure as his hands began stroking my cock and playing with my balls. He removed his hands and turned me around planting his lips on mine, inserting his tongue deep into my mouth. His hands were playing with my naked nipples, sending chills down my spine, and into my cock. Every time he did something with his fingers to my nipples, my cock would twitch in my pants. I started to unbutton his shirt exposing a very hairy, gray-chested man. His nipples were huge and sticking out. He grabbed my head, forcing it over his left nipple and told me to suck it like a baby. While I was giving his nipple a tongue bath, his hands were running down my back playing with my ass. His hands held the cheeks of my ass, and played with them like a woman would mold a loaf of bread. I could feel the middle fingers of both his hands working their way closer and closer to my hole. If he kept this up I didn't know how long I was going to last. He was making me so horny that I would have done anything he said just to give my hard cock some relief. "Now son, I want you to get naked and suck my cock", the man told me. Without hesitation, I stopped sucking his nipple and started to unbuckle my pants. I leaned over to untie my shoes, and he grabbed my ass and told me that I had a fuckable ass. I knew then, that sometime this evening, he was going to fuck my ass and was glad the master had me clean it out good. I dropped my pants, but took my time removing the black underwear that my master had bought for me early today. They were a size too small, and clung to my ass skintight. He had a short intake of air into his lungs, and grabbed my ass cheeks, rubbing them with his hands, saying, " Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness". The master was right when he picked out my clothes for that evening. I slowly lowered my underwear around his hands, but he continued to play with my ass. He spread my ass cheeks, exposing my rosebud, and told me that I had an eatable butt. I was now naked, with my hard cock sticking out in front of me. I turned around giving him a full frontal view of my naked body. He stared for a long time at my hairless body, then started to unbuckle his pants. I dropped down on my knees in front of him, un-zipping his fly, and trying to free his man meat. He was not as large as I expected, and was not completely hard yet. I would guess that he was about 6 1/2" to 7", covered in thick gray hair. His cock hung in a semi-hard state, with a tiny drop of pre-cum leaking out of his slit. My tongue reached out and licked the drop off his cock head, and then started licking all around his cock. The man told me to take his cock in my mouth. I love the feeling of a hardening cock coming alive in my mouth. I was bobbing my head over his cock and could feel his cock expanding with every bob. Soon his cock was rock hard, and very thick, just like a man's cock should be. He leaned back, telling me that I was a good, cock-sucking boy, and to just keep pumping his tool in my hot mouth. The more he pumped, the more pre-cum flowed out of his cock head, giving me a sample of my true reward. I began playing with the man's large balls with my hands, gently rubbing them, bringing him further excitement beyond just my sucking his cock. He grabbed my head with his hands, and thrust his cock deep into my mouth, squirting his cum down my throat. For an older guy, he surprised me by shooting 5 loads of thick cum down my throat. I hardly had any chance to taste the sweet nectar. When he released my head, it gave me a chance to try and suck more of his cum from his balls. My mouth was wrapped tight around his cock, sucking for all it was worth, trying to get him to give me one more load. It was too late, and his cock began to go soft in my mouth. He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a popping noise, and patted my head, telling me that I had done good. My cock was at the breaking point and I wanted some relief. Reaching down, I started to jack my cock. My pre-cum was flowing out of my hard cock and knew that I would soon be cumming. The man checked me out, sitting on the floor, playing with my dick. He told me to get on the bed and spread my legs exposing my ass. He asked me if I could suck myself off. I told him that I had never tried, but now was a good time. I raised my hips and lowered my head, trying to get my hard cock into my mouth. Unfortunately, I came close, but was unable to get it into my mouth. He came over to help me bring my legs over my head, forcing my cock as close to my mouth as possible. With my legs over my head, my ass cheeks were exposed, inviting him to play with my hole. He wasted no time licking my rosebud with his tongue, probing the opening with his tongue. I couldn't take it, and started shooting my hot cum on my face. He told me to open my mouth, and shoot my cum right into my mouth. I tasted my cum before, and like the taste, but never had I shot it right out of my cock into my mouth. This turned me on so much, I decided to work on being able to one day get my cock into my mouth. To be able to give myself a blowjob was really exciting to me; maybe my master would help me. My cock was done shooting, but it never went soft, not even a little bit, because the man continued to ream my asshole. His tongue was as deep into my hole as possible, and then he told me that he was going to give my ass a ride. His cock was still a little soft, so he told me to make him hard again with my mouth. Once I got him nice and hard, I remembered what my master had told me, and reached into my pants pocket to get a rubber for the man's cock. Never before having used one, I was unsure as to what to do once I opened the packet. The man knew what to do, and grabbed it from my hands, rolling it over his hard cock. I also applied the jelly that the master gave me, over the man's cock. I laid back, grabbing my legs with my hands, exposing my boy pussy to the man's hard cock. He entered me easily, having given my hole a good workout with his tongue. The jelly that I had applied to his cock let him slip it all the way into my hole, with no pain or discomfort at all. It felt so good having him pumping his cock deep into my hole. "Oh sir, give me your cock, please, fuck my ass harder, sir", I cried. This seemed to be turning the guy on even more, as he started really riding my ass with his cock. "Give me your cum sir, please, Oh, your big cock feels so good in my ass". I was really laying it on thick for the man, but my master told me that most men like to be told what good cocks men they are. So I just just telling him how I was enjoying his cock up my ass; and I was! I grabbed my hard cock and started pumping it in rhythm to his pumping his cock in my boy pussy. I wasn't going to last very long because on every down stroke he kept hitting that spot, deep into my hole, that made my cock twitch. Without warning he pulled his cock out of my hole, ripped the rubber off, and began shooting his cum over my cock and balls. His cock head was huge and purple, and with his white hot cum shooting from his slit, it was too much for me to take, and I also started shooting off. Our cocks were shooting load after load of cum onto each other's cocks. His cum was coating my cock, while my cum was covering his. He fell on the bed next to me, exhausted from fucking my boy pussy. I told him that he was the best fuck I ever had. And, that was close to being the truth. The only one better was my lover Elam. We laid side-by-side for a little while, trying to catch our breath. After that hot session with him fucking my ass, my hole felt empty, and I really could use another cock. I leaned over and started to lick his nipple, getting it all hard again. He told me to stop. Cumming twice in one day was more than enough for a man his age. What he wanted me to do was to lick my cum off his cock and then I could leave. I did as he asked, and cleaned his cock and balls of the cum I had shot there earlier. His cock didn't respond at all to my licking and sucking on his cock head. One thing I noticed was that with him having worn a rubber when he fucked my ass, his cock had no taste of my ass, whatsoever. Not that I would have minded, since I knew that my master had cleaned it out good with his finger. "Boy, you are good, and we are going to have to do this again, soon", said the man. I thanked him, slowly putting my clothes on, getting ready to leave. The man told me to bring him his pants. He reached into one pocket, bringing out a large amount of money rolled up with a rubber band. He peeled off a fifty dollar bill and gave it to me. He told me that he was going to take a little nap before going home, and that I could leave now. I thanked him, telling him again that he was the best fuck I ever had. I walked over, leaned down, and gave him a kiss, before leaving the room. While waiting for my Uncle to pick me up from my first "date", I could feel the 50-dollar bill in my pocket. What a great way to earn some extra money; doing something that I enjoyed; much better than working for a fast food restaurant for $5.50 an hour. If you would like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome

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Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2001 16:32:58 -0500 (EST) From: R A D Subject: "Joel's Life in College, So Far #3" 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 domination submission, humiliation or discipline activities between young men then you should not read this. In fact you should not even be here. I ask that if you wish to reproduce this story or part of it for anything more than your own private use you seek and receive my permission in writing first. (c) axeldarke 2001 (t/t, NC, humil, college) I stood naked facing into the corner, hands on back of my neck, recovering myself and definitely resolving never to break Steve's rules again. It had been the hardest paddling I'd ever had and I didn't ever want another. Yet gradually I began to feel better about it all. It was sort of like the way I felt sometimes after my dad paddled me. I mean it hurt and I shed tears and all but afterward I felt better because it was like I had taken my punishment and my 'sin' whatever it had been, was forgiven. My dad always gave me a hug after he punished me and that always meant a lot to me. Like it meant I had paid for my 'crime' and that my punishment was done. As I stood there in that corner I began to hope that Steve would come back soon and maybe like give me a hug and tell me that my punishment was over. I mean he was not my dad but after what he had just done I definitely knew he was the man in charge of me. I wanted him to know that I knew that and that I would accept punishment from him when I broke the rules like I had done. I wanted him to know I had no hard feelings about it. I guess I wanted to know too that he would be my friend and not just my disciplinarian. I also hoped that I wouldn't have to stay exposed in that corner too long because I knew anybody who walked passed my open door was sure to see me standing with my just paddled butt in that corner. The other thing too was about being gay. I mean he paddled me and in the middle of it he told me he knew I was gay. That had been like the biggest darkest secret of my whole life and he just casually mentioned he knew it and didn't care. That just blew my mind. I always feared that if guys knew I liked other guys they would hate me. Yet here was Steve, this very masculine muscular guy; he knew about it and he wasn't like hostile at all. I mean he paddled me yeah but that was for other reasons. I knew it was not because I was gay. On top of that he had fingered my butt hole and got me so incredibly hot. I had never had that done to me before and it felt so good specially because he did it to me. Then he made me lick his finger clean which I never even thought Id ever do something like that. Yet even though it was very humiliating and gross to think of it made me sooo hard. I just couldn't believe that when it happened. I mean I was hard from his finger up my butt yet I got even harder when he made me lick it clean. I was shocked by that and humiliated too. But I was just so hot when he made me do that. As I stood there and recovered I got harder and harder remembering it and wanted Steve to come back so bad. But I wasn't going to move. He had told me not to so I knew he was testing me and I wanted to show him I could follow his order. That and I just couldn't take any more wood that day either. I heard a couple shouts from somewhere down the hallway and guys running past my door but I could not see who it was. I heard the exit door open and slam a few times so I knew somebody had run outside but I didn't know who or why. The ruckus kind of made me nervous. I began to sweat even though it was cool in my room. I wanted Steve to come back real soon and let me out of that corner. I knew that with the commotion, whatever it was, guys were gonna pass my doorway and somebody might see me in that corner. I had learned my lesson and wanted to tell Steve. I just hoped he'd be back soon so I could. Just then I heard footfalls outside my door followed by a low whistle. I just could not stand the tension so I turned around to see who was there. It was that arrogant punk Barry Boswell from down the hall. He was the last guy I wanted to see right then. I turned and moved toward the door intending to close it. I felt so humiliated for him to see me this way that I just wanted to shut him out and that's what I tried to do. Barry was not gonna let that door close though. He blocked it with his boot as I tried to slam it. Barry is bigger than me, about 6' and maybe 180 or 190 pounds to my 160. I couldn't force the door closed while his boot blocked it but I was trying very hard. I was determined to close it. "Listen Joel Steve and Todd just had to bolt down to the parking lot because some asshole backed into Steve's jeep. We saw it happen from Steve's room." He said to me " Move your boot I want to close my door!" I demanded. "Look Joel I heard your paddling. The whole god damn wing heard your wailing. I also heard Steve tell Todd that you were in that corner and not supposed to move 'till he says you can." he said to me in this scolding tone. " I don't want to have to tell him that you moved out of there when he was gone." I really hated him when he said that but a spasm of fear shot thru me too. I feared Steve's paddle a lot more then the shame of Barry seeing me this way. I didn't like this guy at all but he had me and he knew it. I backed away from the door and let him open it. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. I wanted to be sure he did not tell Steve I'd stepped out of that corner so I went back and faced into it again with my hands on the back of my neck. "That's a good boy Joel. That's just where Steve told you to stay and I don't think you want him to know you moved do you?" he asked me " No I just want Steve to come back soon and I hope he does." I said, in more of a plea than a reply. Barry came over behind me and, bending over, closely examined my poor bruised butt. I jumped when he touched me and I turned to look and see what he was doing. He gave my butt a slap and told me to turn back and face the corner. I really hated it but I knew he had me so I did as he told me. Barry's presence had deflated my cock but as I stood there he began to run his finger up and down my butt crack and to my intense shame it erected once more. I hoped he would not notice but he soon saw that I was hard. He gave a small chuckle. "I knew you were a fag. You like my finger down there don't ya? " he asked. I didn't want to respond, I just wanted him to go. Instead he gave my butt another hard swat and I gave a cry and leaped a foot. I really FELT that one. Barry stood tall now, directly behind me with his mouth near my ear and his fingers in my crack. " I asked if you like my fingers back there Joel." I just lost it at that point. " I don't like your fingers on me no. I don't like you here at all. I want you to go. Now!" I was angry and I wanted him out of my room. I turned toward him and let my arms down as I did it. Barry grabbed my right arm and twisted it behind me while his other arm went around my neck. He was very fast and I had no chance to resist. "Joel you been a bad boy today and got paddled for it already. Now you are jumping around and moving out of that corner. Steve is gonna be pissed at this. I don't think you want more of his paddle but I think you are going to get it." he said to me holding me in his grasp and twisting my arm. I was angry with him but I was pretty scared too. He was right, I definitely did NOT want any more of Steve's paddle. " Please Barry just let me go. Just leave me here. I will stay in my corner and I wont move until Steve lets me." I pleaded. Barry's grip on me relaxed. He let go of my arm and backed away and I returned my hands to the back of my neck. I really hoped he would go. But he was not finished with me. His fingers once again returned to the crack of my butt. He pressed his index against my butt hole but I desperately wanted to end this so I tightened up and he could not get his finger in. He slapped my ass again and said "Loosen up and let me in! Spread your legs and open your hole boy. You are going to have to learn to respect me or your ass is gonna be very sorry for it." His last slap really sent fireworks across my tender ass. At that point I just gave in. My poor butt was so sore that I decided to let him use me and hope he wouldn't slap it again. Keeping my hands on the back of my neck I bent forward a little, opened my legs some and relaxed my hole, giving him full access. He immediately slid his index finger inside and I quickly learned he knew what he was doing. He really knew how to play a guy like me. He stood behind me and fingered me for a few minutes while I stood obediently in that corner. It was like it had been with Steve. I got so hot I felt like I was about to explode. It was incredible. I wanted to cum so bad right then I would have grabbed my cock and jacked it if I dared. I was just on the edge, standing on the tips of my toes and ready to blow when he pulled his finger out of me. I let out a groan of disappointment. I had been so close. Barry gave an evil little chuckle in my ear. "You like that huh Joel? he asked. "You a little fag boy and like it up the ass huh?" At that point I didn't care much what he called me I just wanted that finger back inside me. 'Yes please just put it back in me it feels so good" I pleaded. "Listen Joel you have been a bad boy today and you are being punished for it. You didn't even stay where you were told to after you got the paddle. I don't think you are the boy who should be expecting me to make him feel good. I think you should be thinking of ways to make me feel good in thanks for not turning your sorry ass in to Steve" Barry said with an edge to his voice. I was very frightened of more paddling if he revealed my disobedience to Steve so at that point I just swallowed the humiliation and tried to placate him. " Barry I am grateful to you for not turning me in and I really thank you for your finger in me it feels so good. I know I was a bad boy and I am sorry for that and I will stay here in this corner and I wont move." I said in my most polite and submissive tone. " I know I shouldn't have moved and I want to make it up to you that you are kind and don't turn me in to Steve." "Well Joel I know you were supposed to stay in that corner and you didn't even do that for more than 15 minutes so I guess that you have not yet learned to obey even after Steve's paddle." Barry said again in that scolding dad voice of his. " I think you need to learn some respect and that starts with respect for me. You don't show me respect around here and I think you'd better start doing it." I knew he could make things a lot worse for me so I was trying to show him great respect even though deep down I didn't think he deserved it from me. " Barry I will show you respect from now on and I am sorry I didn't before." I said, hoping that my words would be enough. " Yeah well Joel I like your new attitude but that is just words. I am saving you from more wood today and I think I need more than words." He said. "You have been a bad boy moving out of that corner and pushing the door closed so maybe I should take you over my knee myself and we could deal with this between us here and now." He said in that scolding dad tone again. I didn't want to have to face another spanking on my poor butt that day. I knew from experience that a hand could hurt a lot on a bare ass. Maybe not so much as a paddle but on a sore ass like mine it would have been very painful right then. "Please don't spank me Sir I am so sore I just cant take any more" I pleaded with him, slipping in the Sir in hopes of letting him know I had learned to respect him. "Listen Joel you know you deserve a spanking from me and I ought to give you one right now but I am not a mean guy. I know your poor butt is gonna be sore for days. So I might just let you off if you are willing to sincerely show me the respect you know I deserve from you." He said, talking to me like I was a naughty kid. Even though I didn't like that tone and I knew he was only 17 like me I knew he had me. "Yes Sir I know you deserve my respect and you have it completely. I am sorry I didn't show it to you before now but I will from now on Sir." I said with all sincerity a nude guy talking into a corner could muster. "That's good to hear Joel but I think you are going to have to demonstrate it if you are going to expect me to believe it. So I want you to show me that you mean what you say." he said. " Keep your arms up there and turn around." As I did so he pointed down to the floor and said " Get down on your knees boy." I knelt down and Barry pulled up my chair and sat down so that I was kneeling in front of him. "Joel I want you to show me how sincere you are about respecting me. I think you deserve to be over my knee but maybe you can convince me you don't." he said holding his right boot right in front of my nose. "Lick that boot Joel or your ass is gonna pay for it." he told me in a quiet serious tone. I gave in to his demand and started to lick. I felt deep shame and humiliation licking that boot but I also threw a super hard cock. I mean I was so turned on I could not believe it. That hard cock compounded my shame but the shame did not soften it. I licked carefully and completely so I didn't miss any surface. I licked the toe and the sides and even the sole. I wanted him to be satisfied I was doing a good job at it. When I had done enough for Barry he placed that boot on the floor and pushed the other into my face. I licked it too, carefully and completely. While I licked Barry was quietly instructing me to do a good job and get it all done but I confess I kind of got lost in the licking and did not hear most of the things he said. I guess that concentrating on the task helped to lessen the shame I felt. It was only once I had done the second boot to his satisfaction and he pulled it away from my tongue that I became fully conscious of his voice again. He reached over with his hand and rubbed the hair on my head and said "Joel you are a good boot licker and I think you showed that you do really know how to show my boots respect. I am going to give you a chance now to show me that you do respect me too and if you do well at this then you wont need that spanking and Steve wont need to hear anything about you leaving that corner." I felt so glad to hear that I could avoid the spanking and that he wouldn't tell Steve that I had left the corner that I forgot about the humiliation. I felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. I felt almost grateful to Barry at that point. Barry stood from the chair and pushed it back out of his way. Then he turned away from me and pushed his shorts down exposing his nice muscular butt. I had spied that butt a few times in the shower room and I always thought it looked real hot. Now here it was in front of me. Barry looked back over his shoulder at me and took a few steps back so that his crack was right in front of my face. "Joel I am going to let you show me that you do honestly respect me. I want you to lick my asshole. I know you never done this before and maybe you think it is gross but if you do this for me I will know for sure that you are serious and we can forget the rest" he said as though he was offering me an easy way out. I was shocked when he told me that I had to lick his asshole. I mean I had a tough enough time when Steve made me lick his finger. Licking Barry's boots was one thing. His asshole was another. I felt a lot of shame and humiliation at that point, maybe even more than I had felt before that morning. I felt a level of disgust too. I mean I didn't think his asshole was going to be the cleanest place to lick. Barry backed up some more so that my face was right against his butt with my nose in the crack. I had never had my face so close to anybody's bare ass before. I felt very humiliated to be in that position. " Just lick it Joel. Its not that bad. No one but us has to know about it. It's the easiest way for you to show your respect for me. Let me feel your tongue." Barry coaxed me. I didn't want this to happen and for a few seconds I just inhaled his ass smell thru my nose without licking it. I don't know maybe I hoped he would back down. No such luck. " Joel I feel your tongue by the count of five or its over my knee and you'll get 50 smacks." He said. I could hear in his tone that he was very serious. I knew that I couldn't take a spanking right then so I knew I had to obey. I stuck my tongue out and started to lick. I just touched it a little at first but then gave a full lick and Barry reacted to this by backing further, mashing my mouth against his butt hole. There was no bitter or fowl taste beyond a certain kind of musky maleness so the licking itself was not so bad. It was just so intensely humiliating but I knew it was this or a spanking so I started to do it with more enthusiasm. I soon found myself concentrating on it to the exclusion of everything else just like I had done when I licked his boots. It was the easiest way for me to deal with the humiliation of what I was doing. I licked away diligently making sure to sweep up the whole crack and around the hole. I heard some moans of approval from Barry but I soon lost myself in the licking. It was only when he pulled himself away from me after a few minutes that I came back to awareness of his voice. "Joel you are one talented butt licker. You sure you never done that before? You do a very good job boy. You know how to show a man respect. We are gonna get along just fine boy if you keep showing me respect that well." Barry said with a leering appreciation in his voice. He mussed my hair with his hand like my dad used to do when I was a kid. " You have been a good boy Joel and I don't think we are gonna have to do that spanking today. And don't worry about Steve finding out you stepped out of your corner. As long as you are a good boy and respectful when we are together he will hear nothing from me." He said. I was relieved and pleased to hear that. I mean I had been paddled a lot that day and could not have taken a spanking or more wood either. I had the taste of his ass in my mouth and still felt the shame of what I had just done. But I felt like at least I didn't have to face a spanking from Barry so I was careful to retain my respectful attitude. "Thank you Sir, thank you for not spanking me. I will definitely respect you from now on and I will not move again from this corner before Steve comes back." As I said that last line I rose and faced the corner again, hands on the back of my neck as Steve had instructed. Barry pulled his shorts back up and came to stand close behind me. His hand returned to the crack of my butt. He inserted his finger into my butt hole again and began his manipulations. I was soon once again close to orgasm. I can't really explain it but the way he worked me with his finger just had me so hot. Before that day I never felt a finger up my butt and now I was on the edge of exploding from it for the third time that morning. "Joel you been a respectful boy so far and I can see that you like the way I do this but that doesn't mean you get to cum. You have been a bad boy today and you don't deserve it." he said in my ear all the while working his finger and getting me hotter and closer. I felt so good and wanted to cum so bad but I was very afraid of angering Barry after I just escaped his spanking so I tried my best to hold back. I mean I tried very hard but I was losing the battle. It felt so good but I was so scared of what would happen if he made me shoot. "Please sir take your finger out! I am getting close and I don't deserve to cum. Please don't make me!" I pleaded. "Don't you enjoy it when I do this for you Joel? Aren't you grateful that I make you feel so good?" he asked in my ear, all the while working my hole and pushing me to the edge. "Oh Yes Sir I do enjoy your finger and I am very grateful that it is in me but I know I don't deserve to cum and I don't want to do it Sir!" I said with great fear and desperation. He suddenly pulled his finger out and slapped my poor butt again. The sudden pain put an end to my developing orgasm. " Well Joel I think we have reached an understanding. When you are alone with me from now on you are going to be a very good boy and show me the respect I deserve from you." He said. " Oh yes Sir I will do that definitely I do respect you and will show you the respect you deserve from me when we are alone. Thank you for not spanking me Sir." I said in the most respectful and obedient voice I could muster. At that point I felt like I had dodged a bullet and I wanted to be certain not to fuck it up before he was gone. "Ok Joel I need to bolt because I got work to do. You be a good boy and stay in that corner and maybe Steve will be back soon and let you leave it." With that he slapped my poor butt one last time and then he departed. He left my door open wide as he left. As before I was exposed to any passers by who cared to look. The difference was that now I waited for Steve's return with the distinct taste of Barry's asshole in my mouth. End of Part 3. Well I hope that you enjoyed this latest episode. It took me a while to get this one done and I apologize for that. Id appreciate hearing any comments or suggestions or criticism that anybody may have. Talk to me! thanks axeldarke@yahoo.ca

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Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2001 04:45:33 -0800 (PST) From: hugh questorius Subject: The Humiliator. Chapter 37 Chapter 37 FANTASY WORLD The following Monday night was the first crisis point - should I phone in as usual or not? As Hugh had given me to his Corporal I was dismissed as his slave, so there was no point in my phoning him any more. Was I supposed to report to the Corp? Nothing had been said about that and certainly I had absolutely no wish to phone him. On the other hand, I longed to speak to The Brig and after six and a half years of phoning, on the dot, every Monday it seemed un-natural not to do so. With considerable trepidation I lifted the receiver and dialled... Brr-brr, brr-brr, brr-brr. My heart was thumping. Brr-brr, brr-brr, brr-brr. Answer, please Sir, answer. But there was no answer. I felt abandoned and rudderless. After so many years of being told exactly what I was to do, of being owned, controlled and directed, I felt helpless. There was always the Corporal of course, after all I was supposed to belong to him now but the thought of him gave me a shudder of distaste. It was an unhappy, lost time. A week later a letter came with an unfamiliar, childish handwriting. It contained a small sheet of lined paper torn from a memo book wih a short message in pencil from the Corporal saying he "would like" me to go to him that Friday night "for the whole week-end." I smiled ruefully, imagining the Brig saying he "would like" me to attend him instead of a terse "Be here, 20.00 hrs" or whatever. I screwed the scrappy little message into a ball and tossed it in the waste basket. There was absolutely no way I was going to let that randy little bugger rampage all over me for a whole week-end! Ugh! Then it hit me. In a blinding flash I realised that the Brig was testing me! He had said he had given me to his batman and now he was seeing whether I would really follow through with obedience to him. It was perfectly clear: if I didn't I would be banished from his service, but if I did I would find myself delivered into the hands of my true Master once more! What a fool I was not to have twigged before! So I would know again the comfort of scrubbing my face in his chest fur and of quietly nuzzling his crotch while he read the paper. My spirits soared. * * * * * I parked in the courtyard as usual and went to the scullery door. It was locked! Or just jammed maybe? I turned the handle and rattled the door again. Nothing. Then I heard the Corporal's voice from across the courtyard behind me. "You come in this way now." But of course! They would play this charade right through to the end wouldn't they? I'd have to commit all the way - go up the stairs to the dingy room above the stable arch, but HE'd be there to take me over, take me back to the big house, take me back to his bed, take me back into serving him. I smiled sheepishly at the Corp and played along, followed him up the stairs and into the sparsely furnished room. The EMPTY room! "Where's the Brig?" I enquired, trying to keep my tone light. "In the States. Wont be back for five or six weeks" I felt sick. Here I was in this man's room, come, he believed, to let him have sex with me. Why else would I have driven 200 miles at his say-so, have followed him obediently up the stairs to his room? There was no way I could tell him of my pathetic fantasy about Hugh waiting to get his hands on me. God what a fool. What a stupid self-deceiving FOOL! The Corp stood looking at me, quizzical, expectant. "Come on then, get stripped off" he said. "Look Corp, It's like this..." I started, lamely. But I didn't finish for he crossed to me, gripped my left nipple through my shirt and pinched it hard. Really hard. Was it just chance? Or had he perhaps read my letter to Hugh in which I had confessed that a man - ANY man - had only to do this and I was rendered helplessly submissive. "No, please, please..." I whined but my knees were already jelly and it was child's play for him to bring me to my down at his feet and to pull my face into his crotch while his fingers still crushed and twisted my tit. Passively, unprotestingly, I allowed him to strip me, put me face down on the bed and mount me. That doesn't mean I wanted it or enjoyed it, just that he was being quite dominant for once and it is my nature to let men do what they like with me. As last time, his first fuck was brisk and short and businesslike and succeeded in its objective of unloading his semen inside me with minimum fuss. And as last time, he had no sooner got off me and stripped himself naked, (God, I wished he wouldn't do that!) than he turned me on my back, jacknifed me with my legs hooked over his shoulders and was ready for his second go! And, as last time, this second fuck was a long drawn-out mechanical humping that went on and on and on. Yes, and as last time too, he even had a porno mag under the pillow in readiness. I felt in a way that he wasn't really fucking me at all but was masturbating over dirty pictures and just happened to have his cock up my arse instead of in his fist. All very sordid and nasty. I just lay there like a piece of meat and waited for him to finish. Eventually he did and got off me and went to the bathroom. (Nothing if not a creature of habit.) I picked up the mag to see what he had been getting off on. It fell open at the oft-used pages. Me, being strapped down to the cellar table...the 'Decorated Man' preparing his kit... my nipple being pierced. Big close ups of the needle going through the tit...of the ring being inserted. Was it this that prompted him to seize that nipple this evening? After all, he'd said last time that these pics were one of his favourite sequences and had used them when he made me suck him off. I had a sudden idea and when he returned I asked if any of the mags showed me flogging a hooded slave a few months back. "Roger Murphy you mean?" I shrugged. He drew out the tin chest from under the bed and had soon located the mag he wanted. He handed it to me opened at the relevant pages, saying "You sure seemed to be enjoying yourself!" And there again was that attractively lean, muscular body, strung up by the wrists and hooded. And me wielding the whip. Spendid action shots: the whip blurred as it sliced through the air: the leather coiling around to his ribs from a strike across his back: the body twisting with pain as the whip thudded home, the hooded head thrown back in agony, the muscles stretched taut: the look of concentration on my face, contorted with cruelty: thrilling close-ups of the welts across his back and shoulders and across his chest. I found my cock hugely erect as I remembered the excitement of delivering that flogging - and of its aftermath. And here were pictures of that too as I fucked the arse off him. Great! "Has he been back since?" I asked "Good God no. The Brig would never use a slave who has been fucked by someone else, especially not by another slave and - er - so on" "You had him too?" "After you left, yes. He was a bit of a mess after you'd been at him but he was a good fuck." "What did you say his name was?" "Roger Murphy" "Hmm. Don't suppose you know where he came from?" "I do actually. Once when he was supposed to come here his car broke down so the Brig sent me all the way down to prick him up - made him hitch hike home though!" "Where?" "Luton. He's a mechanic at the Ford factory" "Do you remember the address by any chance?" "I've got a note of it somewhere" and he crossed to a writing table, riffled through a notebook, wrote down the address on a scrap of paper and handed it to me. It even had the phone number! Skinned rabbit or no, I could have hugged him. But it wasn't hugs he wanted. He perched on the edge of the bed, splayed his scrawny white thighs. "You owe me" he said and motioned me to kneel between them. His cock was bone hard again already and I bent my head and went to work.

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Date: Tue, 29 May 2001 15:06:51 -0700 (PDT) From: hugh questorius Subject: The Humiliator. Chapter 17 Chapter Seventeen THE TWISTING OF THE KNIFE The Corporal guided me back down the stairs to the basement scullery where I had first entered this house of horrors. He shoved my clothes against my chest and said "dress". I asked him if I could have the mask off. "No" he snapped, so I struggled blindly into my clothes before he dragged me out to the car and guided me in. I told him I needed a piss. "When you get to the station" he said. At last we arrived and parked. He told me to put the dark glasses on to hide the goggles and, as when I arrived, guided me like a blind man. "Sit" he said in the station concourse and backed me onto a wooden bench. "Count to 100 and then you can remove your glasses and go" he said, thrusting an envelope into my hand. When I removed the goggles I looked around for him. I had no doubt he was watching, but although the concourse was not exactly crowded he could have been any one of 20 men. I checked the time of the London train. 30 minutes to wait. I looked at the envelope, "To be opened on the train, not before" it said. Hmm, the manipulative bastard was up to his tricks again. Dismissed I might be but he was still twitching my marionette strings. I went for a much needed piss and considered going into a loo to toss off but decided against it. Who knows what instructions the envelope might contain? Finally, on the train, I ripped open the letter. You would think that after all I had been put through in the last two days I would have approached the letter with weariness, perhaps even impatience. The shaming reality was that even now I was excited to get further orders. There were two instructions. The first said that I was, on arrival at Euston, to go to the gents and there strip to the waist and wash my arms up to the armpits. My first reaction was that I could not possibly do that because people would see my soiled and marked body and what would they think? It would be too humiliating. Then I realised that was the point. The bastard! I felt sick to my stomach. The second order read "I have a friend and fellow master in Scotland and we always keep each other informed of how we treat our slaves. To accompany the photos I took, you will write a detailed account of you recent experiences, starting with the words 'Sir, my Master instructs me to tell you about my usage at his hands' This will be posted to the same Box No. as before within 48 hours." Still the Box No. so even now I was not to be allowed to know the name of the man who had abused me over the last two days, nor even the address of where I had been! There was just this dreadful black limbo where I had been beaten and sexually assaulted by a total stranger I had never seen. And now, as a further twist of the knife, I was required to tell yet another un-named, unknown man all about it. "In detail"! Not for nothing did my master call himself "The Humiliator"! Would I have to report even on the final act of shame at Euston? Well yes, of course, that would be expected of me too. But would I really be able to go through with it? Then a terrible thought struck me, suppose the Corporal was on the train - was ordered to spy on me to be sure I carried out my orders in full? Unlikely, but I could not be certain. Anything was possible with a manipulative sod like this man. I decided to go into the toilet on the train and strip off to inspect myself and see just what would be on display at Euston. I peeled off my jacket first. Oh God! It was worse than I feared. My body (and my face) were filthy, all smudged and soiled with the black coal dust of the prison-pit floor and grazed where I'd been dragged over it. Red weals criss-crossed my chest from the "Obedience Test" flogging and my arms were bruised from bondage and my ribs from being kicked. I turned and craned my neck to try and see my back in the mirror. Worse! Oh dear god, much worse. Well, that settled it, orders or no, there was no way I could expose that in a public lavatory. Even the most casual glance would reveal that I had been flogged. I wondered what my thighs would look like, (thank heavens I did not have to expose THEM in public!) Gingerly I eased my jeans down and had to stifle a sob of self pity at the horror I revealed. Both thighs were swollen and lumpy and discoloured. Some individual welts could be made out in the general mess but for the most part it was just a pudding of beaten meat. Hell, but that had been one severe punishment! But the message was clear - I did not permit - or invite - other men to touch my body. It was not a lesson I was likely to forget! Back in my seat I agonised about what to do when I got to London. Euston Station always heaved with people at any hour so there was no hope that the lavatories would be empty. Now I had seen for myself how badly my back was marked, there was no way I could show that in public, bent over a wash basin for anyone to inspect. And no hope that the marks might be misinterpreted as scratches caused in a car accident or something. They were whip welts, clear and unequivocal. But then, although I had not seen my back before, my master had. He knew exactly what he was asking me to display. As a man who liked to boast of my obedience, God help me I had no choice. At the station I made my way to the gents. There are two, one at either end of the concourse, one much bigger and busier than the other. I went to that one. I prevaricated by going for a piss first while trying to decide what to do and looking out to see if I could spot anyone following me. There were fewer guys around than I expected. Perhaps 8 or 9 but there was a constant churn of coming and going. My heart was banging and my guts were tied in knots. Oh hell, here or there made no difference, all basins were equally public so there was only one thing to do, just go for it. I strode over to a basin and unzipped my jacket and peeled it off expecting six men to point and jeer immediately. Of course no such thing happened. The men at the stalls carried on pissing, the chap nearby finished washing his hands, another carried on drying his hands under a blower. None even glanced in my direction! I filled a bowl with warm water and immersed my forearms and splashed water up to my shoulders. I soaped my arms and washed right up to my armpits. I did it - oh God help me - slowly. As in s - l - o - w - l - y. And still no one paid a blind bit of notice. Men came, men went. Not one appeared to cast a glance at my man-used and whipped body. Chastened, I rinsed my arms and went to dry them under a blower. Then the door of the caretaker's cubicle opened and he stood in the doorway watching me, a small, elderly black man. Why had he opened his door when he could watch me perfectly well through the one-way mirror of his booth? Because he didn't trust what I was up to and he wanted me to know he had his eye on me! Oh, he knew all right. I put on my jacket and scuttled out flustered and ashamed. I had expected this public humiliation to be awful. The reality was worse. Not because of the suspicious glare in the attendant's eye, not because no one else had given a damn, but because I now realised that I had WANTED to look in the mirror and catch the sneer of contempt on another man's face or the smirk of recognition from another pervert. Miserably I made my way home, depressed by my own depravity. And when, that night, I came to write the account of my week-end for the benefit of the unknown Scottish sadist, would I include the bit about the Euston lavatory? Yes, I knew I would. And would I even describe my disappointment that no one had looked at me with leering contempt? Yes that too, for my Master would read it first, before sending it on, and he had a right to know everything. That night, lying in bed after having tossed myself off, I reflected on the events of the last few days and realised with certainty that I had been trampled down to the very bottom of the pit of depravity. I really believed that. After all, how was I to know that there were far greater depths yawning beneath me? Depths of humiliation which I could not even imagine - yet!

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Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2001 07:58:12 -0700 (PDT) From: hugh questorius Subject: The Humiliator. Chapter Ten OBEDIENCE TEST Eventually, (after how long?) I heard the welcome sound of his returning footsteps. He unhooked me, helped me to step out of the bath and with the Follow Me on a short lead headed back towards the kitchen (scullery?) I had first entered. But instead of turning left into it, we stopped and he opened a door on the other side of the corridor. "Careful" he said, "three steps down", and gripping my upper arm guided me down. A very different feel here. Only three steps down but a distinctly subterranean feel, chill and damp and musty smelling. Not a nice place. I felt apprehensive. What felt like old worn bricks underfoot rather than stone. He halted me in what felt like the centre of a large space because when he spoke, his voice had an empty, reverberant quality. "Display" he ordered and I snapped into the position I had been taught. "Obedience test" he announced. "Let's see what stuff you are made of" Oh God, I hoped I could live up to his expectations. I was very nervous. Suppose I should fail, what then? He removed the Follow Me and explained that he was going to lash me about the body with its other end. There would be nine lashes placed randomly, "front and back, neck to knees". As I was in a drill position, I was not to drop my hands or move my feet. That would be disobedient. "Do you think you can take it?" he asked. "I - I don't know Sir" I stammered. "A good answer" he said, "let's find out" and with that he struck the first blow diagonally across my back, slicing down from my right shoulder. Christ, but it stung! It was only a light thin strap of soft leather, for God's sake, why should it hurt so much? What I didn't know was that the other end was fashioned into a loop, fixed with a rivet, to slip over the master's wrist and so was double weight - plus the rivet. I braced my back for the second blow but it flicked across the backs of my thighs, catching me completely unaware. I yelped and very nearly jerked my foot up off the ground but stopped just in time. Somehow I felt that was underhand even though he had warned me "neck to knees". So where next? Where was he? My whole back was tensed, anticipating the next slash. But the bastard had moved silently round to the front. From left shoulder right across left pec it came, the tip biting deep into the point of my shoulder. And quickly after it another on the same line but lower down, the vicious tip biting low into my chest. 'The bastard's trying for the nipple!' I thought, just as the third of the batch scored a direct bull's eye. I screamed and bent forward, aghast at the pain, but still managed to keep my hands and feet in position. He'd said nothing about bending or twisting and I prayed I had not failed the test. The next was across my back, the end flicking round to sting my ribs. God but that hurt! Then over my ribs to whiplash round to my stomach. Long pause. There were little whimpering noises of fear coming from somewhere. With disgust I realised they were from me. And I had so wanted to take the flogging like a man, suffering in noble silence! But here I was yelling and whimpering like a - YEOWWW! Standing to one side he had lashed me straight across the chest, overshooting so that the tip flicked round and buried itself into my armpit. Oh shit! that was painful! Intended to make me snap my arm down for protection? Well I didn't, so sod you mate! Then across the arse, the tip stinging my flank. Every time it was that bloody tip which did the damage. How many was that? Surely there could not be many more? Masters always expect their victims to keep count, but you are so busy dealing with the pain that you can't count as well. "You did well, Fuckface" he said, "many don't make it to the end". I thanked him. I felt so proud. Pathetic really, but it meant so much to me to be praised by him. I squared my shoulders and pushed my elbows back, displaying my whipped body to him. Offering it to him. He touched my chest lightly and traced the line of the weals with his fingertips, while I forced myself not to flinch as he caressed the wounded flesh. He walked round me and traced the raised welts on my back . . . my flanks . . . my belly, with something akin to tenderness. A feeling of total, passionate commitment to him blossomed inside me. "Anything, master" I whispered, "anything". What did I mean? That I would do anything he wanted? He knew that. That he could do anything he liked with me? He knew that. That I would give him anything? I had nothing to give save my body and my submission and he already had those. But my "anything" meant all of these and more. I leaned into the sensual touch of his hands in a moment of communion with him . . . longing . . . giving . . . surrendering to him . . . I felt he was about to embrace me, but he suddenly pulled away. "Elbows back" he snapped, and grabbing me roughly by the balls dragged me to the far end of the cellar. I heard him pull back one heavy bolt . . . and another. A door swung open. He pushed my head low and shoved me through presumably a low doorway into yet another room. Smaller, much smaller, this one. He slammed me against one wall, my arms now outstretched before me. He kicked my legs wide apart and back until I was leaning at a 45 degree angle against the wall. He leaned his huge body against mine so that my arms had to carry the weight of us both. He groped and mauled my nakedness with deliberate crudity, raking his nails up my whipped torso, crushing my tits in his strong fingers, wrenching at my testicles, bruising my ribs with his knuckles. "Anything?" he hissed in my ear, "Anything? We'll see, Fuckface. We'll see." He pulled me off the wall, spun me round and slammed me back against it. Handcuffs were snapped over my wrists, but with my hands in front of me this time. Well, that's not so bad, I thought. Fool! I should have known better. There must have been a broom handle propped in a corner ready for this moment, for it was pushed between my elbows and my back. This yanked my hands so far apart over my stomach that the manacles dug into my wrists painfully. I cried out but he took no notice, throwing me down onto my knees and then shoving me onto my back. Can you imagine what it is like to lie on your back with a stout broom stale shoved behind your elbows? It hurts your back I can tell you. But worse still, your own body weight crunches it down into your arms and that is bloody painful! You struggle to sit up but of course you can't (try it some time!) The only way to ease the pressure is to arch your back, to try and get the weight off your back and onto your shoulders. This does nothing to stop the handcuffs cutting into your wrists but it does stop your arms being crushed. I don't suppose I could have held that position for long anyway, but I wasn't given the chance for my owner put his boot squarely on my chest and pressed down. And held it there. Pressing firmly. Had he felt a moment of tenderness, of intimacy even, a little earlier? If so, it was effectively ground out under his heel now, as he would grind out a cigarette butt. Trapped, squirming in pain under his boot, God how I hated him then! "Anything, Fuckface?" he sneered. Then he was gone. The door slammed shut and the two bolts were shot noisily home. One, two. Bang, bang. It is possible to get to your feet from that position. I know, I did it. It took a long time, a lot of trial and error, and a lot of effort. I leaned back against the wall exhausted and covered in sweat but feeling rather pleased with myself. I had beaten the bastard! The sweat quickly cooled and soon I was shivering, so I set off to explore. What could I learn about my black hole? Brick walls. Brick floor, but very gritty. Why? Smell of coal or coke. Perhaps this had been used as a coalhole - that would explain the gritty floor. Heavy wooden door only shoulder high and round topped. Following the walls with my shoulder, I edged gingerly forward. Funny how, in total blackness, you fear a 30 foot drop might open before you. It was indeed a tiny space. A cell, really. But there was something odd about the end wall. I had followed it round with my shoulder but couldn't feel it with my foot. By crouching down a little I found the answer. The end wall had a low arch like the doorway opposite. And beyond the arch? Again, irrational fears took over. What if there was a well . . . a savage dog chained up . . . a rotting corpse? Absurd, but very cautiously I bent down to enter - and immediately pushed my face into a spider's web. Startled, I leaped back with a cry of disgust. But with my hands cuffed I could not claw the mess off my face and had to try wiping my face on my shoulder. With my heart thumping, I very cautiously put my head through again, then one foot. Something soft. Straw! How surprising. Another cautious step and my head touched something. Immediately I jerked back in a reflex action and banged the back of my head on the inside of the arch. Yet another cautious probe and I encountered something hard. Wall? Ceiling? Neither. It was a downward 45 degree slope like the underside of a staircase, forming a wedge-shaped space like a piece of cheese. And the floor was all strewn with straw. For bedding presumably, to stop me getting too cold. How kind! But if I got down into it, would I ever be able to get up again? The cold decided it. I dropped to my knees, then on to my side and did my best to wriggle into the straw in my little wedge-shaped nest in this subterranean pit of desolation God but I was hungry! And thirsty. And cold. And miserable. I wished I had eaten a proper meal on the train. How long ago was that? Hours, certainly. It felt as if I had been here for days. Slowly I drifted into exhausted sleep.

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Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2001 08:55:02 -0800 (PST) From: hugh questorius Subject: The Humiliator. Chapter 36 Chapter 36 REDUCED TO THE RANKS I began to wonder whether there was a pattern or a purpose to my years of servitude as the Brigadier's slave. Was I being systematically trained or developed for some ultimate end that was still opaque to me? Or was I just the object of random experiments by a dominant male for his own pleasure? Had the whole six year experience been a carefully contrived programme to see just how far he could go in degrading another human being before I would cry "enough"? Certainly I had come very close to that after the horror of the sadistic gypsy in the breakers yard. Had he exposed me to that in year one, wouldn't I have fled without further ado, never to be used by him again? So, it was reasonable to assume that he had been preparing me for that. But having seen that he had taken me to my limit at last, even to forcing me to attempt to break free of his ownership, wouldn't you have thought that he might have eased up a bit, instead of which, on my very next visit, he dragged me out into the countryside and imposed a particularly rigorous regime of punishment and degradation. Why? Why would he have done that? For I had long since learned that he did nothing by chance. Perhaps he was making the point that having crushed my attempted escape with such off-hand ease, he was keen to rub my face both literally and metaphorically in the shit of my own debasement. And what was one to make of that extraordinary next visit when I was forced to punish some poor bastard who had offended him - even encouraged to fuck the man? Flogging and fucking are the acts of a master, not a slave. And yet how cleverly he had managed the proceedings to make it clear that I was acting as a slave even so. Was he grooming me to develop a more dominant side of my personality - one which even I had not recognised before? Or just demonstrating how far he could go in making me serve his ends? It was all very puzzling and I decided I would just have to trust his manipulative skill and see how things would develop on future visits. As things turned out, I could never have predicted what happened on the next visit, not in 100 years. There was nothing in the summons to my next visit to alert me to anything untoward except that an unusually long period of 10 weeks had elapsed since my last and that he demanded five days of celibacy beforehand, instead of the usual four. Obviously he wanted me to arrive ravenous for sex! Oh yes, there was one other thing that was a bit unusual, I was to report at 11am on the Saturday morning rather than the usual Friday night. On arrival on a cold, bright October morning, I stripped off as usual in the icy scullery before reading the orders note on the draining board. It said, with customary terseness "Living room". Well that was unusual as a starting point! I hurried up to the ground floor, dropped to my knees outside the not-quite-closed door, tapped deferentially on it and waited. There were voices! Oh God, what now? Almost at once the Brig's deep voice boomed "Come!" I dropped onto all fours and pushed the door open with my head but stopped dead in my tracks only halfway into the room, astonished by the scene that met me. The Brig was with the Corporal, both formally dressed in suit and tie (I had never seen the Corp other than a scruffy mess.) The Brig stood with his back to a blazing fire, the Corp some little way away by the window and both held glasses of sherry! There was a strange, stilted, formal, atmosphere and the Corp looked most uncomfortable. "Come in boy, come in" Hugh commanded and I shuffled forward on my knees, feeling acutely stupid and embarrassingly naked in this genltleman's club atmosphere of correctly dressed men, leather chairs and sherry glasses. I waddled over so sit on my heels at my master's side, feeling the warmth of the fire on my back. He took my collar and lead from the mantlepiece and buckled it round my throat, then dropped one hand onto my head and ruffled my hair absently, as he might fondle one of his setters. "This is a special day" he announced, "Twenty five years to the day since the Corporal here was first assigned to me as my batman. Twenty five years of loyal service. Damned good show" and he raised his glass in salutation. Then, addressing me directly, he went on "When I asked the Corp what I could give him to mark my gratitude, he said, ah, you." I looked up in alarm. "And as I have pretty well finished with you myself, I agreed he could have you" "Have me Sir?" I queried "How 'have me'?" "As his slave of course, what do you think? As his own fuck boy. Whatever" I glanced at the Corp, looking small and ill at ease in his unfamiliar suit. He looked at his shoes, embarrassed. "But he can't" I wailed in dismay "I'm yours Sir. It says so here" and I pointed at the tattoo blazoned across my chest. "I'm for your use ONLY" He looked down at me and I cowered as he gave me the full "ice blaze" from those cold blue eyes. "Of course you are mine. Mine to do what I like with. And what I like is to give you to my serving man. The matter is closed." His huge frame towered over me like a thunder cloud of power but I could not leave it there. "Noooo" I howled and flung my bare arms around his sturdy legs. "Please Sir, please, I beg you..." and I buried my face in his crotch where I had so often found solace before. "CORPORAL!" he bellowed "Take control of this thing of yours and get it out of here!" "SIR!" answered the corp, now safely back on the familiar ground of doing what his officer told him. He grabbed the lead and yanked it so viciously that I fell sprawling on the rug. He dragged me onto the polished boards, sliding and scrabbling and howling through the door which he pulled shut behind him. "Shame on you!" he said "behaving like that in front of an officer!" I looked at him in wild eyed dismay. "Why? Why?" I wailed. "You never wanted me. Never showed the slightest interest." He wound the dog lead round his fist until his hand was hard against my throat. He pulled me up to my knees and lowered his face to within inches of mine. "Never showed any interest?" he breathed "I've wanted you since I first saw you sitting on the station waiting to be collected" I looked at him in amazement. In all the time we had spent together, working in the garden, mucking out the cows etc., never once had he shown the slightest sexual interest in me. Never tried to touch, much less fondle me. Never any suggestive remarks or double entendres. Never any remarks about my fuck-boy status. No sign of interest or even of contempt. Yet now he was claiming to have lusted after me since that very first visit! I remembered how he had ordered me to strip naked beside him in the Landrover - and how I had, blindfolded, splayed my legs, offering myself to him. "But you made no attempt to handle me in the car on the way from the station" I said. He shrugged and said simply "You were for the Officer's use" as though that was sufficient explanation - as indeed, for him, it was. He had pulled me to my feet and led me by my collar down to the scullery. He scooped up my discarded clothing and led me still naked through the door and across the courtyard to his quarters above the stable block arch. And there he fucked me. Straight away. No messing. Just put me across his truckle bed, whipped out his cock and banged it in. It was all over in just a couple of minutes. Well, I thought, now that's over perhaps I can go. But there was something else I didn't know about the Corporal - he was a madly oversexed, fuck-hungry, randy little bugger. To my horror he started to strip off. Naked, he was not a pretty sight, thin and scrawny and white with a body like a skinned rabbit. But his bone-hard little cock was already rampant again. He rolled me onto my back, hooked my legs over his bony shoulders, jacknifed me and shoved his prick into me again. Only this time he took things much slower with long piston strokes, in...out... in...out with the tireless and boring regularity of a steam engine. But then I became aware of something odd going on. He seemed to be fumbling for something under his pillow. His head was much higher up the bed than mine of course and all I could see was his narrow chest going up and down above my face. What the hell was he doing up there? I craned my neck round as far as I could and was shocked to see he had a book propped on the pillow! "Christ!" I exploded, "I've never been fucked by a man reading a book before!" And do you know what he did? Nothing! Just quietly turned a page and carried on fucking, in...out,...in...out, as if I wasn't there - except as a fuck-hole! I thought to shame him, to embarrass him by saying "Come on for God's sake, I'm getting bloody sore down here" Nothing. No reaction. In...out,...in...out. So, his cock was only half the size of Hugh's monstrous weapon, but it was as hard as a bone and this interminable pistoning was wearing me ragged, jagged and sore. "Nice weather we're having for the time of year" I said. Again no response. What the hell was he reading? War and Peace? I craned my neck around again and as he slowly turned another page I realised it was not a book, it was a porno mag. At long last he finished and got off me and went to his pokey little shower room to get cleaned up. With huge relief I lowered my legs and after a moment or two to recover I turned and picked up the magazine from the pillow. It was a German publication called "Ledermeister", several years old and well thumbed. I flicked through the pages andit fell open at a much visited page. I stopped dead. There was me! Standing stripped naked in the scullery in the Display position and wearing those black goggles from my very first visit, six years ago! I turned the page and there I was in the bath, my wrists tied to the taps and spattered with filth. And another, strung up in the shower by my balls. I felt sick and soiled. So, Hugh had told me he would sell the photos of me at the Breakers Yard a few months back but it had never occurred to me he had been selling me since the beginning. Clearly the Corporal had been jacking off to these pictures for years and it was such a ritual that even when he actually had his cock shoved up my arse he still needed this stale stimulus. Sick! Sordid and sick! Is this what I had come down to - a masturbation device for a miserable little skinned rabbit of a loser? I turned the pages again and let out an involuntary moan of dismay for there I was, stretched out on the bed frame, lashed down with ropes and straps, my thighs wide splayed ready for punishment. Then close up shots of my thighs marked by the tawse with the tawse laid over one thigh to show the implement used. Then the cane, laid across both thighs but with the awful bruises it had caused clearly visible. These pics had been in black and white but now came the centre spread in full colour showing the electric flex and the livid damage that had done as it had slashed across the tawse-and-cane bruised flesh. The sheer savagery of it made me feel sick. I looked up to see the Corp, dressed again, standing in the doorway watching me. "Great pictures" he said. "Some of the best" "There are more?" I croaked. In answer he pulled a small tin trunk from under the bed and threw open the lid. It was full with literally scores of porno mags, German, English, American, Dutch, Scandinavian. All with titles like "Brute", "SM", "Korrektion", "Leder Mann", "Slave Pigs", "Den Kaan" etc. I picked up one at random and flicked through. There I was again, strung upside down in the cellar, my legs wide splayed and a fearsome contraption fixed around my balls and cock. Oh God, yes, I rembered that occasion all too vividly. "Do they all have pictures of me?" I asked "Most" he replied with a rather sheepish grin. "You and his other slaves. They are copies publishers send to him - and he gives 'em to me". He riffled through the pile and selected another and showed it to me, the 'Decorated Man' tattooing my chest. "I specially like this" he said and I realised to my horror that he was on heat again, rubbing his cock. Already! Dear God, he'd just emptied two loads of spunk into me. He surely couldn't be ready for a third so soon? But the randy little bugger was, only this time he wanted oral attention and pulled my head down into his crotch. God knows how long it took. It seemed like forever. I used every technique to bring him to orgasm I could, but he was enjoying himself and what if I was bored and fed-up? I don't think he was at all aware of that. Or if aware, was not interested as long as I kept sucking. At long last he came and shot his load down my throat. After that I brikly announced I had to go as I had an appointment to keep in London. He was suprised and disappointed and asked me if I couldn't stay. I assured him it was imperative for me to get back to Town and left as soon as I could. I was relieved to have got away as easily as that. (Imagine telling Hugh 'Sorry but I've got to go' Ha!) I still had the taste of his cum in my mouth though, it seemed to be clinging to my back teeth so I stopped at a pub for a brandy to scour the sickly taste of that nasty little man's semen from my throat. Well that was that. End of story. There was no way I'd go back to Manor Farm again to be used by that grubby little loser. 'Sex toy, Officer for the use of' was great but 'Fuck hole, Other Ranks for the use of' was just not on. There was no logic there I know. As someone who was turned on by humiliation, I should have been ecstatic at this ultimate degradation. The IDEA of being a barrack room whore, available for use by "the brutal and licentious soldiery" was great. But the reality of being the fuck-boy of a randy little skinned rabbit who lacked all authority, no! no way! So, that was the end of it? After over six years of methodical degradation it had all come to an end in this messy and highly unsatisfactory way? Never again would I experience the joy of having Hugh grope my nakedness with greedy ownership. Never again feel his powerful, furred body rubbing against me. Never again suffer his self-indulgent cruelties. I just couldn't believe it was ended. Surely, surely there had to be something more? Didn't there?

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Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2001 00:33:32 -0400 (EDT) From: R A D Subject: Joel's life in College, So Far 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 domination, submission, humiliation or discipline activities between young men then you should not read this. In fact you should not even be here. I ask that if you wish to reproduce this story or part of it for anything more than your own private use you seek and receive my permission in writing first. (c) axeldarke 2001 axeldarke@yahoo.ca Joel's life in College, So Far. (m/t,humil,college,disp) When I first arrived at my college dorm I was still only 17 years old. My birthday is in December so it was a few months yet before Id be a full legal adult. It was my first time away from the supervision and control of my parents, who are strict and conservative people, so I was excited and looking forward to my new freedom. I got myself registered that first day, found my room and stowed my gear. My roommate had not yet arrived. As it turned out my roommate had cancelled out and never did show up so I lucked out and got my own room but only paid for a double. After I stowed my gear I went exploring and met this guy Scott, who was about 24, and seemed impressive and mature to me. He turned out to be the 'floor chairman' who was kind of like a social organizer and class president for the floor I lived on. I also met Steve who was a 'wing senior' on my wing of the floor. He was kind of a deputy to the floor chairman. I figured that those titles didn't mean much and usually they don't. Just titles with little actual authority. Steve was 22 at the time and was obviously a serious weightlifter and major stud. He is 6'1, about 200 pounds with sculpted muscles, beautifully proportioned body, black hair and blue eyes. I was very deeply closeted at the time but he definitely caught my eye. Scott mentioned, in a kind of joking tone, that since I was not yet 18 for a while they'd have to keep an eye on me to make sure I stayed out of trouble. We all just laughed at that and I didn't take it seriously because I didn't think they did either. The place filled up over the next few days and college life began. Parties, intramural sports, noise and even, sometimes, schoolwork. I noticed that there were lots of guys in the dorm who smoked pot openly. They drank beer too though they were not really allowed to do that until they were 21 and few of them were. I enjoyed the parties but I was not experienced with beer or with pot so I didn't consume much of either. About the 3rd weekend I was there I happened to be at a little get together in another guy's room on another floor on Saturday night. That night I was drinking a beer and sharing a few tokes. Steve happened to arrive with some others and he saw me drinking beer and taking tokes. Steve himself neither drank beer nor smoked anything. He kind of got a scowl on his face when he saw me but I didn't think about it much because I was pretty far gone by then. The next morning there was a knock on my door at about 7am, which was way early for me since I liked to sleep in Sundays. Since I got to school I was able to do that, which I could never do at home. Sleepily I got up and opened my door to find Steve there obviously just having finished his morning run. He kind of pushed by me and came in, taking the seat at my desk, which was the only chair in my room. He said he had something important to talk to me about. I was not real happy to see him and didn't want to do more than go back to sleep but the serious look on his face and tone in his voice caught my attention so I was ready to listen. I was kind of embarrassed standing there because I sleep nude and had only wrapped a towel around myself to answer the door. I was gonna put on a pair of shorts but Steve said not to bother, it would not take long. There was a serious tone in his voice and it had me worried so I obeyed him. He told me that he had seen me the night before drinking beer and smoking that joint. I knew that already but since it was such a widespread and routine activity around that place I didn't see what the big deal was. Steve asked me to get my dorm contract that we all signed when we came to school. My dad had actually signed mine because I was not yet legal to sign contracts. When I had retrieved it he told me to read a portion of the contract that was titled "Minor Students" It basically said that students who were minors, not yet 18, would be subject to the ' reasonable supervision' of resident officials, which he told me meant floor chairmen and wing seniors like himself. This surprised me because I had never really read the contract and didn't realize that that section was in it. I recalled that it was mentioned that Steve and Scott would keep an eye on me that first day but I never took that seriously. Apparently Steve did. He asked me how my parents felt about my drinking beer. I was worried when he said that because the truth is my folks don't drink and don't allow me to either. They are conservative religious people and don't take to drinking. I was reluctant to say anything but Steve could see the worry in my face so I told him the truth. When he asked me what they would think about me smoking pot I felt like about an inch tall because I know they would think it was one stop short of hell on the road to damnation. Steve told me that in the past when they had minor students who drank the procedure had been to inform the student's parents of this to protect the school from lawsuits if anything should happen as a result of future drinking. The prospect of my folks being informed of my alcohol use terrified me because I knew that my dad would insist that I move home instantly and go to a local college where he could keep his eye on me. I knew too that he would paddle my ass. And god help me if the pot was mentioned. I was suddenly very worried. I told Steve that I would be yanked home immediately if my dad was informed of my drinking. I pleaded with him not to tell and I said I would not drink again until after my birthday. He told me that to do that was taking a major risk for him because as a wing senior he had a contract to obey and enforce rules and that was one of them. He told me he could get kicked out himself without notice if dorm management found he had ignored underage drinking. I so dreaded the prospect of being forced home and losing my relative freedom that I got onto my knees and pleaded with him. I let go of the towel I wore and it fell to the floor leaving me naked but that was the last thing I cared about then. Steve was not very sympathetic to me and asked what my dad would do with me if he were informed. I confessed that I would end up getting paddled. It was not like I wanted him to know this, it was just that he intimidated me with his tone and what he was telling me so I told him the truth. He told me that he would consider ignoring my lapse if I promised to obey the rules and obey him from then on. But he said he felt like I needed a paddling like my dad would have given me if he had been told of my behavior. I didn't want any paddling at all but if I had to take one and could escape being yanked home I figured I could accept it. I was naked on the floor on my knees all this time as he spoke to me, ready to plead for his mercy, and I felt great relief because it seemed like I had gotten it. I said I would take a paddling if he felt I needed it and I would obey the rules and not drink again or smoke pot either. He said that would be ok and feeling huge relief I suddenly became self-conscious and wanted to get up and put on some shorts. But when I moved to do so Steve told me to stay where I was. He reached into the pocket of his shorts and retrieved his keys and he handed them to me. Then he told me to run down to his room and look in his closet where I would find his paddle hanging on a hook. He told me to bring it back to him. I stood and moved to put on a pair of shorts but he slapped my butt and told me to get my ass in gear and get the paddle. I wanted to wear shorts but Steve told me that everybody in the wing had seen my bare butt in the showers by now so I didn't need them. He told me if anyone asked what I was doing I was to tell them I had been a bad boy and Steve was gonna do something about it. He also told me I had one minute to be back with his paddle or I'd pay for it. I really didn't want to have to run down there naked but I was scared as hell by then so I just opened my door and took off down the hall. My room was at the one end of the wing and Steve's was at the other end so I had to run the length of the wing waving my bare butt. There were 2 guys in the hallway right then and they laughed at me and told me to put some clothes on. One of them even slapped my butt as I ran by him. I got down to Steve's room and opened the door. Just as I did Todd, the other senior in the wing, whose room was opposite Steve's, opened his door. I guess I didn't hear him because as I searched for the paddle in Steve's closet I felt Todd's hand on my butt. I was shocked by the touch and when I saw who it was I was kind of scared too because Todd is this big football player, about 23 or so, and a very macho aggressive type. He is like 6'3 or so and 220 lbs of muscle. I am only like 160 and 5'9 so he towers above me. I had a feeling like he knew I was gay and didn't like me because of it so I felt very uncomfortable with him there like that. " Hey Joel (that's my name, Joel McBain) what are you doing here in Steve's room?" he asked me. As he did so I found the paddle and retrieved it from the closet. Todd meanwhile still had his hand on my butt and was fingering my butt hole with his middle finger. I was feeling aroused by this hot guy with his finger on my butt hole but very humiliated to be standing there nude and holding that paddle. To my utter shame my cock began to get hard in response to his finger and within a few seconds I was hard as a rock. " I am getting this for Steve, he is in my room." I said trying to get out of there with as much dignity as I could. " Oh yeah? So why does he need the paddle?" Todd asked me " Well see I have been a bad boy and Steve is gonna do something about it" I said, burning with humiliation and, I am sure, red as a beet. " He is huh? Well I figured you would be getting it sooner or later kid." He said, chuckling. He slapped my poor butt and told me to get a move on or it would be worse for me. As I stepped back out into the hallway, my hard cock waving in front of me, I saw that Jay and Tomas, the two guys who had first seen me in the hall, had been watching the exchange between Todd and me. Jay just smiled at me as I ran by. Tomas whistled and yelled " that boy is gonna feel wood today!" I bolted back down that hallway praying that nobody else would see me but several doors opened when guys heard Tomas' whistle and shout. I don't know if I was more frightened of what was to come or more humiliated about being seen that way. When I got back to my room Scott was looking at his watch and seemed to be pretty unhappy. " That took you a minute and ten seconds. Pretty damn slow Id say. Aren't you serious about this Joel?" he asked " I can just call your dad now and we can end this if you like." He told me. "No sir I am sorry to be late I am very serious please don't call my dad." I said to him, clenched with fear that he might make that call and shaking with shame from the humiliation I had just endured. "Ok then give me the paddle." He said. I gave him the paddle and he stood up and told me to come over and bend myself over the back of the chair and take hold on to the front legs. That left me stretched over the chair with my butt hi in the air, a ready target for his paddle. I was filled with dread about what was to come and I noticed too that he did not close my door. Everyone in the hallway was gonna hear my paddling. I was absolutely mortified to realize that. "Joel where are my keys?" he asked me. I realized that in my haste I had left his key in his door! SHIT " I am sorry sir I forgot them. They are still in your door." I replied, my voice cracking. "Listen Joel I am really doing you a favor here and you just keep fucking up." He said, anger rising in his voice. He laid 5 hard smacks across my butt with his paddle and said "Go back down there and get em. Fast!" in a hard no bullshit tone. I stood up and bolted out the door and down the hallway intent on getting those keys as fast as I could. By that time the hallway was half filled with guys who had heard the whole exchange including the paddle strokes. I am sure my poor butt was glowing red but my face must have been a goddamn beacon I was so humiliated. All I wanted to do was get those keys and get back to Scott. I am sure that there were looks and comments from all those guys in the hallway but I didn't hear any of them. I ran as quick as I could down to Scott's room and to my horror the keys were NOT in the door. I ran into his room and looked around on the floor and into the closet and was damn near in a panic when I heard Todd ask me "Is this what you are looking for kid?" He was sitting on a chair in his room across the hallway dangling the keys in his hand. I ran across he hall and stopped at his door and I asked "Yes it is could I have them please" He said, "Sure you can" and then chucked the keys over my head thru the doorway. They flew into the hallway, bounced off the wall and fell to the floor. Tomas walked up and placed his foot over them and I was so damn panicked I wanted to push him off them but instead I said "Please let me have those keys" in a voice of total desperation. Before he could respond Jay pushed Tomas of the keys and said "Let the poor guy have them, he is in enough shit!" I grabbed the key chain and began to run but I was not half way back before I met Barry Boswell, who is also 17 and a big arrogant punk type guy. He always seemed to take long showers whenever he could get next to me in the washroom and I guess he decided to have some more fun. "Hey Joel I see you got a red butt there huh? Why is that?" he asked me, standing in a block stance so I could not slip by. I sure as hell didn't want to stop or say anything to him but I knew Steve could hear and I didn't want to get in more shit than I was in already. " Well Barry I been a bad boy and Steve is gonna do something about it" I answered him which was hard to get out because my voice kept breaking. I was almost beyond humiliation by then, just working mechanically trying to get back as fast as I could. But I know my face still glowed with shame because I saw it in his doorway mirror as I spoke. "Move your ass Boswell, let him by or you're next!" This shout was from Steve who was standing in the hallway outside my door and he definitely meant business. Barry moved out of the way fast. "Don't sweat it Steve I was just jokin," he said. He tried to sound very butch but I could hear an edge of fear in his own voice. I finally made it back to my doorway and handed the key to Scott as I stepped back into my room. He closed the door and motioned for me to bend over the chair and clutch those legs once more. My punishment was about to begin. End of part one Well that is Joel's life in college so far. I always greatly appreciate readers response. and I reply to all I recieve. axeldarke@yahoo.ca

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Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2002 18:05:26 EDT From: Arovingi@aol.com Subject: Lessons for a Sub. Chapter I This story is based on truth - but embellished. I hope you all enjoy. Having little to do one evening, I sat in a chat room just feeling out the different prospects when I started to speak with ttltop or as I came to know him, Steve or, later, Sir. After learning a bit about each other's essentials such as height, weight and cock size, we exchanged pictures. Steve was only minutes from my work which made a meeting very convenient. About a week later I was in my car driving to his home. As I pulled up, I felt my heart racing. I had some idea of what to expect, but there was still the unknown factor. Steve had explained that he had a sub but was always open to looking for others whom he could use on a regular basis. As I rang the doorbell, Steve opened the door. Like his picture, Steve was in his late 30's and fit. He was wearing jeans and a tee shirt and had on no shoes. "Come on in", he said causally. I guess I must have looked a tad nervous since he followed up with, "Pour yourself a drink, I'm sure you could use one." He had a nice selection of scotch. I made one for myself and one for him. Sitting on the couch, he asked, "So, you don't have a lot of experience". "Little", I replied. In fact, my experiences had been limited to brief one-time vanilla encounters. "Then you are going to enjoy this", he said with a smile. After downing my drink and feeling its warmth, I began to feel more comfortable. Seeing that, Steve said, "Now, why don't you go into my bathroom and take a hot shower. I like my slaves to be squeaky clean when I play with them. After you dry off, come back here. Leave your clothes in the bathroom. You won't need them." The shower preceded by the drink did the trick to totally relax me. I dried off and walked into the living room. Steve had turned down the lights some and had taken off his shirt. "Not bad slave," he said while examining me. He took my cock and gave it a squeeze. "Kinda small, but acceptable." "Now, get on your knees," he commanded. I dropped down and kept my eyes down. "Kiss my feet," he ordered. I kissed his feet and he lifted them so I could also kiss the heels and soles. "Now lick them", he said after he felt I had adequately worshiped by kissing. I licked his feet making sure I was mentally noting the taste of the man who would be Sir. "Not bad," he said. Next time I will expect you to do that without my instructing you. When you drop to your knees you will kiss my feet. "Yes, Sir," I automatically replied. "Take off my jeans," he instructed. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the one button on his jeans. I unzipped the zipper and saw that he had no underwear on and his public hair was exposed once the zipper was lowered. As I pulled down his jeans his cock was directly in front of me. It was about two inches larger than mine but much broader. From my close vantage, I could see that it was slightly erect and the veins were beginning to protrude. I think I may have actually swooned a bit at its first unveiling. "You may worship my cock," he said while looking down at me. I took his cock in my hand and began kissing it and licking its shaft and beautiful mushroom head. While still a little flacid, I put the cock in my mouth pulling away with my lips tight and pulling out the first drops of precum into my mouth. Sir pulled my head away and left the room. When he returned, he told me to put my head to the floor while I was still kneeling. He went behind me and inserted a butt plug. "I used lubricant. You keep performing this well, and you will continue to get lubricant before it goes into your pussy. If you perform poorly, it goes in dry." The thought was not agreeable. He then stood before me and took two nipple clamps connected by a chain and placed them on me tightening them until I grimaced. "Ohhh", he let out, "We will have to toughen you up. You are far too sensitive there. You will learn to take much more." He then guided my head back to his now fully erect cock. I could feel actually feel him pulsing in my mouth as I held his cock there. I then began to move up and down his shaft feeling him against my throat. He began thrusting and moaning, "That's a good boi. You are a very good slut." The movement became even more violent and Sir began pulling my hair into him. Suddenly, a stream of cum rushed into my which I swallowed hungrily - and a bit noisily. My mouth, covered in saliva, was still holding Sir's cock when he took his foot and pushed the chain connecting the nipple clamps to the floor, pulling me along until my face was against the carpeting. I stayed that way while I heard pull up his pants. He then went out of the room only to reenter shortly after. From behind me, I heard, "Well, slut, that was a very good start but I know you can do better. And I expect better next time. In the meantime, we have to loosed up this pussy." With that, I felt the buttplug removed. Then Sir began to insert what felt like a log into my ass. I had often read about the feeling of being split in two, but to actually live it was very different. "When you learn to beg to take this dildo in your pussy and then take it without any pain is when I will gift you with my cock." "Yes, Sir" is all I could reply. Sir then began to move the dildo in and out of me slowly and gently and then removed it to great relief. Sir then pulled my chains to raise me up on my feet. He looked down upon my hard cock and slapped it. "Remember", Sir warned me, "you do not cum without getting my permission. And then you will be expected to eat your cum." "I dutifully replied, "Sir, I will do as you say." Content, Sir smilingly said, "You are a very good whore. You train well. I want to see you tomorrow at the same time. Do not cum before then. If you do cum, don't bother returning. I want you to wear this buttplug for at least two hours. We will loosen you up. During the course of the day, you will on the hour say out loud, "I am Sit Steven's slave." Dismissing me, Sir said, "Now go get dressed." You will leave the clamps on until you reach your home. When you arrive tomorrow, make sure they are in place. Goodnight." Sir then turned and went into his bedroom closing his door. I followed his instructions to the tee feeling that I had made a substantial step forward. Chapter 2 to follow. I would like any feedback or comments.

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Date: Sun, 6 May 2001 07:38:21 -0700 (PDT) From: hugh questorius Subject: The Humiliator. Chapter14 The Humiliator. Chapter Fourteen PUNISHMENT I lay there, my helpless body tingling in anticipation of the first blow of the tawse. But instead of the brute impact of leather, I felt a hand placed lightly on my knee. "This is what you were wanting last night, boy?" the Corporal sneered as he slid his hand slowly and sensuously along the inside of my thigh, almost to my crotch. Then the hand was withdrawn as the tawse hit the same place THWUCK! The shock of the impact, the shock of the pain ripped me apart. To my horror and shame, my body reacted by evacuating bowels and bladder. That's right, I shit myself and pissed myself. Despite my bonds, my body had leapt sideways so violently that the pad over my balls was dislodged and the piss sprayed everywhere. I could feel it over my belly and my thighs. Some must have sprayed over him too for he exclaimed "Ugh! You dirty bugger" and hit me again immediately - only this time on a wet thigh. I gagged with the pain, but when it eased I found myself apologising to him, saying how ashamed I was and how such a thing had never happened before. The stench was awful. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" I wailed, "I'm sorry, I'm s -" and he hit me a third time. I shut up after that. I was too busy wrestling with the pain of repeated blows and the sickening horror of it. Too much pain, yet even so, part of my brain still registered the precision and skill with which each strike moved along my thigh, only half overlapping the previous one until the sixth was nearly down to my knee. The entire length of my inside thigh had been systematically beaten . When he had done, he moved round the bed to start on my left leg. This presented a problem because there was simply no way that a repetition of such pain could be accepted. I informed him of this. No whining or pleading or begging. None of that. I simply told him it was not acceptable to continue. That it was necessary to stop right there. Would he please inform the Brigadier that I was sorry but we had to bring this to a close. I was balanced, reasonable and contained. His reply was the first THWUCK! on that thigh. I was shocked, not only by the sickening pain but also by the realisation of my helplessness. There was nothing I could say or do which would have any effect on what was going to happen. All I could do was suffer. And I did. Again and again the leather fingers of the tawse clawed round the contour of my thigh to dig their tips deep into tender flesh. Six lashes to each leg, bollocks! Each strike of the four fingered strap was four separate blows landed simultaneously for maximum damage. Four sixes are twenty four. On each thigh. Fortyeight strap-cuts in all - and the worst I'd ever taken at one time before was twelve stripes of the cane across the backside! Jesus! And this was only stage one of my three-part punishment . . . All things end eventually. I could hear his breathing now, from the exertion of the beating. Could hear too the foot-falls on the stair. But I wasn't frightened of the master's approach this time. I felt sure that when he saw the damage done to my thighs, he would cancel the rest of the sentence. Stupid? Yes, of course it was stupid, but you reach for any straw of hope in that situation. It just did not seem possible that more pain could be visited on such already tenderised flesh. He arrived, "Christ! What a stink" he exclaimed. The corporal explained that I had shit myself with the first blow. "Ha!" he said "just like that Swedish hitch-hiker we picked up when we were stationed in Osnabruck, remember? That's the only other time it has happened. Hmm, interesting. I guess you could say he was shit scared, eh corporal?" The minion dutifully laughed at this 'joke' but agreed that the young Swede had indeed been shaking with terror just at the sight of the cane. They agreed it was a good thing that the mattress had been removed from under me so that there was not too much harm done. The footsteps paced round the bed while he studied his victim. There was the flash and buzz of the camera again. "You seem to have done a sound job here, corporal." he said. "Thankyou, Sir" replied the corporal, obviously pleased to be praised. Photographing continued from every angle. I felt that my splayed and beaten nakedness was being recorded for later study and enjoyment. Perhaps shown to friends, to be pored over and commented on with lewd sniggers. Then his hands explored the beaten flesh with obvious pleasure. "Yes," he murmered, "the skin hot and hardened, - lumpy, - rocky, - swollen. Yes, a good start, corporal. Well tenderised meat, ready for the cane" My heart sank. The cane! The sadistic bastard was going to go through with it. All of it, with no quarter shown, God help me. "No, not that one, corporal," he said "we'll go for Upper School, not Lower School. I want to lay down some really deep bruising. The tawse bruising will peak in a couple of days and then fade in a week. By then the deeper bruising from the heavy cane will be starting to blossom on the surface to give continuity. And it should still be visible for two or three weeks after that, so the bugger will have a continuous reminder that my slaves are for my exclusive use. OK corporal, six of the best on each leg, as hard as you like." This time he stayed to watch. And to photograph. Even as I threshed and howled and struggled under the remorseless blows, I was still aware of the rapid flashes and sound the of quick-sequence filming - the cane raised - the blur of the downward strike - the moment of impact into the flesh - the twist of the stricken body in its bonds - the striped weals on the beaten flesh. Every moment of pain lovingly recorded in detail. Sick! When the corporal was done, his master thanked him and dismissed him. "I'll carry on from here" he said. I lay there, panting, exhausted and drenched in sweat as the corporal descended, leaving us alone. What nastiness did he have in mind that he did not want his servant to see, for God's sake? "You sweat like a pig" he said. It was true - and a long time source of embarrassment to me. In summer I always wore a tee shirt under my shirt to soak up the sweat, otherwise my shirt hung like a wet rag, dark with sweat, which people found distasteful. "Sorry, sir" I apologised. "No, no" he said, "don't worry, I like it. I like the look of young bodies shining with sweat. I like the feel of wet flesh." and he slipped his hands over me. "I even like the smell of it - and the salt taste!" With that he lowered his head and began to lick my chest while his hands continued to maul. I was shocked. Oh, I had often licked the bodies of dominant males of course. But that was expected of a slave, after all. It is one of those things slaves do. But for a master to lick his slave's body was something new to me - new and shocking. Worse still was the way he did it. He sucked and slurped and slobbered, greedily hoovering up my sweat. When a slave licks a master his first aim is to give pleasure, but as before, this man was only concerned to take pleasure. The dirty bastard was feeding off me! No wonder he didn't want the corporal to see. He even unbuckled the broad strap across my chest and licked the sweat off the inside of that. "Sweat pig" he said, "that's a better name for you than Fuck Face. That's what you'll be called in future. But that's no reason why a Sweat Pig can't have his face fucked too!" And with that he moved round to the end of the bed where my head hung and fitted his cock into my mouth while continuing to strip the sweat off me with his tongue. This whole disgusting sweat business clearly turned him on. He worked his cock slowly round and round in my mouth while rotating his belly on my wet chest and licking my thighs. He was an animal! Suddenly he pulled away from me. "Yes, well, there's unfinished work to do here." he said,exploring my thighs with his hands. "Please, Sir" I whispered, "I can't take any more." "Oh?" he said " and what do you plan to do about it?" There was no answer to that because there was nothing I could do about it. Even with the chest strap removed, I was still completely helpless and he could do whatever he damned well liked with me. The feeling of utter helplessness overpowered me. I remembered the brutal lesson I had learned last night in the bathroom - what do you do when the pain is unbearable but cannot be escaped? You bear the unbearable, that's what. In a voice of quiet reason, he patiently explained that after the brutality of the tawse and the heavy cane, a different approach was called for with the final six cuts. "Something clean and stinging and sharp and pure" he called it. This turned out to be a length of simple, two-core lighting flex doubled into a loop. Compared to what I'd been through, this didn't sound too drastic. Christ! How wrong I was. The vicious hornet sting of it ripped me apart. Such a searing, sharp, scalding pain! I screamed threats and obscenities at him and he lashed me. I sobbed and howled and begged for mercy and he lashed me. I promised obedience and total servitude and he lashed me. And he kept on lashing at my poor, bruised thighs with pitiless regularity until all twelve cuts were delivered and the punishment was finally complete. "Now that," he said "should be a lesson you'll not forget in a hurry, that you don't offer your thighs to other men - nor any other part of your body. You are mine, Sweat Pig, all of you. Understood?" I assured him that yes, I had got that message! With that he set about untying me, finally pulling me to my feet. I heard the mattress dumped back onto the bed frame and the squeak of the springs as he sat on it. " Get my boots off" he ordered. I knelt and groped for his leg, pulling his foot up onto my chest and struggling to pull the boot off. "Not like that, you fool" he snapped, "get the boot between your legs, with your back to me." I did as bidden and gripped the foot and heel, trying to push it off rather than pull it. He planted his other boot on my arse and helped by thrusting against me. Suddenly it came free and I pitched forward onto my knees. "Now the other one." and the exercise was repeated only this time with his bare foot pushing on my bare arse. Again the bed springs sang as he got up, "Get my britches off." Kneeling at his feet, I unbuckled his belt, un-zipped his fly and eased his britches down, noticing with slight surprise as I did so that he was wearing under shorts. Should I remove these too? Tentatively I raised my hands to the waist band. "Not with your hands" he ordered. This man missed no opportunity to twist the knife of humiliation! I pushed my face into his warm belly and got my teeth into the waist band. Any one who has never done it might imagine it is fairly easy to strip a pair of briefs off a man with your teeth only. Actually, it is surprisingly difficult, requiring dedicated application and diligent work. I remember my own surprise at that discovery the first time I had to do it, on the orders of a Belgian miner in a hotel room in London. Now as then, my master stood patiently while I laboured between his legs - and why should he not be patient, for it is no hardship to stand there while a naked slave works to undress you with his teeth! Once I had got the elasticated waist band down over his hips, which is the difficult bit, I let go with my teeth, preferring to complete the exercise by pushing my face into the crotch pouch and lowering my face to the ground between his feet, savouring the warm, fragrant man-smell of him, and holding the garment there while he stepped out of it. The bed springs spoke again of him sitting, then lying on the mattress and I could imagine him sprawled there naked. How I wished I could see him! "Now," he announced, "it is time for you to do a bit of tongue-bathing. Start at my forehead and work all the way down to one foot, then cross to the other and work your way up to my crotch, finishing with my cock. Slowly, mind. Slow and thorough." "Yes Sir" I said and knelt at the side of the bed to do his bidding.

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Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 14:56:37 -0700 (PDT) From: hugh questorius Subject: The Humiliator 21 Chapter Twentyone PUB SCENE 1. He didn't wait while I dressed, but went out into the courtyard, leaving the door open. I yanked on my jeans and ran behind him to my car, still struggling into my T shirt. (No wonder he insisted always on minimal clothing!) He went round to the passenger side so I got into the driving seat, only to notice that he was still standing by the car. Realizing my mistake, I quickly got out, ran round and held the door open for him, saying "Sorry sir". He said nothing. There was no need. But I felt that if I were stupid enough to make the same mistake again, it would not be allowed to pass uncorrected . . . I got back into the driving seat, feeling like a chauffeur in my own car, and asked him if it was OK to leave the scullery door un-locked. He nodded towards the lit window over the stable archway and said that the corporal would see things OK. So, that's where the Corporal lived! I wondered if he would put in an appearance on this visit as it would be interesting to see the man who had flogged my thighs so savagely on my first one. In the glare of my headlights I noticed the stable clock showing ten to ten. At the end of the driveway he told me to turn left. Could we be going to the pub I'd been to earlier? And if so, might that cause him any embarrassment? Obviously he would be well known in the district, not only as the owner of "The Big House" but as such an unmistakably imposing figure who would stand out in any crowd. We drove past the pub in the village and up over the dark moors for about 15 miles. He told me to stop at the pub ahead, and there it was, all lit like a ship at sea in the darkness. It felt very remote but the car park was nearly full. I got out, ran round and opened the door for him. As we headed for the pub, he handed me a fiver saying to get him a pint and to buy a drink for myself. Worried lest he might have forgotten, I gestured towards my slave collar and asked was it all right to go in wearing it. I thought he might not wish to be seen associating with an obvious pervert, but he said "Why? You ashamed of being my fuck-boy?" I assured him of the contrary, for indeed, it gave me a real buzz to be seen in public with the symbol of my shame clearly displayed above the low neck of my T shirt. Inside, the place was packed. I fought my way to the bar, noticing that he had managed to find a table. No one seemed to take the slightest notice of my spiked collar. I got the drinks and set them on the table with his change. He nodded at the stool opposite him. I grinned and said it was more comfortable to stand, if he didn't mind. He snapped "Sit!" in what seemed a loud command. I glanced round nervously and sat quickly. He tossed a coin onto the table and told me to get a packet of peanuts. By the time I got to the bar, eventually got served and struggled back through the throng, he was draining his glass. He held it out to me, wordlessly, with more money, (though only enough for one pint this time!) so it was back to the bar yet again. How skillfully he could humiliate, without even saying a word! At last I got back to my stool and was able to take a first swig of beer. God, but it was good. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and said "I needed that". I had half drained the pint at one go and was about to take a second gulp when he told me to keep it. No reason given of course and naturally I didn't ask. Eventually he finished his drink and put his glass down. "I'm going for a piss" he said, "you come too - and bring your drink". I followed him into the gents. He took my glass from me as we entered. I thought "The dirty sod's going to piss in my beer!" There was another chap at the stalls. We stood alongside him and the Brig put my glass on the tiled shelf above the urinal while he pretended to piss. As soon as the other bloke left, the Brig poured my beer into the urinal gutter and pissed in the glass, more than half filling it. He passed it back to me without a word. I assumed I was supposed to drink it, but before I could do anything, he zipped up and was off again, saying "Come". So I trotted behind him, back to the bar, clutching his piss in my glass. I could feel the warmth of it. Oh God! Our table was occupied so we squeezed through to the bar. He ordered another. Just one. When it came, I expected him to raise his glass in a mock toast, forcing me to join him. But he didn't. He ignored me completely and started drinking as if he were on his own. If he had said "Drink up" I would have done so. Or even with a raised glass and a silent "Cheers" I would have done so. Just a look and a nod to say 'do it' would have been enough. But nothing. It was if I didn't even exist. Did he really expect me to drink his warm piss, here, in public, just off my own bat? Without being ordered to do it? Without being made to do it? Without being helped to do it? I mean, come on! To be forced to drink his piss in this crowded, public place would be an appalling humiliation. But to have to get on and drink it voluntarily was asking too much. That would be - what? Well, even more humiliating! Ah yes. Exactly. After all, he was The Humiliator. I gave a mental shrug of acceptance, raised the glass and drank. I would like to report that I downed it in one. I wanted to. But it was too much even for me to take, in cold blood. But I did drain it, right to the last drop on the second swig and slammed the glass down on the bar. Ostentatiously so, though he gave no sign of having noticed. Instead he turned to me and said, in the most casual, conversational tone "When we get back I want you to go straight up to the punishment room for your beating." I glanced around in alarm. Surely the blokes standing virtually shoulder to shoulder with us must have heard? But they seemed engrossed in their own conversations in the noisy hubbub. My next thought was 'Why?' It seemed so bloody unfair. I had just performed an act of searing self-abasement and instead of approval, all he was concerned about was punishing me. I heard myself wailing "But you've already beaten me!" and I despised myself for the whine in my voice. "I told you" he said, "that was training, not punishment" "Training for what?" I snapped. He turned his blue-grey eyes on me and gave me the look I came to think of as the Ice Blaze. Certainly, it froze my guts, as he replied very quietly, "Training . . . for taking punishment" The hideous logic of that contemptuous reply left me stunned. I considered for a moment and then said, keeping my voice as level and quiet as I could, "I don't think I can take any more, sir." He gave a thin smile that was even more chilling than the Ice Blaze. "What you think doesn't count" he murmured, and I knew there was to be no escape. He finished his beer, got up and left without a word or sign. Like an obedient dog I trotted after him, out to the car park. This time I made sure to unlock and open his door first. I was in enough trouble as it was. We drove back in silence. I was thinking of the ordeal ahead of me, and perhaps he was too, only with relish, compared to my mounting panic. I thought that if, when I dropped him at the Manor, I drove off quickly and left him, there'd be nothing he could do. Except of course that he would sit there till I opened the door for him, so I'd have to get out first. And anyway there would be something he could do: he could dismiss me and forbid me to contact him ever again. And that was a punishment I was not prepared to accept. I had no choice but to face whatever he planned for me, up in the punishment room. And I swung the car into the courtyard. Pausing only to strip in the scullery while he went on into the house, I made my way, naked, up to the punishment room in the attic. I had been here before of course, but blindfolded. The space under the eaves was much bigger than I expected, being the full length of the house but divided into three bays by massive wooden tie beams about five feet above the floor. The only light came from two skylights through which the moon shone, one this end, the other way down at the far end, giving the big, gloomy space a sinister, ghostly glow, plus the light shining in from the bare bulb over the stairs. There was the iron bedstead, to the bare spring mesh of which I had been so cruelly tied on my previous visit, but now covered with a thin mattress and pillow. Even in this dim light it was evident that the bare ticking cover of mattress and lumpy pillow were filthy and repulsively stained. I was also aware of trunks and packing cases, rolls of carpet and other detritus stored in corners, but what really grabbed my eye was a section of wall lit by the light over the stairs shining through the doorway. With plainly deliberate intent, a long wooden rail was screwed to the wall at shoulder height where it would be theatrically illumined in the gloom. Nails were hammered into the rail at frequent intervals and from them hung a truly awesome array of equipment. There were assorted canes and straps and cords and whips. There were manacles and chains and spiked collars and puzzlingly complex harnesses with heavy buckles and metal rivets. Leather masks and hoods, some with zippered mouths, hung alongside dildoes and tawses and fearsome studded paddles. I recognised the filthy jock strap I'd been made to wear on my first visit, and beside it hung an equally filthy singlet that looked as if it had been worn by a garage mechanic with no notion of personal hygiene. I saw that holes had been ripped in it where the nipples would be. I sniffed it. It stank of diesel and stale piss and muck sweat and I thought of some loutish mechanic, helpless and writhing in pain while unspeakable things were done to his tits. I wished I could have been there to have watched him suffer! Here too were the pegs and clips and clamps to use on him, all paired with string and hung in a tangle from one nail. I fingered them in horrified fascination, wondering which would have been used on the singleted victim, as I tested the strength of the bite of each. And dear God, here was a pair of crocodile clips with jagged metal jaws. I tried one on my finger tip. Yeow! Surely this was for show, only? Unthinkable that such a vicious thing could be applied to a nipple, surely? As I fingered the implements of leather, cane, rope and the cold metal of chains, a strange panic started to grow inside me, alongside the sick fascination. This grim attic was dedicated to torture and suffering. It stank of perversion and cruelty. And I was trapped here. My legs began to shake compulsively and I could not control them. My chest felt tight so that it was hard to breathe. Soon, the shaking of my legs spread to my whole body as a full-blown panic attack gripped me, such as I had never experienced in my life before. I could hear the sound of his boots on the oak staircase. He was coming! Dear God help me. I backed away into the shadows, retreating from the approaching footsteps. He reached the landing below and his boots sounded on the polished boards, going suddenly silent as he crossed one of the scattered rugs, then he started up the servants' stairs to the attic, nearer . . . nearer. As I backed further into the shadows, the slope of the roof bent my neck, then my back, then my legs till finally I was crouched right into the angle, trying to make myself invisibly small, whimpering and shaking uncontrollably among the tea chests and cabin trunks and a broken carpet beater. His shadow from the landing light rose up the wall, huge and sinister, encompassing the rail of torture implements. Then he was there, silhouetted in the doorway, his massive frame filling the opening, a nightmare image of power and terror as I stuffed my knuckles into my mouth to try and stifle my stupid whimpering so that he should not know where I was hiding. Dear God, let him not find me. Please. Please . . .

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Date: Sat, 05 Oct 2002 11:13:17 -0500 From: Ralph x Subject: JJ Chapter 5 Kevin looked up to see his brother standing in front of him with a smile on his face and started to protest and all. Josh didn't say anything but started to take off his cloths, and put his hard cock into his brother's Kevin's mouth. Kevin's cock got hard again in my mouth but I decided at this point that I wanted to fuck his ass. So I move my head around to begin to tongue his boy pussy and prepare him for my cock. Josh still didn't realize it was I beneath his brother till I wriggled my way out from him in order to fuck his ass. When Josh seen me he smiled and blow me a kiss, I walked over to him and we began to kiss. He was a great kisser just like his brother who continued to suck his cock. I got behind Kevin and slowly started to insert my hard cock into his ass and leaned over so Josh and I could start kissing again, all the while Kevin was still sucking on his dick. I was close to cumming and who won't be, the two brothers were so hot and I was in love with both of them. Here I was kissing one and butt fucking his younger brother. I once again could feel the cum begin to shoot from my throbbing cock in Kevin's tight boy pussy. Four large loads of fresh cum. Josh also began to shoot his load into his brother mouth but in his case it was seven loads of cum into Kevin's mouth and he tried to swallow all but couldn't and began to cough. If I hadn't just cum in Kevin's ass the coughing would have driven me over the edge. His muscles wrapped around my softening cock and it again became hard. The three of us laid on the bed while Kevin began to jack his own cock, I guess we made him so horny that he needed some relief. Josh and I looked at each other and said it wasn't fair that he was jacking his own cock and we both began to service his tool. The boy had thought he died and went to heaven when the two of us started to kissing and suck on his cock and balls. We would lick his cock with our tongues and at the same time be licking each other tongues. This was so hot that we also got hard again. Kevin started cumming as Josh and I went to work on his hard cock. We were fighting for his cum with our tongues. But I knew he would shoot enough for the both of us. At only fourteen I wonder how much cum be would be producing when he was sixteen like Josh. I do believe that Josh produced more cum than Kevin but Kevin was two years younger. The three of us laid in Kevin's bed trying to sort out what had happened that evening after the big homecoming game. Josh said he got home early cause he knew that I was going to spend the night so he left his friends with an excuse of having a headache, hoping that he and I could get together after Kevin had gone to sleep. Little did he expect that Kevin and I would be having sex when he got home? Now he told Kevin that this was going to continue every night. Which I think made Kevin happy. I went on to explain to Josh that Kevin really like to be fuck in the ass and I would like to witness the first time Josh put his big cock up Kevin's ass. "Not to worry he had plans to fuck both out assess tonight" With that both Kevin and I started to work on Josh`s cock to get it wet and hard. It didn't take very long cause like most teenage boys their recovery time was quick. I knew from my brother that they could go four or more times in a single night and Josh so far had only cum once. I could feel his hand begin to play with my ass and I assumed that he planed on fucking me first. I didn't expect him to ream me out with his tongue or anything but I did feel his finger slowly slip into my hole as he tried to open me up for his large cock. First one then two now three fingers were in my ass and I wanted his cock up there instead. I stopped sucking on his cock and told him I wanted him to fuck my ass. He got off the bed while I started sucking on Kevin's hard cock and he twisted around to suck on mine. My god here I was 69'ing with Kevin while Josh was going to fuck my ass. He took his time as he slowly began to slide his hard cock into my ass, I was moaning with pleasure and told him to fuck me hard. Kevin continued to suck my cock as his brother fucked my ass, and I sucked on Kevin's cock. Wow what a hot scene this must have been if anyone came into the room. Thank goodness no one did cause they would have seen three boys in the heat of passion. I was the first one to start to cum and I started shooting the first of my four loads in Kevin's mouth. Josh started coming when my ass muscles began to wrap tightly around his cock. Just as in the past he began shoot seven full loads of cum up my ass, I could feel it running out of my ass. It continue down my legs, no matter how many times I had sex with these two I will forever be amazed at the amount of cum they produced, Just as I was thinking that Kevin began shoot his seven loads in my mouth. What a midnights snack that was, much more than a snack, more like a meal. The three of us collapsed onto the bed, all three of us were panting and need to rest a little before round three, when Kevin's asked Josh if he was going fuck his ass tonight. Josh said that he planned to but he needed a couple of minutes to rest. Kevin leaned over a began to kiss Josh right on his lips. I could tell that he was slipping his tongue into Josh's mouth Josh's cock once again I could see was getting hard so even though it had just been up my ass I started to suck on his cock. It was no different than when my brothers fucked my ass and afterwards I sucked them off. This was better cause his cum was better tasting than my brothers. He became rock hard again in my mouth and I could see he was playing with Kevin's pucker hole. I though that I would help them alone and start to lick and ream out Kevin's hole. The boy cried out in pleasure and started to beg Josh to fuck his ass with his large cock. He told him that he needs a large cock like his up his ass now. That he wanted to be fuck hard and long by Josh. Josh had Kevin lay on his back and lift his legs up in the air, he said he want to see Kevin's face as he fucked his ass. Kevin at this point didn't care; all he wanted was Josh cock up his ass. I don't know if Josh was teasing him but he took his time sticking his cock into his brother. Kevin keep telling him to push it all the way in deep but Josh took his time driving all 6 plus inches deep into his brother. As he began to pump his cock into his brother Kevin couldn't hold back anymore and started shooting his cum over Josh's chest and his own stomach. I reached in between then with my fingers so I could get to Kevin's cum, why waste a good meal. Josh just smiled at Kevin, and me but continue to pump his cock into Kevin's ass. An idea came to me so I thought I would get it a try and see what happens. I moved around so that I could see Josh's cock pumping into Kevin's boy pussy and started licking the area of contact. The both of them cried out in pleasure and I knew that I had found another way to give them pleasure. It didn't take long for Josh to start cumming in Kevin's ass and I hungrily eat the cum that was running out from his hole This was the third time that Josh had cum that night and he still produced a load of cum that was unequal to none. As we laid on the bed Josh asked us if we liked having our ass's fucked. Kevin and I both reply that we did, and he seemed to be happy with himself. Then he asked if we could get hard again and fuck his ass, he wanted to know how it felt. Both Kevin and I had already cum four times that night but we both wanted to try fucking his ass. We asked who he wanted to fuck his ass and he said both of us but not at the same time. I started to ream his ass with my tongue to get him ready for my cock. Now remember that my cock was a few inches smaller than his but still decent size for a fourteen-year-old. As I was reaming Josh's ass Kevin started to suck on my soft cock which responded to his gentle touch of his lips. Kevin seemed to know exactly how to get me rock hard. He not only sucked on my cock but also played with my nuts at the same time. In no time at all I was rock hard again and ready to fuck Josh's ass. I asked Josh how he wanted it, on his knees or on this back. He wanted to lay on his back with his feet up in the air so he could kiss me while I fucked his ass for the first time. I raised his legs high in the air while Kevin spread his cheeks and line up my cock with his brother's boy pussy hole. I entered him much the same way I took Kevin's cheery yesterday. Very slowly, I leaned over and also began to kiss him and put my tongue in his mouth. I could tell that I was causing him a little pain so I stopped to get him used to my cock up his hole. Once his hole got used to my cock in it I started push more of my cock up his ass till my balls rested on his butt. I stopped again so he could get used to my hard cock up his ass when he said that I should start to fuck him, hard. He wanted to feel my cock sliding into his ass. So I slowly started sliding my cock into and out of his ass, the feeling that I was experiences was great I now knew that I liked being a top more than a bottom but I could handle either and still get enjoyment. At my age I really did think that it meant that I was bisexual. Kevin moved around behind me and started to play with my nuts, never did I expect him to start kissing my ass and licking around my hole. I now knew how Josh and Kevin felt like when I tongue around their holes. It was driving me over the edge. When he stuck his tongue into my hole I started shooting my cum into Josh's tight hole and he began coming with no one touching his cock. His first shot landed on his own lips which he lick off and smiled at the taste the remaining six loads fell on his chest which I had plans to lick off later. I thanked Kevin and pulled my limp cock out of Josh's ass. Kevin took my place and started to fuck his brother while I was licking the Josh's cum off his chest. All Josh could do was moan; He was one happy fuck boy being fucked by his younger brother. I knew that from now on I would have to share the brothers with each other, they did seem to enjoy sex with each other as much as with me. The three of us fall asleep in Kevin's bed exhausted for all the sex. If you like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome.

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Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2024 03:57:43 -0500 From: dmitriy spring Subject: My Domineering Younger Brother Ch.03 Do not forget to help out Nifty for their amazing and tireless work on archiving and making available these wonderful stories that would otherwise be unavailable for most of us to read. You can donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ My brother and I got along well. There were times when he enjoyed flexing his power over me, degrading me and dominating me, treating my property like trash and taking money from me; but there were also a lot of great times in the weeks following what happened in the last chapter. My brother and I understood each other. I let him show his superiority over me and he loved it. But he also was nice to me at times. He would tell me he loved me and that I was a good brother. He taught me how to play football and how to work out. He laughed about how muscular I was getting, saying if I got any stronger he wouldn't be able to dominate me anymore since we'd me on the same level and rules are rules. Secretly this is what I was working towards, despite the fact that I felt a perverse pleasure in being dominated by him. I was torn between the two. One day when he was being nice to me he asked if I wanted to go out to the lake with him so he could teach me how to swim well. I could swim already, but I wasn't great at it. When we got there we hopped out of the car and went to the changing stalls to get in our bathing suits. I was always filled with admiration when I saw my brother shirtless. He was incredibly strong, very muscular, and I loved the way he always let his pants (or in his case bathing suit) ride low, put on as far down as possible so that they showed a peek of the thick pubic that rested above his, what I knew to be, astronomically sized cock. I had never seen it hard (me is my brother after all) but clocking in at over 7 inches soft it was never in doubt how massive his monster must be erect. Looking at the way his short honey blonde hair shone in the sunlight as it refracted in his hazel eyes, I smiled. "What are you smiling at?" he asked. "I don't know." I lied, picking up my towel. "I'm sure you don't." he said sarcastically. He picked up his towel and we went down to the lake. Henry taught me how to dive that day. It was pretty fun, although exhausting. After we finished we sat down on the river bank, pine needles sticking to our legs. "Wanna see something cool?" My brother grinned at me. I said I did, and he stood up, flopped his cock right out of his bathing suit in front of everyone, and started pissing into the lake. He made his piss go further than I've ever seen anyone piss before, in a massive arc that almost went halfway across the lake. It was magnificent. Quite frankly I was in awe. But not everyone felt the same way, in fact a guy sitting with his girl nearby stormed over, yelling, "Hey buddy, what the fuck do you think you're doing? People swim here you know!" My brother smirked at me, and turned to face the guy, urinating straight in his face. At first in shock, the guy did nothing. Then, he ran at Henry, and started to punch at him. Of course, it took two seconds flat for my little brother to lay the guy out cold. He put one foot on top of the guy and flexed, turning to face the man's girlfriend with his cock still flopped out of his swimmies. The girl could do nothing but stare, her jaw literally dropped open. My brother walked straight over to her, and swinging his cock around like a helicopter, said "Looks like I'm the victor, that means I get the girl, right?" Needless to say they were soon fucking hard and fast, right on the picnic table. Most people left, a few girls watched and fingered themselves, one guy seemed riveted to the spot in awe. I wanted to tell everyone he was my brother, I was so proud of him. It was the first time I'd seen my brother in action and man, was it a sight! He went fast and slow, fast and slow, impaling the girl on his pole like she was meat on his mighty (and girthy) shishkabob. He pulled her hair, slapped her, called her a worthless whore, spit in her face. They did every position you could think of and then same. And finally, after about an hour and a half, he came inside her with his foot on her head. When he was done, he spat in her face and told her to be sure to get a plan b unless she wanted to raise his kid with the man who was now furiously masturbating to his chick getting railed and abused by my incredible brother. My brother walked over to him and told him he was garbage, pissed on his face again, and then kicked him until he was crying. As we left, I walked over to the guy lying in the dirt and said proudly, "That's my brother!" Henry and I high fived and left. As we were in the car driving home in the dark I just couldn't stop talking about what had happened, excitedly going over the events again and again, overflowing with praise for him. In my eyes, he was a god. "Calm down big bro, this honestly happens pretty often, it's nothing special." He laughed. I could tell, though, that he really liked the praise. So i kept lavishing it upon him, heaping him with praise on the way he had beat the guy up, his godly sex performance, even the way he had pissed so far. But when I got to the size of his dick, I stopped. "Go on." He said, eagerly. "Well..." I replied, "I didn't actually see it hard. I saw it soft but I couldn't exactly see it while it was ramming that slut's pussy." "You've never seen my dick hard??" My brother asked, incredulously. I had to admit that I hadn't. "Oh, wow. Well... I wouldn't normally do this since I'm not gay, but I really want you to finish talking about my greatness. So why don't you unzip my pants and take it out?" I was pretty stunned, but I almost always obeyed my brother. Besides that, I wanted to see my brother's dick very badly, and had been waiting for a long time. So I reached over and, while he continued to drive, grabbed ont the metal zipper with my fingers and pulled it down. The sound cut through the tension in the air. "Well, go on. Pull it out." I reached my fingers into his pants and then inside of his underwear. I could feel his warm dick in my hand. It felt hot and heavy, and I loved the feeling. I pulled his big member out of his underwear and flopped it onto his jeans. It made a thick thump as it fell. I stopped, mesmerized. "Well?" He asked. "It's incredible." I murmured. And it was. It was thick and veiny, and the head was round and large, it looked like a mushroom with an oversized stem. It was just fat, big, and hot. I was instantly rock hard at the sight of my brother's Johnson. "No, i mean get it hard. You haven't seen shit yet." He chuckled. I imagined it couldn't get much larger without defying the laws of physics, meaning it was probably a shower, not a grower. But I started to pull on my brother's dick, and it slowly started to thicken up. "Can I spit in my hand?" I asked. "Hold out your hand." I obeyed. Henry drooled right into my hand. I thought he just looked so cute with drool running out of his mouth and was a little transfixed by my brother's long, thick lashes, his blonde facial hair, that he kept well trimmed, and his cute little spit covered lips. I started to jerk him off with his saliva and he continued to become erect. With every passing centimeter I became more and more amazed. When we began to go past 9 inches I started to wonder if I was in a dream. I looked up at his handsome face to see his cheeks turning red while he started breathing heavy. "You are so cute. You are SO cute." I told him, my tone hushed, and full of heartfelt emotion. "You're beautiful." Henry looked up at me sharply, his brows raised. "Wow," he said, "I know I told you to praise me, but... you really mean that, don't you?" He looked at me tenderly. I blushed deeply. "Sorry." I said, unconsciously reaching my hand into my own pants. It was half his dick and half the situation. "You really mean that." He stated. "Actually it's kind of cute. Now, I know I'm already bigger than most guys if they doubled their size, but you can't evaluate my size in order to praise me until I get all the way hard. And I can't do that with just a hand job, as skilled as you are. So I'm gonna need to to suck me off bro." "While you drive?" "Yep, road head. All the cool fags are doing it." I was hesitant, fearing we'd get into a crash, but I did what he asked nonetheless and bent over and put his big helmet into my mouth. It almost filled my entire mouth. I went deeper, but at nearly 10 inches and growing I couldn't get much of his dick in my mouth. Nonetheless I kept trying. My brother kept trying to get me go deeper, but it wasn't working. Finally, frustrated, he pulled over onto the side of the road. On my knees on the gravel, I was able to get his cock into my throat, which made things much easier. Henry went deeper with every thrust, disregarding my attempts to signal that I was on distress, as well as my puke. In fact, he wiped my puke onto his cock and my face. Then, he jammed all eleven inches down my throat, smashing my nose into his crotch. As his thick, long brown pubic hairs filled the inside of my nostrils I puked relentlessly. Henry gathered as much as he could and slicked it all over my face and into my hair, turning my black hair into a Mohawk. "There," he said, "now you're beautiful too." I started crying silently as he brutally skullfucked my throat with no regard for my comfort or for safety. The juxtaposition between how I saw him as beautiful and when he told me I was beautiful was jarring. I realized he was never going to like me the way I liked him. And it hurt. After 15 minutes of pure throat attack my brother dragged his vast organ from my throat and came on my face. And again. And again. And over and over again, it seemed like it would never stop. His thick, voluminou semen slapped into my face with the speed of bullets, stinging me and covering my entire face in a gargantuan load of my brother's virile batter. When he was done he looked down at my cum laden face and grinned. "Man, I really outdid myself. What a load! And on your face too, you should feel blessed. How many guys do think have ever had their face graced with my cargo?" He held out his finger and thumb in the shape of a big fat zero. "I wish I could make you go out in public wearing that." He said, and tucked his softening, yet still heroic, dong back into his jeans. I tried to get as much cum and puke off of my face as I could using my shirt and got back into the car. While we were driving home I continued to cry, silently. It wasn't until we were almost home and I sniffed several times that my brother noticed what was happening. "Hey bud, what's wrong?" He asked. I felt angry at him for using a word he knew would have me melting in his hands after the way he'd treated me. "Nothing." I insisted. "If you tell me I'll let you sit in my lap." I felt like he knew how much I liked him and still treated me like trash just because he could get away with it, and worse yet I felt like he was using me. I still refused. After we got home and I got out of the car, he walked over and hugged me. I was shocked. We hadn't hugged since we were little kids. Wrapped in his strong, warm embrace I started to cry again. He patted my back. "Are you gonna tell me, Kevin?" I nodded. We went in the house and he got us some beers and we both sat down together on the couch. After some prodding, I spilled. "I just feel like all you do is use me. Like you don't really care about me like I care about me. Like you don't even like me, really, I'm just someone you use for money or whatever. As a punching bag. Like I said you looked beautiful and you were so beautiful, I just love the way you look, it makes me feel so happy, and then when you called me beautiful.. when you called me that it was just..." I stopped my verbal barrage, beating myself up for spilling as much as I did, and hid my face in my hands. I felt my brother's big hand on my shoulders as he put his arm around me, half hugging me, and then leaving his arm around me as he sat back and started talking. "Look... I know I'm mean to you, Kevin. I shouldn't be. I've been trying to be less mean to you, I really have. I know you really look up to me even though I'm your younger brother. You've been working out and playing sports, trying to be like me. But you'll never be like me, and you have to accept that, okay? We are not equals, I will always be over you. I'm superior to you. And that's okay, that's just how the world works. Just because I dominate you doesn't mean I don't care about you. Dominating you is how I show I DO care about you. When you're down there on the ground with my piss all over you or puke on your face, that really is when you look beautiful to me. I'm not just saying that to be mean, you genuinely look beautiful like that." I got up and ran away, up the stairs and into my bedroom. Flinging myself onto my bed I started sobbing. My brother didn't come after me. Afer a while, I finished crying. I went and took a shower, and got into bed, ready to sleep. Before I fell asleep I heard a knock, and my door opened. Henry walked into my room and sat on my bed, on the opposite side. He smiled at me, but I didn't smile back. "Kevin," he said softly, "are you okay?" I nodded, looking down at the blanket covering my bed. It was blue with some sort of unnecessarily complex floral design. "Look," he continued, "I'm sorry okay. I think I understand why you were upset. I don't want to hurt you, okay. Do you want me to stop completely, try to treat you like I treat my friends?" I didn't answer. He rubbed my leg through the blanket with his hand. "Look Kevin, I understand that you like me. I mean, REALLY like me." I looked up at him, flabbergasted. "I- I don't... I mean, I..." I stammered, not quite getting anything resembling a coherent sentence out. "You do Kev, you like me. You might not realize that, but you like me. You always have, that's why you always do what I say, why you always give me money, clean up after me, put up with all the abuse I've thrown at you throughout the years. You'd never do it otherwise." I was genuinely shocked. I'd never thought about things that way before, but I had a feeling that my little brother was completely correct. He continued. "Yes, I took advantage of it. I always knew you liked me, and I used it to get what I wanted. I was homophobic for a long time, that's why I started treating you like dirt. But then I just got into the habit of it, even when I no longer was. I mean, you've seen the way I treat people dude. I'm just a brutal guy, that's just how I am. I love being stronger than other people, I love defeating them, I love forcing them to do what I want. I'm not a good person. Not to anyone, but I can be a good person to you. I mean, I've been trying. You are my brother after all." Me smiled at me, and I smiled back in response. "Look I'll try to be nicer to you, okay? I can't promise I'll be perfect, but I'll try." I nodded, and Henry hugged me. "Well, I'll let you sleep then. Goodnight bro." He whispered. He walked silently to the door and shut it as quietly as he could. However, immediately afterwards, I heard from the hall a massive fart and a frustrated "damn it." I smiled.

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Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2001 00:01:05 EDT From: Ivrys88@aol.com Subject: My Lover My Athlete (Revised) MY LOVER, MY ATHLETE by K. Nitsua. Revised version copyright 2001 by the author. It's late afternoon. The corridors of the campus swimming center are quiet. The crowds, the reporters, all of the media have finally left. My office is in a part of the building they don't get to see. I'm waiting there now, behind my desk. Around me, team photos and shelves of trophies line the walls. There will be another trophy added after today. My team has won the conference championship, as they were favored to and as I knew they would. I wore a suit for the meet and for the press conference afterward, but I left early and changed back into my usual practice uniform, white polo shirt, coach's shorts with jockstrap underneath, and sneakers. They didn't really want to talk to me anyway. They wanted to ask my star swimmer about the conference record he set in the hundred free. They wanted to grill him about Olympic possibilities. I'm sure my athlete handled it fine. He's polite, modest, respectful of his elders, a good kid. He was brought up well by his parents and I've made sure he's stayed that way. He's coming to see me for a private post-meet conference, which we never skip. The sports columnist in the local paper has talked in print about the "special rapport" we have. It's impossible to keep my feelings about him entirely hidden. The other team members have been surprisingly supportive of my athlete despite his rising star, partly because I stress teamwork and partly because he's a genuinely likable guy. He doesn't have an enemy in the world. He understands, though, that some things have to be kept discreet. There have been others whom I've taken aside and worked with intensively, others who have become special to me. But there's never been anyone quite like my athlete. As I think of him my breath quickens and my heart beats faster. I look at the clock on the wall. I know he'll be here at the time I gave him. He obeys me without fail. Yet, a irrational fear grips me that he might not come, that I'll be left waiting here, bereft, alone... There's a soft knock at the door. "Come in," I say, trying to keep audible relief out of my voice. The door opens. Even now, the first sight of him after any absence is overwhelming. He walks forward and stops in front of my desk, tall and poised. His blue and white nylon warms emphasize the long limbs that allow him to knife through the water so cleanly. Dark blond hair, still damp, is slicked back against his head. Blue eyes are set in a pleasant, open face. He brims with the virility of a twenty-year-old swimmer about to break into the world class. Right now, his face is anxious. "You wanted to see me, Coach?" I nod, my expression serious. This is part of the ritual. "Let's talk about your race, son." He smiles, forgetting himself for a moment, saying, "It was great, wasn't it? They loved me--" My voice crackles as I interrupt him. "I'm not interested in THEY. I want to know what YOU thought of your race, son. Your record-setting race," I add, with heavy sarcasm. He nods, abashed, steeling himself for the litany of self-criticism he knows he must give. He begins to speak softly. "Well, my start wasn't the greatest. Bit slow coming off the blocks." He waits, then continues more reluctantly. "I went out too fast. Trying to compensate. Might have faded in the last twenty-five, gotten caught." I incline my head in a slight nod, indicating my agreement with his analysis. "But you didn't. You held off the field. Do you know why?" He says, unwillingly, "It... must have been the new training program." Not letting him off the hook, I say, "Yes. The one you've been resisting, dragging your feet on all season. Are you saying that it worked?" He bows his head. His voice is barely audible. "Yes." Silence hangs between us. At last he says, hesitantly, "Coach--" He is beginning to shift his body weight slightly from side to side. The equipment must really be bothering him after the long day. "What is it, son?" He tries to keep the pleading out of his voice, without success. "Please, may I remove the equipment now, sir?" "You cannot remove it," I correct him, my voice steely. "Only I can do that." "Yes, sir." The expression on his face is abject. "Please...may I have the...the equipment removed now?" I torment him a little. "I don't know. I was thinking you might sleep with it tonight." "I...I don't think I can, sir." I raise my eyebrows mockingly. "Not man enough, eh?" His body is swaying, his discomfort visible. He drops his head and shakes it, ashamed. I sigh. "All right. You know what to do." Trying not to appear too eager, he pulls the zipper down on his warmup jacket, removes it and lets it drop to the floor. His skin is pale--swimmers, ironically, don't get much sun during the competitive season. His arms, hanging from wide shoulders, are formidable, the biceps bulging even when relaxed, the forearms roped with sinew and muscle. Even for a competitive swimmer his chest and abdomen are beautiful. The hairless pectorals are two symmetrical discs of flesh, topped with large, dark, and I know, very sensitive nipples. From the cleavage between them drops another cleft down to his navel. Horizontal ridges of muscle radiate out to either side. He undoes the drawstring on his nylon pants and with swift motions of his legs gets them off. He is still wearing the dark blue racing trunks underneath, and his powerful thighs strain against the tight leg openings. The Speedos hug his slim hips. There is a noticeable bulge in front and a faint stain on the otherwise dry fabric. The equipment has had the desired effect. Coming from behind the desk, I walk up very close to him and look into his eyes. "Let me." I hook my thumbs under the waist of his trunks and slowly draw them down his thighs. His cock springs free. It is surrounded by dark blond pubic hair--the only body hair I've let him keep today. Long and circumcised, it juts out above his smooth ball sack. I take a long look at what belongs to me and me alone, then shift my gaze to his face again. He is blushing, still embarrassed when I scrutinize his anatomy this way. His lips are unusually full and sensuous for a man. I want to kiss them, but not just yet. I kneel and lift each of his feet in turn, making him step out of the trunks. Naked, he turns and walks stiffly away from me. He bends forward at the waist, bracing his arms against the nearby wall, head down. I move behind him and lean forward until I can feel the heat from his body. I reach around and grasp his cock, stroking it to full erection. With my other hand I probe the crack between his cheeks. Even here the skin is smooth and hairless--I shaved it myself this morning. I find his asshole and the small loop of nylon cord that pokes out of it. I hook my index finger through the string. I grasp his cock and begin stroking him again, simultaneously beginning to pull on the loop at the end of the string, slowly but relentlessly. A low groan rises from his throat, turning into a cry as a round, hard object is suddenly ejected from his hole. I continue relentlessly despite his pained protests, keeping a firm grip both on the string and his cock. Globe after glistening black globe emerges from his anus. Finally the last ball comes out. His head sags and his body heaves with harsh gasps. I imagine the sensations he must be feeling as his bowels adjust to the sudden emptiness. I'm holding a string of five pleasure beads, each an inch and three-quarters in diameter. He swam his race and set the record with hard rubber thrust more than eight inches up his ass--punishment for having resisted my coaching. "Get up and turn around." He obeys. I shove the balls, slick with his secretions, at him. "Go in the bathroom and clean these up in the sink. Take care of yourself while you're at it. Oh, and get a towel and wipe up the mess here." "Yes, Coach." He comes back with the towel and cleans the floor, then disappears again. He is in the bathroom a long time. I stand, waiting for him. He's worn the balls at my command quite a few times now, but never for this long. I remember his shocked dismay when I showed him the string this morning, his useless pleas, his grunts and moans as I inserted them one by one, slowly and lovingly. My cock presses against the front of my shorts. I'll never tell him this, but I'm immensely relieved that he won. I admit I let my need to teach him a lesson get in the way of what was best for my athlete. Compelling him to wear the equipment today might have affected his performance. Instead, his brilliant victory has justified both the training and the punishment. I hear the toilet flush and water running. At last the door opens and he emerges, walking gingerly toward me, the string of balls, clean and dry, in one hand. He pauses before me, eyes downcast, and holds them out. I take them from his hand. "Good." He waits for further instructions. "Up on the table, son." He casts a quick glance upward and his face brightens, though he knows better than to let himself smile. He knows now that I've given him at least a passing grade on his performance today. He might also be hoping that the rubdown I'm about to give him will end the way it sometimes does. I suppress a smile. I haven't quite made up my mind whether or not to give that to him. Obediently he mounts the table and lies on his stomach, reaching underneath himself. He adjusts his cock so that it is pointing downward, the head poking out under his balls and accessible between his legs. Looking at him lying there, prone on the massage table, arms passively at his sides, I wonder which side of him is more beautiful. Does it seem absurd, that I might prefer the rear view to the front? Yet the back of his body is perfect. The triceps swell on his upper arms. His broad shoulders and his back, corded with muscle, taper down in a classic V-shape to his narrow waist and hips, below which his pale buttocks rise in gently swelling globes. Long, sturdy legs and large, flexible feet complete the picture. I move to the massage table. I take a look at the entire picture before I lay my hands on him. I pass my fingertips lightly over his entire body, beginning with the back of the neck, moving down his arms and back up, down his back, across the buttocks and down his legs, ending at his feet. Despite his efforts not to react, I feel him shiver, and hear him draw in his breath as I pass over the sensitive regions near the cleft between his cheeks, then just above the balls gathered between his legs. Breaking contact momentarily, I pick up the jar of massage cream on the counter nearby, take a handful and go to work. As I knead his muscles, occasionally taking some more cream, his breathing deepens and he seems to melt closer to the surface of the table. My trained hands press against the knots I find in his back, working them out. I want to get his body as relaxed and loose as possible after the hard race today. I won't tell him this, of course, but he deserves no less. After finishing on his upper body, I move down and begin anew from his feet up. I sit on the table and cradle each of his legs against my body while I work his feet, ankles and calves. I put his legs down and next concentrate my attentions on his thighs and butt. I begin gently to arouse him again, first getting very close to, then actually brushing the bottom of his ball sac as I knead his strong, thick thigh muscles. I make sure his balls and the head of his dick are coated with massage cream, keeping the strokes just light and short enough to send shocks of pleasure through him. He shifts his body as his cock swells underneath him. He would love to do something to relieve the pressure of his erection pointed the wrong way, but he knows he can't. Then, on to my favorite part. I massage his gluteal muscles, slowly and carefully, using all of the different strokes at my disposal. I finish by grasping his cheeks with both my hands, thumbs pointed inward, separating them as I move upward, applying pressure, exposing the small rosebud of his asshole in the shaved crack. I see the pucker twitch a bit, a sign of his continued arousal. I grasp his calves, bending both his legs upward and pushing them apart, stretching his front thigh muscles. His balls and the engorged, purple head of his trapped cock come into tantalizing view. A small wet spot is forming on the table underneath him. Letting go of one leg, I reach under his body and grab the slick head. He grunts. I stroke him, stopping before he goes over the edge. I hear another faint sound, a small moan of frustration and desire. I lay a hand on his back. "Why don't you turn over, son." He obeys with alacrity, his erect cock springing up, released from its prison. As he settles on his back, looking at me, his eyes questioning, I give him the answer he seeks. "Ready for the cuffs?" He draws in his breath sharply. "Yes, please...coach." "Good boy." I go to a drawer underneath the counter and take out two buckled straps of leather. Each has a length of stainless steel chain about two feet long attached, ending in a spring clip. As I bring them over he holds both his arms up and out, the hands relaxed and passive. I fasten the leather straps around each of his wrists and tighten the buckles. Positioning myself behind him, I take his arms and draw them back by the chains, toward the head of the table where two eyelets are screwed into the wood. I quickly fasten the spring clips to them. His arms are now pinioned on either side of his head, unable to protect him. The short chains don't allow him either to extend them fully or lower his elbows to the table--the discomfort is deliberate, of course. I look at my athlete lying naked on his back, arms chained, eyes closed. My cock takes another leap in my shorts. I'm not going to be able to restrain myself much longer. Still, I'm going to finish the massage. His arms are bent, so that I can work easily on his bulging biceps. I rub the fingers and palms of both of his useless hands. I find the edge of each of his superbly shaped pectorals and gradually work around and inward to his nipples. I brush each of them lightly , drawing more gasps--they are fully erect. An idea enters my head. Shall I subject him to an extra cruelty tonight? Yes, I decide, it's a special occasion. Standing by his side, alternating hands, I gently begin to rub the rippled rows of muscle on his abdomen. His cock, which had softened slightly, springs back to full erection, begging to be released. His breathing quickens as his mouth opens. His eyes seek mine again. I pull my shirt up and over my head, tossing it to the floor. His eyes drop to my hairy chest and stomach. He licks his dry lips. I unbutton the front of my shorts and let them drop. Now I am nude except for my jockstrap, the pouch damp and full. I pick up the nearby jar with my free hand. He does not take his eyes off me for an instant as I slowly move to the foot of the massage table to which he is shackled. Bending down and putting the jar on the floor for the moment, I straighten, reach forward, grasp his hips and pull him roughly toward me. His arms, still cuffed, fly up over his head as his butt reaches the lower edge of the table. He quickly raises his legs to avoid hitting me. Again, I pause to look at my captive, imprisoned arms stretched above his head, legs in the air, hard leaking cock pointing upward on his muscled abdomen. Bending down quickly once more, I grab a handful of cream. As I rise, I grasp his calves and put them on my shoulders, reaching between his legs into the cleft between his butt cheeks. I quickly find the hole and push a greased finger into it. His canal is still stretched and ready from the burden he has carried up there all day. I nudge his prostate and watch his eyes dance with pleasure. I withdraw, step back and, with the same hand, pull down the waistband of my jockstrap. Out of the corner of my eye I can see him raise his head to look at my thick, uncircumcised cock, poking from my dark pubic bush. The waistband presses my balls upward and outward. I peel back my foreskin before I apply the cream to both head and shaft. I skin the jockstrap down my legs and step out of it. We're both naked, captor and captive ready to join in the embrace of conquest. There's just one other thing. I walk to the desk and open the drawer. I rummage inside and find the alligator clamps, connected by a short chain. His eyes widen as he catches sight of what I am holding. Returning to the table, I bend over him and fasten one clamp to his left nipple, turning the screw, hearing him hiss with pain. I screw the other clamp to his right nipple in the same fashion, tightening this one until a wail of anguish issues from his throat. I watch, impassive, as he writhes and twists, his face contorted. I bend down again and tell him, "If you can't take it, I'll remove them. Just say the word." A long pause, broken only by his ragged breathing. At last, he slowly shakes his head from side to side. I nod approvingly. "Good." I rise and quickly move into position, placing my cock against his asshole and pushing my pelvis forward, breaking through and sliding in. He yells again, momentarily distracted by this new pain. He's used to the penetration, though, and the invasion will quickly become pleasurable. I go in deeper until my balls are pressed against his cheeks, steely hard in his bent position. I look into his eyes, darkened by the pain and pleasure I am simultaneously inflicting on him. I reach around his legs, resting on my shoulders, toward his chest. He cries out in terror, but instead of tightening the clamps as he had feared, I flick them gently, rapidly, back and forth. He gasps and moans, his head thrashing, driven close to insanity by the simultaneous knifing pain and tickles of pleasure from his nipples coursing through his body. His hands clench and unclench in their restraints. Leaving the clamps for the moment, I stand upright and withdraw slowly, looking down, watching as my shaft emerges from his hole. I pull back until I see the head of my cock start to emerge, then shove it forward again into him in one massive thrust. My athlete cries out again as my body slams into his. Holding his legs relentlessly apart, I repeat the motion, over and over, gradually increasing in speed. His head is raised off of the table, the pain from the clamps momentarily forgotten as he watches the assault intently. He can see my stomach muscles working as I fuck him. He'd be masturbating his own unsatisfied cock right now if it weren't for the restraints. You'll get your release, son--all in good time. After a while I feel the fire build up in me and I know I'm going to have to finish this, much as I'd like it to continue. I slow my motions, then let myself be still inside him for a moment. Then, I withdraw my cock and push on his thighs. He obeys, hiking his body back on the table, bending his elbows, until his head is at the edge and there's enough room for me to climb on. I mount the table, kneeling and ranging my body above his. Quickly I slide again into him and stretch full length on top, bending him almost double, his knees against his chest. I slip my right hand under his thigh and take hold of his cock, completely coated now with his slick precum. Simultaneously I resume thrusting and stroking his cock, watching his face intently as I take him to climax. His expression is frantic as the sensations flood his body--the friction of my ramming cock in the tender flesh of his hole, the deep, welling warmth from his prostate; the familiar pleasure of his cock being jacked; and the continued burning pain from his tortured nipples. He can't hold out for long. Short whimpers begin to emerge from his throat, becoming louder, turning into wordless cries, finally merging into one keening wail of combined agony and triumph. His cock comes to life, expelling hard spurts of warm, sticky fluid over my hand and onto his heaving chest and stomach. I release his cock and quickly grab his face, smearing the handful of spunk onto his eyes, nose, cheeks and lips. His tongue licks his seed from my palm. Seeing his features covered with his cum, feeling his asshole gripping my cock convulsively in the throes of orgasm, all this sends me over the edge. My eyes close involuntarily and I grit my teeth, hissing, "Fuck I'm cumming..." Then I explode in bursting release, my body slamming down in one last involuntary thrust as I empty myself into him. I hear hoarse shouts of triumph and realize it's my voice. Finally I open my eyes. He is looking up at me, the convulsions passing, his expression changing from ecstasy back to suffering. Now that he's cum, I need to release him in other ways. I pull out of him slowly, carefully. Still panting, I reach down and unscrew the clamps squeezing his nipples, first the left, then the right. He shrieks as the blood rushes back into the nubs of flesh. His eyes are suspiciously bright. In a moment I'll break him down completely. I reach up and undo the buckles on the leather cuffs, releasing his arms. He sighs and lowers them to his sides, waiting. I let him wonder for long moments what I'm going to do now. Just as the anxiety begins to mount in his face, I lean forward and down, taking his face in my hands and kissing him long and tenderly, tasting the cum on his lips. I release him and smile at him for the first time. "You swam a great race today, " I say. "You're a champion. I'm proud of you, son." I watch the tears well in his eyes as he hears the words of praise for which he has hungered so long. In a moment they spill over as his face crumbles and he begins to weep. I put my face down next to his. "Shh...it's all right." Abruptly his arms grip me in a fierce embrace. We lie there, glued together by his cum, our bodies rocking as they press urgently against one another. He is sobbing against my neck, the tears wetting my skin, wailing in total release. "Let it go, son. Let it all go." His voice emerges, watery, still full of hiccuping tears. "I-I... I did it for you, coach." I kiss him again, my own throat tightening. I run my hands through his hair, almost dry now. "I did it for you." "No," I tell him. "You did it for you, son." I hold him as he gradually quiets down. Time slips away unnoticed. Later, both of us showered, cleaned up and dressed in our best, we go out for a victory dinner with his parents. His parents are quiet, pleasant, well-mannered people. Toward the end of the evening his father raises a wineglass in a toast. "To you, coach," he says. "And to all that you've done for our boy." His mother nods in agreement. The three of them drink. I smile and say to the parents, "Thank you for entrusting me with your son." The mother speaks hesitantly. "I have to tell you, Coach, at the beginning, his father and I...we wondered about the...special arrangements. Taking him into your home, having him live with you." She brightens. "But it's worked out beautifully, hasn't it." I turn to my athlete. "Do you agree, son?" He sits, grave and handsome in coat and tie. Involuntarily I draw in my breath at the sight. He shakes his head and smiles. "Can't argue with a conference championship. And maybe the Olympics." He looks me in the eye and says, "These past two years have been fantastic. You've brought out the very best in me, Coach. I couldn't have done it without you." I nod and smile slightly in acknowledgment. Soon afterward, we say goodbye to his parents outside the restaurant and drive back to my home. As soon as we are inside the door, he clasps me in a long embrace. "Thank you," he says. "Thank _you_," I answer. We kiss. Now there is no thought of control or submission, just the warmth of our mutual respect and affection. Later, he lies asleep in our bed with one long arm thrown over my bare chest. I listen with rapt wonder and joy to his quiet breathing. I can't sleep because my heart is too full. From the moment you walked onto my team and into my life I was determined to possess you. I set out to make you mine in every way. I've succeeded, my lover, my athlete. But you've had the last laugh, because now I am yours too. I am yours. END

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Date: Sun, 17 Nov 2024 10:57:19 -0800 From: Frat Pledgemaster Subject: Pledgemaster 7 When I write these stories, I increasingly find myself referring to faggots not as "he" but "it." Apologies if I inconsistently switch between them. I'm not sure which I should use. "He" is technically correct, because the faggot is genetically male. "It" seems appropriate, because it emasculates the fag. But I find fem fags revolting, and I therefore only use masc fags, so maybe "he" is more appropriate since it shows my power as alpha male over inferior males. I take guys who are straight acting, masc, or even straight, and use my power such that they want my cock. They need my cock. I'm not making them service me, but they understand it is their duty --- It was spring break and the chapter house was basically empty. I was unable to go with the bros to Mexico. Long story short, we had a rule that the Sweetheart could not be a former or current gf of any guy in the chapter. Well, the rule didn't say i couldn't fuck her, so I railed her hard and ghosted her. She didn't like that. And if you've been in a fraternity you know that when you piss off one sorority girl, her whole sorority creates drama for everyone in your house. So to reduce the damage, I was told i wasn't going to Mexico. I was angry and I needed to blow my load. So I got a faggot to drain my heavy balls. He was short with a swimmers build and looked nervous when he arrived. I instantly knew I was going to destroy him. I practically dragged him by his hair to the chapter president's room. My plan for the week was to fuck a lot of bitches in his room and leave the used condoms everywhere. Unfortunately right now I was only throatfucking a fag... but there was a week left to pound plenty of pussy. Anyway. I forced him to his knees and put his face in my crotch. He was shaking in fear. "I own you, faggot. Rub my cock through my shorts. Feel it getting bigger and harder? Haha. It's gonna gag you and its gonna hurt. Pull my shorts down." He did and I slapped his pathetic face with my monster pole. "Suck it, fag. Now. Don't make me say it twice." He was still shaking, nervous. I made like I was going to hit him and he immediately had the tip of my meatstick in his mouth. It was instantly clear that he had no idea how to service a cock as big as mine. When i again looked like i would hit him, his fear seemed to change into determination. He even wrapped his arms around me and attempted to pull himself onto my dick. As was common with cocksuckers unfamiliar with my size, he couldn't even get halfway. "Maybe if you sat on the edge of the bed I could get a better angle," he said. I chuckled. My cock already had this fag dick-matized. He was practically in a trance, with only my big cock on his mind. He wanted it bad, and was determined to get it all. I sat down on the president's bed and was surprised how comfy it was. I laid down and relaxed while a cocksucker dedicated himself to pleasing my manhood. I thought to myself, this is how it is supposed to be. A faggot serving an Alpha male. The inferior training himself to please the Superior. I deserve this. I put my hand on his forehead and pushed him off my cock. Denying him my cock only made him want it more. I slapped his face. "Thank you, Sir." and he was instantly back to sucking my cock. It was like there was a tangible power emanating from my dick. I could feel it throbbing. It was directly communicating to this lesser being, telling the fag "This mans cock is the most important thing in the world." The fag's mouth and throat worshiped my meatpole in response to its power. The faggot knew he was worthless unless he was servicing me. My throbbing cock removed any other thought from his brain. I then held his head so just the tip of my cock was in its mouth. "Down, slowly, " I instructed. He, of course, complied. Still, he was only able to get halfway down my dick. "Up." And his lips, stretched tight around my thick cock, moved up until he was practically kissing my slit. He lapped up the precum drooling from my cock. I can leak a lot, and he felt the power from my cock telling him to get every drop. "Down." He slid down to the same location. "Deeper." He started to gag and I felt my cock forcefully enter his throat. He took another inch. "Deeper." He took almost another inch. He used all his willpower to overcome his reflexes and keep my cock in his throat. I felt the tip of my cock lodge in his epiglottis. I let him squirm and struggle for a while. Maybe a little too long. He puked a little. "Up." He instantly apologized. "God, I am soooo sorry. I love your cock." He started jerking my rod and cleaning up the small mess. "It's soooo fucking big. I want it all so bad but it hurts a lot. But then I hear your deep Alpha voice command me and I must obey. I have to obey. I must take more of your perfect cock, no matter what. I'm entirely meaningless if I don't follow your commands. You know what's right for me. Your giant dick belongs down my throat if you want it to. My throat must expand to make it happen, regardless of any consequences to me." Damn. That was a lot of verbal worship. I was now convinced the power i could feel from my cock was real. He slapped his face with my meaty dick and appeared surprised. "Fuck, it's just so massive. I want you to abuse me with it; show me how inferior I am to it. Make me abuse myself with it; show i will serve it. Fuck." He continued slowly stroking it while nodding his head up and down, to look at its majesty from one end to the other. I merely pointed at my cock and his faggot brain instantly naturally knew its duty to my dick. His lips stretched tight around it as it entered, and like a good cocksucker, he took it in. He struggled again (of course), and only made it to the depth he achieved before. Now he had most of it. But not all. He looked up at me, as he gagged, with tears forming in his eyes, practically begging me to command him. I waited a moment, laughing on the inside at how pathetic this fag was. "Deeper." He mustered the strength to take the last inch. Now he was clearly in distress and violently gagging. I held his head in place. "Stay. I like when your muscles spasm around my cock when you gag on it." Again I thought, this is how it is supposed to be. A faggot serving an Alpha male. I deserve this pleasure at his full expense. The feeling of his throat squeezing and massaging my manhood was incredible. Superior men get this worship. My cock felt a pulsating power. "Up." He pulled back, sharply inhaled, and started to thank me. "Sir, thank you for--" "Down." Everything from his mouth to past his epiglottis painfully stretched as my cock was forced inside once again. My dick head snapped past his epiglottis as he took my entire monster cock. Pure ecstasy for me; incredible torment for the fag. On a whim I slapped his face. Then again and again, harder and harder. Even punched his head. The cocksucker stayed put. The incredible power of my cock throbbed even harder. "Good, cocksucker. Up." And slowly it came up. "Thank you, Sir," he blurted out before taking several rapid and deep breaths. He held my cock in his hand at the base and swung it around, feeling its heft, its thickness. He smiled, drool dripping from his chin, and without even realizing, softly whispered "Wow." He put both hands on it, slowly moving them up and down and around. He wanted to feel every part, every inch, every vein of my giant cock. It looked like he was attempting to program every detail of my dick into his mind. "Down." His body was still far from able to readily take my meat, but he forced himself through the pain and the gagging, struggling to take my entire pole. I relaxed back on the bed. "Up... down." I started to use his throat to jerk me off. I wasn't even looking at him anymore. My eyes were closed in bliss, feeling the incredible throbbing power of my dick. I used the faggot for who knows how long. When I finally blew my load, I made sure to get a lot of it on the floor, some on the bed, and a little on the cocksucker. I wanted the president to see the cum. I also noticed the small vomit stain, and after a moment decided to leave it there. I figured he'd assume it was me that nutted all over his room and made a bitch gag on my cock, but he'd have no way to prove it. I hoped it would make him furious. He'd have to clean up my dried cum when he got back. I felt my heavy cock throbbing with power. Time to fuck a few pussies in this room.

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Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2024 02:33:58 -0500 From: dmitriy spring Subject: My Domineering Younger Brother Ch.02 Do not forget to help out Nifty for their amazing and tireless work on archiving and making available these wonderful stories that would otherwise be unavailable for most of us to read. You can donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ Thankfully, Henry didn't seem to hold it against me. He had been treating me pretty nicely lately, hanging out with me, eating his own food instead of all mine, flushing the toilet at my house- hell, him even using the toilet at my house instead of just going on the floor when he couldn't be fucked to bother going to the bathroom was an accomplishment. One day, however, I guess my brother was feeling pretty dominant. He came over to my house and immediately ordered me to make him something to eat. He went and dumped over my DVD rack, spilling everything onto the floor and leaving it there. I asked what was up, but he ignored me. After bringing him his food and trying to sit down next to him he told me i was too gay to sit next to him so I sat on the floor. He dumped his leftovers onto my head, threw his plate onto the floor and ordered me to clean everything up. I obeyed, including cleaning up my DVDs. I went back to the floor next to where he was sitting and asked what was wrong. He didn't answer for quite some time, and then later, during a commercial break, he said, "Dude that dumb whore I was fucking is pregnant." "Is she asking you for child support?" I asked. "No." He replied. Then I saw an emotion cross his face. It was something I couldn't quite place, and to my surprise when he continued he sounded upset, something he never showed. I realized what it was I had seen on his face. "Dude she's gonna raise her kid with that cuck. And I told her I wanted to raise the baby with her. He's mine." He buried his head in his hands. I didn't know what to do. "Is there anything I can do to help?" He sighed, stretching his long body out. "Are you gonna change her mind somehow?" "I mean, I guess I could try." "Nah." he replied, cracking his fingers. Then, he smiled. "You know what?" he said, his tone cocky, "Why don't you let me take it out on you?" "Your anger?" I asked, somewhat apprehensively. "Yeah... you could be my little punching bag." He slammed his fist into his hand to illustrate his point. "Dude... no I can't. Please, you're way too strong for me." "Eh... you're too skinny anyway, i guess. I'd probably break you. But you know what? I have another idea." "What's that?" I asked. "Get down and lick my shoes dude." "Lick your shoes? No offense, but they're filthy." I responded. "Hey, you asked what you could do." He shrugged. "Well... why do you want me to do that?" I asked him. "Dunno," Henry replied, "I just like feeling powerful. It gives me a rush. You're gay anyway so you're used to feeling inferior and taking orders. It would be nice to have a little loser at my feet, licking the crud off the bottom of my shoes. It makes you feel so magnificent, like a literal god to be honest. I've had fags at my feet before. Whadaya day, homo? Get under my feet" I was hesitant. "Man, I don't know. Being your footstool is one thing but to lick dirt and who knows what else off the bottom of your shoes? That's just disgusting." "Come on, man" my brother pleaded, "it would make me feel better. Aren't you my brother? You're supposed to help me out." I caved, as I always did. Getting down on all fours, I began to lick my brother's shoe, tenderly at first, but he wanted big, long licks. He made me lay down on the back and ran his dirty, repulsive shoes across my tongue, over and over. Then, he made me untie his shoes and take them off. Being an athlete, my brother sweats a lot, and the hot stench of his ripe shoes was unbearable. But, unfortunately, what he wanted me to do next was to sniff that smell in deeply, from the bottom of his socks, and to thank him and tell him how awesome he was after each sniff. We must have done this over thirty times. Afterwards, he made me take his socks off, and kiss his feet, one at a time, and tell him how thankful I was to be underneath his feet His enormous feet gave off the same strong, manly smell, and I felt so weak and neutered in the presence of his immense sole. Then, he made me lick the calloused bottom of this thick feet, repeatedly, and to lick in between each toe. "You know, faggot," he said in an amused tone, "usually I would have gay people eat the dirt from underneath my toenails after this part, but what I'm gonna do is stand on top of you while I watch tv like you're a little carpet. That'll definitely get you feeling inferior, and me like I'm on top of the world." He stood on top of me, the weight of his gigantic frame shoving me into floor. With one foot smashing my face in and the other crushing my nuts I not only felt emasculated and pathetic but also like I was going to be sick. I tried to signal to him but he completely ignored it, continuing to watch tv while driving me down into the ground. Then, just when I thought I was about to throw up from the pain my balls were being forced to endure, he stepped off of me. Looking down at me, he chuckled. "Man, you are pitiful. You know what I do with carpets by the way?" Suddenly, my brother whipped out his oversized dick and started to piss in my face. He let out a big sigh of relief and contentment as I suffered under the strength of his stream. It was seriously like being blasted by a hose. After several minutes, he finally started to let up. I was completely drenched in my brother's piss, lying on the floor face up, when he bent over me, smiled, and spit a huge wad of spit straight into my eye. "Yep. You're a fag." He said, and then burped right into my face. I felt strange and sick, and thought I was about to throw up. Quickly, I sat up. But what came out, unexpectedly, was not puke. Instead, I started to cry. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see my brother kneeling down in front of me. "Are you okay?" he asked. I just continued crying. "Dude. What's wrong? Tell me." I tried to clean my eyes but kept getting piss in them which made me cry even harder. "Hey faggot." Henry shoved my face upwards using his fist under chin. "I said tell me what's wrong. Now." "I... I don't know. It's just... I feel disgusting. I feel like you hate me. I'm gay and you're always going to think I'm a loser because of that. I just wish my brother cared about me. I wish you cared about me." "Seriously dude? You think because you're gay I don't care about you?" He sounded incredulous. "Well... yeah. You literally pissed on me, you stepped on top of me like I was an object. And you always call me a faggot. You must hate me. You Must think I'm dirt." I cried even harder. My brother pushed my wet hair out of my face. He took off his shirt and dried my face off with it. "Come on, I don't hate you. You're my brother. I could never hate you. You're gay, sure. But I don't hate gay people. I treat you like I'd treat anyone not as strong as me honestly. It's just that you're lower in the pecking order so you need to be obedient to those above you. I mean you could work out, if you were just as strong as me I'd never ask you to make me another sandwich again." He smiled. "Come on, smile for me." He said. I gave him a small smile. "Honestly I do respect you as my brother. And I don't have a problem with gay people. I just wanted to take out some of my anger, I don't really think you're a loser. I like you, bro. You always know how to make me feel better. Let's go get you cleaned up, little one." Henry walked me to the bathroom and undressed me, getting me into the shower. He waited for me outside, sitting on the counter, and when I was done he dried me off and kissed my forehead. "Now be a good little faggot and go to sleep, okay? I'm gonna go try to get laid again. There are bitches out there waiting for my nut." I went to sleep with a warm feeling in my chest, knowing that I was cared for and had a bond with my brother.

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Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2024 02:29:16 -0500 From: dmitriy spring Subject: My Domineering Younger Brother, Ch.01 Do not forget to help out Nifty for their amazing and tireless work on archiving and making available these wonderful stories that would otherwise be unavailable for most of us to read. You can donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ Henry genuinely did not give a fuck about me. At all. He was everything to me, at least at one time, but now he treats me like garbage. I guess he realized he could get away with it, and I still hadn't been able to stand up to him. As I tried to clean the big piss stain on my brand new carpet I attempted to reason things out. Surely he didn't just piss on my carpet for no reason, who would do that? And he knew I just paid $500 to get it installed throughout my apartment. So there's no way he would just piss on it, there had to be reason. Maybe the toilet was broken... although I knew it wasn't true, and it wouldn't make sense not to use it anyway. He must have not been able to get there in time. By the massive size of the stain he must have been hosing my floor for at least several minutes straight, apparently he had just drank far too much and then realized he couldn't hold it. I sighed, putting away my cleaning gear. It was the best I could do for now, I'd probably have to replace it though. The carpet is white and Henry's piss is... well, yellow. I went to the fridge to get the leftovers I had been keen to eat. And I sighed. Not only had Henry eaten my leftovers but he'd eaten everything in the fridge, leaving behind only a few vegetables, a bottle of water, and ketchup and mustard. He had eaten everything in my entire fridge, drank all my beer, and then pissed all over my brand new carpet. And, as I soon found out, took a massive dump in my toilet and didn't flush it. Things had to change, I couldn't keep letting my little brother abuse me like this. Sure, we were close at one time, but that was when we were younger. Before he found out I was gay. Everything changed after that, he would always call me a little bitch, a faggot, and a girl. He humiliated me constantly throughout my teenage years. But things were never as bad as now. He still stood up for me at school and defended me using his fists more than once. The bullying was moreso relegated to moderate teasing and humiliation at home. But over time, things got worse. As we got older and I graduated 2 years before him (he was held back a year), I got a job, and he started to ask me for money. No matter what he asked for I gave him, and that started to change things somehow, to create a wedge, to alienate us from another by turning me into an object for his use. He no longer saw me as his brother, but as a mere atm. I was unable to move out of mom's house because he was using up a good 3/4th of my paycheck for video games, food, sex toys, and cigarettes. I barely had enough to feed myself cheap food. Eventually though, he decided it would be better for me to get an apartment, and he would move in with me. So that's that happened, as always my life was guided by his decisions. He got a job too, and wasted all of his money on fun, strippers, drugs, and prostitutes. Often I'd come home to him pounding girls right in the middle of the living room, much to my embarrassment and shame. But he'd never just taken a fat piss on the carpet before, that's just complete disrespect for your living space, and usually I was the only one he disrespected. Although, he didn't actually live here anymore. He decided to move out because, in his words, "everything is just easier when you're not around a nagging woman faggot all the time". Of course, he still took my money to pay the bills while he used his money on leisure. He had been getting big into coke and I was starting to worry. It made him even more rude, sometimes outright mean. He had taken to slapping my nuts every time I did something he didn't like, and the pain was just incredible. Henry was ripped to shreds, he'd worked out religiously since 9th grade and it really showed on his godlike body. Many a time I had worshiped that golden, picturesque body in my mind.. but we're getting off topic. I texted Henry and asked why he peed on my carpet and ate all the food, trying to unclog the toilet from his massive shit while waiting. I felt like a maid servant. If anything, his reply made me feel even more servile and low. He texted back, "Cause I didn't feel like walking to the toilet, fucking obviously. I was watching TV and it was a good part, I didn't wanna miss it but I was on my 8th beer. So what? You can just clean it up, not a big deal. You should be glad I took a dump in the toilet and not on the floor, I'm not so bad to you, Kev. You're still my big brother, thanks for the food. BTW can you send me $50 on cashapp? This girl I know likes expensive vodka, I'm tryna get laid tonight, she looks like her pussy is as tight as an extreme couponer. Thanks big bro. " I melted, putting more work and attention into cleaning my brother's shit. He was still my brother, i should respect him. After all, he's not that bad, he still sees me as his brother, right? That's at least some kind of basic respect as a human being. The least I could do is clean up his shit and urine. After all, he didn't do it to be mean to me, he just didn't wanna miss the show and... well I guess the toilet was clogged and that's why it didn't flush, he didn't do it to be rude. My chest felt so warm as I cleaned and thought about my brother's text. I smiled, remembering his words, "I'm not so bad to you, Kev. You're still my big brother." He truly did care about me! I felt it was my duty to return it in ways that he would personally appreciate. He always liked money so why not? Everyone has different love languages, right? I sent him $100 as soon as I got the toilet working again and he replied right back, "Nice loserman. I knew your fag ass was good for something. I'm jk bro, thanks though. I'll tell you about the pussy I pound tonight tomorrow morning. Good boy ????" I felt so incredibly happy. Henry really did see me as a brother, didn't he? He said mean things but he was just joking. Sure, they hurt my feelings a little bit but that's my own problem. He even thanked me. And I was over the moon at the 'good boy' part. All I ever wanted was to live up to his expectations and have his approval. Ever since high school, when he rejected and taunted me for my sexuality, I had this fantasy that maybe one day, after I did enough to make him happy, he might actually approve of me and accept me as his brother. Was I finally close, after all these years? Perhaps living apart helped, we didn't get on each other's nerves as much anymore. Just being avaliable for him, leaving my house open up him, letting him treat it however he wanted without nagging, and sending him money whenever he wanted- maybe this was the key to his approval. I drifted off to sleep, thinking about how I could make him happy, him calling me a good boy and a good brother, him accepting me for who I was. I couldn't wait for the morning. ............................................. I awoke the next morning to a jarring sound. It almost sounded like a gunshot, and it ripped me from sleep, straight into a frantic state of worry. I rushed downstairs to see what was going on- only to see Henry standing at the kitchen table, shirtless, stuffing his face. "Dude what was that sound??" I asked, worried that, at the very least something had broken. "What do you mean bro?" my little brother asked, letting out a massive belch that felt like it shook the room. I guess my question had been answered. "Dude, your burp woke me up..." I said, annoyed. All he did was laugh, saying "That's funny as fuck dude." And popped open a beer, going into the living room, flipping on the TV, and throwing himself down on my couch. I followed, sitting down next to him. "Move over dude, I don't want your gay ass too close to me." I moved over, feeling hurt, but he laughed. "I was joking dude." He said, then continuing, "Oh yeah, your money got me laid last night. Fuck, dude I was right, she was tight as shit, it felt better than the flashlight you gave in your bedroom drawer, the one they make for the small dicks." He registered my surprise with a laugh. "Yeah dude I saw your sex toys while I was looking around for money, I didn't even know they made condoms that small or dildoes that big. It was even a little bit bigger than my dick. Anyway I was going rough and hard for a pretty long time, it usually takes me forever to cum, which women love. But anyway, after like 50 minutes her boyfriend comes in, I didn't even know she had one, and he was pissed as hell! He started yelling and everything but he calmed his little ass down when I shoved him into a chair and told him if he didn't shut up he'd have my huge cock down his throat. I continued pounding his girlfriend right in front of him until she came and then I slapped my fat cock all over her face and put it back in her tight pussy and came inside. As I left, I told her boyfriend, who had been sitting there the entire time, that he could lick out the ones that weren't in her womb, and I said I had no doubt they'd outcompete his pussy swimmers in there. He almost started crying dude, he said she'd never let him cum inside of her before and even made him wear condoms the entire time they'd been dating! Man, I was laughing so hard, and he started sobbing. It was funny as fuck man. She texted me this morning and asked when I wanted to come over again, she said her boyfriend paid for her plan b." He finished his story with another deep, manly belch. I have to admit that while my brother was talking I got hard. Hearing about my brother's sexual exploits always got me horny, mostly because he was just so ruthless and masculine. I tried to ignore my growing boner and told him how cool it was and agreed with him that she'd probably leave her boyfriend if he told her to. Then, to my surprise, my brother stood up, and whipped out his dick right in front of me. "She couldn't resist this fucking monster, dude. No girl I've ever met has been able to. I mean, just look at it!" Honestly, his dick was incredible. Although it was completely soft, it was at least an inch bigger than mine, making it around 7 inches soft. And we're not talking partial boner here, it was completely soft. And his girth? It blew my own completely out of the water, it was almost 3 times. Half hypnotized by my brother's immense rod, I ogled it, even as I tried to play it cool, telling him I totally got why the girls all wanted him but to please put his dick away in front of his brother. Soon afterwards, however, I went to the bathroom, and pulled my own dick out. It felt tiny in comparison to his, and I jerked off vigorously at the thought of how much bigger his was, how he'd mocked my small condoms, how manly his muscular body and deep belches were, how little regard he'd showed for me in taking a piss on my carpet; I even jerked off at the memory of his big, manly dump in my toilet the other night. It was just the fact that he didn't care about anyone but himself that turned me on, it was just so incredibly arrogant and dominant. After cumming, I cleaned up and went back into the living room like nothing had happened. Halfway through the show we were watching, my brother complained, "Damn man, I sure wish you had a footrest, I really want to put my feet up and rest em." I agreed, not really paying attention. My brother sighed, loudly, repeating, "I really wish i had a footrest!" Again, I agreed. After a minute, my brother nudged my shoulder, and I looked over at him. "Dude, this is the part where you get down and be my footrest." "What?" I asked, slightly shocked. "Just get down on all fours so i can rest my feet. It won't be long." Surprised, I didn't know what to say. Henry stared at me. Slowly, under the pressure of his assertive gaze, I got down on all fours in front of him. "A little further... a little to to the left... ahhhh yeah, that's right." He propped up his feet on me, and I could feel the weight on his large shoes and huge feet as they rested atop me. To be honest, I felt a bit peeved, and more than a little humiliated to be on the ground serving as my brother's footrest while he ignored me and watched a movie. It felt like he didn't even think of me as human. "This is the life!" He exclaimed, rubbing it in even more. It felt so unfair that Henry basically had everything in life while I was reduced to maid, atm, and furniture. But then again, he had a huge dick, mine was tiny. He had big muscles, I was skinny. He was extremely tall and broad, I was short and tiny. He had size 12 shoes, mine were a size 7½. He was confident, I was insecure. He was straight, I was gay. It was just how things were meant to be. I remembered the size of his gigantic penis and had to focus on other things to ensure I didn't get hard right in front of him. Not that he would have noticed. After a while, he stood up and stretched, letting out a long moan of relief. I looked up at him, and he pulled out his big dick. I didn't know what to do, and was frozen to the spot as he mindlessly started urinating on the carpet on front of where my face was while he watched TV. He absentmindedly scratched his thick, dark pubes while a fat stream of piss shot down on my new, white carpet, staining it red. Then, before I could do anything, he sat back down, propped his feet onto my back, and continued to watch TV. All I could do was watch as the stain seeped into my carpet, staining it. It reeked to, and I just knelt with the stench of fresh urine wafting into my face while my brother had fun watching TV. After two hours he got up and told me he was going to leave. Thankful, I stood up, but he directed me to the couch with his strong, big hand on my shoulder, telling me to sit. Then he turned around, so that his back was facing me, his but almost at eye level. He just stood there for a moment, as I wondered what on earth was going to happen, but not for long, as soon he let out a thunderous fart, right into my face. Degraded, I stayed rooted to the spot while the ungodly smell of my younger brother's fart hung in the air around my face. It made me want to throw up. My brother walked to the door, laughing. Then, right as he opened the door and was about to leave, he turned around, and said to me, "By the way, I know you jerked off in the bathroom after I showed you my big Peter earlier. Fag." And then left. I collapsed onto couch. What had my life become?

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Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2024 13:20:39 -0700 From: Frat Pledgemaster Subject: Pledgemaster 6 A response to some emails before the story begins... Straight frat Gods really should be worshiped and served by all faggots, openly. It's sad that there is hesitation on both sides to do something that would be mutually beneficial. Everyone would be better off if the natural hierarchy wasn't suppressed. Faggots love to be degraded and humiliated, and be of use to Men. It's only natural for alpha fraternity men to use and belittle fags. It would be a better world for this to become at least socially acceptable... and far better for it to be a legal requirement. I've heard from a number of you faggots who asked about how to be of service to superior Alpha fraternity men. I gotta ask you back: has anyone actually done this? Contact me asap if you have info. Here's what I think: First off, pledges don't actually do this stuff. Read the intro to part 1. The stories you've read were all me role-playing with fags. Second, the closest thing I saw to what you're asking for, was a few times when guys would show up to the fraternity house, explaining that their dominatrix wanted a pic of them kissing our shoes or video of them doing laundry and smelling the dirty socks or some other degrading thing. Third, given the massive amount of interest, I can probably make this happen, but with restrictions. Here's how I see this happening: one of you fags makes a website or app that pairs you with fraternities willing to accept payment from you to let you do domestic work for them. No sex, since that's probably illegal prostitution. Your website collects info from an applicant, and performs a background check. A fraternity can supply a list of what jobs it is willing to charge for. So, one fraternity might say it'll allow you to mop the floors for $100. Or it could be a bidding system where the applicants paying the highest amounts get to do the work for the fraternity. There could also be an option for the amount to constantly increase, so an applicant has to pay more each time it wants to do the task. The website would need to get some sort of insurance on the applicant in case he steals or breaks something. A bodycam would also probably be a necessity. Similarly, it would need to see if the fraternity is legit, and have insurance incase they kidnap or seriously injure the applicant. Now here's a story from the cocksucker who wrote the last story, about another time he serviced my cock. ------ Waiting near the door my arousal took the better of me as I began to touch myself which was thankfully interrupted with a knock by Sir. Opening the door and leading Him to my room I quickly fell on my knees eager to feel. Grabbing at His cock through His shorts and pressing my face close to feel the girth and firmness. His sweaty ripe balls may offended some but for me His man smell was euphoria. Wanting to get His big cock rock hard I pulled His shorts down to get my mouth around His penis with just His underwear between. Putting my mouth around showing what I was about to do a lot of. With the anticipation overwhelming I pulled down His underwear to finally taste Him. Being too hungry to wait any further I began to lick it. I was sliding my mouth all over his cock. Feeling it's length slide over and around my lips. Getting a firm order to then bring my mouth lower around His balls. Getting every centimetre wet with my slobber before greedily returning to the shaft. Feeling His hands as He shoves His cock into my throat, holding me to the base and demands I slide my tongue in and out. With a breath of air at long last permitted I continued to work the shaft needing cum. With fortune He holds my head as He commands from me a plea for His pre cum. Wanting it eagerly I plea and am rewarded so. He uses only a portion of His king cock to gently fuck my mouth. I want more so I grab Him and try to get more cock. He shoves me back, slaps my face, and sits down with his beautiful cock rock hard. In an instant I'm at the sweaty balls begging for His cum. Slurping the balls up and down getting every inch and wanting it all that's inside them. He kicks my crotch and orders me to resume worshiping him. He's so selfish and despite the pain I'm even more aroused. I would wish to spend all time with my head between His legs, His musk smell driving me wild and His perfect cock nearby. Sir has a long series of game and challenges. Like before, one is how long i can hold His cock down my throat. He also wants to know how I can best massage the cock when in my throat. I attempt to hum. I try to swallow. Then use my hands to massage His cock from outside my neck. Sir likes to wrap His hands around my neck and choke me hard. He says it makes my throat feel tighter on His cock. Finally He asks if I'm ready and I was definitely needing it. Holding my head I feel His cock pulsing, engorging as His hot semen spills forth. Knowing His cock could always use a mouth I continue sucking. I get every drop and it tasted like heaven. I eventually stop but He slaps me with His cock, which remains hard. Sir declares I am to continue. My throat is sore from the beating, but I will do anything for this Alpha dick. I begin once more.

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Date: Fri, 11 Oct 2024 12:40:23 -0700 From: Frat Pledgemaster Subject: Pledgemaster 5 English wasn't this cocksucker's first language, so the wording can be unusual at times. This guy was skinny and short. This made it easy to be aggressive with him. He still lived with a former boyfriend, so I made a bit of a point the latter heard us. ----------- Sir came into my apartment with my previous lover curious as to look up briefly at the Man's cock I was about to suck. He knew I was into some hard deepthroating and he knew that's what I was about to do. I brought Sir into a room, and starting touching His massive bulge. I love touching bulges through men's shorts and love it even more when I get to rub my face all over it. I kneeled and immediately did and inhaled pure manliness musk. I was eager so I took His underwear off quickly and immediately started licking Sir's balls. I didn't use all of my tongue and was punished with a quick slap and direction to use it proper. Using my full tongue all over, His cock began to grow bigger and harder. This turned me on in my shorts, eager to test my abilities on His full erect cock. I performed my abilities poorly and Sir slapped with upgrading violence. In a while, He sat down in the chair as to relax and get the full extent of my mouth. Sir was very adamant right away about taking it all and being a good boy. Again asked if I liked to gag on it, and I absolutely did. My gag reflexes betrayed me however even at this new angle. I tried the first full swallow as He held me at the base of His cock for 9 seconds. He, knowing that this wasn't good enough, and that I could do better. My gag reflexes would continue to betray me as I really wanted to be the best and keep trying. Second time at His full base was a mere 6 seconds as He scolded me saying that it was even worse than the first. Embarrassed by how awful I was doing I kept trying my best for I wanted that huge hard cock in my throat and gagging me. I loved squirming on that big dick but hated that my gag was betraying me so much. A third time and I was able to hold the cock to it's base for 12 seconds, this time a new poor record, that I know I could do better. I kept sucking and He kept telling me to swallow it all like a good little bitch. My throat stretched to the maximum but I alone simply could not swallow it all, but my head in His grip could. I was swallowing His cock up and down doing a decent job at pleasuring knowing that He was going to pull my head to the base. I was afraid that my gag would do the same as it was doing all night and with each stroke I could feel the tingle in my throat. He told me to refrain from food beforehand, but I forgot. I wish I did not eat, I was so unprepared but eager to be a good cocksucker. I was out of my depth for this cock was so huge and Sir was very very aggressive which turned me on, but scared my throat. With a proclamation of shame I had to speak up to Sir that I wasn't going to be able to keep up with the throat fucking. Wanting to pleasure His cock telling him I wanted that cum so badly. Sir told me to stroke His thick cock and catch my breath as I was licking His balls. I did so hoping that I would be able to be the bitch cocksucker I wanted to be, but tonight wasn't the night for me. Apologizing for my misbehavior then He allowed me to lick His manly balls as He stroked His cock for my throat to be given the cum that I desperately wanted. Sir's punishments continued. He dragged His knuckles across my face as He stroke His cock. The knuckles hit my cheek and eye brow with the most unexpected force pain many times. Sir punished me in many a different manner for being a poor cocksucker and i deserved every bit. In enough time He removed His hand from His cock which cock He put down my throat completely. I was given the gift of His cum as He shot it down my throat holding my head to the base. It was a sexy orgasm. Of sad note, He was so completely deep down that I couldn't taste most of it. I cleaned up the mess I made on Him, apologized for what I did and He was on His way. He said I'll have to practice to be the bitch of a cock sucker I know I am. We walked back to the door and Sir made a look at my previous lover, and without words it was known to both he was jealous of Sir, and Sir was a true alpha man. ----------- During this encounter, when the fag says his gag reflex "betrayed" him the first time, what he really meant is that he puked, and it got on my shorts and underwear that were around my ankles. So we went to the bathroom to wash them off. I of course left the door open, so the former bf (fbf) could hear me and the cocksucker (cs). Cs apologized profusely, and I told him that it wasn't uncommon for fags that never tried a big dick before to puke. I told him I'd get the equivalent of a mild sunburn. Both of which are true. So, yeah, I told the cs to practice if he expected to please me properly, and I gave the cs's fbf a smirk as I left. It was very clear fbf was upset that I had a fun time choking and gagging his ex on my thick meat. The fbf looked mad, but didn't bother to challenge the statement. Sometimes I think I should have humiliated the fbf right then and there. Ordered him to show his small cock to confirm the fact that mine was way bigger than his little nub. Actually, I should have just made him deepthroat my cock since cs wasn't good at it. And put cs in a head lock with his nose buried in my ripe pits. Might combine a few shorter stories for next time.

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Date: Mon, 6 May 2024 15:33:21 -0700 From: Frat Pledgemaster Subject: Pledgemaster 4 This story is from my point of view. --- Sometimes I really don't understand faggots. I guess that's kinda to be expected: I'm nothing like them. I'm a Dominant Alpha. They are losers.I think the real problem is that they lie. First, they lie about their sexuality and stay in the closet; pretend to be straight. But even if they 'come out' they lie about what they want and what they'll do. One thing that really bugs me is that fags think they can convince me to fuck them in the ass, or let them lick my butthole. Disgusting. My cock belongs in a real pussy or a mouth. Fairies that think otherwise are a complete waste of my time, and I instantly ignore/ block/ leave them. But the thing that bothers me most is cocksuckers that can't suck a cock. I feel like I spend an unnecessary amount of time explaining to potential fags that I'm only interested in fucking their throats, and that they need to throat my big cock completely. I literally can't count the number of newbies that fail. I'll tell a newbie to take my cock as deep as possible. Then I'll wrap my finger and thumb where their lips reach on my dick. Most of the time it's not even half way down my pole. Then I pull their head off and say something like "is this all you can take? Look at all this cock you're missing." Almost without fail, if i force it deeper, they gag and cry and give up. Sometimes I forget (or a fag will lie) to tell them to stop eating 2 hours before attempting to service me. Then they puke on my cock. The acrid smell stays on my cock for at least a day. Plus, the stomach acid causes a burn. It's not that bad -- like a mild sun burn -- but it can cause peeling and will put me out of commission for a day or so. I absolutely need to nut at least 3 times a day. It should be a crime to make it more difficult for an Alpha to nut. So anyway, I got in touch with this army guy. National Guard. He did a few tours overseas. Military guys are similar to fraternity pledges in several respects. They obey orders, and are willing to suffer to complete the mission. Like pretty much every other faggot, he said he was eager to throat my cock completely. He brought me to his apartment. In his room he had set out a few pots and had some towels on the floor. He knew he had a gag reflex, and he wanted to keep the mess off me (and his stuff). I was almost mildly impressed. We started with me sitting on the edge of the bed. He was able to take me deeper than most, but only about 3/4 of the way. He gagged a lot. He was able to get most of the throat slime into the buckets and pots. But some got onto the towels. He gagged up a surprising amount of slime. He was trying so hard, but I just sat there with a disappointed look on my face. I honestly can't remember if he asked me to help, or if I threatened to slam my entire cock down his throat. But I grabbed his head and forced in my entire monster cock. He gagged and struggled even more. Then I pushed him off and though he had tears flowing down his face, he was smiling, and whispered "yes" in a horse voice. So I repeatedly throatfucked him. Each time, he seemed more out of breath, but more eager to please me. I started counting how many seconds he could keep my cock buried in his throat. It was pretty pathetic. Maybe like 6 at the beginning. I shifted back on the bed a little and when he was on my cock I lifted up my legs, then wrapped the right leg around his head and bent the left knee around my right ankle to lock it in place. I was even able to squeeze and force my cock about an inch deeper. He looked up at me in a panic and tried to pull my legs off, but he couldn't. How fucking dare this cocksucker try to stop pleasing my Alpha meat. I was pissed. "Take my huge cock, faggot!" I barked. I squeezed his head even tighter with my legs. I decide when a faggot can stop. Their discomfort doesn't matter to me. I counted out loud to 7 and released him. He pulled back and started to inhale. I smacked his faggot face as hard as I could. "The first thing you do is thank me, bitch. Before you inhale, thank me for putting my cock down your throat." He looked at me confused, out of breath, and probably lightheaded. So I hit him again. "Thank you, Sir!" He finally managed to croak out. "Now back on my cock." I ordered. He complied instantly without resistance. I locked him in place again with my legs and counted to 8. I liked watching this fag panic, so I kept my cock down his throat this time and didn't give an indication when I would let go. I was relentless. The more the fag struggled, the more its throat contracted and massaged my cock. I closed my eyes and leaned back to relax and enjoy the spams around my meat pole, while this bitch thought he was dying. I opened my eyes and his face was turning purple. I released and this fag inhaled. I guess my instructions needed reinforcement. Before I knew it, I was already punching the queer in the head. It felt so satisfying to feel my knuckles impact its skull. I think I even felt a second impact quickly after the first: the fag's brain bouncing against its skull. Tears were pouring down its face, which started to return to a normal color. "I need more air," it pathetically begged. It hadn't properly thanked me, so I decided it wasn't getting any air. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back onto my cock. I didn't even bother counting this time. Not like I was gonna let this cocksucker up at a predetermined time anyway. My cock was all that mattered -- not his breathing -- and he needed to realize this. After a while, I released. Before he could thank me or inhale, I forced my cock right back down his throat and locked it in place. The fag struggled so hard to get free. It was almost like riding a mechanical bull, except I couldn't be thrown off because of my leg lock around this throatcunt's head. I released and it coughed and gasped. But in an instant I already grabbed its hair and buried my massive cock to the hilt. I didn't lock my legs this time. The fag was either increasingly willing to accept its fate, or not able to struggle as hard due to the lack of air. So I started long fucking his skull. All the way out, and all the way in. The noises his throat made as my cock went in and out were music to my ears. His face grew ever darker shades of purple. Then this army cocksucker got free. He desperately tried to breathe, but he was frequently interrupted by forceful burping he couldn't control. I had basically pumped air into his stomach with my dick. It made me laugh. "Too... much... air," it managed to say. I grabbed him, slammed my dick down its throat, and locked him in place. I punched his fag head with each word I growled at him, "Not enough air, too much air. Figure it out, you worthless piece of garbage!" He started to wretch uncontrollably and cough up more throat slime. I released and he basically collapsed and heaved-up more throat slime into one of the pots. Since the fag's throatcunt didn't spasm as much and as hard when he was so oxygen deprived, I paused for a bit. I still didn't care about the faggot; I only wanted that awesome feeling on my cock. My cock was (and still is) more important than the faggot. For almost 2 hours, this military man was my cocksleeve. But I started to get bored when it got tired and couldn't pleasure my Superior dick as well as when it first started. So I made him sit on the floor with his back against the bed. Then I held his head and pistoned my beast like it was a jackhammer into his throat. His throat was getting loose, so I had to be extra aggressive just so I could cum. He did his duty as a fag and swallowed every drop of my massive Superior Alpha load. A few days later he contacted me again. I reemed that fag's throatcunt twice more over maybe a week before he asked if I cared about him. I guess he was catching feelings. "No." He broke off contact. He was probably all bent out of shape over it. I didn't give a fuck. His throat was getting too loose anyway. Just another faggot throat destroyed by my thick dick. I bet he was crying over losing the best cock he could have wished for, while I was abusing some other faggot throatcunt. --- The next story will probably be from the cocksucker's point of view. His written English isn't the best, but you'll get the gist.

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Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2001 07:19:20 -0700 (PDT) From: hugh questorius <questorius@yahoo.co.uk> Subject: The Humiliator. Chapter 35 Chapter Thirty Five THE WHIP HAND After the sheer nastiness of what had been done to me on that country walk of my last visit, I was more than usually uneasy about the next time I was ordered up to Manor Farm. But in the event, the next two visits were relatively uneventful. That is to say they followed the usual pattern of sexual abuse and casual cruelty but with no new obscenities. Indeed, a new thought began to insinuate itself in my mind: was it possible that we were slipping into a routine, that the five and a half year relationship was running out of steam? Perhaps it was time to "grow up" and leave this dependant, master/slave business behind me? But then an image of his powerful, hairy body would slide into my mind and I would feel the old hungry longing to kneel between his legs and bury my face in his crotch. I would think of his quiet strength and authority and command and it would swamp me with a desperate longing to abase myself before him. Then on one of my regular Monday phone-ins he said he wanted me on Wednesday. This threw me into a spin, for in all these years he had never demanded anything other than a Friday or week-end attendance and usually he'd give me a couple of weeks warning. I was excited by the apparent urgency and novelty of this but then a dreadful thought struck me and I wailed "But I can't, Sir, not this Wednesday. We've got the big presentation to Mercato that we've been working on for weeks!" "Well, someone else will have to do it, won't they?" "But its MY presentation! The Chairman and the whole board are involved and Sir Charles has said that if we pull this off 'I can expect to benefit'. So you see, it is just too important. The whole future development of the Company hangs on this Mercato deal" "And your future development depends on you being here on Wednesday" I asked why, what was so important about Wednesday? "You know I never discuss things with you beforehand" he snapped. "Just be here. 8pm sharp!" "But Sir..." "Just be here!" and the line went dead. I sat there, stunned, the receiver still in my hand. It was inconceivable that I should let Sir Charles down - which would do my career no good at all. But it was equally inconceivable that I should disobey my master, especially when he was more insistant about this date than he had ever been about any other. What could he be planning? Then I worked out that I could probably meet both obligations provided i could get away by 5pm at the latest. That might not go down well with my bosses, but what the hell, the Mercato presentation itself would be over and even a rising young turk was allowed SOME private life! In the event it was no problem and was able to get away by 4.45 and arrive in good time. The usual ritual, let myself in through the scullery door, strip naked and then check for a note of written instructions on the draining board. Only this time, the note did not say where he wanted me, instead it carried the odd and perplexing message "Follow your instinct" What the hell did that mean? I interrogated myself, what did my instinct tell me to do? The answer was clear, to obey orders. Well, that was not very helpful! Then I heard it, the unmistakable sound of leather impacting on flesh. Someone was being whipped! My cock sprang erect and my instinct pulled me to discover the source of that exciting sound. There it was again, the sharp 'crack' followed by a grunt of pain. It came from the big cellar opposite. Swifly I crossed the passage and pushed open the door onto a thrilling tableau. Hanging by bound wrists from a single meat hook in the brick roof was a naked man, his back to me and marked by two livid weals slicing across his shoulders. The four tiny spotlights illumined his lean, taut body in a harsh brilliance against the gloomy recesses of the spacious cellar and his head was encased in a leather hood. My master turned as he heard me enter and motioned me to come forward. He was dressed but his shirt gaped open to give a glimpse for my greedy eyes of his broad chest, deep chest, hairy chest, man chest. Dear God, after all these years the merest glimpse of his body still triggered instant lust. As I approached he put his hands on the victims body and turned him round to face me. I noted the slim, smooth, athletic physique glazed with the sweat of pain. Metal nipple clips jutted from his tits and the black hood obliterated his face into a blank nothing. Faceless, he was less than human. This was just an attractive body reduced to a piece of whip-meat. His torturer thrust the handle of the whip towards me, saying "Here. Take it. Whip those clips off his tits, boy" I was shocked. Shocked and excited. Shocked by the savagery of the order. Excited by the passive helplessness of the faceless victim. But I couldn't bring myself to do something so cruel. Hugh repeated the order but I asked why, what had he done - and why me? Most unusually, for he hated to be questioned, he answered that this man was a slave who had gone "hawking his arsehole around public lavatories for other men to use" and so needed to be punished "with great severity". Anguished muffled noises from within the strapped leather hood sought to deny this version of events, but were ignored. And why me? Because he wanted the added shame of the punishment being administered by another slave. "And now" he finished, "take those tit clamps off him." I made a move to do so with my fingers but he stopped me. "With the whip" he insisted. I stepped back and raised the whip - but, shocked by such cruelty, could not do it. "DO IT" my master snapped. I swung the lash but it was if an arm held me back and the leather curled feebly around his ribs, far too low. "Harder!" Cowed by his ferocity, I lashed out harder and cracked it across the chest, but still missed the nipple. Even so, the body jerked under the impact and I heard a sharp intake of breath. That excited me and I hit out again...and again...and again. It was not until that fourth swipe that I caught a clip and sent it flying into the darkness beyond the lights. He yowled at that and I went for the other, getting it first go and leaving a stripe of red pain across his chest as he screamed through the zipped-up mouth of the hood. I looked uncetainly to my master, what now? He gave a curt nod of satisfaction and said "Good. Now put twenty four lashes across his back" I looked at the whip. This was the real thing. Plaited leather, three foot long tapering from a solid, pommelled handle with leather wrist strap. I hefted it. Twenty four lashes with this would be no joke. Uneasily I went round behind him and looked at the existing two welts slanting across the lean, muscular back. I raised the whip and struck out, but as before it was as if something physically restrained me making my srtike innefectual. Again I lashed, but my shoulder seemed to lock somehow. I raised the whip for a third strike but my master grabbed my wrist. "Do it properly" he snarled "or I'll string you up there with him, belly to belly and coil the lash around both of you together" I knew this was no idle threat. "I am trying to do it properly Sir" I pleaded. "Try harder!" And I did. This time the whip sang through the air and exploded across his bare back. He gave a grunt of pain and his body jerked. A livid weal, every bit as savage as Hugh's two, blossomed on his skin. "That's more like it! That'll count as No. one. Twenty three more like that" And I laid on, painting parallel stripes and enjoying what I was doing with a fierce joy. I learned the skill of wielding the lash, varying the strokes; switching to backhand to cross the weals on an opposite diagonal; over-reaching so that the whip coiled round his body and jerking it away to spin him round like a whipping top so I could lash him across the ribs and chest; striking short so that the tip bit into his shoulders; slicing at his buttocks and the back of his legs to make him dance. And oh! the thrilling sense of power! The control. The command. I played him like an instrument, making him yelp or grunt or gasp or whimper as I willed. After a lifetime of submission and suffering I tasted the giddy delights of cruelty for the first time, relishing the thud of leather on flesh, enjoying the jerk of his body as the whip bit, excited by his helplesness, his vulnerability. "That'll do. That'll do" Hugh said. I stood there triumphant, rampant with sex, chest heaving, streaming with sweat. "Want to fuck him?" he asked, looking pointedly at my hard-on. "Am I allowed to?" I asked. "I thought only you..." "Not now. He's of no use to me any more. Anyone can use him as far as I'm concerned. Even a slave like you. Want to?" I nodded eagerly. I had never fucked anyone before. Fucking was what men did to me. The thought of shoving my cock into that piece of faceless whipmeat excited me hugely. The Brig cut him down and he collapsed to his knees with the exhaustion of suffering. We dragged him onto the low bench and laid him along it, his still-bound wrists hooked helplessly under one end, his legs splayed either side. I lubed him, laid myself over his naked, whipped body and entered him. And oh the sensual joy of that! It was a revelation to me who had never entered another body. And I fucked him, dear God, how I fucked him. I rioted and rampaged inside him, making him grunt and moan. I felt the power of control, of being able to use him entirely for my own selfish pleasure, just as many men had used me in the past. As my orgasm hit, I banged into him as hard as I could, wanting to hurt him, then buried myself deep, deep inside him as my spunk fired bolt after bolt in an overwhelming climax and I was only subliminally aware of the repeated camera flashes. I lay sprawled over him gasping and sweating in an exhaustion of extasy. Then I heard my master say "Right, you can go now." I looked up at him blankly and stupidly protested that I'd only just got here. He shrugged. "You've done what I wanted done. Now you can go" I heaved myself reluctantly to my feet and turned to confront him. I wanted to protest that he'd dragged me on a 400 mile round trip for a bare half hour. But standing naked and selfconciously flaccid in front of a fully dressed and powerful man, I could do nothing but drop my eyes submissively and obey. As I dressed in the scullery I felt sure he'd come in and say "Oh, before you go..." but no. Summarily dismissed, I went to my car and started driving back to London. I was in a turmoil of confusion, having been prompted into the power role of flogger and fucker only to be unceremoniously smacked back down to servile obedience immediately after. But as the image came to mind of that naked, anonymous body jerking and dancing as I whipped him, my cock grew hard again and I longed to use that piece of whipmeat as fuck meat once more. I wondered what Hugh would be doing to him right now. Fucking him? A surge of mad jealousy swept over me at the thought but then I reflected that if Hugh would not fuck where another master had been, he would most certainly never fuck a hole that a slave had filled! I wondered what he would do to that poor bastard. Impossible to imaging, but it was bound to be very unpleasant - and I found myself speculating what I would do to him if I was in Hugh's position. I had changed tonight. I had discovered the thrill of sadistic cruelty and the wondrous power of using a submissive body for my sexual gratification. But I had also been used as a slave to serve my master's puposes, and then been humiliatingly dismissed as soon as those puposes were fulfilled. Was I dom or sub? Or both? I drove through the night in a high state of confusion - and of sexual arousal. Where did I go from here? What might the futre hold ...

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Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2024 11:56:14 -0700 From: Frat Pledgemaster Subject: Pledgemaster 3 The first story in this series was written by me, from my pov. The second was written by a cocksucker after he serviced me, from his pov. If a fag was dragging his feet about worshiping my cock, I'll often tell him to write me a story in advance, describing how he fantasizes our encounter would go. This is one of those. Caleb, a college sophomore, wrote this. ------ ...you would need to make sure that your Alpha domination extended into every facet of my faggot life, so one late night you would be standing outside my door, demanding to be let in. All my housemates would be asleep, but saving my face is none of your concern. You would make yourself feel generally at home, turning on lights, grabbing something to eat from the fridge; like we were at your fraternity house and I was a pledge expected to clean up after you. Then you'd finally turn back to me. "Go into your room, faggot, and wait for me there." You'd push me backward over the bed with a cocky frat boy sneer and unbuckle your belt. Letting your pants fall to the floor, you'd climb onto the bed and kneel over my chest. "No hands allowed." My arms pinned beneath your legs, I'd begin to moisten the fabric covering your massive junk with my mouth. Muscles in my neck straining to inhale the hot scent of your crotch, I'd nuzzle against your big balls, smearing my spit across my face in anticipation of what was to come. You'd leave me like that, moaning and licking for a few minutes, savoring the view of a worthless fag so easily controlled. "You like that cocksucker? Does my cock make you hot?" "Yes Sir, I live to please your big frat cock Sir." After a smack that leave my cheek pink, you'd strip the last of your clothes and lower your musky sack over my face. I'd twist my face side to side, rubbing your balls with every angle of my face, the potent smell of your BO driving me insane with lust. I'd run my tongue all over your heavy sack, and to the base of the growing cock. Upon feeling my tongue, you'd grab your cock and slap it against my face. Then you'd thrust so that your cock and balls would drag back and forth over my whole face. "Alright faggot, you have permission to pleasure my dick." I'd begin to work your huge cock, starting with the base. I'd nibble where I could reach, and slowly make my way towards the head, getting drips of precum on my face and in my hair. Tightening my lips, I'd kiss the tip and swirl my tongue around the hole, then take the head and quickly pop it in and out of my mouth. Greeted by a small wave of your taste, I'd rub the head of your cock around the space inside my lips and against my teeth. Immediately you would grab my neck, cutting off my air. "Open your mouth," you'd say, and then spit into it. "Don't fucking swallow, got it?" You'd release my throat and slap me across the face, then shove your dick into my mouth. I'd start to suck, moving my head back and forth, letting the saliva drip out onto my chin and cheeks. Then you would start to thrust, pulling your dick out after every few to slap me with it, making a sloppy wet sound each time your cock connected with my drenched face. Strings of cum and spit would stretch between the two, multiplying each time you brought it out for another whack. Hard now, you'd pull open my jaw with one hand and line up your cock with the depths of my hole. "Watch those teeth - this is going to hurt." With the hand on my jaw you would pull my face into your crotch, totally filling my mouth with your meat. moving both hands to the back of my head, you'd begin to thrust again, hard, fast and deep. Pure brutality. The pain for me would be unbearable, but it's quite simply my duty to make your cock feel good, no matter what. Ramming again and again, face fucking as long as you could bare, I'd lose all track of time, until suddenly you would pull out quickly and stand on the bed. Your load would go shooting all over the room; on me, on my pillow, the bed, furniture, the floor, books - anything in sight. I would quickly move to my knees and obediently wait for the rain of cum to slow. After wiping off your spit-covered cock on my sleeve, you would walk over to the other side of the room, pump even more volleys of hot frat cum onto my dirty clothes, and survey the aftermath. "Better not let any of that go to waste, or you'll regret it." Without making eye contact, I'd crawl over to the floor and begin to lick up all the cum I could find. Sighing with relief, you'd gather up your things and dress. I'd continue to clean the floor. "Thank you Sir, for marking me and my house as your own. Thank you for establishing your dominance Sir." Totally clothed, you'd pat me on the head. "Now be a good little fag boy and be sure to wear those cum soaked clothes tomorrow. Send me a picture every hour so I know that you have completed this task." "Yes Sir, thank you Sir." Then without another word, you would leave the house, slamming the door as you departed. There was no way I could sleep. The manly smell of your balls filled my nostrils every time I breathed. My tongue savored every drop of your cum. And the next day I was honored to wear a shirt covered with your dried cum. I saw countless girls and guys get instantly turned on just by getting a whiff. Every time it reminded me how perfectly sexy you are; and how everyone lusts over your manliness. I envied that whatever hot sorority pussy or worshiping cocksucker must line up at your fraternity house. ------- Oh, yeah. Forgot to mention. Sometimes I'd make fags do "pledge tasks." This usually involved them publicly humiliating themselves, and sending me pictures as proof. Like wearing cum soaked clothes. Or writing on their foreheads with a sharpie in big letters "FAG" The simple truth is: I'm a selfish, rude, superior, dominant fraternity master, and cocksuckers instinctively obey me.

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Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2024 10:37:37 -0700 From: Frat Pledgemaster Subject: Pledgemaster 2 Recognize yourself as one of my cocksuckers in my stories? Contact me. This story is written by an 18yo fag that was visiting campus as a HS senior. I borrowed a car, picked him up, and throatfucked him. He *loved* that i was straight and in a fraternity. He was too shy at the time to tell me that I was going too easy on him. One of my biggest regrets is that I didn't absolutely destroy him. Here's what he wrote: ----- I was standing outside the gas station in the wind and cold. He was on his way, when he pulled up I could barely make out his face. All I knew was he was straight, dominant, in a frat, and had a huge cock. He told me to get in, and just gave me a look. A look that told me I was pathetic, that he was superior, and that he had no issue with using me. I said "Hello Sir. " He stared and looked angry, "I want to suck your big dick with my faggot mouth" I whimpered realizing how dumb I had been. He chuckled as he drove away and said "we'll see faggot, we'll see..." I asked if he had jerked off and he said yes. "I wish I had been there to taste it" I said, he laughed again and teased me "It shot all the way across the room, I think some is still left on the carpet." My mouth suddenly started to water thinking about his cum on the floor. I blurted out "I would lick your cum off anything." He didn't believe me but I wasn't lying. We drove a short while and he said nothing to me. We arrived and parked on the street. I stared at him, he looked at me with eyes bulging and just uttered "fucking faggot, you want my straight dick don't you?" I began to beg for it and grovel like the little cocksucking faggot I was. He pulled his pants down to reveal it. Not even half hard it was one of the biggest dicks I had ever seen. I asked if I could suck it, he said no and said "lick my nuts you fag." I buried my face in his nuts and felt his hand push down on the back of my head. "Lick them fag. Use your entire tongue" he said and I continued to lick them. He had taken a shower but they still tasted of sweat and damp water, delicious. He had really hairy nuts and as I licked them some of his pubic hair got stuck in my teeth but I kept going. He was texting this whole time and said nothing to me. I propped myself up with my left hand on the car seat as I was in the passenger side and he was sitting in the in the drivers seat. After propping my head up he slapped me and shoved my arm behind my back "hands behind your back fag." In this position with no support I was straining my neck to reach his balls. As I continued to slobber them he kept uttering things under his breath like "fucking fag" and "stupid slut". I kept licking his balls and a car drove by. He grabbed my hair and shoved my face down and told me to suck on them. As the car drove past us I opened my mouth wide to let his low-hanging balls plop in. I swirled my tongue around them to get a good taste. I really wanted to suck his dick and had been working his balls for so long I was hungry for it. But he kept holding my head down on his balls so I could only breathe out of my nose. "Yeah use that tongue faggot, lick my balls" he said. Next he took his hand and plugged my nose shut between his two fingers allowing me to get no air. I continued to lick and hold my breath. I started to get dizzy and lightheaded. I whimpered and as another car went by he pushed my head down farther and squeezed my nose even tighter and said "shut up faggot." After the car passed he let go and I gasped for air. As I was beginning to recuperate he grabbed his now massive hard dick and slapped me right across the face with it multiple times. I lowered my head so he could get a better aim and slap me harder. I loved how much it hurt. "Lick it" he said I immediately went to lunge on it, he slapped me with his hand "no don't suck, lick you dumb fag, lick the length of it." I did as I was told and licked his giant cock up and down, from the head to the base. He continued having me lick it and it just made me want to put it in my mouth. I began to whimper like a little bitch and he laughed out loud. He slapped my face again with his dick. he squeezed out some precum and said "here I have something for you, taste that." I licked it up, it was salty and thick but I loved it, I wanted more. He slapped me again, this time very hard across the cheek, "what do you say faggot?" "thank you Sir, thank you so much for letting me taste your precum" I said. He smirked, "lick my balls fag" he said. I went back down to the balls, upset I didnt get his cock. After a while he started to slap my face with his big cock and rub spit and pre cum all around my face. He poked my eye with his meat and smeared his pre cum in my eye and laughed at me. Finally he let me put his monster in my mouth. I tried to shove my head down and my throat would stretch painfully as I felt his huge straight cock force deeper into my throat. He was tearing my throat up and I felt it getting sore. But I didn't dare stop. I couldn't throat it completely, but I kept trying. I loved every minute like the good queer I was. He had one hand forcing my head down and the other was checking his phone. His huge cock plopped out of my mouth and I asked "are you gonna take pictures?" "I'm thinking about it fag" he said "shut up and and suck it" he said as he forced my head all the way down and I gagged uncontrollably. It was too much and I felt throat juice shoot out of me and drip out of my mouth. He sighed, "lick it up fag" disappointed, I began to lick it back off his cock and crotch into my mouth. I continued lick his hairy balls clean making sure to clean off all his pubes. I was exhausted and didn't know how much more I could take. "like that fag? I'm just getting started" he laughed. I felt tears drip down my face mixing with the congealed cum. It was like he could read my mind and knew exactly what to say to degrade me. I was at my end but he was just getting started. He was a straight alpha frat God and knew I was his to use. "Keep sucking fag" he said and grabbed my hair again pushed my head down to his balls. Then he grabbed my hair and shoved my head back down on his cock not giving me any breaks. I almost took it all the way down but my throat was closed "open up fag" he growled and began to pummel-fuck my throat. It was way too big and my throat was in agonizing pain from the obscene stretching it was being put through. "Yeah fag. I'm going to make it hurt you fucking queer faggot" he continued as he kept throat fucking me. At this point snot and tears were dripping all down my face and he pulled his cock out and began to face slap me again. "Lick my balls" and as I ran my tongue up and down them he held his cock up to my face and said "say cheese homo" and snapped a photo. He then had me suck him again and grabbed my hair and snapped more pics of my cocksucker mouth drooling on his huge straight cock. "I want your cum" I begged, my voice horse from the abuse my vocal chords were taking. But he wasn't even near cuming. He was just getting started. "Well you gotta start working for it dumb bitch" he said as he face slapped me. He treated me like everything I had to give was not even a warm up for him. And he was right. My mind was swimming with praise for him. "Straight. Frat. Godcock. Alpha. Superior. Man." I began to gag on him again repeatedly and again felt myself almost puke but I swallowed it back up. He laid back as I choked myself on his cock. I was beyond exhausted, but to him i was being lazy. Another car drove by and he shoved my head all the way down, so deep that I couldn't get any air, even through my nose. I was on the verge of gagging up throat juice and couldn't breathe. The car was driving by slowly and when it finally passed he somehow shoved his cock further down my throat. Time lost meaning. I spent forever gagging on his cock, worshiping it. Finally he pulled his huge cockhead from my mouth, and pushed my head down to put my mouth on his balls, and grabbed his thick girth and began to stroke. His knuckles were hitting my face and it hurt but I said nothing. I just kept sucking his balls. I could tell he liked hurting me, so I moved my head where his knuckles hit me hardest. He snickered at my subservience. Finally he grabbed my hair and I knew this was my moment that I had been waiting for all night, he shoved my head on his cock and pulled my hair harder as he shot his hot salty cum into my mouth. When the intense pumping subsided, he let go and I continued to milk every last drop out, I couldn't get enough. When I finished I looked up at him covered in slobber and tears and opened my mouth to show his cum filling my fag mouth. He just looked at me like I was the dumbest cocksucker ever for not automatically knowing what to do and said "swallow it." I did know what to do, like any good fag would, but his cum was delicious and I thought it would impress him. It didn't. I was just a cum receptacle. He slapped my face as I forgot to thank him. I wanted to suck it again but my mom was expecting me back before 12. We drove off and I begged him to send me the pics before he dropped me off still with a taste of cum in my mouth. ---- The cocksucker sent me this story shortly after I destroyed his throat. He said he regretted not begging me to be more aggressive. ("I wish you had forced me to choke on your dick all over again even though I had to go. I wish you would have said "fuck no fag, unless you wanna walk home in the rain suck it again"") I love making my cocksuckers write me stories about our encounters. It forces them to re-live how they suffered for my pleasure, which is just another power trip for me. It also gives me insight into the fag brain and how I can manipulate them better. BTW - I brought the car back to the fraternity house and the Brother who owned it complained it smelled like sex.

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Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2024 15:01:36 -0700 From: Frat Pledgemaster Subject: Pledgemaster 1 I was the Pledgemaster in my college fraternity. I had a group of studs willing to do anything I said to get into the fraternity. I can tell some of you fags are already drooling in envy. I never thought of them in any sexual way, though. That would just be weird. Really I spent most of my time trying to prevent them from doing something stupid, and the actives from telling them to do something stupid. I found out later that lots of fags have this fantasy of being hazed like a pledge joining a fraternity. I also found out that I could use my experience to make their fantasy real when I wasn't getting my dick sucked enough by whatever sorority sluts were around. So here are some of those stories. I had many of the cocksuckers write out what happened, so those stories are obviously from their pov. I'm putting these out in no particular order. I've changed a few things for various reasons, but these stories are all based on real events. Some are even written by the cocksuckers that had the privilege of gagging on my cock. You can contact me at fratpledgemaster /at/ gmail.com --------- There was this guy who found me online. Dark hair and eyes, maybe 6ft, with a muscular build. He had sucked my cock several times. And now he wanted it again. Of course he did. The cocksuckers who could withstand the pain and gagging my cock caused for long enough to make me cum always wanted it again. At least once the soreness subsided after a few days. He said he wanted to look hot for me, and asked if he could wear a suit and tie. I said shirt and tie, but no jacket. He got to campus surprisingly fast. I remarked about it. "I basically floored it the whole way here, Sir. I want that cock so bad." I chuckled. As usual, I sat in the drivers seat of his car and he sat in the passenger seat. It was part of the power trip to make fags come to me. Why would I waste my time when cocksuckers should be servicing me? It's not my job to warn up or cool down a car on a cold/ hot day. The fag should have it ready for me. Plus I'm not about to let a cocksucker's slobber drip off my magnificent cock and soak into my seats. It's the bitch's job to deal with the mess. Anyway... His muscles filled out his shirt completely. He was definitely trying to impress me. The hard work he put in at the gym was not for him, not to get chicks, but to show me he was willing to do for my cock. I started driving to his place and he bent over and put his face in my crotch. He inhaled deeply and let out a slow contented sigh. I chuckled at how pathetic he was. "Sir, thank you, Sir." He continued inhaling to get more of my scent. "Sir, my head is already spinning just from your intoxicating, Alpha scent, Sir. I am so honored that you would let a lowly cocksucker like me even be this close to your cock, Sir. The smell of your sweaty balls tells me you are a man and I am not, Sir." I reached down and managed to grab his tie and pull, until his face was mashed in my crotch. He inhaled, shuttered, and pressed his face into my crotch even harder. I could feel his hot breath through the fabric. I let him stay in that position. I loved how powerful i felt having another man lust over even just my ball sweat. I was pretty sure this fag had military experience, based on how he addressed me, and more than sure he would do anything I ordered him to do. He craved my superiority, my selfishness, and my total control over him. He was muscular and hot, and could have easily taken control of any situation, but with me he craved subservience. I told him to get my cock and balls out. After he did, I grabbed my cock so he wouldn't be able to suck it. His body noticeably reacted when my cock was put off limits. He knew I'd make him work for it. "Sir, may I please taste your perfect balls, Sir? " "Get in there, bitch." My right hand was still on the steering wheel, so I used my elbow as a little encouragement. He remembered what I liked and made long, slow licks with his entire tongue. He made sure to get every single square inch of my nuts. By this time I could smell my manly balls and his minty breath. I relaxed and enjoyed myself as I continued driving. A muscular military stud was doing his best to worship my musky nuts and eager to obey any order from me. It just felt right. As a superior Alpha man, I deserved this. When we got close to his place, he had me park down the street. Apparently there was a car on his driveway that he thought would be gone. Not a problem for me. I just leaned the seat back in the dark, quiet car and enjoyed mistreating my cocksucker now that I didn't have to drive. I grabbed his hair tightly and moved his head so his tongue was exactly where I wanted it on my balls. I let my heavy cock lay on his face. This excited him. He knew i wouldn't let him have it in his mouth yet, but he started trying to move his head around the little bit he could so that my cock was rubbing his face. Fuck, this fag really wanted my cock. He even started to whimper. I pulled his tie out of his collar and basically started using it as a leash. I pulled his head away from my crotch. He was staring with determination at my cock, yearning to stretch his lips around my pole. "Do you want it, fag?" "Sir. Yes, Sir," he said and tried to pull against the leash. I pulled back harder. "Doesn't seem like you really want it." I pulled him back further. "Choke yourself, bitch. Prove you'll do whatever it takes to worship my cock." He pulled harder and I kept his face away with my left hand, and moved my right hand so it was holding the tie right on his neck. I looped it around my hand and started to choke him hard. His face began turning red, then purple, and started to glisten with sweat. Another fag that wants my perfect cock more than it wants air, I thought to myself. He started to move his hands to pull himself closer, but thought better of it and placed his hands behind his back. I was impressed. "Good job, bitch," i said as I forced his head against the steering wheel a few times as a sort of celebration. I held the loop of the tie in my right hand and grabbed his hair with my left, maneuvering his head right in front of my cock. There was a drop of precum at the tip that he was desperately trying to reach with his tongue. "Want it?" I taunted. He responded only with moans and grunts as he struggled -- and I mean struggled -- to lick up my cum. He wanted it so bad he was already sweating from exertion. I relented a little and he instantly licked up my precum. He relaxed and a look of pure bliss washed over his face. I was furious. He had forgotten a rule I gave him the first time we met. I slapped his face as hard as I could, slammed his head against the wheel, and practically shouted in anger, "Stupid faggot!" His regret was instant. "Sorry, Sir. Thank you, Sir. You have given me the gift of your God nectar and I should be thankful, Sir!" God nectar... that one was creative. He quickly corrected, "Sir, I *am* thankful, Sir. Your seed is precious, and I am honored to even taste it, Sir." I didn't feel like letting this one go. I was high on a power trip and I liked treating him (it?) as subhuman. "Dumb bitch! I drove all this way, and let you worship my nuts the entire time... but when I hardly even begin to give you the privilege of worshiping my big cock, you FUCK IT UP!" I pulled his hair hard and his face cringed in pain. His arms almost moved from their place behind his wide, muscular back, now wet with sweat, but he held himself back. He had displeased the Alpha, he knew he deserved punishment, and that the slap and hair pulling would only be the beginning. I put his head against the bottom of the steering wheel and sat back in the chair in disgust. The cocksucker dared not move. His face scrunched up in fear and tears started flowing from his eyes. I smirked and almost laughed at how pathetic this fag was. I decided to toy with his weak fag brain. I just sat there and looked at him. I admired him... well not him, but the way I had made him. I guess I was really admiring myself actually. I was his Superior, better than him in every way. I had complete power and control. He had none. My life was whatever I wanted it to be, and his was nothing but service and self-degredation. He was in debt to me on a sexual level because he was my faggot. A few moments of him frozen in place, sniffling, went by. He slowly opened his eyes. He was expecting harsh punishment without warning, but I just stared at him blankly. The uncertainty of what was happening clearly terrified him. Why wasn't I doing something. Shouldn't I be punishing him? Was the delay because I was angrier than he thought? Was i holding back because I was going to be extra harsh? Not knowing the punishment became the punishment. He snuck a peek out the front window, saw the car was gone, and said, "Sir, Let's go inside so i can serve you properly." Inside i let him worship my meat. He had definitely gotten better than he was in pervious cock worship sessions. He was able to take my cock further, but still had trouble with his gag reflex. He eagerly accepted all the criticism and corrections i gave him, both verbal and physical. I enjoyed being me: Big dick alpha with a cocksucker spending hours worshiping my thick cock. Eventually, it was clear I had destroyed his throat and it wouldn't get any better at sucking until I let him heal. So I basically kicked him in the throat and told him he no longer had permission to touch my cock. He lunged back to my crotch and worshiped my balls like his life depended on it. This military man was a great faggot. He knew the hierarchy and his place in it. It was simply fact that my cock was superior, and it was his duty to service it, even to his own detriment. My momentary pleasure was more important. Truth. No doubt about it. I grabbed my cock and started jerking it while my balls felt like they were in heaven. I started to cum. First volley rocketed over fags head and landed clear across the room on the floor and wall. He changed his angle so I was aiming right at him. Second volley had so much power it literally ricochet off his face, nearly hit the ceiling, and spattered on the floor. He was so shocked and mad to have missed so much cum already that he just shoved my pole into his mouth. Fuck he was so eager for my nut. Couldn't swallow fast enough and started to gag and cough; so he cupped his hand against his chin to catch what was spilling out. I was laughing too hard at how pathetic he was to care about the cum he didn't swallow. We heard a car pull into the driveway. He gently and thoroughly licked me completely clean, then gently tucked my still rock hard cock back into my shorts and boxers like if was a priceless treasure. We went back outside, passing his wife, I'm guessing. I drove back to campus while he used his tongue to worship my cock and balls. I parked on campus and he continued until I nutted again. He swallowed every drop, and again gently put my rock hard penis away. Then he grabbed it from the outside, and stared intensely at my crotch. This fag wanted more. Unfortunately for him it was like 4am and I had things to do. "CYa," I said and got out of the car, and walked back to my fraternity house. I could feel his eyes staring at me with envy and lust. What a fag. I looked at my phone when I got to the house. He had already texted me, thanking me profusely. He loved the taste of my cum and wouldn't brush his teeth for fear of losing it. Fuck, I'm the best, I said to myself.

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Date: Mon, 16 Sep 2024 19:05:33 -0700 From: Fin Subject: Fall of the Tower 6 Fall of The Tower 6 by Fin Check out my website for more art, games, or to Request a Short Story of your own! finslandofgayart.blogspot.com How long The Tower was made to cum from the stimulator hugging his raw engorged cock, he would never know, his mind consumed with the overwhelming need for the sex his body had been denied for so long. Over and over his aching manhood was agonizingly forced to squirt out his ball's syrupy contents, depriving the hero of the hormones that had granted him his invulnerability his whole life. The 8 foot tall naked muscled giant writhed in horrible pleasure, grunting and groaning on the floor beneath his captors, both for his ordeal to end, and for it to go on indefinitely. "Fuuuuck me," The Tower moaned as his cum soaked, now completely smooth frame spasmed once more as he experienced yet another soul draining release. The hero had no idea where he was, or even whom he was. The only thing that compelled him now was the drive to orgasm again, and again, while staring at the beautiful soldiers that stood above him, laughing and taunting at his sorry predicament. Eventually hungry, dripping cocks found their way into his mouth, and the hero thought that maybe this was in fact the happiest he had ever been! Slurping their greasy lengths down his throat, The Tower relished their taste and texture as his tongue swirled around their shafts. Pleasing these men, gave the demolished stud more satisfaction than he had ever even close to have achieved through his once daring heroics! Once the soldiers in the underground facility had realized the defeated hunk was now too out of it to pose any further danger, they had started to line up to have a go at his mouth. One after the other, they face fucked the cum glistening muscled hunk roughly, pistoning their steel hard erections balls deep into his esophagus before unloading their manly spunk deep into his stomach. The Tower had never felt full from a meal before in his life. But now the man felt as if his tummy would burst, such was the amount of semen sloshing around inside him! Yet still he had to have more, greedily sucking down every last drop of cum that was squirted into or around his mouth. He had never before eaten anything that even remotely tasted so delicious, and begged for more as soon as one man was done unloading his balljuices inside him. On his hands and knees, with his muscled sweaty butt raised into the air, it had not taken long for his rapists to try and fuck his other hole. But much to their chagrin, The Tower's still ample invulnerability kept his anal sphincter clamped shut to all foreign invaders. Even when using a high powered cattle prod, the soldiers could not zap open the tightly closed anus! It seemed as if the horny men would have to continue to wait before getting a turn at his hole! But The Doctor, whom had been content to just sit at his desk, and only observe the rape orgy from a distance, knew that this was the perfect opportunity to break the super hunk's mind ever further. "Oh Tower," said The Doctor strolling into view as the muscled giant continued to slurp on the cock in front of him, the hero's eyes craning upward to see the large bald man standing above him, gloating. "I see you've been enjoying our fine dining," laughed the mad scientist as cum spilled from the debased man's lips. The Tower only groaned at the horrible truth, shame alone inducing another mighty orgasm from his swollen phallus. "But you see these nice gentlemen behind you, also have needs," continued The Doctor with a sinister smile. "Don't you want to make them happy Tower?" The defeated hero was horrified to find himself nodding slowly in agreement, as he still continued to suck on the leaking cock inside his mouth. "Then why don't you make it easier on them Tower? Why don't you open your hole for these real men to fuck you like the bitch you are? I bet giving in will make you feel real nice Tower. Really nice indeed." The Doctors words were somehow very convincing to the fuck addled superhunk, and with all his confused horny concentration, the man flared his anal ring wide! A cock was shoved up his rear end instantaneously! The Tower's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his prostate sent arcs of electricity up his spine, as the dick in his ass hammered it repeatedly without mercy. Over and over. The hero's jaw went slack as his own manhood was forced into stuttering orgasm with each thrust of the man behind him. The horny naked man in front of him though did not appreciate the lack of attention! "Fucking bitch!" the soldier spat furiously, "Do I have to do everything myself!" The man grabbed The Tower by his ears, then began to rabbit hump his greasy rod maniacally down the hero's throat. The semen drenched massive giant was being spit roasted! And the defeated dogooder couldn't have been happier for it! The Doctor had been right! Fucked from both ends, The Tower's mind could not get enough of the shameful degradation! Kneeling before his enemies! Taking their cocks any way he could! Debasing himself with each opportunity The Doctor offered! Whatever the evil genius had done to the hero's mind, it was his own will to choose to continue to obey his captors. Nothing before or ever would again give the poor stud so much pleasure! On and on for hours, the tremendous orgy continued inside the underground facility, with The Tower growing ever weaker by the minute as he continued to service every cock that was presented to his mouth or ass. Eventually The Doctor's instruments indicated that the time had come for the final part of his dastardly plan! A piston like device was wheeled up adjacent to The Tower's crotch, holding a huge hypodermic needle directly to the man's balls. Grabbing the man by his cum dripping blonde hair (the only hair left on his whole body), The Doctor looked directly into the horny weary man's eyes. "It's time Tower," said the scientist gently. "It's time to give up your charade of being a man, let alone a hero." Gesturing to the device aimed at the muscle hunk's nuts, The Doctor continued. "Inside that needle is a mutagen powerful enough to finish the job, Tower. To end your sorry excuse of masculinity once and for all." Playfully petting the horny man's damp forehead, The Doctor knew his time of victory was now at hand! "Doesn' that sound nice Tower? To no longer be a man?" The hero groaned in heat. The erotic feelings swelling inside him from even thinking such thoughts dooming him to what was to come. "It will only take one more release, slave. One more climax, and you won't have to worry about manhood ever again." The Doctor ordered the guards away from the hero, leaving him unfucked for the first time in hours. Still on his hands and knees, The Tower searched the madman's face for what to do next. "I want you to will yourself to your last orgasm Tower. I want you to cum from only your desire to lose. To never have a cock again!" The hero's mind ached from yet another terribly humiliating task from The Doctor, but his body urged him to obey nonetheless. He couldn't do it could he? He couldn't give in to this final demand! It was just too far. But something inside the hunk, knew he was too horny to care anymore. It must be done! Deep down, he wanted to know how good it felt to lose so irrevocably so! Scrunching his face in concentration, the once invincible hero tried to cum from using only his will alone. The defeated man began to breathe heavily. He thought of hairy ballsacks. He thought of rigid cocks. He thought of sticky wet semen. The Tower's tower began to tremble one last time. He thought of Nathan Quick's attractive lithe form. He thought of the guard's powerful strong muscles. He thought of The Doctor's huge bulging weight. The Tower's seed began to rise inside the length of his member, the outside still endlessly stimulated by the electric bristles whirring around it. And finally the hero thought of himself. Once so hairy, now cum soaked and smooth. Once so mighty, now begging to serve the men around him. Once a Tower, now only a lowly bitch. The studly hero came one last time! The needle punctured his skin as his power's waned just enough to ensure his defeat. And the mutagen was injected inside. The Tower screamed. He had never felt such pain! His cock, his manhood, felt as if on fire! The flesh undulated. Contracted. Quivered. Until in only a few mere moments, his dick was gone. In its place was now a pussy! A mancunt. Nothing but another hole to be fucked. The bitch that had once been The Tower could only stare at his new pussy at it continued to belch out the last of the remaining cocksnot that had ended its own existence. The Doctor knew it was now time to take his turn with the slave. Disrobing, the obese scientist's own hefty cock was finally let free, waggling into the view of the man whom now had none. With his soldier's holding the bitch upright, The Doctor stepped forward, his manhood entering the slut's new cunt as he did. The new cunted bitch started to quake in ecstasy as his new pussy wrapped around the fat cock of The Doctor. Nothing the once-man had ever felt before had ever felt so good! His new cunt felt better than his defeated cock ever did, and the bitch knew he had finally found his place in the world. Not as a hero, but as a cum coated, cunted slave. Pussy juices dripped down the giant's muscular legs as his body was to be wracked by endless waves of orgasms, as long as any cock was inside it. "Enjoying being my slave, cuntboy?" queried The Doctor with a horrible grin. "I made sure your new pussy would give you thousands of time more pleasure than your pathetic cock ever could." With The Doctor's greasy fat pole wedged deep inside him, the new bitch could only continue to quiver in ecstasy at the man whom had so thoroughly defeated the man no one had thought could be. His powers were now forever gone. The bitch would never be The Tower again. The Doctor's fuck was slow and steady. A victory lap for the ages. With every thrust of the fat man's hips, his wide sausage would ram into the squishy went cunt of his new conquest, sending the defeated dogooder spiraling in waves of ecstasy. Drool spilled from the once-man's mouth as his body adapted itself lovingly to its new form. Eventually The Doctor came, unloading his victorious semen inside his new slave. As he felt the sickly wet feel of cum flood into his new cavity, the never-hero felt his new cunt contort and undulate as it milked the phallus inside it for all it was worth. Still not quite done with his victim, the sadistic doctor had one last gift for the vanquished hero. "I want you to understand cuntslave. That this is what you are to me. That this is what you are to these men. And that the world will watch what has become of you, as you cum from what I am about to do next." With The Doctor's manhood still inside the slave's new pussy, the triumphant man began to urinate a whole bladders worth of piss deep inside his defeated foe. Feeling the hot golden liquid gush into his cunt, the manbitch's eyes grew wide in terrible overloaded shame. It burned the sensitive interior linings of his newest hole, and sent the bitchman over the edge once more into quaking, visible orgasms. The Doctor leaned forward and kissed his victim as he continued to piss inside the defeated hero. The evil scientist had been true to his word. Videos of The Tower's loss circled the globe within hours. And the criminal organization that had arranged his defeat was free to terrorize the world once more. The legend of The Tower was forever shattered! Not a soul alive could think of what had happened to the hero, and think of him in respect or adulation. The manliest man alive, had in the end, been nothing but a cuntbitch. The man had begged for it. The man had whined for it. And finally, the man had not been a man any longer. No one knew exactly what became of both him, and his sidekick next. Eventually other videos surfaced. Of Nathan Quick being forced to fuck his best friend's vagina. Of them both serving the cocks of the criminal men whom had thwarted them both so thoroughly. Of them making out with each other, drenched in the semen of the truer men whom had so unquestionably won. The Tower had fallen. -Fin

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Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2024 18:30:32 -0700 From: Fin Subject: Fall of the Tower 5 Fall of The Tower 5 by Fin Check out finslandofgayart.blogspot.com for more art, games, and to request a Free Erotic Short Story of your own! The Tower was freed from the steel chair, and unceremoniously thrown to the cement floor. The weakened superhero could hardly move. He had never felt like this before! Had he just cum!? The man had honestly thought he would die before he ever experienced a real orgasm! And when he now had, it had felt just as wonderful as he had always imagined! And now, equally just as terrible as well! It was not some blonde bombshell with whom The Tower had finally gotten his rocks off with! But instead with Nathan Quick! A man! His sidekick! His friend! The manly hero felt sick. Sick and weak! And what were these other feelings too? Was that... cold? Were those... hands!? The Tower opened his eyes to see a score of armored men staring down at him, holding his body stretched wide by each limb. "Quickly! Test him! Test him now!" ordered The Doctor! The weakened hero heard the sound of sheers engaged, before seeing giant spinning diamond blades descend toward his body. And then the procedure was over! And one of the soldiers was holding a handful of The Tower's pubic hair! Nothing should have been able to cut those locks! But here they now were, free from The Tower's body entirely! The Doctor's trick had worked! The man's orgasm had indeed drained his mighty powers! The Tower was now vulnerable! For his own part, the manly stud could only stare in mounting fear at the fistful of hair that had once belonged to him! Never in all his years had the hero once felt in danger before! But the mad doctor had actually done it! The Tower was invincible no more! "YES!" cried out The Doctor, gleefully. "I've done it!" All his years of work had finally come to fruition, and the great hero he had been sent to defeat, was now faltering before him! "Attach the stimulator! Do it now!" screamed The Doctor becoming manic at his near victory! "No... no more...." slurred The Tower as he watched a metallic tube fitted over his still wet and throbbing manhood. Once the device had fully engulfed the man's cock, an airtight seal could be heard hissing, as it glued itself to the hero's groin. "Yes more, Tower! More and more!" taunted The Doctor! "Your body is now weakened, but it has so much farther to go! The evil scientist then reached down and twerked the captive soldier's nipples once more! This time, the hero flinched and bucked his hips upwards! "Arrgggh" yelled out the beautiful hunk at being manhandled so by The Doctor's vile fat greasy hands. "And your mind Tower! Your mind is in a state of flux!" continued to explain the madman. "I no longer need your sidekick to create your homosexual urges! I can grow them inside you with just a flick of a button!" The Doctor once again thumbed his remote, and the transuniversal rays once more bombarded the hero's mind! The men holding him down started to become agonizingly beautiful! Their thick jaws! Their strong hands! The bulges at their crotches! The Tower remembered what he had felt with Nathan now returning! He wanted these men! He wanted to suck them into his mouth! He wanted them inside him! "Noooo," moaned the superhunk as he felt his libido returning once more! "When I'm threw with you Tower, it won't matter that you will be a helpless weakling!" taunted The Doctor. "Because I am going to convert you into the most submissive faggot the world has ever seen!" The stimulator around The Tower's cock whirred to life, and tiny metal bristles along its inner lining began to spin around the fleshy spear held inside it! "Aaaaaa!" screamed the hero as he felt his own cock pleasured for the first time in his life! But this was no common jerkoff device attached to his dick! The metallic bristles were electrified as well, and as they rotated around the man's sensitve phallus, they shocked his manly glans oh so horrifically exquisitely. "Your body will not be given the chance to recover Tower!" laughed The Doctor as he watched the defeated man writhe on the cement floor beneath him. "We will milk you until there's not a drop left of your manly seed in those soon to be useless balls of yours!" The Tower could only watch as his precious manhood was stimulated red and raw inside the device, while the men above him grew more attractive by the second! Sex! The hero had had no idea! He wanted it now! He hated it now! He groaned for it more! "And this is going to be the most fun part, Tower. In order to fully imprint your mind with your new sexuality, these men are going to humliate and disgust you beyond your wildest nightmares! And you are going to get off to every last second of it!" The Tower was horrified to find himself drooling as the men holding him down began to disrobe, until they too were as equally nude as their hostage! They were so muscular! So hairy! So manly! The Tower groaned once again in a sexual hunger now far beyond that of a normal human. He wanted these men so badly! He wanted them in ways he could not describe! He wanted them on him! In him! To bind him! To twist him! To break him! "OH FUCK!" bellowed the hapless hero as he shuddered in need, his eyes glued to the faces and bodies of his manly captors. And then their hands were on their cocks. And then their cocks were being jerked! And then long sticky strands of precum began to drip onto his prone body! "Ugh Ugh Ugh!" grunted the hero as their disgusting slop began to cover his muscular form. His cock though surged in the stimulator at his groin, shocked by the brushes into a constant painful arousal! The flurry above him was hypnotizing to the defeated hero! Their cocks looked so delicious! The ooze spilling from them, even more so! His eyes darted from dick to dick, over and over again, memorizing their beautiful forms, remembering their unique features. Long ones, short ones, fat ones, flared ones... all so enticing in their own individual way! Ever more spit began to drool down his chin! And then one came, shooting it's syrupy load all across The Tower's sweaty wet skin. The feel of one of his conqueror's slimey seed splashing across his frame, sent the poor hero into sexual overload, and the man bucked wildly as his cock erupted inside the stimulator around it. "Aaaaaaaaaaa!" yelled The Tower as he once again felt the ecstasy of release, for the second time in his life. Every drop of his manly spunk was immediately sucked away down a long tube, removing his hormone laden semen as far from his body as far as The Doctor could manage! Then that terrible weakness! That horrible erotic vulnerability! The cement beneath him felt colder! The hands holding him felt rougher! The viscous seed congealing on his muscles all the more grosser! "No more!" cried out The Tower, once again reduced to begging. It was all too much! The need inside him was still growing! The stimulator around his cock still spinning! The defeated superhero began to vibrate on the floor beneath the soldiers, his muscles spasming as the man's breaking mind lost control of his body entirely. The stimulation was just too much! And then another guard came! And then another! Over and over the prone body of The Tower was pelted with the sticky wet semen of the men standing above him, until his furry frame was quite literally drenched in their manly seed. But The Doctor was not quite done with The Tower yet! He wanted the defeated soldier to feel and know how much these men had personally destroyed the hero! Several more guards approached the cum sloppy hunk, this time holding diamond razor blades. First spreading the viscous goo deliciously over The Tower's sensitive glistening muscles, they next began to shave him of his manly body hair. The hero's eyes grew wide! What were they doing to him!? "I want you to know Tower, that as you watch these men remove the fur that has made you a real man, that I intend to ensure that it will never regrow again!" laughed The Doctor. "Such will be how weak your body will become, once I am done with you!" The Tower's head tossed side to side as he felt the agonizingly cold touch of the diamond razors scour his cum wet skin of the body hair that had adorned it his whole life! He would look like a woman! They were stealing his manliness! Destroying his ego in another clever stroke of domination genius from the mad doctor! The Tower's cock blossomed with his seed once more, as his brain began to embrace the erotic destruction forced upon his body! Weaker still! Wetter still! Hornier ever more! Until finally the convulsing hero was as smooth as a bitch, his glistening muscles still damp with the semen of his destroyers! The Doctor's laughter echoed throughout the underground chamber long into the night.

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Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2024 16:04:48 -0700 From: Fin Subject: Fall of the Tower 2 Fall of The Tower 2 by Fin Check out my website finslandofgayart.blogspot.com for art, games, or to request a Free Short Story of your own! "Activate the Neural Network!" called out The Doctor to his henchmen, and a slew of activity began at once. Levers pulled. Buttons pressed. Switches switched. The wall of electronics in front of The Tower whirred into humming, blinking life. The Doctor's mad experiment had now officially started! "You're crazy if you think you can break The Tower!" yelled out the bound hero as he watched the flurry of activity dedicated to his defeat. "When you're dealing in the realm of alternate universes Tower, I think you'll find that sanity is a yoke that must be shed!" grinned the fat scientist as he twerked one of the muscular hero's round fleshy nipples. The Tower, feeling none of the manipulations, continued to stare his enemy down. "Do your worst, Doctor!" "Don't worry, Tower. I will!" The Doctor then once again turned to his henchmen. "Is the other prisoner ready?" "Yes, Sir... we are ready to begin on your orders!" The other prisoner? The Tower had no idea whom that could be! Then a dormant neuron, asleep due to The Doctor's devices, finally fired, and the giant soldier remembered. Remembered what he had been doing, and remembered whom he had been with! Nathan! Nathan Quick! The Tower's best friend! The Tower's sidekick! The two of them had been on a mission together, infiltrating a criminal arms syndicate. Nothing had been out of the ordinary though, and the stealth operation was going exactly as planned. That was until the pair had reached their destination. An unmarked warehouse that was to store the weapons of mass destruction. "There's nothing here Tower! What gives!?" exclaimed the cute 20 year old soldier to his friend. The warehouse was empty. It took The Tower only a moment to realize what was going on. "Nathan! Run! It's a....." WHAM! But the trap had already sprung before the hero could finish his words. A burst of localized energy had condensed itself around the two from a universe outside our own. Nathan, having no superpowers himself, besides his own innate athletic agility, was knocked out cold immediately. The Tower, meanwhile, staggered to his knees, his vision swimming before him. Little did the hero know that The Doctor had just utilized several million ion batteries worth of stored electricity in one massive blow in order to incapacitate the mighty hero. A gamble that had to work, or the scientist's own life would be in peril. And a gamble that had worked indeed! Within moments a black hood was tied around the heroic giant's head, while his thick muscular arms and legs were tied behind him. The enemy soldiers knew they only had seconds to act, before The Tower would recover! "He's down! I repeat, The Tower is down!" The Doctor had then switched his devices to emit a more calming confusion ray, one that utilized far less energy. "Bring him below. Bring them both below!" Now, in the present, The Tower finally knew the situation. "LET HIM GO!" the naked bound man bellowed with such force that even the confident Doctor took a step backward. The Tower flexed his massive biceps and once more tried to break free of the shackles that held him to the cold steel chair. But it was still no use! His bindings had been created of a titanium alloy that would contract whenever force was applied to it. There was no way the hero could free himself! "How touching," remarked The Doctor with a smirk. "I wouldn't worry too much about your dearest friend though Tower. I have no intention of harming him. Quite the opposite in fact. I'm going to give him what he's always wanted." "And what would that be, you monster!" "You'll see Tower. You'll see." The Doctor then called out to his soldiers once more. "I think it's time to bring in our second guest, gentlemen."

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Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2022 02:48:02 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man With the Jeep, Chapter 37 Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 37 Andrew wasn't sure he heard that correctly: "A what?" "You heard me," John assured him. "Here?" "Well, down at the Jack of Clubs, but yeah." Andrew processed that for a moment. "Do you have a lot of those?" he finally asked. "We have all kinds of things happening all the time. Why? Does it surprise you?" "I guess I hadn't really thought about it. I only knew about the campsites, cabins, and diner, and there's nothing strange about a campground with those." "Not at all," John agreed. "And that was plenty not too long ago, but times are always changing, and we had to diversify." "Into sex parties?" "Why not? Originally, we tried just renting space out to whomever as long as it was legal and didn't include fire or firearms." "Good to know you do have some standards," Andrew commented drily. "Hey!" John protested. "I have high standards, I'll have you know!" "Oh really?" Andrew teased. "Yes, really!" John insisted. "Have you ever seen me cut corners on anything?" "Well, no," Andrew admitted, realizing from John's tone that he had managed to strike a nerve. "Exactly! I do it right or I don't do it at all. That's just how I am. It doesn't matter what it is: business, building, cooking, adventuring, scheduling, whatever. And I most definitely don't put any less heart in it when it comes to relationships, either. Not that I think everything will be roses and butterflies, but I give it my utmost effort in every way. And only with guys who would do the same. That was the first thing about you that caught my interest, you know: your wholeheartedness." He paused for a second. "Okay, actually that was the second thing, because you have the cutest smile I have ever seen. But I can appreciate a smile from a distance if it isn't attached to heart, but yours certainly is! You have no idea how lucky you make me feel to have found you!" Andrew had no idea how to respond to that. His little quip had opened a glimpse into John's workings he hadn't seen before. It also gave him a new perspective into himself (again?!?). He had been so preoccupied with how exhausting life in general was, it never occurred to him that it could be a good thing. He had taken it for granted that everyone cared about things like he did, but after John's comments, he realized that maybe that wasn't the case. That would explain why so many people did so many thoughtless things. He couldn't bring himself to say that out loud, of course, but he suddenly saw it that way quite clearly. If most people literally didn't care, that would go a long way to explaining what he felt was wrong with the world... That was food for later thought though, so he reined himself in from diving any farther down that rabbit hole. "And renting turned into sex parties?" "Well, it turns out that it's hard to get word out about space rentals in the woods. We could do so many different things, but it wasn't cost-effective to advertise every which way, and the only big theme that was easy to focus on was for weddings. After a few months of that, though, we quickly decided it wasn't worth it. So much stress, so many different demands, SO many bridezillas..." he trailed off in memories for a moment before recollecting himself. "Anyway, we decided our peace of mind was worth more than the money we made, and we ditched it. "Meanwhile, an older couple talked us into renting out our barn one weekend for a `private event' as they called it. It was such a hit that they started doing it once a month. Eventually they retired and decided to move to Florida, but it was a regular thing with nicer people, lower stress, and equal money to the weddings, so I decided to take over and keep the thing going on my own." "So it's YOUR sex party?" Andrew asked in surprise. "No," laughed John. "Not really. I mean, I guess it was kind of mine for a while, but now it just kind of runs itself. We have more than enough volunteers from the group that come out to do all the setup, running, and cleaning every time, so there's no need for me to be quite so involved in it anymore if I don't feel like it." "What part do you play in it tonight?" "I just need to double check with Coop to see if he needs any help with the final setup of the place and confirm our new tech guy is also ready to go. Joe vouches for him, so he should be good, but I always double check with new folks." "Joe?" "He's the usual techy, but he's out of town this week. I'm sure you'll meet him before too long." "The way things are going, I don't doubt it," Andrew laughed. They were just coming out of the woods by this time, and the lurching and bobbing of the Jeep settled down to mere jostling as they passed the Quonset hut garage and out to the highway. John turned onto the road and headed toward the main entrance to The Three Jacks. They weren't going fast at all, but Andrew hadn't felt this energized and adventurous on the road before, and he soon figured out why: the Jeep was missing its doors, had the windshield clipped down onto the hood, and it was clearly not made for this kind of travel. The smooth road emphasized all the old workhorse's creaks, rattles, clanks, and general unruliness. As they pulled into the campground, he also realized that the old Jeep had endeared itself to him with its charming lack of pretense. He liked this thing. They rolled up to the office and pulled into a parking spot. John hopped out and looked back at Andrew. "Did you want to come in too?" Andrew hesitated a moment, then shrugged. "Why not?" They walked up the short path with nice little flower gardens on each side and through the inauspicious front door with a large window in it. The interior was just as unassuming as the outside: a simple counter went nearly all the way across the room along the back wall, while a pair of old but comfy-looking chairs, a small table, and a cozy lamp sat on either side of the door under the front picture windows. The chime of the classic little bell above the door was accompanied with a cheerful "Welcome to the Three Jacks!" from behind the counter. "How can I�Oh! Hi Johnny!" "Hey Amanda! How are you doing?" "Just great, thanks!" said the petite brunette before she turned her big brown eyes toward Andrew. "And is this The One?" John chuckled. "Amanda, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend Andrew," he said before turning back to Andrew. "Andrew, Amanda. She is the beautiful face of The Three Jacks." "Flatterer," replied Amanda, her scold sounding empty as she beamed. "She also keeps all the books, since she's the only one around here smart enough to do it." "Oh please, you did just fine before I came along." "We might have done okay, but I guarantee it was way harder for us to do than it is for you." "Whatever," she retorted. "Anyway, Andrew, I am so happy to finally meet you! He talks about you all the time, of course, but it's the way he lights up when he does it that has us all eager to see who's caught his eye. You're a lucky guy, but he may just be luckier," she said with a smile. Despite being taken a little off guard, he still managed a proper "Thank you, it's nice to meet you too, Amanda." "What brings you in?" she said, turning back to John. "Need another cabin?" "You got it." "What if I told you we were all sold out?" "Really?" asked John, clearly surprised. "No, not really, but wouldn't it be nice?" "You're terrible." "No, not really, but why be nice?" She slyly looked around to Andrew. "I've been working on those dad puns he likes to inflict on us," she said in a stage whisper with a twinkle in her eye. John threw up his hands. Amanda turned back to him. "We may not be sold out, but we actually don't have many left to choose from. 9, 12, 14, and 19. Which one would you like?" "Tell you what, since it's only one o'clock, I'll wait. That way we can rent them out if someone wants them. Just leave the key for whichever one in my basket before you leave and I can pick it up. And if all of them go, we can take one of the RVs." He turned back to Andrew. "If that's okay with you, that is. Would you be game to try one of our RVs if the cabins sell out?" "I'm game for whatever," he assured John. "Cool, then it's settled," he said before turning back to Amanda. "Thank you, Amanda." "No problem, Johnny! I will see you later!" "Will do!" "It seems like everyone who works here has a huge personality," Andrew commented after they had left. "Now that you mention it, I guess they do. Maybe that's why I hired them. Hospitality does require friendly and hospitable people, you know." "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Andrew agreed as they clambered aboard the Jeep once again. "So where to now? You have a club to show me?" "In a manner of speaking," John replied cryptically. "Nothing is very straightforward with you, is it?" "I'm always completely honest," John protested. "Sure," Andrew agreed. "Just not very forthcoming." "Maybe..." John said. "I rest my case!" John laughed. Andrew looked at the RV section called "Jack of Spades" with a little more interest as they passed it this time. It wasn't at all the typical parking lot of oversized lanes he was expecting. With all the trees and space between spots along the meandering driveway, it seemed a little more rustic and private than most RV parks he had seen. Not that he was an authority on the matter or anything. He had never actually stayed in one before. Once they passed the camping area, they were in the empty wooded section before the cabins that Andrew remembered from last time. It was in the middle of this that John turned down an unmarked gravel lane to the left that led them into a dense cluster of growth. It was nearly dark under the shade of all the trees, which lent an air of mystery to the expedition. After a short drive, the surroundings opened to a grassy field with a large windowless barn. Any paint it may have had at one time had long since been worn away, leaving the wood raw and weathered. It managed to avoid being scary or decrepit, but had a definite weathered country look to it. "I can see how it might be tough to dress this up for a pretty wedding," Andrew remarked. "Luckily, no one who wanted a "pretty" wedding were interested at all," John chuckled. "Though a few went for the industrial look. Most loved the rustic look." He pulled the Jeep right up to the big door and hopped out. "Princess parking at its finest," Andrew teased. "Well, I do own the place after all," John joked. John reached out and fiddled with the daunting conglomeration of ancient metal that served as bolt and latch with a practiced ease and swung the door open. "Welcome to the Jack of Clubs," he announced with a flourish. Coming in from the bright sunlight, Andrew couldn't see a thing at first. "Master Johnny? Is that you?" came a voice from the gloom that Andrew recognized as Coop's. "Yeah, Coop, it's me," John answered. "What are you doing here? I told you I'd take care of everything." "I know, I just wanted to check in with the sound guy since he hasn't been here before." "He's not here yet, but he should arrive pretty soon." "Fair enough!" As Andrew's eyes adjusted to the dimmer light, he could make out a long folding table and a few chairs. On either end of the table were what appeared to be large glass punchbowls. Behind it all was a wall that seemed to be made from a trellis. It bent around the table and extended all the way to the front wall, forming a semi-circle entry. "Hey Coop," John hollered. "Don't you believe in lights anymore?" "I was checking something and haven't made it back yet. You can turn them on if you want." "Will do!" John said as he walked over to one corner of the room and flipped a big switch to one side. Instantly, the place was brightly lit. Andrew winced as his eyes had to readjust to the sudden brightness. The light confirmed what he had seen before, but now he noticed the fishbowls were full of condoms and little lube packets. Several hooks hung around the trellis, and he realized there was a black curtain behind it that blocked the view beyond. "Come on," John said, gesturing to a doorway to the right. "I'll show you around." John led him through, and in the next room were several benches and short lockers. "Room" might be a bit of an overstatement, as Andrew noticed that most of the walls were simply partitions and not permanent. But on the far side of this changing area was a real wall. It enclosed a large restroom that included sinks, urinals, toilets, and even showers. It was nowhere near as fancy as the outhouse, but it was still pretty nice. "When we decided to go for weddings, we knew we had to have real plumbing brought out here," John explained. "Despite how expensive it was to do, we knew there was no escaping it." "That makes sense," Andrew agreed. "There's another one on the other side that is more or less the same, but intended for women, so more toilets, no urinals, and better lighting around the sinks. No sense in having the ladies fighting over preening space," he said with a wink. John led Andrew through a gap between the permanent wall and the partitions, where Andrew faced what obviously used to be a horse stall. It had an interesting Dutch-style split gate, where the top half could be opened or closed independently from the bottom half. He looked more closely and noticed the top halves were hinged on either side and split down the middle, resulting in a versatile three-way arrangement. A glance to his left revealed that these stalls stretched the entire length of the building. John led him around the corner where he saw a large open room with a small stage in the middle. It was a square about twenty feet long on each side and rose about three feet from the ground, giving the definite impression of a boxing ring without the ropes. Scattered around the stage throughout the space were hay bales as well as some split log benches around the outer edges. It seemed a bit bizarre for anything but a boxing match to Andrew, but he didn't want to sound like a noob, so he didn't ask any questions. They didn't actually go out into that space anyway. Instead, John turned left yet again and took him up a set of stairs to a loft area. There, set up behind a clearly reinforced railing, was a sound board and several monitors. John sat down at the table, and Andrew followed suit. "Ever run one of these before?" he asked. "No," Andrew answered. "Want to learn how?" "I guess..." "It's not hard to learn, really. I think you could be really good at it if you wanted to. It just takes attention to detail and some experience." He proceeded to show Andrew the different functions of the board, what the sliders and dials did, and how the channels were set up. One of the channels was failing sporadically, which John supposed was loose connection somewhere. "There is so much to keep track of," Andrew commented. "Well, yeah, but it isn't as bad as it seems at first," John assured him. "Don't worry, I'm not planning to throw you in the deep end and make you run everything tonight or anything, but trust me, it doesn't take long to get it down." "Okay," Andrew answered dubiously. "What? Are you afraid of a little challenge all of a sudden?" John teased. "No," Andrew laughed. "Just trying to process it all. Give me a minute." John just laughed. "While you're processing, I'm going to see if I can figure out that loose connection." He leaned over the board to make sure the cables were all securely plugged in. They heard some clattering below them as someone fiddled with the door latch before figuring out how to open it. "Hello?" "Hey there," John yelled out. "Are you the sound guy tonight?" "Yeah," came the reply. "I'm Bill." "Come on up, Bill" "Um, sure..." "Oh yeah, you haven't been here before, have you?" "No, I haven't," he answered. "Don't worry, Master Johnny," came Coop's voice. "I'll show him the way." "Thanks, Coop!" Having satisfied himself that the cables were secure on the top end, John crawled under the table to check a couple of buses down below. A few minutes later, Andrew watched Coop and a taller salt-and-pepper haired gentleman come into view from the stairs. John jumped to his feet and reached his hand out to shake before he froze. "Hi," the man said, taking the proffered hand with a little bit of a grin. "Like I said, I'm Bill." It took a second more for John to find his voice. "Mister Fletcher!" ********* I'd love to hear from you if you have any questions or suggestions for where this story should go :)

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Date: Mon, 2 Sep 2024 19:28:40 -0700 From: Fin Subject: Fall of The Tower 1 Fall of The Tower 1 by Fin finslandofgayart.blogspot.com Check out my website for gay art, games, or to request a Free Original Short Story of your own! INTRODUCTION Alone. Naked. Blindfolded. Cuffed to a chair. Surrounded by an impenetrable force field. Deep within the heart of enemy territory. Sure, the situation had never been worse.... but The Tower remained undaunted nonetheless! He was a hero! No, not just a hero... He was The Hero! The unbelievably handsome, incredibly musceled hunk had conquered so many foes that he was a living legend! Every time some evil supervillain, rogue state, or unleashed mutant army threatened the world, The Tower had been there to vanquish them. Over and over again. Until eventually "The Tower" had become a name both revered and hated around the globe. With his dashing good looks, drool worthy built physique, and commanding presence, The Tower was the default hero for every citizen to adore! The man had no equal! So how had he ended up here? In such a dire situation? Actually The Tower couldn't quite remember. And that fact was the first about this predicament that actually had him worried! It was almost as if he was drugged! But that could not be! Such a thing was impossible! Not even a molecule, not even a photon, could penetrate his skin! The Tower was completely impervious to all harm. Invincible from head to toe, the man had never once experienced any sort of pain in all of his 35 years of life. Bullets and bombs... death rays and daggers... no matter what sort of weapon was aimed at his massive 8 foot tall body, all would bounce off his furry frame without leaving nary a nick or a scratch. Invulnerable. Undefeatable. Beyond victorious. So even as he sat naked, chained, hooded, and captive, The Tower was not truly in any real danger! His might powers would keep him totally safe! But as the gorgeous bound invincible man struggled to collect his scattered thoughts, the hero began to feel uncharacteristic foreboding. Eventually the truth became clear, even in this state. Somehow the unthinkable had occured. Somehow his enemies had found a weapon that could breach his awesome defenses! How else could he be so confused? How else could he have no memory!? Feeling unusually frusterated, The Tower called out into the darkness! "I've had enough of this! Show yourselves cowards!" His deep manly voice echoed off the chamber walls around him. "I think you'll find Tower, that you're no longer in any position to be giving orders," came an answer out of the black. "Ever again to anyone, in fact." The Tower growled. He did not like to be taunted. He was a man! A winner! A leader! "Once I'm free of these chains, you won't be so smug, you bastard!" shouted the beautiful manacled hero. "No one can defeat The Tower!" Laughter filled the room, in response. Confident laughter. "No one... until now, Tower!" continued the mysterious voice. "Guards! Remove the prisoner's hood. Let our "hero" look for the first time on the faces of his new masters!" Within seconds the darkness surrounding The Tower retreated into glaring brightness. Blinking his eyes, the handsome hunk was soon able to see once again. The muscular man was chained in the center of a windowless cement room. Only one exit visible. Most likely underground. A room built to withstand a detonation. Or contain one... And more importantly... he was not alone. On the far wall, a row of computer consoles was attached to several dish arrays all aimed in his direction, monitoring every last readout of the hero that his captors could manage. Standing in front of them though, was a large bald man in a lab coat, smiling intensely at his victim. Flanking him on all sides were guards armed to the teeth. Not that their measely weapons could harm The Tower though. "Welcome to your new home Tower!" called out the obese doctor. "I trust you find your new accomodations comfortable, slave." The Tower grimaced in the cold steel chair that held his naked muscular body. While his powers kept the hero safe from harm, he had only been gifted with great strength, not invincible might. He would have to wait for the right moment to attempt an escape. Until then, they were in a standoff, or so the hero thought. "You can't scare me, you criminal, whatever your name is," taunted The Tower back at his foe, "You all look alike to me!" The fat man's smile did not fade in the slightest. "I can only but guarantee you will remember mine, Tower," spoke the doctor. "I am The Doctor." "How original," replied The Tower. "It suits me just fine," said The Doctor in return as he approached the center of the room to stand just outside the thrumming force field. "It does explain how you are in here." The Doctor tapped his skull as he spoke, and grinned once more. The Tower grew angry. "What have you done to me!" the hero growled. "Only what had to be done Tower. Only what had to be done," answered The Doctor. "You've displeased too many for too long, boy. Powerful men. Violent men. It seems that they joined together to form some sort of consortium. One large enough to afford my services." A group of supervillains dedicated just to thwarting him? That was enough to give even The Tower pause. "And what exactly do you do?" The Tower pressed again in search of the reason for how he had been taken captive. "I am particle physicist," smiled the rotund man menacingly. "I know that might not sound too dastardly, but just look what science can do in the right hands." The Doctor gestured to the naked bound hero before him, then continued on. "Your body, the miracle that it is, boy, does not allow foriegn energy to breach beyond its surface," said The Doctor as he thumbed a remote to turn off the force field. "An impenetrable wall to anything in this universe," continued the vile fat man as he rested his sweaty palms on The Tower's muscular shoulders. "But I know of universes far beyond this one, dear boy." The Doctor stared directly down into the hero's eyes. "You could say it's my specialty." Whatever the madman had done, it had worked. The Tower still felt what he thought must have been dizziness, never having felt anything like it before. "With the technology I have developed, I am able to send electromagnetic waves through the dimensional barriers between worlds. And then back again to ours. Anywhere I please. Like inside your brain for example, Tower." So it was true then! The man that could not be harmed... had finally been scratched! "It's going to take more than a fainting spell to stop me, Doctor!" shouted The Tower at his enemy. "Indeed, quite so," said the large bald man with a frown. "Do you know how much power is required to maintain the state you are in?" "A nuclear reactor?" answered the hero in a snarl. "Three in fact," replied The Doctor with a sigh. "And look how little it does in the end. Nothing more than a headache!" "I think you'll find The Tower does not fall easily, Doctor." "But fall you will boy! And the crash will be most pleasing to all, rest assured." The two just stared at each other unblinking. Enemies to their core. Enemies in a fight to the death! The Doctor then started to move his hands resting on The Tower's meaty bare shoulders, almost as if massaging them. "I know you can't feel this Tower. That the abilities that keep you safe from harm, also prevent you from feeling anything at all. The sting of a knife, or the caress of a lover. What an ironic tragedy, don't you think?" "I think I'll take it, in this circumstance," said The Tower eyeing The Doctor unevenly, as the man continued to touch his exposed skin. "But would you, really?" questioned The Doctor, his eyebrows peaked in interest. "Would you really turn down the call of sex, if you ever felt it for the first time? At the age of 35, would it really matter to your body if it was someone as repulsive as me that would be the one to give it pleasure?" "I'm not gay, Doctor," answered The Tower blankly at his captor. "And as I said, Tower, it will not matter." The two foes continued their staredown silently, before The Doctor began once again. "You see, boy, a superhero is more than just his powers. What makes one super, also lies in their will." The Doctor's evil smile returned. "And that is what I am going to take from you boy. When you feel what you have been missing all these long years, Tower, you will thank me for what I have done to you. You will beg me for more!" "Never!" shouted the hero caught off gaurd by the strange attack. "We shall see, Tower. We shall see."

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Date: Sat, 21 May 2022 02:31:19 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man wiith the Jeep, Chapter 35 This chapter includes male sex. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please skip this chapter. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 35 Andrew groaned. "No, I suppose not." He turned back toward the cabin and left John to his chopping. He cleared the brush out of the trough and discovered a washboard conveniently placed inside the tub. He also found a short hose practically buried in the grass next to it. On a hunch, he looked back at the cabin and noticed the window above the sink was right there. Of course. He knew without uncoiling the hose that it was going to be the perfect length for filling it from the pump in the kitchen. Now, if only� Yep, there it was. A small lever for opening the window from the outside protruded out of one lower corner of the window frame. They thought of everything! This time, however, despite a lot of fiddling and trying, said latch did not function properly. Andrew brought the hose inside with him, and, after a little rummaging around in the drawers, found an adapter to secure the hose to the waterspout. When he reached up to open the window, he found the reason for his failure to open it from outside: he had been thwarted by a locking latch on the inside that disabled the exterior release. With a chuckle to himself, he unlatched the mechanism and pushed the bottom edge out a bit to feed the hose through the opening. He also found the water he had set in the fireplace boiling merrily, so he brought that back out with him when he went to aim the hose. He set the piping hot pot on some nearby rocks to make sure he didn't accidentally ignite the knee-high grass and turned back to the trough. What was the best way to do this? He couldn't very well see how much water to pump from inside and he was a bit too short to reach through the window and pump from outside. Or was he? He looked around and found an old stump nearby that he wheeled into place under the window. When he stood on it, he found that with a stretch, he could indeed pump the handle through the window. He propped the tub up on one end and started pumping water to rinse out as much dirt as he could before he set it back down flat and dumped the hot water into it. Then he pumped some fresh water in with it. When it seemed about right, he tested the temperature and decided it was good enough. He grabbed the dirty bed clothes and got to work drubbing them up and down the washboard like he had seen them do on old west TV shows and movies. He had no idea what he was doing really, but the change of pace was still a novelty, so it was all good. When he felt he had done a decent job of scrubbing it clean, he started thinking about how he was going to dry it. Like an idiot, that thought had never occurred to him until this moment. He wasn't worried at all really, though: everything seemed to have been considered up to now, and he saw no reason to believe they had forgotten about drying laundry. There was no obvious clothesline strung up that he could spy, but then he saw the telltale roll shape attached to back of the house of a 50's-era clothesline reel. He managed to get it to release the line, so he attached that to a nearby tree and went back to the wet sheets in the tub. He rinsed them off and wrung them out before he drained the trough of the dirty water. He did two more rinse-and-wrings before he finally heaved the masses onto the line and stretched them all out along the line. It was just starting to get dark by the time Andrew was finished, and he had worked himself into a decent sweat. He doubted the sheets would dry before the sun went down, but he couldn't think of anything to do besides leave them out until they were�overnight, if necessary. He realized he hadn't seen John since his foray into the forest and wondered how he was faring. Either way, Andrew knew they would want some hot water before long, so he made his way back into the cabin. He fed the fire, refilled the pot with water, hung it over the hearth, and then ventured back outside to check on his Mr. Perfect. He found him nearly where he had left him earlier, but he had long since finished his chopping and was industriously stacking the wood in a row along one edge of the clearing. He had put his shirt back on, Andrew noted with a twinge of disappointment. Of course, it was notably cooler than it had been earlier, and Andrew was not about to remove his own, so he couldn't blame John for that. Andrew pitched in to help with the last of it, and they were done pretty quickly. This was a good thing because daylight was nearly gone by now. As they made their way through the blackening brush back to the cabin, Andrew noticed how much darker it seemed here than what he was used to. "Man, it really gets dark out here at night, doesn't it?" "Yeah, it's funny how that works in the woods where there's no street lamps�" John started when he was interrupted with a punch on his shoulder. "Hey!" "Hey yourself," Andrew retorted. "What?" "Nothing." "Um, okay," John said uncertainly, wracking his brain to figure out what the punch was for. "What's for dinner?" Andrew asked. "I'm hungry." "I brought stuff to make spaghetti or hobo dinners. And I also have a stash of some canned stew and stuff in the Jeep," John replied. "What are you in the mood for?" "That all sounds good right now, but you are picking this time, remember?" "Oh yeah," John agreed. "In that case, let's make hobo dinners since the ingredients for the other stuff can last longer." "Great!" replied Andrew as they came in sight of the cabin once again. "Is the food all still in the Jeep?" "Yeah." "Okay," said Andrew as they marched right past the cabin and back out to where they had parked the Jeep. John opened the appropriate utility boxes to pull out what they needed and split the load between the two of them. "Do we need to bring in the stuff for the other meals too?" "Nah, they're better out here in the boxes. One of them is a makeshift cooler with Blue Ice in it, and there's no reason to clutter up the cabin with them or tempt the wildlife with food laying around. These boxes seal up pretty well, so they're good out here." "Fair enough!" They trudged back to the cabin and after stoking the fire, they set about cutting up the veggies, meat, and potatoes and packing them into aluminum foil along with a healthy dose of seasonings. John nestled them down into the well-developed coals while Andrew made some hot chocolate. "Mmm," John said after tasting his. "That hits the spot!" "I agree! Is there anything else that needs doing while we wait for dinner to cook?" "Indeed there is. We both worked up a sweat out there today and I think we should clean up." "Now? Really?" "Well yeah. Why not?" "It's dark outside!" "What's wrong with that? Were you planning to put on a show for me?" John asked with a twinkle in his eye. "No, but how will we see what we are doing?" "I was thinking we could do it by touch, actually." "And the water's cold." "You do have a point there, but I can stand a little bit of that if it means being clean. I suppose if you can't, we could drive down to the facilities. It's dark, but not too far and you will have all the amenities you need." Andrew thought for a moment. He in no way relished the idea of a cold shower in the dark, but John was here so he wouldn't be alone. More than that, John had sounded a bit taken aback at Andrew's reticence. He betrayed no trace of disappointment in Andrew, just surprise. That suddenly made Andrew a little embarrassed, and in an effort not to lose face with John, he quickly made up his mind. "I suppose I can survive a cold shower if it's short." "That's my boy!" Andrew grinned back at him. It didn't have much feeling behind it�he really hated being cold�but Andrew hoped it was genuine enough to suffice. John grabbed a big bowl out of the cupboard and poured what remained of the hot water into it. After he refilled it and replaced the pot over the hearth, he tossed some soap to Andrew to carry out and then led the way back outside with the bowl of hot water. The light from the window was enough for them to make their way through the darkness until they stopped right below it. John opened the window with the little release Andrew had previously discovered and propped the window open. John then unclipped a metal rod from underneath the windowsill that Andrew hadn't noticed earlier and stuck it through the window and into the water pump handle. "Oh!" exclaimed a surprised Andrew. "What?" "I didn't see that earlier." "My bad: I didn't think of showing you how all this works, did I? How did you wash the bedding?" "I figured out the window release and found the hose, but I didn't see the rod for pumping the water. I found a stump to stand on and reached through the window to pump it by hand." "Resourceful scout that you are," John chuckled. "Well done!" "Thanks, though I think I still have a couple slivers from leaning through the window," Andrew chuckled. "Want me to suck those out for you?" "If you wouldn't mind, yes," said Andrew with a laugh. "I happen to know you are good at sucking things out." "I do try, you know." "I do!" John pumped some fresh water into the steaming bowl he had brought out until it was cooled down a little bit and then turned to Andrew. "So here's the plan: we rinse off just enough to get wet, then we soap up with the warm water. Once we are done with that, we will do as quick a rinse as we can that gets the soap off, `kay?" "Sounds good, though I forgot to grab washcloths. Hold on a sec." Andrew was back in a moment, and they quickly shucked their clothes in preparation. "Ready?" "As I'll ever be." "Alright, let's do this." Andrew braced himself and John sprayed him down. "Dance around a bit and turn around," John instructed. "That way I can get all of you." Andrew did as instructed, adding jumping jacks and a spin just because before John passed him the hose to have himself doused as well. They each dipped their washcloths in the warm water and started to wash themselves off before naturally switching strategies to wash each other off instead. It was too cold to be sexy and develop into more as it usually did, but they both enjoyed it for what it was. In no time, they were ready for the rinse. "Okay, brace yourself," John warned. "Hit me baby one more time!" cried Andrew with a laugh. Once again, John sprayed down his cavorting partner before trading places with him at the end of the hose. "Oh man!" exclaimed Andrew once they were finished. "We forgot towels too!" "Grab our clothes while I rinse this bowl out and then we'll go in where it's warm." No sooner said than done and they were inside again. The cabin felt wonderfully warm and cozy after being wet outside. They toweled off quickly, but Andrew was still shivering a bit, so John had him sit on the bear skin rug in front of the fire and John sat down right behind him and wrapped his arms and legs around him. It didn't take Andrew long to warm up completely after that. Of course, the skin-on-skin factor had its natural result, and Andrew was hard before he was warm. He could feel John in the same state behind him as he was being prodded at the base of his spine by John's thick hot poker. But both cocks were largely ignored for now. "Think dinner is ready yet?" Andrew asked. "No, not yet," chuckled John. "But almost." "Hmm," Andrew responded. He was so happy again that he felt like he was going to start purring. He covered John's hands with his own and leaned back against the man holding him. Yes, he would definitely be purring if he were a cat. John nuzzled his ear and neck while they sat enjoying the fire together. Andrew was enjoying this so much that he didn't want to ruin the vibe by speaking, so they just sat there holding each other in a comfortable silence. Eventually, John had to interrupt their cuddling to check on dinner. After stirring himself by kissing Andrew's neck again and stroking his chest for a bit, John slowly pulled back, stood up, and stepped closer to the fire so he could pull out the food and check on it. Every move was taken in by Andrew's hungry eyes: John's furry butt clenching and unclenching as he walked forward. The tension and release in John's legs as he moved. John's dangling balls that came into view and nearly fell on the floor as he squatted in front of the fire. The rippling of his arm muscles as he stirred the fire and moved things around. Andrew sighed in contentment. "What's wrong?" Asked John, turning toward him at the sound of the sigh. "Absolutely nothing. I was just thinking how perfect this is." "You're always surprising me! We don't even have electricity here!" "Oh, not the cabin�though I do kind of like its rustic charm. I'm talking about being here with you with no hassles of schedules or to-do lists or anyone else around." "I'm liking it too," John agreed. "It wouldn't be hard to talk me into living like this the rest of our lives." "I don't know about that, but I love how this particular place puts all that into the periphery." "Oh wow! `Periphery?' I can't think of the last time I heard someone actually use that word in conversation!" "Well it fits." "It does fit perfectly," John agreed. "And speaking of perfectly, I think I'm going to say dinner is ready. It's actually just a little shy of perfect, but I can't wait anymore. And if I did, I'm certain I would get distracted until well after it's burned to a crisp." "What makes you say that?" "I know you and I know me. And I know how to read the signs," he said, gesturing to his crotch as he turned toward Andrew a little more. His hard cock was leaking precum, and Andrew subconsciously licked his lips. "See? That's what I'm talking about! Now come get your food before we go to bed hungry!" "Yes sir," Andrew answered brightly. The hobo dinner was good enough that they both devoured it with gusto. John was right about not being quite finished cooking: the carrots and potatoes were still a little hard, but not enough that it slowed them down in the least. Andrew wasn't sure whether John really was this good at seasoning or whether he had worked up such an appetite today that anything would taste amazing. He decided he would give the credit to John. "That was excellent," Andrew said after he had finished. "Thanks!" said John. "Old family recipe, you know: meat, veggies, seasonings, and a big hearth full of coals!" "I'm sure," Andrew replied drolly. "Still sleepy?" "Yeah, actually. I don't know why though." "Think it might be the manual labor today? We did get a lot done." "Maybe that's it. All I know is I am beat." "I hear you. But I also can't get enough of this fire." "Me neither," Andrew murmured. "Let's lay out by the fire tonight. We can always retreat to the bed later if we want to." "I'm all for that!" Andrew agreed. "Cool. Why don't you lay out sideways in front of it so you don't burn your head or feet." "But I don't want to hog all the heat from you." "Have you seen me lately? I generate enough heat on my own that I don't really need it." "If you say so..." Andrew said doubtfully. "I do, now lay down." "Okay, okay, calm down. Sheesh!" Andrew lay out as instructed on the bristly bear rug. It proved interesting. If you rubbed it one direction, it was very pokey, but in the other direction it was just like petting a dog. He wondered if his smooth skin highlighted the textures or if it would have felt the same if he hadn't been shaved smooth. He was pretty sure it would still feel rough regardless. A few moments later, though, John laid down behind him. He put one arm under Andrew's head and the other wrapped around his waist, pulling him close. As they drew closer together, Andrew noticed John's fur was soft and springy and begged to be snuggled into. So he did. And promptly fell asleep. ********* Check out my other posts! These ones are not stories I've written, but they are uncopyrighted pulps from the '80s that I enjoy and wanted to share before they are lost forever: "The Battlefield" in the Historical section "My Favorite Freshman" in the College section "Alaskan Huskies" in the Encounters section

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Date: Sat, 02 Apr 2022 03:18:40 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 34 This chapter includes male sex. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please skip this chapter. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 34 Friday was finally here again. Andrew checked his watch for the seventh time in five minutes, but it still wasn't quite 1:30. He ran down the list of things he had wanted to pack, certain he was forgetting something important. He verified his toothbrush and deodorant were in his bag for the third time before he reluctantly decided that if he hadn't packed whatever it was, he was prepared to do without. Where was John? Andrew was ready to go now, and waiting was never his strong suit. And yes, he knew John had an incredible knack for never being early or late, but exactly on time. It was kind of surreal. Nobody was that timely. Everyone he'd ever known--including himself�-was either early or late, but rarely precisely punctual. It was like a badge of honor or something for John. And he earned it many times over. Andrew usually tried to be early because he hated being late. Besides, he remembered Miss Manners had written that fifteen minutes before to five minutes after the designated time was considered "on time." He was proud of himself for falling in that window most of the time, but John took it to a whole new level. Andrew could still shave a minute off his wait time by not waiting for John to actually knock. He double checked the zipper on his bag, flung it over his shoulder, and headed out the door. He locked it behind him and walked the little distance to the driveway and leaned on the last porch post, awaiting John's certain imminent arrival. He checked his watch again. 1:28. Good, John should come around the corner within the next minute and�- The little blue BMW swept into view and up the driveway. John had his aviator sunglasses on and his scruffy face broke into a bright smile as soon as he saw Andrew. "Somehow I knew you'd be ready before I got here," he teased. "Then why didn't you get here sooner?" Andrew teased back. "Because I told you I'd be here at 1:30, of course!" he retorted. Andrew tossed his bag into the back seat and made himself comfortable in his seat. "So what project is it that made me have to get off work early?" "You remember last weekend when I told you about the first cabin we built out at the camp?" John asked as he backed out of the driveway. "Sure." "Well I need to go up and check on it. I have a feeling I need to spruce the place up a bit." "Ah, so I'm cheap manual labor now!" "Who said anything about cheap?" John grinned. Between the scruff, the shades, and the wind riffling through John's hair, Andrew could feel his dick growing in his lap already. You wouldn't know it had only been two days since they'd seen each other last. It was like the rush of a first date every time with John... Andrew shook himself back to attention. "So you're paying me now? How much is in it for me?" "As much as you can handle, I'm sure," John replied with an odd inflection tinting his chuckle. "What do you mean by that?" "You'll see," answered John mysteriously. "But I'm afraid I don't have any cash on me." "You don't say," laughed Andrew. "So it's to be a barter arrangement then." "I was thinking more of a `trade of services' if that works for you." "I'm sure it will." "I thought as much." Every time they drove out, the trip seemed a little shorter that it did before, and before Andrew knew it, they had passed the Three Jacks and were pulling into the private dirt driveway a little farther on. John pulled up to the garage and let himself in the side door as he had before. He opened the main door and pulled the old Jeep out before putting the convertible in its place. They grabbed their things out of the car and put them in the Jeep. "Got everything?" John asked. "Everything I brought anyway," Andrew grinned ruefully. "What? Did you leave something at home?" "I can't put my finger on it, but I feel like I forgot something this time." "Oh," John said dismissively with a wave. "I do that all the time. If it's all that important, we'll figure it out or just go back for it." "Yeah, I suppose so." "Don't worry your pretty little head about it; it's not worth it!" "You really think I'm pretty?" Andrew asked in his best princess voice. "Not at all!" John replied emphatically. "That's why I like you!" "Why you asshole!" Andrew said, throwing a dirt clod at him. "Well if we're talking about assholes, then I'll have to change my answer completely!" he said with a wink. "You keep that sexy ass parked right there on that seat for me while I lock this up!" "Dork!" John bowed before running back inside to lock everything back up. "Ready to hit the trail again?" "You bet!" And with that, John pulled the Jeep around the garage and steered into the old rutted path in the bushes. Andrew again enjoyed the travel through the trees. It seemed a little less bumpy than the first time, though it couldn't possibly be. Maybe he was just more used to off-road travel now and adapted to the movements better. They meandered up the slope and through thickets, occasionally turning as the "road" made its way up the side of the mountain. Eventually they passed the unlikely outhouse and kept on going. They soon passed the clearing with the grotto as well, and though the surroundings weren't much different than the earlier section of the trail, Andrew was still excited to know that this was new territory for him. They didn't drive too much farther before John pulled off and parked the Jeep in a small dell tucked under some leafy trees. They clambered out of the Jeep and started to gather stuff from the back. John buckled a big toolbelt around his waist and hooked a hatchet to it before grabbing his backpack and a water bottle. Andrew grabbed his stuff as well and looked at John. "Do we need to grab food too?" "Yeah, but not now. The cabin is really close." "Okay, lead on!" John led him back across the trail (which Andrew realized continued on even further up the mountain) and between some big bushes to pop out into a very pretty little glade. Off to one side was a small log cabin. It looked homey and tiny, but over the last few weekends, Andrew had learned that meant nothing when it came to this family's buildings. John waded through the knee-high grass and onto the roughly-hewn front porch, sweeping his big arms to clear away cobwebs as he went. Andrew followed a couple steps behind and found himself surprised after John lifted the latch and let them in. Inside, the tiny log cabin was...a tiny log cabin. No contrasting modernity and no secret passageways to anything more than what he saw from the outside. Andrew was surprised at how surprised he was, but once he thought about it, not everything could be incredibly fantastic, could it? There was a table and some chairs to one side of the door and a handmade bed on the other that was roughly twin-sized, but a little wider. The back wall of the cabin was dominated by a stone fireplace blackened by years of use to which was affixed a big heavy wooden mantle. In the corner between the fireplace and the table was a little sink with an old-fashioned pump handle to draw water, a small workspace, and a cupboard. On the other side was another cabinet and a few chairs. But centered in front of the hearth was a huge bear skin rug, complete with the head, eyes, and gaping mouth. "Is that for real?" Andrew asked, pointing at the bear. "Yeah, it's real. Family legend has it that Great Grandpa Finnegan killed it with his bare hands when it got too close to Grandma Mary. I doubt that, but it's a fun story. And a very real, very big bear." "It's kind of scary." "You think so, huh?" "Maybe I'm just not as woodsy as you are." "Probably not," John agreed. "I was expecting something different when we came inside." "You were, huh? Not surprising, I guess. We do have a knack for the architectural bait-and-switch, don't we?" he laughed. "But this was way before all that. This one they hand-built mostly just to stake claim to the land. They already lived and worked at the inn at the time, but they didn't own it yet and wanted land of their own. So they found this spot and built this cabin to make it all legal and official. They built a nicer house to live in later, but you haven't seen that yet." "Man, your family is so interesting!" Andrew blurted. "I think everyone's family is, it's just that most don't learn the stories." "Makes me want to look into mine." "You should!" John agreed. "You never know what you might find! In the meantime, let's get this place shaped up." Andrew looked around again and saw what he had missed in his first impression. There was tons of dirt, dust, and cobwebs everywhere. Yes, there was work to do. "Any particular way we need to do this?" he asked. "Nope," replied John. "I tend to start at the top and work my way down, but you can do it however you like." "That's as good a plan as any." "I'll get a fire going so we can have hot water and stuff, if you wouldn't mind starting on the cobwebs." "Sure," agreed Andrew. "Are there any cleaning supplies somewhere?" "Honestly, we usually just use hot water, but there is a broom and a few cleaning cloths over there by the kitchen counter." "Kitchen?" Andrew asked with a crooked eyebrow. "You know what I mean," John answered, rolling his eyes. "There are also some paper towels and things in the Jeep if you need them." "Thanks, I think I will." Andrew walked back out to the Jeep and rummaged through the boxes until he found the paper towels and brought them back to the cabin, where he wrapped them around the broom and started sweeping the corners and edges of the room. The ceiling wasn't very high, but why get his hands dirty when he could let the paper towels do it? When he was finished, the towels were a grateful additive for John's getting the fire started. Andrew decided to draw water to boil next, and struggled with the old pump until he got some grease from the Jeep to get it working again. He filled a pot he found and hooked it on a handy hook over the fire to heat. By this time, the fire was burning happily away, and John decided on his next task. "If you're okay here, I noticed the firewood stock is low, so I should probably start building that up. Unless you want to do it and I can work in here." "Either way; I don't mind working in here. Plus, this is a little more familiar to me than finding wood in the forest." "How do you keep a straight face when you say things like that?" "Like what?" "You mean you weren't cracking jokes?" "What jokes?" "You just told me you aren't familiar with finding wood. In the woods." "Well, I'm not..." affirmed Andrew uncertainly. "Never mind," John said. "I just love you so much right now." "Thanks, I love you too!" It wasn't until five minutes later that Andrew realized his unconscious pun. Or puns, rather. He sighed to himself. If only he could do that on purpose! Then he pushed that thought out of his mind and got to work with the cleaning. He dusted everything, took all the dirty bedding off the bed and replaced it with clean stuff from the linen closet (he was impressed with how dust-free the insides of the cabinets actually were), and swept the dirt floor as thoroughly as he could. Having finished with the room itself, he decided he might as well wash the old sheets and blanket that he had replaced. He got another pot of water on to heat up and stepped outside to see if he could find a tub of some sort to use. There was nothing useful on the front porch and none of the usual piles of old junk laying around that you would expect to find at an old cabin in the woods. At least according to all the portrayals of them he'd ever seen in movies and on TV. He realized this work was kind of fun. It was like he was play-acting the part of an Old West homesteader out on the frontier, making do with what he had available. It was like MacGuyver except without the fancy science tricks. He also realized that this would be considerably less fun if this was his normal day. So he accepted it for what it was and got back to his search for a tub. When he scanned the second side of the cabin, he saw a promising form sticking out from behind the cabin. He walked over to it, and sure enough, it was an aluminum trough. He reached down to start clearing away the weeds around it when he was distracted by a noise. Thwack! Thunk! Thunk! Crack! Thunk! Crack! He followed the sound back a little way into the woods and realized it was probably John chopping firewood. A bit further toward the source and his thought was confirmed. There stood John, bringing his axe to bear on the log in front of him. He had taken off his shirt, and the auburn hair of his chest was matted to his chest in sweat. He clearly knew what he was doing, using his entire body in the swing and aiming with confidence. No hesitation or distraction, just chopping the log into equal pieces. Andrew watched the sweat drip down his chest and stomach and spray free from his hair and arms each time the axe hit home. His muscles rippled from the force of the impact of each hit and then drew tight again as John swung the axe behind him and then up and over his head to once again dig into the wood. It was mesmerizing. And sexy. Andrew was hard almost instantly. As usual. He couldn't tear his eyes from the man at work in front of him. He knew it was silly and had all the earmarks of infatuation, but he just didn't care as he stood there and stared. John almost reached the end of the log he was working on before he noticed Andrew had joined him. And he didn't miss the bulge in Andrew's pants, either. His face broke into another of his movie star smiles and Andrew practically melted on the spot. "Hey there!" John greeted him. "What brings you out this way?" "I was, um, looking for a, ah, bath�-I mean tub to wash in. Sheets! Wash sheets in. I needed a tub to wash sheets in." "That would be back on the"�-John paused just a little for effect-�"back side of the cabin. But it looks like you might need some help with something else, and I can help you with that right here." As he spoke, he had walked up to Andrew and was now close enough that Andrew could feel the heat emanating from his body and breathe in his smell. And he did. Which only made him that much harder. Andrew couldn't even respond from within the horny haze he found himself. John took Andrew's head and drew him close until his face was buried in John's sweaty chest. His other hand stroked Andrew's back. He could feel Andrew breathing in deeply and got nearly as hard as Andrew. He had plans for his tool that night, but that was not going to stop him from relieving Andrew of some pressure. He stopped stroking Andrew's back, instead moving that hand down to open Andrew's pants. While Andrew was seemingly gasping for breath, John opened the top button, then gently slid down the zipper of Andrew's fly. He moved his hand downward to find that Andrew was too hard for John to fit his hand around it inside the pants. He took his other hand off Andrew's head and slid both hands to Andrew's hips and slowly eased them down. He had to use his thumbs to get them over Andrew's rock hard poker, but he eventually got them down. Predictably, Andrew's cock was leaking precum as it stuck out like a flagpole. In fact, it was so hard that it angled up instead of straight out as usual. John smiled. Yeah, Andrew needed help with that. Immediately. He slowly dropped to his knees in front of Andrew, who still hadn't moved a muscle. John breathed his hot breath all over the head of Andrew's dick. It twitched in response and continued to leak even more precum. John stuck his tongue out and lapped up the delicious clear fluid and when he had gotten all he could, he slid his mouth all the way down Andrew's tool. He began to move his head back and forth at a pace he hoped would be slow enough to draw out the feeling and yet fast enough to make sure no part of Andrew's pole was neglected. It didn't take long for Andrew to finally emerge from his stupor at that point. He reached down and worked his fingers into John's sweaty hair and guided the tempo and depth of John's face dives. That quickly devolved to holding John's face still and face fucking him with ever-increasingly intensity. Andrew could feel John all over his body: firm legs against his feet, chest hair against the front of his legs, hands holding tightly to his ass, and that warm moist mouth enveloping his cock. It wasn't long before Andrew was a humping blur. He bumped deeply enough for John's forehead sweat to smear on his belly and that triggered his orgasm. He suddenly froze and his personal lava erupted into John's mouth and down his throat. John had a tight grip on Andrew's ass and didn't let him pull out until he was well and truly finished shooting his load. Once he was sure Andrew was done, he slowly let the hot cock emerge. It was still red and pulsing, but it had nothing left to give. John held onto Andrew for a few more minutes to make sure he wouldn't collapse, and then let him loose. Andrew helped him back up to his feet, but when he started to fiddle with John's belt, John gently pulled his hands away. "Not yet," he whispered. "But soon!" Andrew looked up at him. "Trust me," John said as he gently brushed Andrew's cheek with his thumb. "It will be worth waiting for. But you, my friend, were about to explode, and we can't have that, now can we?" "I guess not," Andrew said, finally finding his voice. "Okay," John said. "Now I'm going to finish up here and you said you were going to wash the sheets?" "Yeah." "Good! I have a feeling we are going to need those," John said with a wink. "And one more thing..." "What's that?" "You didn't have any trouble at all finding wood in this forest, now did you?" ********* What do you think happens next? :) Check out my other posts! These ones are not stories I've written, but they are uncopyrighted pulps from the '80s that I enjoy and wanted to share before they are lost forever: "The Battlefield" in the Historical section "My Favorite Freshman" in the College section "Alaskan Huskies" in the Encounters section

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Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2022 19:05:16 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 33 This chapter includes male sex. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please skip this chapter. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 33 "What?" Andrew asked blankly. "What do you mean?" John answered with a slightly embarrassed smile. "When we were kids, he used to go on and on and on about Doc Holliday and other Western characters until I finally started ragging on him that if he liked them so much, he should act like them instead of being a spoiled brat all the time. He wasn't really a brat, let alone spoiled, but I was getting so tired of `Billy the Kid this' and `Buffalo Bill Cody that' all the time that I just wanted him to shut up about it. Before I knew it, he ditched all his t-shirts and tank tops for button-up shirts and suspenders and started playing the part." "How old was he?" "About thirteen, I guess." "No way!" "Yeah," chuckled John. "It was kind of crazy, actually. While most of us were all awkward and trying to figure ourselves out, it was like he suddenly knew and lived accordingly�and didn't care what the rest of us thought. Most of us teased him about it and tried to put him in his place, but over time we realized that we were just jealous that he had found himself. At least I was." "What a story!" "I know, right? Even still, we were all convinced that anyone so dorky would never find a girlfriend, let alone get married. But he proved us all wrong. In fact, he got married younger than any of the rest of us cousins." John threw his hands up in surrender. "Just goes to show how much we know!" Grace reappeared with their drinks then. "Here are your libations, gentlemen!" she announced with a flourish. "What else may I serve you today?" "I think I'd like the roast beef sandwich," John responded. "And how spicy are you feeling today?" "Gimme the works, if you please!" "As you wish! And for you?" she said turning to Andrew. "Can I get a turkey and avocado sandwich, please?" "Of course, sir! Is there anything else you want me to have them whip up for you?" "Actually," John said. "Can we get some of those ranch tater tots too?" "Absolutely! Now do you want�" "Just whenever," John interrupted her. "We don't care what order stuff comes out." "No problem then; we'll get those going for you." "Thanks, Grace, you're the best!" "Thanks, Uncle Johnny!" she said with a pleased smile. "I'll be back in a bit!" "Great!" Andrew grinned at John after she had left. "I was getting dizzy there for a moment." "What?" "You guys kept flipping between old formal and super casual so fast that it was confusing." "I guess I can see some of that," John admitted. "I'm just so used to it that it comes naturally now." He leaned forward and added in a conspiratorial whisper, "Brady wants it all proper for the ambiance of the place, but I think Grace does just enough to humor him and we both like to dance right on that line in case her dad is listening to see how far we can take it and not ruffle his feathers. Though, truthfully, I get a kick out of riling him up sometimes." "And you say I'm incorrigible!" "It takes one to know one, right?" John said with a wink. "It seems so." The sandwiches arrived pretty quickly and the piping hot tater tots just a few minutes later. They both enjoyed the food thoroughly, though John had to keep having his drink replenished to soothe the horseradish sauce in his food. "You did say you wanted the works, Uncle Johnny," Grace reminded him. "You didn't think we'd tame it for you unless you said to, did you?" "Not at all, Grace," John answered, his eyes watering. "It's really good and worth any pain," he laughed. "Okay then..." she replied hesitantly. Then she leaned toward Andrew. "You see why I'm glad you're here? Someone needs to watch out for him since he doesn't always do it himself." "I'll keep my eye on him," he assured her. She went back inside, Andrew guessed to get another pitcher of water. His thought was confirmed when she promptly returned with a pitcher of water and a glass of milk besides. "Here you go, you masochist!" she said, placing them on the table before him. "Let me know if I need to get you a salad to go with it." "Thanks Grace," he said with a smile. Andrew even offered to trade half of his sandwich. "I'm sure it's a great way to cool that heat." John thought about it for a moment before asking for a quarter of it instead. Andrew took his first bite of John's roast beef and confirmed that after a few moments of delicious flavor, the heat did indeed ramp up quickly. He scarfed down the other two bites in a hurry and returned to his mild sandwich to cool his mouth down. He was happy he had enough left to bring his tongue back to equilibrium before he finished off the tasty tots. "You okay?" he asked John. "Oh yeah, I just forgot how big a kick they pack." "I see that! It tasted amazing before the heat seared my taste buds off." "For sure," laughed John. "Are we finished here then?" "Oh no! I'm suddenly in the mood for some dessert! Namely, ice cream." "That does sound good," Andrew admitted. John had polished off the milk and most of the pitcher of water by the time Grace came by again. "Hey Grace, could we get some ice cream too?" "Sure! What flavor would you like? We have blackberry, caramel swirl, and peach today." "Ooh! Peach sounds perfect right about now." "And I'd like some of that blackberry, please," Andrew added. "Coming right up," Grace said before dashing off. "You're going to love the ice cream too," John assured him. "They make it themselves and they always have three random flavors to choose from." "Nice! When she said blackberry, I couldn't say no." "You're going to love it." And he did. The speckled purple filling the waffle cone was good to the very last dripping bit. John finished the last bite of his and sat back with a satisfied sigh. "That hit the spot." "It did!" Grace came out again and took their plates once they announced they were finished. "I'll be back in a moment, Uncle Johnny." While she was gone, Andrew noticed John slip a $50 bill under the pitcher. "That's some tip even for family!" "I know, but it's not like I'll ever have kids of my own. Brady is comfortable, but if I can pitch in to help, I will. Especially since Grace will have prom and who knows what all this year. She's a good kid and this should help take some of the edge off for Brady." "You are really amazing, you know that?" John grinned. "I try! Besides, family watches out for family." "Well I'll cover lunch at least," Andrew declared. "Okay," John agreed. Once Andrew had settled the bill, they made their way out, passing Brady at the counter. "Was everything to your satisfaction, gentlemen?" he asked. "It was wonderful," Andrew assured him. "And the service was excellent!" "Very good, sir," replied an obviously pleased Brady. "Great as always, Brady," John confirmed. "Will we see you around soon?" "Hopefully, sir. I will see if I can get away at the end of the month and swing by." "Excellent! I will see you then!" And with a final wave, he led Andrew back out to the car. Andrew took a final look at the place as John backed them out of the parking space and back onto the road. "It's so much nicer inside than it looks from out here," he commented. "Yes, well Brady is concerned that if he looks too prosperous, someone will come in and rob the place. I rather think that sprucing it up would attract more business. We disagree on that point, but it's his place to run, so his way goes. At the campground, on the other hand, I get to call the shots. Took us a bit to figure that out, but it works." "Is this part of that trust thing you talked about earlier?" "Yeah. In fact, we had this before we ever set up the campground. At the time, this was home and that was vacation property. It was years before we built the first cabin on the other site." "Really?" "Yeah. It's cool, but you haven't seen it yet. If you're free, we could stay there next weekend." "Count me in!" "Brilliant!" They made their way back to town enjoying the scenery and each other's company. The trip home seemed to fly by to Andrew, but he wasn't sure if it was because he had nodded off at some point or if time warped differently as he drank in the view of his handsome driver. He subtly checked his shirt to make sure he hadn't actually drooled all over the place in either case. They arrived at Andrew's place just as dusk approached, and though he invited John in for dinner, John declined so he could get some things done to be ready for work the next morning. It felt strange to Andrew to spend a quiet evening alone at home, which was rather funny in a way, because until that first camping trip with John three weeks ago (was it really only three weeks ago?), this was his normal. He would typically be halfway through a book by now. And he hadn't cracked open a new one in weeks. It was too late to start a book now. He needed to get laundry done and make some dinner, so that's what he did, thinking of this weekend's adventures. The Greek restaurant and Althea. The lofty cabin suspended in the trees. The unexpected appearance of Duncan--twice! Mabel and her diner. The card games with John. The Sunday drive to Brady's old Inn. It had been a full weekend, and yet it didn't seem overwhelming at any point. Well, okay, maybe that point just before he passed out when John had to call Duncan to check on him that first night: that was the very definition of overwhelming, he supposed. But it was a very restful time. In all of those situations, there was John. Steady, confident, handsome (God, was he handsome!), and kind. Andrew realized John was kind to everyone. Maybe that was why everyone seemed to trust him and relax around him. Even Brady, who was clearly uptight, had somewhat thawed the instant he saw John. Everyone loved him. Just like Andrew. Was that all this was? He had just fallen into admiring John like everyone else so much that he was misinterpreting things? Was he so desperate for love that he couldn't tell the difference between infatuation, admiration, and love? Andrew needed a glass of wine. Here he was falling for a man who seemed to have some superpower of getting people to like him. Andrew was just one in a crowd. A tiny dot in a sea of adoring humanity declaring John the most amazing person in the world. Andrew's thoughts continued to run down this vein as he sipped through one and then another glass of wine. He was clearly missing something. There was no way anyone could be this perfect. What was he missing? Where was the chink in John's armor of glory? Andrew decided he must be blinded by his need for companionship. But there was no one else to ask for a second opinion. All the people he had met over the last few weeks were already under his spell and none of his friends�even using the word loosely�had met him yet. Andrew switched his laundry around and poured himself a third glass of wine. He wondered what glaring warning sign he was missing, because there had to be one. There was always something. And the harder it was to find, the stupider he felt when he discovered it. Like suddenly realizing someone was missing an arm after hanging out with them for an entire week. And if there was one thing Andrew hated feeling, it was stupid. He wished he had stuck to his guns and cut it off with John when he intended to. Better that than having The Big Revelation after investing his heart and soul. His phone beeped with a new text. `Hey there, handsome! Sorry I couldn't swing dinner tonight. I'm guessing you're overthinking that right about now, but I promise I would be there if I could. I would never have asked you to be my boyfriend if I didn't want to be with you always and forever, and I mean that!' Again with the perfect timing! How did he do that? Still, what he said did ring true: it was John who asked Andrew to be boyfriends, not the other way around. So maybe there was something potentially real here after all. And if not, he could always blame John for pushing things too far, right? `Thanks John' he texted back. And now that he thought about it, most of those people he had met recently seemed to have known John for a long time. That bode well for John's character. Everyone Andrew knew was lucky to have just a couple long-term friends, but John seemed to have a lot. Maybe Andrew was reading too much into things after all. Plus, he recalled that several had been surprised and/or relieved that he had a boyfriend. What was that about? It slowly started to settle that John might not be on the endless cycle of relationships that everyone else seemed to be on. The entire situation started to look a bit different from before. Now that he was thinking about it, maybe this relationship with John was genuine after all. Maybe he shouldn't try so hard to figure it out or sabotage it. Maybe it was worth investing in and seeing how far it could go. He sighed to himself and then cut himself short with a sharp laugh as he remembered a prayer from an old TV show: "I'm a man, but I can change. If I have to. I guess..." ********* What do you think happens next? :) Check out my other posts! 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Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2022 23:20:18 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 31 This chapter includes underage/older male sex. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please skip this chapter. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 31 John's beaming face appeared over Duncan's shoulder and he winked at Andrew. With their eyes locked together, Andrew felt John's cock slide against his own as he rammed his rod deep into Duncan's double-stuffed hole. As John pulled back, Andrew shoved himself deeper. They traded strokes with each other as Duncan gasped for breath from above. "You okay up there?" Andrew asked, tearing his eyes from John's to check on Duncan. Duncan looked down at him with a glazed look in those bright green eyes. They cleared for one instant as he grinned and then he promptly shot a huge load onto Andrew's face and chest. With every rope shot, his ass--incredibly--clenched even tighter, locking both cocks inside him. It was too much for Andrew, and he started shooting an instant after Duncan, flooding his channel with seed. The extra lube from Andrew's load and Duncan's squeezing sent John over the edge within two strokes, when his spunk joined Andrew's inside Duncan and then leaked out to pool on Andrew's groin. John's last cumming thrust knocked Duncan off balance and toppled him right on top of Andrew. Their sweaty chests slid and heaved against each other as they fought to catch their breaths. Duncan grunted into Andrew's neck as John's tool continued to surge and swell in pulses as it expelled the last of its treasure into the warm confines of the rectum it was buried in. "Oh my god," moaned Duncan. "That was so hot!" Andrew could only nod. It was too much for words. Duncan turned his head and gave Andrew a tentative kiss on the cheek before Andrew moved his lips to meet Duncan's. Not nearly as hesitant as Duncan's little peck, but still gentle and soft. A moment later, Duncan pulled back a little bit so he could look into Andrew's eyes. "How was that for you? I wanted to sample that pecker of yours when I first saw it wake up yesterday morning," he said with a wink. "So when Master Johnny suggested I come over, there was no way I was going to say no!" "Wait, this was his idea?" "Well you didn't think I'd just sneak in here without permission, did you?" Duncan seemed genuinely startled for a moment before he clearly did a double take. "Are you into that? Because I'm not opposed to�" "All right," John interposed with a laugh. "That's enough, you little rascal!" "Yes, sir," Duncan replied. Andrew could feel John ease his still half-hard cock out of Duncan. Duncan sighed at the withdrawal. Andrew wasn't at full mast anymore either, but that didn't keep Duncan's resilient ass from resuming its warm gripping clutch around it. John came around the side of the bed, and Duncan leaned over sideways to take John's tool into his mouth. He expertly drew it in and sucked on it before gently backing off it, using his tongue to make sure it was absolutely clean. When finished, he sat back up and licked his lips. "I can taste you both, and I love it," Duncan declared. "You two taste good together." "I'm glad you approve," chuckled John. "I do!" Duncan said as he leaned down for another kiss with Andrew. "You're good at that too," Duncan said wistfully after the kiss had ended. He turned to John. "I see why you've kept him to yourself!" "Do you?" John replied with a humorous quirk to his eyebrow. "Definitely. I wish I could stay longer, but I need to be somewhere soon." He sighed. "Need a shower before you leave?" Andrew offered. "Oh, no; I'm good. But I can't leave you dirty." He leaned back down and proceeded to lick and kiss Andrew's face and neck until there was no trace of cum splatter. Then he sensuously stroked Andrew's body, collecting every bit of the cum just starting to dry. He gathered it into his hands and smeared his own chest with it before returning to Andrew's body to find more. He eased himself off Andrew's cock to get in a better position to claim the puddle at Andrew's groin and slathered himself up with that as well. "Okay, I don't see any more, but I'm not quite finished." He scooted down to the very foot of the bed and then took Andrew's dick in his mouth just as he had John's earlier. After he had diligently cleaned it with his mouth (and brought Andrew back to a solid state), he looked up at John, who gave him an almost imperceptible nod. "My work is done here then, but if you need anything more, just holler," he said with another wink to Andrew. He quickly pulled on his shorts, threw his arms into his unbuttoned shirt sleeves, slid his feet into his sandals, and took the few steps to the door of the lift. He turned again as he drew the door open. "Thanks again; that was fun!" he said with a cheery smile as he absentmindedly stroked his dried-cum-covered chest. He hopped in and was gone. John had been holding Andrew's hand ever since he had walked up, and now pulled it up to his lips and tenderly kissed it before looking into Andrew's eyes. "How are you really? Were you okay with that?" "Yeah," Andrew said. "I'm kind of surprised about that too. I didn't think I would be." "I know I took a risk by not telling you ahead of time, but I was sure you'd enjoy it and to be honest, I was afraid that if I'd asked, you'd have said no." "I probably would have," Andrew answered honestly. "I'm kind of glad you didn't ask me, but I hope this doesn't start a precedent..." "I hear you. I really do. If you remember though, I did sound you out to make sure it wasn't more than you could handle." "I suppose you did," Andrew admitted. "I really don't want to make you uncomfortable. Maybe explore your boundaries a little bit, but let me know if I ever go too far. I really do love you and I don't want to jeopardize that in any way." "Fair enough." John's other hand found its way to Andrew's boner and gently stroked the velvety steel. "You really are always horned up, aren't you?" "Maybe..." Andrew said with a blush. "I love that about you! What did you think of Duncan? Did you like playing with him better or less so than you thought?" "He's as hot as I'd imagined�and maybe more fun." "He's always good at fun, I assure you. In fact, sometimes I have to reign him in because he will get carried away and get stupid." "What? Duncan?" Andrew asked in mock surprise. "He seems so serious and stable though!" "He's the surfer's poster boy." John laughed. "He really is as laid back as he seems." "Sometimes I wish I was like that," Andrew said. "I take way too much too seriously." "Maybe a tiny bit," John admitted. "I'm convinced you just need to learn how to relax, that's all. But you wouldn't be you if you were all loosey-goosey all the time. You wouldn't be passionate about the things you care about. And that's what I love most of all: you really care about things�lots of things�and it makes you a better person than most people." "Oh, come on�" "No, I mean it! Do you know how hard it is to find people who care enough about their job just to do the basics? Everyone seems intent on cutting corners, or drama, or self-promotion, or greed, or who-knows-what and they are completely distracted from what they are supposed to be doing. Now most folks just want to be paid for their time rather than their effort. You, my friend, are nothing like that. I would make up a position just to hire you if I could." "Really?" "Absolutely!" "Any organization is only as good as the people working there." John paused a moment, took a deep breath, and smiled. "Well, I don't know how we ended up talking about that," he laughed. "I wanted to see if you had a good time with Duncan." "I did." "Good! Now what shall we do next?" "I'm actually kind of tired." "I hear ya. How about a nice hot shower and some shut-eye?" "Sounds perfect." "You can shower first if you want," John offered. "All by myself?" "Yeah, like a big boy," John joked. "I don't know about that," Andrew said pretend-doubtfully. "What if I slip or drown?" "Well, I will be there in just a sec and I will take good care of you." "Promise?" "Always!" John affirmed with a grin. "Cross my heart and hope to die!" Andrew went to start the shower while John texted housekeeping for a quick linen swap on the bed. John made it into the bathroom and closed the door just as the water had warmed and Andrew stepped under the spray. John hopped right in behind him and wrapped his arms around Andrew. "See? I'm not going to let you go!" "Mmm," was Andrew's response as he leaned back into the strong man holding him. They stood like that for a while, just enjoying the closeness and the warm water cascading down their bodies. "Well, we aren't ever going to finish if we just stand here, I suppose," said John as he reached for the soap. He lathered it up in his hands and began to soap Andrew down, giving him something of a rub down as he went. He ignored the ever-present hard-on and settled on just washing this time. When he was finished with the soap, he thoroughly rinsed it all off before reaching for the shampoo to lather and massage into his lover's scalp. When he was finished, he gave Andrew's butt a swat and they swapped places so Andrew could return the favor. Andrew once again thrilled with the feel of the hair and muscle under his hands as he moved so different from his own and wished again he wasn't so skinny. He was getting used to being completely hairless now, though it was time to repeat that procedure if he wanted to keep it that way. If... Through the entire experience, they didn't speak. They didn't need to. Once Andrew was finished and they were both clean, they shut off the water and lovingly dried each other off. When they returned to the bedroom, the bed had been remade and the apartment had been straightened. John noticed the confusion on his face and chuckled. "I had housekeeping come while we were showering so we could sleep in clean sheets." "Oh! Nice!" Andrew quickly slid under the covers, once again savoring the feel of the soft sheets, the weight of the comforter, and the fluffy pillows. John joined him a moment later and they wrapped their arms around each other in a tight embrace. "Thank you for another wonderful day," Andrew murmured. "It was my pleasure, sexy," John replied. Andrew turned himself around to happily spoon into John. I could stay here forever, Andrew thought to himself, not for the first time. In this moment, all was right with the world. With John's strong body wrapped around him and his warm breath on his neck, he drifted off to sleep. Andrew awoke with a start, totally alert. He had no idea what time it was, but it was still dark outside. He groaned inwardly: he hated waking like this in the middle of the night because it always took forever to get back to sleep. Normally, he'd just get up and putter around doing whatever didn't take much mental energy, but he was in a vacation cabin, so there really wasn't anything to do. Besides, John still had his arms around him, so Andrew was quite satisfied staying where he was. He pondered the man behind him. John was so understanding it was almost scary. It was like he could somehow read Andrew's mind and knew things about him he didn't even know about himself. How was that possible? Like with Duncan. Andrew would never have let himself even think of the possibility of playing with him now that he had a boyfriend, let alone setting up a rendezvous like they just had. And yet John had done it and somehow Andrew wasn't even fazed by it. Surprised, definitely, but not put off like he thought he would be. Meanwhile, John seemed completely at ease with all that. Suddenly that made Andrew just a little nervous. Would he expect that of Andrew? A one-off fling with Duncan was one thing, but Andrew didn't see himself making this sort of thing a regular occurrence. What if John wanted that to be the norm? Could he handle that kind of lifestyle? So far, John hadn't required that of him, so that was comforting at least. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that John had been pushing him to stretch his comfort zones all along. He had already done so much more than he thought he would that it kind of made him wonder what John might have up his sleeve for him next. Was he going to push too far? Andrew was not about to be anyone's puppet, that was for sure! Not even John's. He could and would push back if he needed to. He felt the stirrings of steeling himself for future action. He thought about that for a bit more before he realized that in almost every case, John asked questions beforehand that kind of set the stage for what was coming. Maybe he was overreacting after all. After all, John had never pushed beyond Andrews's limits. And he had to admit that he had enjoyed every moment of it. Maybe it wasn't so bad to be pushed. And John had been very considerate of him at every step. It was like he knew from experience when to press and when not to. Experience. Andrew never thought of himself as the most well-versed lover when it came to sex, but John seemed like a bottomless (ha!) source of new discoveries. How did he come to know so much? How many guys�or even girls�had he slept with to get where he was? Andrew realized he knew very little about that. They didn't really talk about the past too much besides family things. Maybe he should just ask him. If John's track record up to now was anything to go by, he probably wouldn't mind talking about it. Andrew may have to stand firm and not let John get away with couching it as a puzzle and making him figure it out on his own, but he was still confident he could get John to open up a bit more. But what if John had been with a lot of people like Andrew was starting to suspect? He wasn't really worried about John cheating on him or leaving him (mostly because he just assumed from past experience that it was just a matter of time anyway), but if John had been with a lot of guys, how would Andrew compare? He wasn't beefy or muscular, that was for sure. Nor was he a cute little twink anymore. He wasn't notably hairy or even scruffy really, and his current smoothness was a kind of affectation rather than his natural state. He seemed to land squarely in the middle somewhere. He didn't think his dick was anything special either. He'd never be a porn star, but he liked to think it was at least average. The only thing he was really pleased about himself physically was that he landed pretty close to the six-foot mark in height: not too short and not too tall. He would never stand out in a crowd on that basis though. What John saw in him still seemed a complete mystery to Andrew, though John's repeated praises of his humor, perspective, and personality were slowly starting to seep into his awareness. The classic quip about "having a great personality" did nothing to assuage his insecurities. John, on the other hand, seemed about perfect. Too perfect. Andrew was sure the other shoe would drop before too long and he'd see his dark side. Then would come the self-recriminations of how Andrew could possibly have missed the signs along the way. He sighed inwardly. This ruminating was getting him nowhere fast and he was starting to slide into a negative space he didn't want to be. With great effort, he pushed that train of thought off its tracks and focused on remembering the fun they had just had with Duncan. And it was a lot of fun, there was no denying that! How had they pulled that off, anyway? Duncan must have arrived while he was in the shower. Or maybe even beforehand. But how had Andrew not caught on? He glanced at the mirror mounted to the sliding barn door of the bathroom and saw that the bed had plenty of space underneath for Duncan to hide himself behind the dust ruffle. Sneaky! There was no way for Andrew have seen him, so that made him feel better. He was starting to feel like he was not as astutely aware of his surroundings (or his conversations with John either, for that matter) as he liked to think. Even Sherlock Holmes could have missed the setup with Duncan. He had long made a habit of emulating his childhood hero's observation skills. It was reassuring that he wasn't suddenly clueless. But he also had to admit to himself that it was such a turn-on to discover the hot ginger was riding his cock. And the fact that John was enjoying it exactly the same way... Well, Andrew could feel his cock throb and knew it was probably leaking pre-cum as he reminisced. He gently took the arm John had draped over him and moved his hand so it was on his pulsing hard-on. Even without any stroking, it felt so much better that way. Judging from his deep breathing, John was still dead asleep, but his hand seemed to have a mind of its own and wrapped itself around Andrew's dick in a perfect grip. Andrew gently moved his hips just a bit to hump John's fist to enjoy the feelings. He didn't want to cum in the clean sheets, but that didn't mean he couldn't edge a bit. At some point, Andrew's focus shifted and he slid back into sleep. ********* What do you think happens next? :) Check out my other posts! These ones are not stories I've written, but they are uncopyrighted pulps from the '80s that I enjoy and wanted to share before they are lost forever: "The Battlefield" in the Historical section "My Favorite Freshman" in the College section "Alaskan Huskies" in the Encounters section

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Date: Mon, 30 Nov 2020 03:59:57 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 12 This story includes sex between males. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please do not read this story. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! ;-) -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 12 They both jumped in surprise and slowly turned to face the speaker. Andrew's thoughts immediately returned to the same slasher movies that the garage had conjured the weekend before. 'This is it,' he thought to himself. 'This is how we die.' The stout silver-haired man who had broken their reverie was scowling at them from under bushy eyebrows that shaded his eyes into dark recesses. He was holding a shotgun in front of him with both hands, not aiming at them, but both hands were positioned in such a way that a short pivot could obviously bring it to bear on Andrew and John in the blink of an eye. Andrew heard John release his breath. "It's okay, Coop. It's me." The man squinted at him for a second and then visibly relaxed his guard and sauntered toward them. "Master Johnny?" Coop asked. "My apologies! I didn't recognize you with your hair all short. You didn't tell me you were coming by!" "I'm sorry, Coop. It was a last-minute decision to come down this way, but I should have given you a heads up." "It's alright," Coop groused in his gravelly voice. "It's good for me to keep on my toes. Duncan told me there were a couple guys up the hill, so I was just about to head up and see what was what." "Well thank you, but it's just us. Oh! Where are my manners? Coop, this is my boyfriend Andrew. Andrew, this is Cooper, my� grounds man." "Boyfriend, you say? No kidding! This is a surprise! Well, it's a pleasure indeed to meet you, Andy!" He reached a beefy hand out, which Andrew politely shook. He felt a little bit like a kid as Cooper's massive calloused fingers dwarfed his own. "If Master Johnny deems you worthy of dating, then you are alright in my book." "Thank you, Mr. Cooper. It's nice to meet you too!" "Aw, don't mess with the `Mister' part," Cooper sputtered. "Just Cooper--or better yet, Coop. That's what everyone calls me around here." "Got it, Coop!" The old man beamed at him. Now that he wasn't being menacing, Andrew had to do a double take of Cooper. Those bushy eyebrows seemed to emphasize every expression the man had. The scowl earlier had made him completely unapproachable, but when he smiled, he lit up into a rustic kind of Santa Claus. Wow, Andrew thought to himself. First impressions do nothing for this guy. "So how have things been?" John asked. "Oh, can't complain," said Coop. "The camp hasn't been overrun or anything and we have enough visitors to keep things going. And those visitors keep things from getting all stuck in a rut. You know, just last week--" he stopped himself after John shot him a warning look that Andrew didn't see. "Well, we can talk about that later. How long are you boys staying?" "We will probably head back early Sunday evening. We both have normal jobs, you know." "Overrated!" exclaimed Coop vehemently. "It makes no sense to keep the Big Man on his throne, and the more you work for him, the bigger that throne gets! I am quite happy where I'm at, and I wish everyone was." He spat on the ground apparently to emphasize the point. "Sorry for that. Need anything sent up?" "No thank you," John said smiling at the animated gentleman before him. "If that changes, I can shoot you a text. Thank you for keeping tabs on everything for me!" "My pleasure," Coop proclaimed. "My pleasure. Shall I restrain the dogs until Sunday night?" "No, don't bother. They haven't disturbed us yet and you know full well I can handle them if they do." "That I do!" Coop agreed. "Okay, well I will get back to work then. Have fun, boys, and it was nice to meet you Andy!" Normally, Andrew insisted that he be called `Andrew' now to put distance between himself and a rough history when he went by `Andy', but when it came to Coop, he couldn't bring himself to make that assertion. He had the strong suspicion that he could turn blue in the face and still not be anything but `Andy' to the irrepressible older man. Coop turned on his heel and vanished into trees quickly. "Sorry about that," John caught his eye. "I didn't think he would be around. He normally keeps within the campground farther up the river." "You have a campground too?" John chuckled. "Yeah. It started out as a little inn for travelers who would need a place to shelter after a hard day's ride across open country. When the trail became a road, it grew to include a full-fledged restaurant with some sites cleared for when people needed to camp overnight. Over time it just kind of kept growing as we added picnic tables, fire pits, and outhouses. It's not super big, but we even have wi-fi there now." As John spoke, it slowly dawned on Andrew that John might come from a wealthy family. Up to now, he had chalked up all the land to simply an inheritance as John had described, but now he wasn't so sure. The outhouse and the stairs certainly would have taken money to build. Now there was a full-time groundskeeper who lived on the premises and managed the estate, campground, a restaurant and who knows what else, apparently with guard dogs and a shotgun for security. "Come on, I want to show you something else," said John with one of his mysterious grins. He and Andrew got back in the Jeep and headed downstream for a while. As they drove, Andrew tried to process all the new information he had gleaned from the exchange with Coop. So John was from money. Andrew grew up poor, and it was only in the last few years that he had begun to feel financially comfortable. He didn't know anyone notably well-to-do before John. How was that going to affect their relationship? Rich people had their own way of doing things, and it seemed ruthless to Andrew. What if he became a scheming, heartless, and calculating man? He didn't think he would be able to live with himself if he became like that. That was a strangely comforting thought. All of a sudden, he had to laugh at himself. Here he was worrying about becoming a jerk because he was rich, when the reality was that he wasn't, and this entire train of thought was tied to nothing more than Hollywood portrayals. So what if John was rich? Andrew had never seen even a trace of snobbery in him. He treated people with respect and didn't expect people to wait on him hand and foot. If anything, he did that much less than many of his other acquaintances did that he knew earned even less than Andrew. So apparently entitlement was less about money and more about attitude. The fact that Andrew hadn't even realized John might be rich until today went a long way toward calming his fears. Andrew was really going to have to stop borrowing trouble where none existed. He looked over at his chauffer in the seat beside him. His chauffer in shorts and a t-shirt. His chauffer in short shorts and a tight t-shirt. Andrew was once again caught up in admiring John. His burly chest pulled his shirt tight and Andrew could see through it just enough to make out the forest of hair under the fabric. Fabric that was being strained to contain his perky nipples that threatened to poke right through. His shorts were so well fitting that there was no gap between John's leg and the shorts. But for the thickness of the material, they might as well have been painted on. The red color of the shorts accentuated the golden fleece covering John's legs, and Andrew could barely resist the urge to run his fingers through it. John glanced over at him. "So what are you thinking about?" Andrew didn't want to confess that to John, but his desire to cultivate a culture of honesty between them won out over his embarrassment. "I was just thinking about how we could get along with you being rich and me being poor." "Really?" John asked, surprised. "Well, yeah." "Well, you needn't worry on that account. I don't make a whole lot more than you do. Despite what you might think. I'm not that successful." "How can you say that with all this land? Those stairs and the outhouse aren't cheap. Let alone keeping a live-in staff!" John laughed. "When you put it that way, I see what you mean, but I promise we are not as wealthy as all that. Well, maybe my grandpa is, but most of the family just lives paycheck to paycheck. "I told you this land was inherited down through the family forever. I wasn't lying. And all the improvements come directly from a trust fund held to the land. It was started at the very beginning, so it has grown over the years despite obvious hiccups in the national economy at times. It's been well-managed, but even now, we are limited to half of the annual dividends. Don't get me wrong: if we cashed everything out, yes, we would make a lot of money, but we don't see almost any of it. The economy was doing well when we wanted to do the stairs and when I came up with the outhouse project. There are a couple other things around here that will look impressive too, but they all took patience and hard work. "As for Coop, he's not really paid. He was homeless when I met him, but he didn't have any of the mental issues as is so common. He was truly just down on his luck. I asked around about him, and everyone who knew him thought he was a great guy, so I offered to let him stay at the campground in exchange for managing it and making whatever minor repairs he could. I tried to give him a salary, but he wouldn't have any of it. We reached a compromise where his room and board were covered, but I pay him cash for any repairs he does. Honestly, he's a great fix-it man, and I'd pay him whatever he wanted, but he still gets three quotes for every job and sends me a bill for the average. I used to wish there was more that I could do for him, but he insists he's never been happier. The cash payment part cracks me up because he is a little bit of a conspiracy theorist when it comes to the government. He's quite the character." "Sounds like it!" Andrew said, chuckling. "But he's one of the sweetest guys you'll ever meet." "Well, it was nice to meet him." Andrew looked ahead and could see where the "Great Staircase," as he was coming to think of it, met the beach. John pulled within twenty feet of it and turned off the Jeep. Andrew noticed what looked like a rather large hole burrowed into the side of the bluff about ten feet from the stairs. "What's this?" Andrew asked. "That is a shed now, but it used to be essentially a playhouse." "It looks like a cave," Andrew observed. John laughed. "It was supposed to be a Hobbit house. Did you ever read Lord of the Rings?" "No, those books were too big and they scared me," Andrew admitted, suddenly somehow embarrassed. "But I did read The Hobbit." "Then you get it," John said, pleased. "This was supposed to be Underhill, Bilbo's house. We had these old circular platters that we painted to look like windows and shoved them into the side of the hill there to pretend the house was bigger than it was. I'm sure those are long gone now, but check this out." John led Andrew into the alcove, which was nowhere near as deep as it first appeared. The front of the Hobbit hole-cum-shed was only three feet back from the face of the bluff. It only looked deeper because of the dark brown color the door had been painted. John pulled out a few overgrown weeds, and Andrew could see that although the door was a small normally shaped door, the front wall had been painted to make it look like the door was round just like in the stories. John entered the key sequence for the padlock, and it grudgingly opened. "I guess it's been a while," he chuckled. They hunched over and squeezed through the portal into a room that was surprisingly spacious. Just like in the stories, the room was basically round, so once they made it through the doorway, there was noticeably more headroom toward the middle of the room. "Wow, you must have loved this when you were a kid!" "I really did! My dad had wanted to make it when he was a kid, but the cousins weren't very interested in the idea, so he just did it himself. He dug all this out and did his best to secure it with driftwood and scraps of plywood he found lying around. Back then, it was just a dirt hole done sideways with a plywood front on it. He eventually outgrew it, of course, but after I read the books as a kid and got all excited about the story, Dad took me down here and showed me what he had created. By then it had been through several serious rainy seasons and apparently a flood, so there wasn't much left, but because my cousins were just as excited as I was about the idea, he had us dig it out again and then used some of the trust money to make a true replica in the space out of concrete and wood. He didn't want it to deteriorate like his had. It has been here ever since." Around the outside walls were heaps of old inner tubes, a few paddles, an inflatable boat, life vests of various colors and sizes, and other random waterfront paraphernalia. All quite dusty and dirty. "How fun!" "Very! This was a huge reason why we kept coming down to the river and why the stairs were put right here." `That is such a cool story." "Thanks!" They looked around for a few more minutes before squishing through the door to emerge back in the sunlight. "So now you see the bottom of the stairs and the treasure at the end. Before long, you will see the top as well. Maybe someday we will hike the entire thing, but not now. I think even I would be sore for a couple days if I did it all." "Maybe we should start on it in chunks and build up from there." "Not a bad idea. It wouldn't hurt to get back in shape." "'Back' in shape? Really?" "Sure! Back in the day when I was into hardcore body building, I used to run them. Nothing beats a stone staircase to develop your calves and quads, let me tell you!" "You were a body builder?" "For about two years, yes. But then I decided I was satisfied with what I had achieved physically and wanted to eat something besides fish and vegetables, so that was that." "You still look amazing, for what it's worth." "Thank you. I had to do SOMEthing to attract a hot guy like you!" he laughed. "It worked on me anyway," Andrew admitted. John looked Andrew directly in the eye, "If it had to work on only one person in the entire world, I'm glad it was you," John said earnestly. "Me too, honestly." They each leaned in to embrace and share a kiss. Andrew melted as usual in John's bear hug. They stayed like that for some time just enjoying the physical contact before John backed away a little bit. "So how are you at skipping rocks?" "It's been a while, so I'm not sure, but I remember being pretty good." "Well now is your chance to prove how `pretty good' you are!" John declared as he leaned down and grabbed a few flat stones. Andrew followed suit and soon they were having fun trying to outdo each other with distance, number of skips, and height of each bounce. John came away with a clear advantage, so he offered to give Andrew tips. Andrew agreed, so John told him how he chose which stones he would pick to toss, explaining the advantages of the smoother and more evenly round ones. "We just did it to mess around," Andrew laughed. "It sounds like you have this down to a science." "Well, science is actually super helpful with this. We mostly just messed around too, but one of my older cousins schooled me pretty badly and I hate to lose, so I hit the books and tried to research how to skip stones. I don't think I'm an expert or anything, but I did get notably better very quickly. In fact, I beat my cousin the next time we played and he refused to play me after that, hahaha." "So is there a particular way you toss the stone too?" "Of course there is! You stand sideways like you're batting or golfing, lean back, take your rock and hold it like you're going to pitch a baseball with your index finger along the top edge of the rock. Then you just fling it sideways with your arm. If you do it right, the stone will spin as it rolls off your finger and that helps it skip better and farther." Andrew tried, but the motion ended up being a little jerky and funny--made funnier when the pebble just went straight down into the water with a kerplop. "Here, let me show you," John offered. He came up behind Andrew and guided his posture with his own body, clasping his hand over Andrew's to help him get the hang of the motion. Andrew just couldn't get the hang of it somehow, despite John's repeated attempts to help him. It took a while before John caught on to Andrew's little ploy. "I don't think you're really trying, are you?" John asked him directly. "What makes you say that?" Andrew asked, trying to sound completely innocent. "Oh, I don't know; maybe the fact that you are getting worse with every throw?" "Only if your measure is by rock toss," Andrew giggled. He could feel John's cock against his butt and knew it was growing with every toss he guided Andrew through. "I choose to measure by how close I can get your rocks off!" "Why you little stinker!" John growled. Andrew abruptly turned and before John could adjust his leaned-back rock-throwing stance, Andrew gave him a little push and down he went with Andrew on top of him in a flash. John was laughing too hard to put up much of a fight before Andrew had him pinned down. "I win!" Andrew exclaimed gleefully. "I see that," laughed John. "And what is the victor's prize?" "You know my prize!" he grinned as he ground his hard cock against John's. "It's my turn!"

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Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2020 22:20:17 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep Chapter 11 This story includes sex between males. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please do not read this story. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! ;-) -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 11 "Hey Andrew!" came a muffled voice from a distant realm. "Andrew!" Then he felt himself being jostled in a weird way that made him feel like Jell-O. "Time to wake up, buddy." Andrew groaned. He felt weird: all sweaty and hot in front, while chilled goosebumps covered his back and his butt. He shivered a little and then it all came rushing back to him. 'God, that was hot!' He thought to himself. He had given John a good drilling, and then...what? Fallen asleep? Where was he? He jerked upright with a start and almost fell over he made himself so dizzy. "Easy there, champ! Give yourself a minute." "I am SO sorry, John! I didn't mean to collapse on you like that! I had no idea I was tired enough to fall asleep!" "Calm down, it's all good. If you will recall, I think you earned a rest. Anyone would need a recharge after what you just did!" "Did I hurt you?" "Only barely, and it was all delicious," John assured him. "Now can I talk you into stepping down?" "Stepping down from what?" "The Jeep, sleepy head. I need to get up." "Oh!" exclaimed Andrew as his still-waking brain finally started connecting the dots. "Of course!" He hopped off the Jeep using John's handy rear end for balance. He could see a little stream of dried cum on the back of one leg, and another much longer one on the inside of the other leg that clearly came from the puffy red lips of John's hole. "Are you sure you're okay?" Andrew asked as John slowly stood up. "I'm fine, just a little stiff, if you'll pardon the pun." "Now I know you're fine, you dork." "Thank you for believing me. And thank you for that excellent fuck. It was the hottest one I can remember." Andrew was both embarrassed and pleased with himself. He didn't know what came over him. He was normally a very sensitive lover. That "beast mode" almost never came out, though he could feel it within himself often enough. He just didn't dare let it loose. Somehow John had yet again drawn a hidden part of his inner self out into the open. And as usual, John got the brunt of it. Literally, this time. As John carefully got down from the Jeep, Andrew tentatively explored that new revelation. It was kind of freeing to let go, but he really didn't want to hurt anyone. If it wasn't for John egging him on, he never would have lost control. So in a way, if John was lying about any pain he was in, it was really his own fault, right? Andrew snickered inwardly just a little bit at that thought, but then embraced the responsibility to himself once again. He would have to be more careful if he didn't want to scare John away. Having stretched his muscles a little bit, John turned to him. "How about we go put our clothes back on and grab some lunch?" "Excellent idea," Andrew responded. John led the way back around the hedge and down the receding path of grass along the cliff face. Andrew could see the golden hair of John's furry ass and legs shine in the sun as they walked back down into the alcove. 'Such a beautiful butt!' Andrew thought yet again as they walked. 'And it felt SO good inside!' Andrew was at half-mast by the end of the short walk down to the heaps of clothes they had left piled on the ground. "Make sure to shake them out before you put those back on," John advised. "This is the wilderness after all." Andrew did as he was instructed. He wasn't keen on getting a bug bite in an unfortunate location. John reached for the small cooler while Andrew opened the lockbox of food, and between the two of them made a quite satisfactory little lunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, chips, and some juice. Once they each settled into a sitting position on their respective hammocks, John motioned to Andrew. "So, how was your mom's birthday party?" "It was good. You did make me late though, you jerk." "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself," John chuckled. "Was there a penalty for being late?" "No, of course not." "Tell me about it. Was there a bunch of people, or just family?" "It was just family. Mom isn't so keen on the annual celebrations anymore and is quite happy to just spend it with us, so that's what we did. My sister made her a white cake with raspberry filling and some beautiful pink roses on top. She really did get all the talent for that. Mom tried to teach me, but I never did get the hang of it. All I can do is lettering. Which is why I was supposed to get there early: she wanted me to write `happy birthday' on it before Mom saw the cake. She had to sneak it in and stash it on a top shelf in the pantry until I got there to finish it. She got over it though. Her three little minions were a little less accommodating, and as soon as I finished my part of the cake, they whisked me off into the basement where production had already started on a fleet of Lego cars. It's our tradition to use every Lego in the house for a new fleet every time we visit Grandma's house. Those kids are so creative! You should see some of the stuff they come up with! Some have really cool features and tricks, while others just look amazing. And, of course, we have our fair share of crazy ones by the time we get down to the last random pieces," Andrew laughed. "We try to go as fast as we can at the beginning so we have more time to play with them before the end of the day." "That actually sounds like a lot of fun," John said. "It is the best. I love those kids to death." "So, did you just play with Legos all day then?" "Oh no! We finished the building just barely before lunch, when we went back upstairs to eat and then have my mom open her presents. We had to go back down for races afterwards though. Dad still has an old pinewood derby track from when my brother was in Cub Scouts, so the niblings and I always run our creations down the course and the winner gets to wear an old beat-up Burger King crown for the day. Once I crowned the winner, I headed upstairs to join the adult conversation. "We just chatted and got caught up on family news and stuff." "Any bombshells?" "No, everything seems to be good. Now that her youngest is in school, my sister is thinking about getting a part time job to make some extra income. Her husband is still at his job as a mechanic. He loves it, but it hasn't paid as well lately, which makes him nervous. I guess Dad made a new friend who has talked him into joining a bowling league, which is hilarious, because my dad hates all things sports. Give him a stack of books and he is happy as a clam. You should see his library! It used to be the master suite, but his collection of books kept growing and growing until I left for college, when they moved into my old room. It was easier than moving all the books, hahaha." "That sounds pretty awesome, actually." "It is. Someday I want a library too, but I'm thinking an office with a lot of books instead of a regional database of print!" "Funny!" "So, let's see, was there anything else? Mom is still puttering away at home with weekly Bible studies, her bridge club, and an occasional wedding cake or something even though she swears she's retired. Oh! My little brother finally got a job at a firehouse, so he's super excited about that. Did you know they have to go to school for that and everything? That surprised me. And it surprised me even more when he graduated�with honors no less! I couldn't be prouder of him. He was so crazy as a kid, I thought he'd never focus on anything enough to do better than McDonald's, and here he is a straight up firefighter!" "Good for him! Sometimes it just takes the right motivation to accomplish your dreams." "Very true! I just didn't know he had the dream, hahaha." "And what did your update include?" "Mine?" "Yes, bozo: yours! What news did you share with them?" "You want to know if I told them about you, don't you?" "Maybe," John laughed. "But it's okay if you didn't. I know sometimes these things are tricky." "Well to be honest, I was going to wait, but they kept asking me why I kept zoning out and I had to tell them. I'm no good at secrets." "You were zoning out?" "Well, yeah. I was still reeling from that farewell kiss you gave me that morning and I had a hard time figuring it out." "What was to figure out?" "Oh, nothing really, it just mostly surprised me is all." "Did I go too far? Sometimes I get caught up in the mood and act rashly. I'm sorry if I did. It won't happen again." "No, no! It was good, but I..." Andrew hesitated. "I am usually very careful about keeping myself out of situations where I am not in control. When you...jumped me by the front door, I didn't know how to react and then I was worried about how I did. And then I was worried that I could have reacted better. And then, well, let's just say it went round and round my head all day." "I am so sorry, Andrew!" "No, it wasn't you at all! Well, actually, it was totally all about you, but I finally just had to come to grips with the fact that I liked it. I just never thought I would, so it took me a while to realize it." "Well, I'm glad you had that epiphany, but I'm sorry I messed up your day to get there." "It's all good. Except you made me lose my first Lego race in years!" Andrew laughed. "My bad!" "Anyway, I kept pondering that while trying track with family talk, so I was a little distracted until mid-afternoon. My mom finally kind of called me out on it then." John got a little nervous at this point, because he knew how "straight-arrow" Andrew was. The boy couldn't lie convincingly to save his life. "So, I finally just told them that I met a guy I really like and that we had just decided to become official boyfriends the day before, and I was just distracted thinking of you." John let out the breath he had been holding. "Everything I said was true, I just left out a few details they didn't need to know. It was hard enough when I came out. I don't want to fan that flame if I don't need to." "I'm proud of you." John said. "You were true to yourself, considerate of them, and didn't hide me. A lot of guys would have. Yet another thing about you that I love." Though it was hard for him, Andrew tried to receive the compliment. "Thanks," he said simply. "So then it was fine sailing?" "Well, no. Mom suddenly got all mad at me that I didn't invite you to the birthday party to meet her and the family, and then she started asking all these questions about you: What was your name? Did you grow up here? Did she know your parents? Blah blah blah." "So YOU had the bombshell!" "I guess. I just gave her the short answers I knew and then promised to bring you home to meet her soon. She was fine after that. That is always the hard part: she wants to know all about every guy I meet. On one hand, it makes me feel embarrassed that I don't usually have all the answers that she wants, and on the other hand, if things go south as they always seem to, she takes it harder than I do and I have to spend a lot of energy trying to console her that my boyfriend and I broke up. "By then it was dinnertime, so we all sat around the table and ate and teased each other as we do. After dinner, we started a movie and when the kids got bored fifteen minutes in, I took them downstairs and we went back to the Legos for the rest of the night. "So that was my Saturday." "It sounds like you had a good time." "I did. I always do with my family." "Very cool. I love hanging with mine when I can too, but we are a rowdy bunch, haha." "I can't wait to meet them." "Likewise! So when is the next birthday?" "About a month away will be my brother's. I'm guessing we will meet up for lunch and a birthday cake on the closest Saturday, but it won't be an all-day affair like it is for Mom's." "Sounds perfect then!" "Yeah," Andrew said. On the inside though, Murphy's Law strove to the forefront of his mind. Anything that can go wrong will go wrong, so chances of John actually meeting his mom or the rest of the family seemed pretty slim to Andrew. As perfect as John seemed to be, he would inevitably fade away like everyone else did, and Andrew would sweep up the remnants of his heart and spend a month trying to avoid his mom. He hated this cycle. "So now that you've pumped me for fun and I've pumped you for information, what shall we do next?" "You mean you don't have all this planned down to the minute? I thought was the way you operated!" "Well, I did last weekend. This is more my normal though: I have a list of options that we could do if and when we feel like it, but we could just as easily throw away the list and do something completely different. My plans are usually made out of rubber." "That's good to know. So, what kind of things do you have on the list?" "We could return to the grotto (that waterfall from last week), go on any one of a number of hikes, romp around the trails in the Jeep, climb this rock wall here, set up a zip line, and this morning it sounded like you might like to check out the garage too. Anything catch your fancy?" "What, no more sex for the weekend?" "I just figured that went without saying, you horny little bastard!' "Well, as long as we are clear about that." "You might notice that everything on this list goes well with sex." "Oh good! I thought that was just my imagination telling me that." "If so, we share the same imagination," John grinned. "Well, the zip line sounds fun, but it might be a little late to set that up today, am I right?" "Yeah, you're probably right, but we can do that tomorrow." "Deal! And as much as I loved the grotto, I'm kind of in the mood for something else right now." "Fair enough! I'm not feeling a hike at the moment,"�Andrew blushed a little at that�"so how about a Jeep excursion?" "Sounds good to me!" "Great!" They cleaned up the lunch mess and made their way to Old Red back in the clearing. As they approached, Andrew immediately noticed the big dried puddle of cum on the hood with its various rivulets trailing down the sides. He felt gratified to know that John had clearly not been lying when he had said enjoyed the morning's adventure. The last doubts of his behavior faded away. Andrew thought he saw the tiniest smirk on John's face when he saw where Andrew's gaze had been caught. Andrew blushed a little but acted as if he hadn't noticed. After all, he might be mistaken about John's thoughts. Andrew clambered in the passenger side and automatically buckled himself in tight. "I thought I was going to have to remind you about that." "No, it's pretty automatic for me: I feel naked in a car without a seatbelt." "I see," John laughed. He started up the motor and away they went, crashing back the way they had come earlier that morning. About two-thirds of the way back to the garage as far as Andrew could guess, they veered to the right down an invisible track that was much rougher than the other two they had taken thus far. They jounced and bounced down the way, sometimes slowing to an almost complete stop to overcome big rocks or sharp turns and sometimes it seemed they would race to get through muddy patches that may or may not have gotten them stuck. This was a new experience for Andrew. Yes, he had been down some rough roads in four-wheel-drives�including this very Jeep on this very property�but this was clearly untamed wild land. He kind of assumed there was a track because of the confidence John exuded and the expert and precise way he directed the Jeep, but he couldn't make it out. In fact, he was completely lost just a few minutes after leaving the trail to the alcove. The only thing he could even guess was that they were going slightly downhill. Unlike the other trails they had taken, this course demanded full attention. There was no bird watching or listening to the wind rustle through the leaves this time around. The sturdy old machine crashed and banged its way down, over, around, and down until it suddenly pushed its way out of the undergrowth and onto the pebbly shore of a small river. "Made it!" crowed John. "Made it to where?" asked Andrew. "The river!" exclaimed John. "Oh..." replied Andrew, not quite sure what the big deal was about. "Oh, sorry; another sentimental memory spot. We cousins would trample through all that brush for half a day to get down here and play in the water. That's what actually inspired the stairs." He pointed off to the left, but Andrew couldn't see any stairs from where he was. "Our parents got tired of the all the insect bites and minor injuries we would collect along the way. Personally, I don't see how that stair is any safer for kids, but you know if Mama ain't happy..." "...ain't nobody happy," Andrew finished. "Exactly! So once the stairs were done, we never again made that trek through the woods to get here. I wasn't sure I would remember the way." "So, you bluffed your way through that? I thought there was a path!" "Did you see a path?" "Well, no, but I just figured I'm too new to see it." John laughed again. "Nope, that was pure trail blazing!" "Then I'm impressed you got us here so well," Andrew smiled. He really enjoyed seeing John this happy and satisfied. "I never could have done it, that's for sure!" Andrew looked around. It looked like many pictures he had seen of many rivers and not incredibly distinctive, but it was pretty. The river was clear and meandered its way down its course of rocks, sometimes wide and shallow, sometimes narrow and quick-flowing. The pebble beaches on either side extended between ten and thirty feet from the banks of the water itself before giving way to green underbrush that continued up the sides of the slopes on either side. Some trees were near enough to cast generous shade in spots, and some had been too close and apparently fallen in to be washed downstream, their graying masses strewn along the way. It also seemed more peaceful here than in the forest above. Up to now, the life of the forest was around them at all times, but down here, there was less commotion. Maybe it was just that the steep banks on either side sheltering it from the sun, or the fact that you could hear the happy sounds of running water, but it was very endearing. Andrew got out of the Jeep and walked up beside John, who was poking his foot around in the gravel a few yards away. He clasped his hand as they stood there. "This is a really tranquil spot," Andrew said. "I like it." "I'm glad you like it. I do too, but of course this river has a lot of memories for me." Moments later, the peace was shattered by a loud, grating bellow. "HEY! This is private property! If you value your life, leave NOW!" ********* If you have suggestions for future chapters, feel free to email me at DurtyRiter@protonmail.com

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Date: Sat, 06 Nov 2021 22:31:00 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 29 This chapter includes underage/older male sex. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please skip this chapter. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 29 When Andrew awoke the next morning, both John and the sun were already up. He had to pee, but he was so cozy amid the soft pillows, the warm comforter, and the silky sheets that he didn't want to get out of bed just yet. He lazily turned his head toward the kitchenette to see John in his boxers with one arm above his head, leaning against a window frame and gazing through the glass. Andrew wished he had a camera to capture it, but he didn't want to disturb the moment. Instead, he tried to absorb every nuance of the scene permanently into his memory. The deep green trees were shrouded in a light misty fog with prismatic glints where the sunlight played with the effervescent moisture in the air, giving an ambiance of serene fantasy. A few sparrows and more brightly colored birds flittered to and fro as they scanned the woods for breakfast. The early morning rays painted the interior of the cabin with a golden glow, enhancing the light wood tones and giving the white surfaces nearly the same coloring. The lighting was just about perfect for John himself. The angles brought defining shadows that gave a sharp relief to the curves of his body. Andrew's gaze moved up from John's solid calves to his hamstrings, noticing for the first time a crease cutting across muscles in John's leg. Was that a scar? How had he missed that earlier? The hair on his legs were lit like neon blonde by the sun. Even through the boxers, it was easy to see the shape of the sexy butt inside. His eyes continued up, appreciating the slight bulge at the sides above his waistband that looked almost like handles that Andrew knew led to those V-lines he liked so much. He could see the flare of the trapezius wrapping up into and over his shoulders where the muscles dimpled from the position of his raised arm. Like on his legs, the sun illuminated his armpit hair into a brilliantly bright yellow. In fact, John looked like he was glowing. Andrew watched the steam from the coffee mug he held in his other hand as it rose and flickered merrily into nothing. John absently brought his arm up and sipped from the cup as he continued to stare out the window. Andrew inadvertently sighed with rapture, and John turned to greet him with a warm smile. "You're up? Good morning, handsome!" "Good morning," Andrew replied. Or at least he tried to. It probably came out in a croak. John smiled a little broader. "Don't worry about it, champ. I've got fresh coffee for you if you want." Andrew nodded. "Coming right up!" John assured him. Now that coffee was on his mind, Andrew's bladder was quite insistent that he make room for his wake up juice. With a groan of regret, he pulled on some underwear, climbed out of his cocoon, and made his way into the bathroom. When he was finished, he made his way over to the man and the mug waiting for him across the room. Without a word, John handed him his cup and waited for Andrew to finish his first few sips. "Did you sleep okay?" Andrew nodded. "Good," John said as he put his arm around Andrew and held him in comfortable silence while they looked out into the trees sipping their coffee. In the few minutes that had transpired, the sun had burned away some of the fog and the light was noticeably whiter. The magic moment had passed, but Andrew was still glad he had woken up in time to catch it. Instead, it was now simply a beautiful morning that promised to grow into a wonderful day. John finally broke the silence when Andrew had made it halfway through his coffee. "You hungry? We can order in from the kitchen or go eat in the restaurant if you'd rather." "I'm not up for public viewing yet, but I am hungry." "I figured." John replaced the mug he was holding with his phone, and after unlocking it and finding the right webpage, he handed it to Andrew. "Here's the menu if you want to pick something." "What's good?" "Everything, really," John answered. "It's not super fancy, but it's all delicious. We even try to keep the grease down," he added with a smile. "Well that's good," Andrew said as he selected eggs benedict from the list. John made his choice and sent off the order. "Okay, that should probably be here in about a half hour." Andrew nodded. He finished off his coffee and then nestled into John's shoulder as they watched the last of the fog disappear. "I love foggy mornings," John murmured. "Me too," Andrew agreed. "Oh!" John exclaimed with a start. "How are you feeling? Any headache or dizziness or anything." "No, I'm fine." It took him a moment to remember why John would even ask when the memory of his fainting spell came back to him. How embarrassing! Yet another thing he was sure he would never live down with the one person in the world he wanted most to impress. "I'm so glad to hear that! What are you in the mood for today?" "I don't know; don't you have the whole day mapped out already?" "Not really," John shrugged. "I mean, I have possible ideas, but I'm having second thoughts." "Why?" "I'm just not feeling like doing a lot today for some reason." "Well you do normally fit an awful lot in." "Yeah, I know," John admitted. "Even when I try not to. But I feel like we are due for a lazy day." "I'm game for that as long as we are being lazy together." "Of course! Though I suppose I should rouse myself enough to send the lift down so they know where to put the food." "Good idea." John lowered the lift and got a ding on his phone just a few minutes later. "It's here!" Andrew raised the lift while John got out silverware and napkins from the kitchenette to set the table. They were soon seated and enjoying breakfast. "This actually is really good," Andrew said. "I told you," John replied. "Or didn't you believe me?" "Well, you own the place, so you're supposed to say that." "I'm only a part-owner, but I check, you can be sure! If the cook doesn't do a good job, Coop has no qualms about letting me know and I find a new cook fast. You have to keep the help happy, after all." Andrew grinned at the thought of crotchety Coop going off on bad food. "Then I will have to pass on my thanks to him," Andrew replied mischievously. Before long, breakfast was over and the table cleaned up. Now that he was more awake and his stomach wasn't growling at him, Andrew realized he was overdue for a shower. "I'm going to get cleaned up." "No problem," John replied. "I will after you." Andrew felt one hundred percent better after his shower and shave, as did John after him. "What can we do now?" Andrew asked. "I think there are some cards around here if you want to play." "Sure!" John rummaged through the little cabinet next to the closet until he found some old cards and brought them back to the table to start shuffling. "Poker?" "I guess." "Not a fan?" "Not really; it always seems like a serious game to me somehow." "Then what's your pleasure?" "Ever heard of a game called Spite and Malice?" "No, what's that like?" "Well, you start with a stack of thirty cards face down that you are trying to get rid of as well as four discard piles in front of you and a hand of seven. When it's your turn, you take cards from the draw pile until you have seven and then you can play anything from your hand or any top card from the piles in front of you to go from ace to queen on the stacks in the middle�of which there can only be four at a time. If you can play your entire hand in the middle, you get to draw seven new cards during your turn. When you are finished, you discard either one card or a set of four matching ones onto one of your discard piles and then it's my turn. Kings and, of course, jokers are wild. The first one to get rid of the stack of thirty wins." "That sounds easy enough." "It is, but there is a catch: you can't substitute an ace, a seven, or a queen with a wild card." "I see. It still doesn't sound too hard." "It's not supposed to be hard. It's supposed to be fun." "My bad." "Wanna try it?" "Sure, but you deal." "I can do that." They played that game for a few hours before John taught Andrew one his favorite games and they played that. They had a great time chatting while they played and before they knew it, it was two o'clock in the afternoon. "Man, I'm hungry!" "Me too! Want to try the restaurant for lunch?" "Sounds good." As they took the lightly swinging lift down, Andrew's apprehensiveness returned. He had almost forgotten they had been in a tree all day. They climbed into John's car and made their way back to the restaurant across from the front office. Andrew had been so preoccupied with Duncan's arrival yesterday evening that he hadn't even noticed the restaurant then. It reminded him of that famous New York diner with the huge curving window, large counter, and red leather stools, but this was painted in pastel greens. It was very art deco, but so clean and bright that Andrew couldn't imagine it actually being that old. And yet, the details were all there: bright chrome window trim, a sign that had enough neon to fit in at Las Vegas, and even porthole windows in the doors. "Wow," Andrew breathed. "How did I not see this before?" "I don't know," laughed John. "What do you think?" "So retro! So cool!" "Thank you! Hopefully you like the inside as much." A little bell above the door dinged when they walked in and a voice called out "Be right with you, hon!" from behind the drinking fountain. Andrew quickly decided the interior was as nice as the outside. The floor was a white and silver terrazzo, the tables were a soft gray, and all the upholstery was a dark blue, and everything was trimmed in chrome. Even the wall facing the eating counter was a wall that looked like quilted chrome. A large older lady in a red dress with a bright white apron came out from around the soda fountain and promptly lit up when she recognized John. "Johnny!" she exclaimed happily. "Where have you been? Not hiding from me, I hope? You know I worry about you so when you don't come by!" She wrapped him into a very motherly bear hug, though she never stopped talking as she did so. In fact, it seemed like she didn't need to stop for breath. "You are looking as big and strong as ever, I see, so at least you are eating well. You knew I was going to ask because you know I always do! My, my, my, it's been more than a month, my boy. Far, far, far too long! The way you keep me hoping and praying, I say! Well, that's all water under the bridge now, isn't it, honey? You're here now, and that's all that matters! Now who is your handsome friend here?" "Mabel, this is my boyfriend Andrew." "Boyfriend? My, my, my! Pleased to make your acquaintance, Li'l Andy, I'm sure! Any friend of Johnny's is a friend of mine, and if you are his boyfriend, well, well, well, that practically makes you family! Yes indeed, family is the right word around here! I'm so very delighted to meet you!" "Mabel," Johnny interrupted skillfully into her word stream, "He prefers Andrew." "Oh! Andrew! Quite right, quite right! Well, you don't have to tell me twice! You know my mind is a steel trap when it comes to people, and no one gets forgotten here, I assure you! What was I thinking? You are way too grown up to be an Andy anyway. I mean who would ever go around calling a grown man Andy after all? And you are dressed so fine I really should have known you had to be an Andrew. An Andy would never be successful enough to be such a smart dresser." As she spoke, she grabbed a couple menus from a pocket in the wall and led them to a table on the far end from where the few other customers were seated, chattering away the entire time. "Now have a seat here and look over the menu. I already know what you are going to order," she said, poking John in the shoulder with one of here long red nails before she turned to Andrew. "But you haven't been here before, so take your time and if you have any questions, just let me know. I know just about everything around here, of course. You would too if you'd been here as long as me. I'll be the last one standing, I always say, and so far it's true, my pretty boy, so far it's true. Now I need to check on my other tables, but I will be back, mark my word!" And off she went. Both John and Andrew were silent for a moment as she hurried away. "Wow!" exclaimed Andrew. "Yes, she is something, isn't she?" John agreed. "I probably should have warned you, but I love her to death." "Me too, and I don't even know her yet." "She is genuine and big hearted. Everyone loves her. In fact, there was a time when the campground was struggling and we were thinking about shutting down entirely, but she single-handedly drew in customers to the restaurant every single night, so we decided to double down and update instead�starting here. She used to talk about how much she loved what everything was like when she first started working here, so we decided to undo the so-called modernizing upgrades we had done and bring it back to what she liked about it. She was thrilled and so were the customers. Business jumped and it started bringing people back into the campground itself, so it all worked out." "And you owe it all to her?" "Mostly, for sure. Speaking of, she's on her way back for your order now. Know what you want?" "Not really, but I'll come up with something." When Mabel made it back to the table, Andrew tried to cut her short before she got to talking again. "So I'm having a hard time deciding, Mabel. What's the best thing here?" "Well now, Mister Andrew, it really depends on what you like, it does, but all our burgers are wonderful. They actually season the meat itself, not just grind out some boring old meat like most places do. Of course, I always order mine without onions because I have to talk to people and who wants onion breath blown at them? Not me, so I always say no to the onions on everything, But I will say you have to have the spicy waffle fries. Are you okay with spicy? Good, `cuz they actually have heat to them. Not everyone likes that, but all the people who do rave about them. Why, I have people come in from three states away just for our double cheeseburger and spicy waffle fries. They really are that good! Of course, if you aren't in the mood for a burger, you can always get chicken strips. These aren't those ridiculous nugget things. Why I don't think they are even half chicken really. They certainly don't taste like it anyways. But our strips are so good that other restaurants keep ordering them and trying to figure out our recipe. They'll never figure it out, I guarantee it! That's my own contribution, it is! And damned if I ever tell a soul my secret. Oh, listen to me go on and on. I'm sorry, cutie pie. I'll be washing my mouth out with soap for that one, I assure you! But before that, what'll you have?" "I'll go for the double cheeseburger with those spicy waffle fries you suggested, please." "No problem, hon, I'll just put the order in and it'll be out before you know it! Oh! I almost forgot! What can I get you to drink? We've got fountain sodas, naturally, along with a bunch of popular random drinks. In fact�" and she leaned forward conspiratorially� "we also have adult beverages if you'd prefer. Strictly speaking, it's from the bar out back and not the diner, but you are rather well connected around here, so I'd be happy to get you something if you want." "Actually, I'm good with some fountain root beer if you have it." "Have it? Why we brew the root beer ourselves, and you will love it, I promise!" And off she went again. "You brew your own root beer here too?" "Apparently," laughed John. "She is honest as a judge, so we must, but there is no way to keep up with that woman." "I can imagine!" "I think you can see why we named this place `Mabel's' in her honor." "You did?" "Of course we did! She's put more into this restaurant than any of us and she's why people come back, so it was only fitting." Andrew's eyes welled up with tears. John's expression suddenly turned to concern. "What's wrong?" "I'm sorry. It's just so amazing that you'd honor her like that." "I wish we could do more; we owe her a lot." "I'm not used to people honoring anyone who isn't dead already." John softened. "I know what you mean, but it's the right thing to do, so that's what I'll do for as long as I can do it. I'm glad you're on board, too." "I'm totally on board with that. Besides, what would I do instead? Complain about everyone else?" "Well that would be the normal thing these days." "Screw normal!" John leaned forward. "As long as I get to screw you too," he answered in an intensely quiet voice. "I'm always game to screw with you." Andrew countered louder. John's eyes danced in merriment as Mabel's arm was suddenly delivering Andrew's root beer from over his shoulder as he spoke. Andrew paled and then blushed as he realized there was no way Mabel missed his comment�or the meaning behind it. She did not flinch in the slightest though, setting John's drink in front of him before addressing them both. "Okay, you two. Your food should be up in just a few minutes, but in the meantime, behave yourselves!" Then she winked at them and turned back toward her other tables. Andrew barely caught her muttering to herself as she went: "My sexy little gay boys..." ********* What do you think happens next? :) Check out my other posts! These ones are not stories I've written, but they are uncopyrighted pulps from the '80s that I enjoy and wanted to share before they are lost forever: "The Battlefield" in the Historical section "My Favorite Freshman" in the College section "Alaskan Huskies" in the Encounters section

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Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2020 00:48:41 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 10 This story includes sex between males. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please do not read this story. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! ;-) -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 10 John was anxiously looking forward to this, but also a bit worried. It had been a long time since things went this way for him. When he saw Andrew silhouetted as he stood at the edge of the alcove earlier looking over the treetops, he was again struck by how unassumingly sexy he was. He couldn't help but come up behind him and pull Andrew to himself. Just the closeness was super arousing, and as soon as he discovered Andrew was hard too, he went right to work undressing him. He knew Andrew tended to be a little uptight, so he used every opportunity to try to gently stretch his boundaries. He should be showing that body off, not hiding it in shadows and baggy clothes. Once he had Andrew bare, he continued to stroke his body in what he hoped was a reassuring and comfortable manner. He always enjoyed spending the time to savor every sensation and moment. It apparently worked better than he thought, because Andrew quickly turned the tables on him and stripped him down in return. John was far from reluctant to move on to sex, but he was just starting to get used to how quick Andrew was to shift gears. John was still adapting to that change when Andrew surprised him again by playing with his ass. John was proud of it, and it was definitely nice to have someone appreciate all the work he had put in at the gym. And if that someone was Andrew, he was more than happy to let him explore it to his heart's content. He knew from experience that kneeling on the rocks in that alcove was a bad idea: he had practically crippled himself for a week the last time he did that. He wracked his brain trying to think of a better solution. The hammocks certainly weren't. But what else was nearby? The stairs? No� Then it came to him: The Jeep would do just fine. "Come with me," he had said. After he had bent himself over the hood, he realized just how vulnerable he had made himself. It's all good, he told himself. Andrew wouldn't hurt a fly. And no one loved a good rimming more than John if Andrew felt so inclined! He could feel Andrew's hot breath in his crack and he couldn't help but get excited. He didn't even realize he was moaning. But then Andrew had paused, making John wonder. 'Did I push him too hard?' John thought to himself. 'I can feel him breathing on me, but he's not doing anything. Please don't tell me I am dirty down there! I don't think I could handle that!' But then Andrew pried his buns open more and blew a hot blast of air at his hole. John almost yelped in surprise. This was not what he was expecting at all, but Andrew continued to tease him like this over and over. Each time was a little jolt to his system, not because they were unexpected, but rather because he knew they were going to come and just didn't know when. John realized that for all of Andrew's reserved demeanor, he apparently relished putting�and keeping�someone on the edge of their seat. As Andrew continued, John was ramping up his excitement and really starting to crave the rimming that just had to be coming his way. "Please, Andrew," he finally begged. "Please..." It was like an electric shock when Andrew's tongue finally made contact with his most private spot. All the anticipation culminating into a single split second. Followed abruptly with another blast of breath that cooled his hot hole. This was just unreal. He thought of himself as pretty experienced, but no one had done this before. Then suddenly he could feel Andrew's tongue gloriously invading his space. 'YES,' he thought to himself. 'Finally!' Andrew proceeded to give him a five-star rimming. Licking, poking, and slurping John in just the right ways. Andrew had reduced John to a moaning mess before he suddenly started. . ."munching" was the only word John could think of for what Andrew was doing now. Part French kissing and part nipping bites, it was definitely a new sensation that John just could not get enough of. Andrew noticed. "Why, John! It seems you might like this!" "Fuck yes, Andrew!" John said breathlessly. And then shocked himself when he heard himself add "God, I need you in me so badly!" 'Um, what did I just say?' John asked himself. 'That's something bottom guys say, not me. I can't have just said that! I haven't bottomed in years! I can't really be wanting that, can I?' "Oh yeah?" In that moment, John realized he really did mean exactly that. This man was special, and he would do anything for his happiness. He wanted to connect to him in a special way, and there is nothing more intimate than having someone inside you. He pushed his fears aside. "Yes I do�desperately!" "How desperately would you say?" Andrew teased. "More than anything! Please!" John pleaded. Andrew slid a long slick finger into John's opening. "Like this?" "Oh damn! Yes! But more!" Andrew teased his hole with the finger for a little bit before a second finger slid in beside the first. John felt those invaders inside him, stretching him and loosening up long-disused parts of his body. "Ohhhhhhhh..." moaned John. Once those two fingers had eventually loosened things up a bit more, Andrew took a third finger and joined it with the other two. "Oh yes, Andrew! Oh wow!" John could hardly believe how good it felt. He actually enjoyed feeling Andrew slide his three fingers in and out as he tried to get John to loosen up some more, which was no mean feat. Once Andrew was apparently satisfied, John felt him pull two of his fingers out, leaving just the long one inside. John waited for the last one to exit so he could finally take Andrew's cock instead. He was nervous, no doubt, but he was confident that Andrew� Just then, Andrew found John's prostate with the tip of his finger and John's entire body tensed up as he gave it a good massage. 'Oh man! This boy has some skills!' John thought to himself amid the waves of feelings cascading from within him. "How you doing there, champ?" John just moaned in response. "I hope that means good, because there's no stopping now!" John moaned again. Andrew slowly withdrew his finger. John tried to catch his breath, but his heart was still pounding. He could feel the Jeep beneath him jostle a little as Andrew stepped up onto the bumper, putting his feet just to the inside of John's. Andrew's slick cock began sliding between John's firm ass cheeks. This was really going to happen, he realized, and it was too late for second thoughts now. "Are you ready for this, boy?" Andrew asked. "Because it's ready for you!" He meant to say `I trust you, but please be careful with me; I haven't done this in a while. Please take it slow', but what actually came out was: "Please... Please..." John felt the tip of Andrew's cock pressed against his last point of resistance. Then it began to move forward. Slowly, insistently, inexorably. John sucked in a breath and willed himself to relax as much as he could for the inevitable. He could feel the pressure at his hole build and build while he waited for the initial pain of entry to hit him until he realized that building pressure wasn't just at the opening. It was inside him. Andrew had slid in already and there was no pain at all. Maybe it was Andrew's sleek arrow-shaped head, or the way he loosened John up, or maybe despite all odds, John had managed to relax (not likely, from his recollection of past experiences), or some combination, but this was nothing but wonderful. He could feel Andrew push more and more of himself inside his gripping channel, stretching it to capacity with his thick pole. Andrew had pushed his cock in as far as it would go, and then stopped buried to the hilt in John's ass. He wormed an arm under John's waist and placed his other hand on his shoulder. John sensed what he wanted, and pushed himself upright until they were both standing on the Jeep with both of them twisting enough for a properly serious kiss. They stayed in that position for some time spooned front to back with Andrew's dick wedged deep inside John's furry ass while they explored each other's mouths with their tongues. John finally backed off a little bit and met Andrew's eyes. "Ok, loverboy. I need you to fuck me now." "Are you sure?" Andrew said, "I realized I just barged in without even asking, and I could tell you were super tight, and I�" "Oh my God, Andrew! You are already inside me and does it look like I'm not enjoying it?" He gestured down his front. Andrew looked down and saw John's cock bigger and redder than he had ever seen it. The head was practically purple and pulsing. "Well, if you're sure�" began Andrew. John reached down to grab the tie down hooks on the hood and shoved his ass back onto Andrew's cock as hard as he could. Andrew would have fallen off the Jeep if he hadn't grabbed John's waist in time. "FUCK ME ALREADY!" growled John. "Okay!" exclaimed Andrew. And he did. Andrew lit into John's ass with an abandon John hadn't yet witnessed, his first thrust matching the intensity of John's shove a moment before, and it just built up from there. John grunted with every drive as the force of Andrew's pounding threatened to shove him right through the hood of the Jeep. Andrew's big pole shoved its way inside John with unwavering persistence. No hesitance in the slightest now�only startlingly blunt force. John could feel his insides continue to try adjust to the intruder as it came back again and again. "Fuck, Andrew!" John exclaimed. "Yes!" He knew he would be feeling this tomorrow. Probably for days, actually, but it was so hot to feel the power of Andrew's passion he didn't care in the slightest. In fact, it made it that much hotter. Andrew slammed into him again and again, working up a sweat that started dripping onto John's back. Unlike most of the "speedy drilling" tops John knew, Andrew showed no signs of slowing, let alone stopping. It was like he was an Energizer sex bunny: he kept going and going. His stamina was incredible to witness. He's putting me to shame, John thought. John's hard dick was swinging and spewing precum as Andrew continued to drill him with gusto. John was starting to wonder if he had been right to egg Andrew on. His ass was definitely feeling it now, that's for sure. He was starting to wonder if he would be able to hold out long enough before he couldn't take anymore. It was a trial by fire, because that's what his ass felt like now. But he could hear Andrew's breathing reaching that peak speed and knew it wouldn't be long before he would be finished. Sure enough, a few strokes later, Andrew shoved himself so deep inside that John could have sworn he felt Andrew's balls inside his ass. He felt that spear within him surge in size and get impossibly harder. John's ass was stretched so tight that he felt the shots of cum pulse through Andrew's dick as he shot volley after volley of his seed deep into John. Those pulses along Andrew's cock were so strong they were like another prostate massage, and as Andrew grunted with each deposit, John erupted too, shooting his spunk all over the hood of the Jeep. That was the second time in a row that he shot his load without even touching himself. 'This kid,' he chuckled to himself, 'may be the death of me yet.' Completely spent, Andrew collapsed over John's back. "You okay there, Champ?" "Better than fine," Andrew replied. "I just need to catch my breath." Andrew's cock was still hard and wedged deep inside John, though it had lost a little of that extra peak girth. "You are still hard." "Well yeah: you're here." "Flattery will get you everywhere." "I don't want to be anywhere but here right now." "Me neither." "Wow, John," said Andrew. "Just wow. Thank you for this." "It was my pleasure, man. I'm glad you enjoyed it." They spent the next few minutes catching their breath. John knew Andrew had dozed off when his breathing had slowed to a regular pace and his cock finally deflated enough to slip out. John would have to move before too long, but it wasn't entirely uncomfortable. He enjoyed the feeling of his new boyfriend draped over him like a blanket. Now that Andrew's cock was out, he definitely felt raw, but he realized he loved it. Andrew had finally let himself go and he certainly seemed to enjoy it, so that made John supremely happy. A little soreness was a very small price to pay to help Andrew open up and get more comfortable with himself. He thought about that for a bit. 'Andrew isn't just a new "project" I'm adopting, is he? He is amazing and sexy and the sweetest guy I think I've ever met. I don't want to get all caught up and misrepresent myself. How would that go over to be three months into a relationship only to realize that my infatuation with a hot guy with endearing issues was nothing more than that? Do I really love him? 'Can I even answer that entirely now though? Probably not. Do I want him to be happy? Absolutely. Do I want to bring him out of his shell? Sure! I see so much potential in him. What if he doesn't want to change? Would I be okay with him forever if he stays exactly the way he is? Well, yes... If this is all he wants to be, then he can be this, but I still want to help him be the best "this" that he can be. But can I do that and not turn into a nagging jerk? Truthfully, I would be a little disappointed, but he is already amazing, so I think I could make peace with that. 'That is probably the key: can I decide to live with who he is each and every day regardless of how that may change? I can honestly give a resounding `yes!' to that. That makes me feel better. And really what is love but a constant string of decisions to give the other person the best life they can possibly have? Not to discount attraction or anything, but who knows how long that may stay or go? If that were all there was, Grindr would wither and die from all the resulting relationships and marriages. As if that would ever happen, hahaha. 'So where does that leave us? He's more than a project because I'd want to be there for him whether or not he ever changes. Is it love? I think it might be. Right now, I would be fine if I never met another living soul. So yes, I do love him. But before we fly off the deep end, we will have to see if we are as compatible as we seem. 'I like him from the inside out. I know he was all embarrassed when he started crying last weekend, but I'm so glad I could be there for him when he did. It's like that poor guy has never had anyone show him kindness before. It breaks my heart to see that. He's amazing; why hasn't anyone ever shown him that before? He doesn't even see it, and that's the very worst part 'John's attention was stolen when he suddenly realized the forest sounds were off. Birds were still chirping, insects were still buzzing, leaves were still rustling, branches were still clicking together in the wind. The sounds were all there, but something was odd that he couldn't quite put a finger on. He listened closer. The birds were indeed chirping, but they seemed slightly quiet, as if they were farther away. The insect buzz? Constant, of course: no change there, so the weather hadn't suddenly changed. The rustling of the leaves was pretty normal too. It wasn't autumn yet, so they were still clinging to the trees and were not as crackly as they would be later. And the branches' clicking were in sync with the breeze, so that was�wait! There it was: the clicking continued in the still spots between breezes. That could only mean one thing. Without disturbing Andrew, he carefully and ever so casually looked around the edge of the clearing to his left where his face happened to be pointed. He started scanning from the top of his field of vision working his way down until he was looking toward the front of the Jeep almost directly behind him. He couldn't make anything out. He closed his eyes, stretched just slightly, and adjusted his position so he was facing the opposite direction, trying to do so as if he was asleep. The clicking stopped. After he felt like he had positioned himself for the best vantage point, he consciously relaxed his muscles and regulated his breathing to pretend he was sinking into deep sleep again. There was no way to slow his fight-or-flight heart rate, so he just had to hope it wasn't visibly noticeable. Andrew never stirred. He heard the clicking resume after a few minutes. He was very conscious that Andrew's cock was leaking the last of its load down his leg as he lay on top of John and his own load had dowsed the hood of the Jeep pretty thoroughly. It would actually be a pretty hot scene, he realized�and with an internal wrenching, promptly changed his train of thought. No sense getting all hard again and betraying himself as awake�someone was watching! Of course, that only made him hard that much faster. Damn it! He opened his eyes as little as possible, trying to peer through his lashes as he scanned the other side of the Jeep. Starting at the top of his field of vision as he had before, he slowly brought his gaze down toward the front of the Jeep. Was that something? No, it was just a squirrel frozen on a branch. He followed the direction of its attentive stare even further down toward the cluster of bushes directly behind him that partially screened the clearing from the stairs. He noticed a glint of silver and peered at that spot intently. It was exactly what he suspected: a camera. Not just a run-of-the-mill cell phone, but a genuine, honest-to-God camera. It was obviously a high end one with a muted shutter of some kind. He was staring so hard that he didn't notice his eyes had fully opened until the camera suddenly dropped and he was looking directly into a pair of clear green eyes staring right back at him. ********* If you have suggestions for future chapters, feel free to email me at DurtyRiter@protonmail.com

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Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2024 09:24:43 -0700 From: Fin Subject: Fall of the Tower 4 Fall of The Tower 4 by Fin Check out my website, finslandofgayart.blogspot.com for art, games, or to request a free Short Story of your own! The underground room began to hum as a massive amount of energy arced out of and back into our universe. "Are you starting to feel it Tower?" questioned The Doctor. "Are you starting to feel yourself fall?" The man's delirious laughter filled the heroes ears, as he did indeed began to feel a bit strange. "Are you beginning to see yourself through Mr. Quick's eyes, slave?" In fact, if The Tower was not confused, he was indeed starting to see double! "What are you doing to me!?" cried out the muscle bound hero! "Simply transmitting Mr. Quick's brainwaves to your own, you moronic fool!" taunted the scientist, "If your body can not be harmed Tower, then I will twist your mind!" Soon the hero's vision was dominated by a view of himself, but from Nathan's perspective! The 8 foot tall blonde muscle hunk looked absolutely drool worthy.... to himself! "Kiss your heterosexuality goodbye, Tower!" So it was true... Nathan had been into him sexually! Why had his friend not told him!? And now his sidekick's latent desires were dooming the poor hero himself! "You might not be able to feel touch yet slave, but I for sure can make you feel what Mr. Quick does when he finally gets what he's always wanted!" "Guards! Untie the prisoner!" Nathan was on The Tower in a flash, his mouth sucking on The Tower's lucious lips as the smaller naked man sat on the giant's lap. "Ohhhh... ohhhhh!" moaned the confused hero! Is this what touch felt like? He was finally having sex! But it was with himself! Nathan's hands ran along The Towers massive pecs, across his washboard abs, and over his huge muscular biceps! And the hero was forced to feel each delicious touch as if he was a gay man himself! "I love you Tower! I've loved you for so long!" groaned Nathan as he slurped on the hero's corded neck, and down his furry chest, giving the muscular hunk a succulent wet tongue bath. The Tower tasted his own erect nipples, his own meaty shoulders, and then finally his own swirling tongue, as hero and sidekick made out with each other in a fit of uncontrollable lust. So this was what it felt like to be attracted to The Tower! He had heard from so many of his fans for so long! His own awe inspiring beauty was overpowering! He had to fight it! He had to have more! "Nathan... you have to resist..." urged the mighty hero to his friend. But instead the younger man only chowed down face first on The Tower's massive waggling cock! The taste of dick (his own even) filled the hero's mouth, as his best friend deep throated his hard-on with wild abandon! To please a man! To feel his hardness down his esophagus! To taste his sweet sticky man goo! The Tower was being given a crash course in homosexuality... and his native brain was faltering under the sensation overload! Who wouldn't want to suck a cock, if this was how good it felt!? And since the hero had never once been able to have sex with a woman, the only experiences his mind now had of erotic pleasure were gay ones! "Oh fuuuuck," groaned The Tower, "I want it deeper down our throats Nathan! Suck me harder!" Obeying like the good sidekick he was, Nathan gobbled his hero's cock all the way down until his cute button nose was buried in The Towers groin, his wet slobber covered chin bouncing on the hunk's hefty sweaty balls. The Tower's head tilted backward as he imitated in his own mind, the intense cock sucking his friend was giving his own dick! Drool spilled down the hero's cheeks as he became lost in the sensation of blowing himself as a gay man. "If only you could see yourself now, Tower. The once proud hero... reduced to nothing but a horny animal in a matter of moments!" Even as overcome by his sidekick's lust as he was, the mighty soldier still felt the shameful sting of The Doctor's words! The Tower had always wanted to find a way to have sex someday! But not like this! Not with Nathan of all people! Not with his best friend in the whole world! But having sex with himself through his sidekick was just too wonderful to resist, and when Nathan's lips were once again against his own, both muscular giant, and lithe soldier groaned into each other's mouths for more. Everyone in the room was hard as a rock as they watched the two heroes make love to each other in a sensual display of unbridled passion! "I guess it's time for me to reveal the next part of my insidious plan," taunted The Doctor. "What kind of mad villain would I be if I didn't soliloquy!" But if The Tower heard the man's words he did not show it, overwhelmed by the sensation of pawing at his own hairy sweaty muscles. "You see Tower, your powers, and your sexuality are inherently related! The more your body was denied the pleasures of a real man, the more it overproduced the hormones that made you invincible!" Just then, Nathan advanced the gay schooling of his best friend, by lowering his bubble butt down on The Tower's wet quivering member! The macho stud's eyes opened wide as he felt his own cock fuck Nathan, but from his sidekick's point of view! "Oohhhh!" moaned the hero! He was so big! The huge man had always known he was well endowed! But never did he expect to learn it this way! As Nathan stuffed his rear end full of The Tower's tower, the muscular hero's brain sizzled from the incredible sensation of being fucked! "It's my theory, Tower, that if your body was to experience the release it has so long been denied, your incredible abilities... might be drained along with your cum!" As the hero moaned, beside himself in pleasure, he wondered if he had heard The Doctor correctly! Would he really lose his powers if he came!? But as he felt himself plow Nathan's prostate over and over again, the hero began to despair! There was no way he could fight this! It just felt too good! "Mr. Quick, why don't you use your hands on your own manhood, boy," ordered The Doctor. "And bring both of you off in one fiery end!" The idea sounded perfect to Nathan, and soon the young lad's fists were a blur on his own dick, as he rode The Tower to both of their horny shameful defeats! Feeling the firm grip of a hand on a cock for the first time, was like lightening to The Tower's brain, sending sparks to every fiber of his soul. How much he had been missing! He groaned for more, as the unfamiliar need for release blossomed inside of him. Nathan felt it too, for it was his own body that was causing it in them both! Faster and faster the thin smooth soldier bounced on the hero's lap, driving his hole down on The Tower's rigid meat with such force that the wet slaps of his bubble buns on his massive friend's thighs echoed throughout the room. "Tower! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" cried out Nathan! "Me too, little buddy! OOOOOooooooooo" Both hero and sidekick erupted their man batter at the exact same time! Nathan's load hosed down The Tower's huge muscular chest, while the hero's orgasm flooded into his smaller sidekick's rectum! The giant man could feel his own sticky goo fill Nathan's interior, and the slimey feel of taking his own load caused him to dump more of his balljuice up his friend's well fucked behind. When both had finally finished their massive releases, the pair slumped into one another, exhausted from their extreme sexual ordeal. But rest was not fated for the duo, as the next phase of The Doctor's plans was about to begin! "Now!" shouted the madman, "While his body is weak!" The soldiers that flanked The Tower on all sides were on him in an instant, and the heroic man was immediately buried in a sea of angry, violent men.

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Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2024 18:01:59 -0700 From: Fin Subject: Fall of the Tower 3 Fall of The Tower 3 by Fin Check out my website, www.finslandofgayart.blogspot.com for art, games or to request a Short Story of your own! Nathan Quick, soldier and sidekick to the great Tower, entered the underground room handcuffed and chained. The lithe athletic young man's naked smooth pale body glistened with nervous sweat as he was led on a leash by a team of armed soldiers. Upon seeing his best friend and teammate, equally held hostage in front of him, Nathan called out to his comrade! "Tower!" "Nathan! Are you okay!?" "I've been better big guy," said the defeated soldier as he struggled to walk due to the weight of the chains. "You'll all pay for this, I swear!" yelled The Tower, finding it unbearable to look at his friend so. "Now, now Tower, no need to be rude," said The Doctor as he strode toward Nathan. "I am doing you both a favor. Secrets are no good for a friendship after all!" "Nathan, what does he mean?" "I have no idea Tower!" said his sidekick equally confused. "Well then, please take a seat and I'll explain, dear boy," said The Doctor shoving Nathan brusquely into a steel chair of his own directly in front of The Tower. "What a reunion!" said the mad villain as he took a step back to admire the view. "Hero and sidekick. Man and manfriend. Bull stud and... simpering faggot." The Tower looked confused. The massive giant thought that it must have been The Doctor's rays though, as he could not for the life of him understand what the man had just said. Nathan Quick, for his part, turned beat red. "Nathan... are you sure there isn't anything you want to say to your friend?.... Your big, strong, oh so manly friend?" taunted The Doctor, as he burst out into a fit of laughter. Nathan bit his lip, and stayed quiet. The Tower, on the other hand, was a bit more loquacious. "Nathan... what does he mean?" said the mighty hunk of a hero searching his smaller friend's cute embarrassed face with his eyes. "I have no idea Tower! I swear!" proclaimed Nathan desperately. The Doctor only continued to laugh. "What lies, boy! What lies!" said the villain, mirthfully. "But I can't say that I did not expect it, young man. You've been able to keep your secret for quite some time now, and it might just take some... assistance, to pry the truth from your lips." "You stay away from him Doctor!" shouted the hero once more, valiantly defending his best friend. "Come now, Tower! Aren't you at all curious what Mr. Quick has to say?" The Tower just stared at his friend, whom only shook his head slowly and silently in return. "Then it's decided!" called out The Doctor! "On with the show!" The Doctor then jabbed a needle into Nathan's right buttocks, and injected the lad with a potent sexual stimulant! "Ouch!" cried out the lad, as heat started to swell within his youthful frame. "Stay strong, Nathan! I swear I'll get us out of this," assured The Tower. But his sidekick's head was already swimming in a haze, as a thin, long erection rose unbidden from his groin. "I know, Tower," whispered Nathan sleepily. "I know... you'll never let me down." The boy's head lolled to the side, as he began to drift into slumber. "And how do you know that Mr. Quick?" asked The Doctor maniacally as he grabbed the young man by his head, and forced him to once more look on his naked friend in front of him. "Because of how... strong he is... because of how noble he is... because of how..." "Yes... Mr. Quick? We are waiting..." "Because of how... handsome he is," murmured Nathan unaware of how he had just let slip his secret. "Yes, I'm sure he's very attractive dear boy, to a worthless faggot like you," continued The Doctor, as he looked at The Tower grinning. "Yes... to a worthless faggot... like me," repeated Nathan dreamily. The Tower looked as shocked as a man could be. The hero had no idea that Nathan had been attracted to him this whole time! "Those are the drugs, Doctor," said the hunk after taking a moment to calm down. "I know my friend." "We'll see how much you believe that after what is next Tower," said the evil scientist. "I still have more tricks to show you, fool." Turning to his henchmen, The Doctor spoke again. "Is the Neural Network charged and ready?" "Ready when you are Sir!" "Excellent!" exclaimed The Doctor! "Time to watch the sparks really fly!"

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Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2001 11:15:41 EDT From: Lbhman1@aol.com Subject: Dominated by David (part 3) Dominated by David (part 3) Well, Sandy was ready, for sure, as I crawled over to him. He got up, turned around, and presented his ass to me. The vib in my ass was still purring, the poppers had worn off a bit, but, I was more than willing to get at his private spot, and give him as much pleasure as I possibly could. He was kneeling on the couch, spreading his cheeks, just begging for some anal attention. My mouth obliged. Smelling him, and just rubbing my face on his crack gave me an instant hard-on. I needed no further encouragement to get my tongue in his sphincter. I licked up and down his hairy crack, getting him all wet from my saliva. Then, I zeroed in on the pucker, forcing my tongue in as far as it would go. He moaned and pushed back at my invasion. We both were "in the moment". My nose was buried in his crack, too, as it was difficult for me to breath. He kept pushing back to meet my tongue, and I pushed forward to meet him. Whew!!!!! Nice feeling for me, and I'm sure he shared it too. Using my mouth on him, that way, knowing he was enjoying it so much, really turned me on. All of a sudden, the vib stopped buzzing. Sandy turned around, got up off the couch, and directed me to the bedroom. David told me to "assume the position". This meant for me to lie on my back, with my head just slightly off the edge of the bed. (As I have mentioned in an earlier story, this is my fav position, as I'm totally in his control. He dictates what happens, how much cock I suck, how fast he thrusts, how deep he goes. I'm just the willing, wanting, loving, receptacle for his manhood.) I watch as Sandy walks up, slowly, deliberately, and teases me with his beautiful cock swaying in front of my face. His hand goes to his pole, and directs it to my face. He rubs it all over my face, as I'm trying to capture it in my mouth. Again, the vib goes on, and that rush hits me. Finally, after what seems like hours, his cock slowly enters my mouth. A moan escapes me. My thong must have been taken off, somewhere in the midst of all of the playing, as I felt the vib being turned off, and removed from my asshole. Then, I felt a slimy feeling, there, and a finger inserted. Sandy began pushing in and out, slowly. My throat gave way, after a few pushes, as he buried himself to the hilt. His balls on my nose, and his pubic hair tickling my chin. My legs were being raised, and Dave said, "Now is the time for you to get fucked, my little slut". I started to panic, a little, but, Sandy's torso, and of course his cock, had me pinned, and my legs were held up. A hit of poppers were put under my nose, and I had no choice but to inhale, and then I was impaled. It hurt like hell. He had just the tip in, but, it hurt. Sandy pulled out a bit, another hit of poppers, and Dave pushed in further. Then, they both pushed in, one in my throat, and one in my ass. Wow, what a feeling!!!!! Dave was being gentle, (at least as gentle as he could be, based on the size of my ass, and the size of his cock) and slowly but surely pushed all the way in, in perfect unison to Sandy's motion. The pain was replaced with sheer pleasure, desire, wanton, and lust. I wrapped my arms around Sandy's ass, pulling him to me as deep as possible, and pushed back, to meet Dave's thrusts into my virgin hole. I was totally filled. Everyone was talking, cheering me on, calling me slut names, treating me as I needed, like a cum-loving, cocksucking, pussy-ass slut, that I had become. This could have gone on forever, from my viewpoint. Just keep on filling me up, with two hot guys, giving me what I deserve. As I have mentioned, b4, I lose track of everything else, when I have a hard cock in my mouth, so time is of no consesquence. Having one in my ass, too, had the same affect, only moreso. The pounding at both ends could have gone on for a minute, or an hour-I have no idea. (Again, later I found out, it was about 15 minutes, as William also taped the whole situation. I could see, on the tape, where they had planned to cum, at the same time.....one holding off, until the other was ready. Wow, I'm glad they did.) All I know is, Sandy yelled, "I'm cumming", and Dave said, "Me too". I have never, and probably will never experience such a complete sexual rush, as to feel two cocks, shooting their hot seed into me, at the same, exact moment. Both used my holes as their depository, filling my mouth and ass with enough cum to choke me, at one end, and fill me up, at the other. Squirt after squirt filled me. I swallowed, in self defense, as Sandy pumped his cock, and litterally raped my mouth during his orgasm. Dave did the same thing to my ass, until he was completely spent, and finally, his cock, came out with a "plop" sound. Sandy had gratiously left his softening member in my mouth, until he, too, finally stepped back, again pulling out with a "plop". I was completely done. My body was like a limp rag. I lay there, in my blissful state, feeling like a king, but, couldn't move. I was surprised how "empty", my asshole felt, and slowly moved it around, feeling the Dave's juices ooze from me. I clenched, trying to hold them in, but, didn't have the strength. They seeped out, making a small puddle on the bed. I had never felt so utterly drained. I felt movement on the bed, but, had no idea what was happening. I hope you all enjoy this continuing story, and welcome feedback to Lbhman1@aol.com

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Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2001 18:18:59 EDT From: Lbhman1@aol.com Subject: Dominated by David (part 4) Dominated by David (part 4) Well, here I was, on my back, having just been filled at both ends, with a torrent of cock and cum. I was in heaven, feeling very satisfied, enjoying the accomplishment of being used by these men for their pleasure. I'm still drained of all my strength, though, and have no desire to move. This bliss is a deep-registerd feeling that I will never, ever, forget, and certainly want to experience again, and again, and again. My ass was still leaking Dave's juice when I heard him say, "Hey slut, you're ass is making a mess of these sheets. Get down there and clean it up." Again, I didn't want to move, but, did as ordered. I looked for a towel, and he noticed and said, "Use your mouth, bitch. Lick it all up." Obeying, I leaned over and licked up the fluid that had come out of me, and lapped it up as best as possible. There was still some left, as it had soaked into the sheet, so, I couldn't get it all. The movement had caused more to ooze out. "Don't make another mess.", he said. I reached back, and scooped it up, with my fingers, before it could reach the sheets, bringing them to my lips. "Good little pussymouth.", he said. I had to repeat this 3 times, b4 the flow had subsided. Being a cum addict, I would have done it a dozen times if necessary. Dave got up, put the vibe back in my ass, and said, "Keep that there, for a reminder, slut." After putting my panties back on, I put the control in the elastic, got up, went in the kitchen, and fixed some drinks for us all. I was still very weak, from all the sexual exertion, but, deep down, wanted more. I'm such a slut. No one put there clothes on. I realized my wish would probably come true. William started to finger his hefty cock, lightly. I asked him if I could put it in my mouth, while it was soft. He smiled, and said "sure". I love the feeling of a soft cock, getting hard in my mouth. That sense of knowing my mouth can have such an affect on him, sends shivers up and down my spine. Good shivers, no, Great shivers. Soft, I could get his cock all the down to the base. I knew it wouldn't stay that way long, though, and I would be forced off his hardness, as his size just wouldn't fit in my throat. I was happy to keep him soft, for awhile, as his manhood filled me completely. He rested his hand on my cheek, slowly stroking, saying how good my mouth felt. I looked up into his eyes, and knew he was not the SOB I thought he was. His gruff exterior was a coverup. I could see the kindness in his eyes. I would never let him, or the other guys know that I knew, but, I knew. He smiled. He knew too. I watched his reactions, as his cock filled my soft mouth. He kept looking at me. It was very difficult for me to look up at him, as my automatic reflex, while sucking, is to close my eyes, and get "into" my task. I did my best to look at him, but, kept closing my eyes. He would shake is hips, a bit, just to try to shake me out of my blissful state, and I'd open my eyes. He liked that, me watching him. I hope you all are enjoying this continuing story, and will send any comments to Lbhman1@aol.com

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Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2001 10:18:30 EDT From: Lbhman1@aol.com Subject: Dominated by David (part 6) Dominated by David (part 6) After my experience, at Dave's house, I began to think out my life a bit. A lot of feelings and emotions were going thru my mind and body. My body was definitely telling me that I loved what happened to me. Having those men use me for their pleasure, sucking and fucking, made for a couple of very good nights sleep, and some great jerk-off rememberances. My ass hurt a little, but, felt somewhat empty, and my jaw was stiff for a few days. I'm also looking forward to more of the same. I even got my dildo out, last night, and fucked myself silly, while jerking to a fantastic orgasm. It's been a long time, since I used that vib. I have always known of my love of sucking cock and eating all the cum of my lovers, but, now I am a cumpig. I allowed myself to be sexually used by 4 men at the same time. They fucked my mouth and ass, at their will, depositing their cream whenever they wanted, into one of my orifices. I submitted to their desires, without question, and loved every second of it. A dog-type collar was put on my neck, symbollizing my submission, my virgin ass, was taken by these men, I sucked them all, more than once, and I was in a trance, the whole time. What is happening to me? I sit on the toilet when I pee, not standing. I have shaved my pubic area, except for a vertical strip of hair, (like women do), I wear women's panties, all the time, pulling them up very tight, so the high cut legs are sexy looking, have shopped for some, and worn, women's revealling shorts and tops, and have worn women's lingerie, when I was told to. I have tried to seduce, or at least attract, men, with my slutty clothing, worn a butt plug on demand, fell to my knees to orally please a man, when ordered. I can't describe the mixes of emotions going on, the maze of thoughts, going thru my head, body and heart. What am I doing? Do I want to be a slut? Is this what's in the future for me? Was I born to this, or was it learned? Can I stop it? All I really know about the whole thing, is, that I love it. Being told what to do, "forced" to perform sexual acts with men/strangers, being called a slut, pussy, cunt, cumpig, boy, whore, is a major turn on. I get all tingly inside. I also know I crave the cum that I'm fed. I'm beginning to think that is my driving force. If I can get his cum, I'll do whatever he wants.....scary thought, isn't it. I don't look feminine, at all. No hips, no ass, deep baritone voice, mustache, (shaved off the goatee) hairy legs, knobby knees. But, I feel like I need to be. Could my cum-cravings be a hidden reason for my fem dress wants and desires? Do I need to be submissive, or is it a "role" to be played in order to suck cock? I'm always looking for a cock to suck. I don't care what he looks like, really, as long as he can deliver his precious juice. He can be short, tall, fat, skinny, good looking, ugly, old, young.....I don't care!!! Dave has just called me, and told me to be over there, this weekend, early on Sat. I need to bring some slutty women's outer clothing, panties, butt plug/dildos, handcuffs, a baby doll set, hose/garterbelt, and be ready for a wild weekend. Wow!!!! Here we go again, and I'm helpless to stop it. I'll go and buy what I don't have, and be there on Sat. It's funny, I looked at women's shorts and blouses today, while doing some other shopping, but, didn't buy any. I did see some, I liked, though, so, I'll have to go back and re-look. What am I getting myself into, this time? I don't know, but, I'll be there, as told! Part of me is scared and the other part, very excited. I'll be sure to write, and let you know. I have to tell you the whole story, after going to Dave's place, this past weekend. I got all the things he wanted, and a few extras, as my shopping permitted. I love looking for, and trying on, women's slutty clothes. It gives me a huge lift. Again, as mentioned, I can't "pass", but love the feel of them, touching my skin. Women are lucky to be able to wear all of those silky, slinky underthings...whew!! I guess I am too, though. On my way over there, I was soooooo excited. I had on bright red satin, brief panties, a pair of cut-off jeanshorts, ,with holes in them, that you could see the panties, thru, and a feminine yellow, silky, tank top. I felt sexy, and very "up" for the weekend. This was fri night, and I was to stay until early mon morning, so I had 3 nights and 2 full days to be his slut. I couldn't wait. I had shaved, douched, and pampered myself in a Caress bath. I smelled sensuous....yummy. When I finally got to his front door, he opened it, and I had hoped to hug and kiss him "hi". However, he had different plans for me. I was told to immediately strip, which, of course I did. He then took the bag of toys, and told me to turn around, and bend over, after he attached the symbollic dog collar around my neck. He rummaged thru the bag, and I felt a cold object at my ass. He pushed it in, without pausing, at all, and I jumped at the intrusion. My sphincter grabbed the base, and I knew he had inserted my favorite butt plug. I felt invaded, but comfortably full. Next, he attached the handcuffs to my wrists, behind my back. "Now don't ever take that plug out of your pussy, slut, until I say". "Yes, Sir," was all I could say. I turned around and he put a small cock ring, (leather strap with snaps) around the base of my cock, behind my well shaved balls. It was tight, and I was completely limp......and I grew concerned that it would be too tight once I became erect. Btw, I always get hard, completely hard, whenever his cock is in my mouth. Well, guess what? Yep, you got it. "Down on your knees, cocksucker" he said. His cock was already out of his pants, and semi hard. It was beautiful. It's weight pulling down, pushing his balls aside. I tried to lean in and taste him, but, he pushed me back , saying, "Beg for it, bitch. Tell me what you want, and what you're willing to do to get it". "Oh, my, Sir. I will do what ever you want, if you'll feed me your precious cock. It has a special power over me, and I'll do anything to feel it's strength in my cuntmouth. I'm here to give you pleasure. He moved forward, just a bit, and said, "I have a wonderful surprise for you today. You're going to give me much pleasure, I'm sure". I smiled, and looked up at his face. He was smiling, too. Again, I leaned in, wanting to feel him inside me, feel his growth in my mouth. To my surpise, he then moved in, stuck his meat in my mouth, and said, "Ok, now I need to go to the bathroom, and it would pleasure me to feel a warm mouth around my cock, as I piss. Would you like that, boy?" I panicked, a bit, thinking how disgusting a thought that was. But, I did say, I'd do anything....I' m trapped. I said, "Yes, Sir". He said, "Beg for my piss, boy. Make me feel you want me to use your mouth as a potty." "Oh, please piss in my mouth, Sir. I want to be used as a toilet for you." "I'm going to feed you, boy, and don't spill a drop, or you'll be in trouble". With that he grabbed my hair, and pulled my face further down his staff. "Grip it with your lips. I want you to suck the fluid out of me", he barked. Like trying to get him to cum, I started sliding my tightened lips up and down his semi erect cock, making him moan. I liked hearing him moan, knowing I was doing a good job. Then, it started. A fast, hard, river ran into my mouth. I had to swallow, quickly, to keep up with the stream of the yellow fluid. He pumped a bit, moaning, as he fed me his piss. It tasted, salty, and pungent. I almost gagged, but, held back my reflex. Finally , it subsided, and he was just finishing up. "Grab the base, with your lips, and get the final drops". I did as told, and he laughed. "Say 'thank you'." I replied, "Thank you, Sir". "Now you can be my pisspig, as well as my cumpig", he said, chuckling. As a reward, he then, fucked my mouth, grabbing my head, holding it still, as he ravaged my mouth and throat. I loved it! "Get ready, bitch", he said, and sure enough, he shot his seed in my mouth. I was in heaven, tasting him, feeling his orgasm, revelling in his pleasure. However, I was also noticing some discomfort, in my groin area. My clitty was hard and the pain was starting to reach my brain, as the cockring was constricting the blood flow. The pleasure of his orgasm, was being overridden by the pain in my body. I tried to stop my erection, but, to no avail. With his cock in my mouth, I was hard....no fighting it. So, the pain would continue, until he pulled out. I wanted to be sure to get every drop of his cum, so, continued suckling his softening member. I needed his cum, had to have it. I was addicted, and he knew it. I was in quite a dilemma, pain and pleasure, at the same time, and one pulling at the other. If I stopped sucking, my clitty would soften, easing the pain, but, my need to get the last bit of his cum required me to keep sucking....hmmmmm. I kept sucking, getting every last drop. Thanks for reading this continuing story, and send any comments to Lbhman1@aol.com

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Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2021 03:01:47 +0000 From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com> Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 30 This chapter includes underage/older male sex. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please skip this chapter. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 30 The burger was better than Andrew expected and the spicy waffle fries even more so. "She wasn't kidding about these fries, was she?" he asked his companion. "Oh no!" John replied. "If anything, she undersells them." As if to emphasize his sentiments, he stuffed a couple more into his mouth. They didn't speak much as they enjoyed their meal together. The food was too good to waste time with chit chat when there was another bite just waiting to be had! As they finally got down to the last few bites, the pace slowed enough for more conversation. "So how long has Mabel been working here?" Andrew asked. "I don't really know, actually. A long time though. You could ask her yourself if you like, but it's not polite to ask a lady questions like that, you know," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "I suppose you're right about that," Andrew admitted. And then the whirling dervish was back. "So how did you like it?" Mabel beamed at Andrew. "Really good, am I right? I see you finished everything, so I know you didn't hate it at least. And you downed that thing like a starving snake swallows a field mouse in no time at all, so you were either absolutely famished or you liked it a lot. Of course, it could be a mix of both, but I'm guessing it was more about the taste than the hunger. Don't think that I didn't notice you two were too intent on your meal to even bother with all that staring into each other's eyes bit you were doing before the food got to the table. I'm a professional, and I can tell how things go. Why, I didn't even need to top off your root beer for you, though I suspect that will change now. When you get done eating as fast as a racehorse, there's always a lull afterward. But I don't mind in the least, honey. We are between meals, so there's plenty of time to relax here if you want to. It's always nice to have Johnny about the place, and I like you too, so just take your time and let me know whenever you are ready to wrap things up. In the meantime, I will keep your drinks well-filled for you." "Thank you, ma'am, you've made this a wonderful experience," Andrew interjected. "My word, Johnny! Where did you find this one? He's cute AND he has manners? You've got yourself a winner here, my boy. A true diamond! You'd better take good care of him! Of course I know that you would already, but I'm just saying it so you don't forget. You've found a keeper!" "I know it, and I'm doing my best!" John beamed at her. "Atta boy," she said with a wink before she swept off to check on her other tables. "So what shall we do next?" John asked Andrew. "We can chill here for a while, or go do something active, or go back to the cabin for more cards; what are you in the mood for?" "I'm not sure. I am still all in on the lazy day plan, but I'm kind of tired of cards too..." "I get it. In that case, let's chill here for a little and then head back. I'm sure we can figure out something besides cards to keep us busy with," he said with a wink. "I'm notÑ" Andrew quickly glanced behind him to make sure Mabel wasn't right over his shoulder again. "I'm not opposed to that plan at all," he grinned. "Then it's settled." John declared. "Let me make sure there's no emergencies I need to contend with." He picked up his phone, swiped it open, scanned for a minute, tapped a few things, and put it down. "It looks like I'm still free!" "Well that's nice," Andrew laughed. Mabel was suddenly back again. "I saw you glanced my way; need anything, honey? What can I get you?" "I think we are ready for our capper now," John replied. "So soon?" Mabel clucked disappointingly. "I was expectingÑmake that hopingÑyou boys would stick around for a bit after that whirlwind lunch of yours. It's always good to let your insides settle before you are off and running again, you know." "Well, we still have to finish the grand finale, of course, but we are just going to spend our afternoon indoors anyway, so we will be fine." "Indoors? You? Oh! I see," she said with a wink as recognition dawned. "Ah to be young and newly in love again! Well, you boys just hold on a moment, and I'll be right back." "Did she justÑ" began Andrew. "Yes, she did," John confirmed. Andrew began to flush again. "But howÑ" "She's no fool. She is good at reading people and knows what's up. There's no need to go all shy about it now." "ButÑ" "Ah ah ah! Didn't we just have a talk about this sort of thing? Embrace it and own it! We are all adults here, so we needn't be ashamed of natural life," John said. "Look at me." Andrew did. "I'm not asking you to be rude or vulgar, but you just need to learn to let go sometimes." "I'll try." "Good boy." The swirling of Mabel's skirt and the tap of her shoes heralded the return of the larger-than-life waitress. "Here you go, boys: one sundae shake for each of you. I've been making these for Johnny since he could barely walk, haven't I? It's like our special thing and now you are in on it too. We make great shakes and malts here, but this is the special one that keeps him coming back for more. It's got all the goodies of a sundae, but in delectable shake form so you don't need to worry about things melting all over everything. I make these myself, you know, and I daresay I've got the hang of it by now, yes indeed! Let me know what you think, Mister Andrew, and I'd be happy to make adjustments for you next time if you like!" "Thank you so much," Andrew replied. "Of course, of course! Whatever I can do to make things better for you, I'm all in for! Now don't let me gab away while it melts in front of you! You two get going on those and I'll be back in a bit." And away she swept again. The "sundae shake" was absolutely beautiful. It was in a classic clear milkshake glass that had a stemmed base and a swirled texture that swept up the fluted sides. The shake itself was mostly white, but also had swirls of pink (strawberry?), chocolate brown, and golden caramel in separate layers. It was capped off with a generous dollop of whipped cream sprinkled with a few peanut crumbles and crowned with a single vibrantly red maraschino cherry. "Wow." "Yeah, and it tastes as good as it looks!" Andrew took a long draw from his oversized straw and was rewarded with all the right layers of flavor. He forgot that he had just wolfed down a burger and fries as he delved into the wonders of this shake. Maybe it was just because he hadn't had anything like it in such a long time, but he quickly decided this was the best shake he'd ever had bar none. "See?" John laughed. "I told you!" "Mmhmm..." was all he got in response. Before they knew it, the shakes were finished, and Andrew suddenly felt very full indeed. "Okay, I'm really done now," Andrew said. "I'm not used to having that much of a lunch." "Well, we WERE hungry, after all," John reminded him. "Very true, but that's taken care of. Now I need to roll back to the cabin and maybe work off some of those calories before taking a nap," Andrew said with a smile. "Good plan!" agreed John. John paid for the meal, including a big tip for Mabel, and they headed out to the car. Once he was up and moving, Andrew didn't feel as stuffed as he had sitting in the booth, so that was nice. They climbed into the car and made their way back to their cabin in the trees. As they pulled up to it, Andrew was again struck by the uniqueness of the treehouse. It still looked precarious being so high off the ground between the trees, but at least those trees were thick and solid. John clicked the remote and down came the lift for them to board. Again, Andrew could feel the sway as it rose, but it wasn't as alarming as the first time. It seemed that you could get used to it over time, which kind of startled Andrew to think about. What could petrify you at first could become a humdrum event later. Not that Andrew was there yet by any means, but the idea that he could get there was interesting. "I have a question for you," John suddenly said. "Yeah?" "Would you be up for wearing a blindfold as we, uh, `work off our lunch calories'?" John asked with a grin. "Sure." "What about cuffs?" "Okay, though I think we've already established those are within bounds for us," agreed Andrew after a short pause. "I thought so, but I wanted to double check first. And don't think I didn't notice that little pun you threw in there, by the way! 'Within bounds!' I want to try something and I'm pretty sure you're going to like it." "You do, huh?" "Yes, I do," he affirmed as he opened the door into the cabin. "Give me a sec," requested Andrew as he headed for the bathroom. "No problem at all." Once Andrew had shut the door and turned on the shower, John checked under the bed and then got the blindfold and cuffs ready to make sure he had everything he needed for what he hoped would make Andrew's day. He peeled off his shirt, shucked his shorts, took off his shoes and socks, and then climbed up and kneeled on top of the bed, facing the bathroom door. When Andrew re-emerged, John was ready for him. "Come over here, sexy," John beckoned. Andrew was only too happy to comply. Their hungry lips were drawn together like magnets, and they kissed deeply. Andrew's towel fell by the wayside at some point and they were barely aware of their hardening cocks and stroking hands as they shared that intimate time with each other. Andrew had made his way onto the bed, face to face, mouth to mouth, and tongue to tongue with this amazing man. What was left of Andrew's doubts melted away once again as he found himself in the arms of the man he loved. The kissing continued unabated even then. It was some time before a somewhat breathless John gently pulled back. "Are you ready for your next adventure?" Andrew nodded. "Okay then," replied John as he reached toward the nightstand and the blindfold it offered. How on earth this could be so appealing, Andrew couldn't fathom, but he found himself getting harder as John gently put it over his eyes and checking the fit. "How's that?" he whispered teasingly into Andrew's ear. "Goo-ood," stammered Andrew. Why was he trembling? It wasn't like they hadn't done this before. But then he realized this was different. Shock and surprise overrode these feelings before. This time, he had consciously agreed, and the sensations were notably more, well, sensational. Everything seemed to move almost in slow motion. He could feel his senses respond and his mind come to grips with the situation as it happened. John resumed the kiss and ever so gently swept him sideways off his knees and laid him back down on the bed, barely breaking lip contact the entire time. Andrew could feel his body practically purr in response. John's kisses moved down to his neck and then over to his shoulder. John gently raised Andrew's arm up over his head and kissed and licked his armpit. After a minute or so of close attention there, John suddenly nipped him a little with his teeth. Andrew's arm jerked down in response, but only barely, as it had been attached to the headboard while John worked his pits. As Andrew knew he would, John then moved his attention to the other shoulder, armpit, and cuff. Andrew was once again tied up and prevented from calling the shots. There was still the flutter of uncertainty, but not the fear that had nearly overwhelmed him the last time. The excitement was just as intense. John's hands gripped his sides and held him in place as his kisses trailed downward, ever downward. From armpits to chest, chest to stomach, stomach to the insides of his legs (neatly missing the throbbing meat and full balls that were right there), down the inside of his legs to his ankles, and then ankles to toes, where he teased even them with his tongue and mouth. A few moments later, John had gotten off the bed and Andrew heard some shuffling and pictured John removing his boxers, apparently losing his balance in the process, because he heard a thump and an "oof" of pain as he did so. Andrew inadvertently smiled at John's mishap, but that was completely erased from his mind a moment later when he felt hot breath and a soft tongue envelop his raging hard-on at the base. That tongue seemed to have a mind of its own as it somehow managed to wrap itself around half the shaft before it slid up the shaft, stroking every nerve under the flange of the flared head as it made its way up to the very tip of his cock. Andrew gasped. That was something John hadn't done before, and he liked it. A lot. The tongue returned to the base and repeated the movement. Then again. Then again. And again. Every swipe of that clutching tongue was amazing, and Andrew was straining his hips upward in response. He couldn't get enough. John had to physically hold down his legs to keep him from moving around too much. Andrew was moaning incoherently in pleasure with the waves of feeling rippling along his cock and through his body as that tongue swiped again and again. Finally, it stopped. But only for a moment: Andrew could feel warm breath encompass his dick and then the tongue was back at his root. But this time, it was joined by soft warm lips that snugged themselves around his shaft before the tongue slid back up as it had before. The difference was electric. Why hadn't he done this before? John had been holding out on him! Of course, he no longer cared about that. Not with this blow job! Then that talented tongue did something else. It seemed to twist around sideways and wrap itself almost all the way around while those lips continue to move up and down, working to milk his pole for all it was worth. Andrew was in heaven, and he could feel the surge growing from deep in his balls. His breathing must have given him away, because the tongue unwrapped itself from around his member, and then those amazing lips loosened their grip as well. The much looser arrangement still felt amazing, but Andrew could feel his imminent eruption subside. A moment later, and that hot mouth that had been driving him crazy with desire stopped entirely. Andrew whimpered at the sudden change. From the foot of the bed, John asked if Andrew was good with that or wanted more. Was he nuts? "More," moaned Andrew. "Own it, or it doesn't happen." "I want more! Work that cock until I explode!" he yelled. "That's my boy," John chuckled. Andrew could feel the mattress quiver as John moved up from the foot of the bed. He could feel the weight of John's feet beside his hips on the bed as he crouched low over Andrew's crotch. He grabbed Andrew's slick cock and positioned it just so before sliding himself down, impaling himself on Andrew's turgid rod. Oh man! It felt so tight and so velvety! It was even better than the hot mouth a moment before. John must have adapted to him by now, because there was no hesitation or uncertainty this time around. Just a smooth motion and he was buried inside that warm gripping hole. Gradually, the pace quickened until he was really bouncing hard up and down Andrew's fuck stick. Andrew's pulse quickened again and just as he was about to peak, the motion stopped. "No! Don't stop! I want to cum!" "You will, but you won't want to miss this part, trust me." Andrew let out a half-whimper, half-groan sound of frustration. "Hold on," chuckled John. Andrew's legs were lifted wide and to each side and he felt the grip on his pole adjust itself to the new angle. "Yes..." sighed Andrew. Then he felt something poking at his balls. Something solid prodded a few times and then suddenly slid inside the warm ass right alongside his cock. He heard John gasp above him and then heard him make a much more muted grunt of effort and satisfaction. The pressure on his cock was intense as it shared the snug canal with the second invader. Andrew could feel every move the other made as if it was part of him. It was almost as if... Then he shoved upwards and heard the unmistakable sound of two grunts at the same time. "Wait, what? What's going on?" Andrew cried even as he could feel the rush within him growing for the third time. "Do it," John said. "Do what?" Andrew answered as he felt his blindfold being ripped off. He squinted fiercely in the light, but as he adjusted, he could make out a trim golden torso with a smattering of ginger hair above him, then a squinting red face and a sweaty freckled brow. Duncan!?! ********* What do you think happens next? :) Check out my other posts! These ones are not stories I've written, but they are uncopyrighted pulps from the '80s that I enjoy and wanted to share before they are lost forever: "The Battlefield" in the Historical section "My Favorite Freshman" in the College section "Alaskan Huskies" in the Encounters section

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Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2001 23:36:24 EDT From: Lbhman1@aol.com Subject: Dominated by David (part 5) Dominated by David (part 5) Well, well, I'm on my knees again, where I belong, and William's soft cock is beginning to harden in my mouth. He smiles at me, watching me intently, as he knows I'm a cockslut, worshipping him. My eyes keep watching his reactions too. The vibration in my ass happens again, and I moan. This causes William's dick to enlarge, faster than I would have liked. "Look at that slut, slurping on his cock. He's loving it." I heard Dave say. "You do love it, don't you?" All I could do was moan, and shake my head yes. The monster in my mouth was getting too big for me to keep in my throat, so slowly but surely, I eased off of it, keeping the head completely surrounded. I was so involved in Williams beautiful piece of meat, that I never even felt Sandy, sliding in, next to him. He said, "Suck on this one, for a while, bitch". I looked up, to Dave, and he motioned me over to Sandy, saying, "well, what are you waiting for? Get over there and suck!" I did just that, happily. Again, I went into my own little world, feeling Sandy's cock go all the way into my waiting throat. He just held it there, for a bit, and we both moaned our respective pleasure. The vib was taken from my ass again, and I knew I would soon be filled. Dave said, "Now get up on the couch, and sit down on his cock." I looked at whose cock he wanted me to sit on, fearing he meant William. Thank goodness, Sandy was the target. After applying some lube, I did as told. Sandy was kind, at first, just letting me slide down, slowly, letting my ass get used to his size. Another moan, or two, and he was all the way in. My balls resting on his pubes. William stood up, and came over towards me and again, I was able to suck on that gorgeous hunk of manflesh. Sandy started to bounce a little, fucking my ass with short strokes, but, all the way in me. It was wonderful. I looked in his eyes, as he forced himself into my wanting ass, and he was in ecstacy, almost as much as I was. Again, I am totally filled. One cock in my mouth, and one in my asshole. Again, I'm being completely used by these men, for their pleasure. Again, I feel like the slut, I am. William backs off, a bit, and I go after his cock, with my open mouth. Dave puts his cock in my mouth, instead, thrusting hard and fast. He grabs my ears, with his hands, and starts a furious face-fuck, not caring whether I can breathe or not. "Take it all cocksucker, take that cock. Eat it! Feel good? You like being fucked by two guys at once? You want more? Suck it!" he said. "I'm going to fill your mouth and throat with my cock and cum, and you're going to love it. You're only good for pleasing men. You'll do what ever I say, won't you? You'll eat as much cum, as I say, right? You'll take as much cum up your pussyass as possible, huh?" All I could do was moan my affirmative. He was right. I wanted it, needed it, craved it. Give me all the cum you can, I thought. William had been jerking his cock, and announced he was going to cum. Dave pulled out, and said, "Give him a facial. He needs to remember this. Let the cum fly on his slut face." William moved in, grabbed my hair, pulled my face towards him, and grunted, "Here you are, you little pussy, here it comes". With that his first spasm shot a glob of his cum on my nose and upper lip. The second one hit my lips, some going in my open mouth. The third back up on my face, hitting me in the eye. Sandy was bouncing me, big time, now, really penetrating me as deep as possible. William brought me back to reality, by saying, "Open your mouth, cunt, and I'll feed you. That's right, more spunk for you to chew on." I, of course obeyed, and felt 2 more shots hit me in the mouth area. He used his cock to rub it all over my face, as I tried in vane to get it back in my mouth. I felt Dave move back in, and stick his cock back in my mouth, forcing thru my lips. And again, he started fucking my face. Sandy had been thrusting in my ass now, and also announced he was ready to shoot. "Here it comes. I'm going to fill you up, baby. You're going to be a sore pussyass, when I'm done with you." He tensed, and I felt a spasm that seemed to send his juice to my throat, from the back side. "Feel it, bitch? Feel my cum shooting into you? Take it all." Just as Sandy had shot his final squirt, Dave announced his upcoming orgasm by saying, "Gonna fill your mouth, now. Get ready for a big treat. Open up your throat, cause it's gonna be drenched with my cum." Sandy' s orgasm had just subsided when Dave shot his first volley, directly to my stomach, competely bypassing my throat. Wow, what a feeling. I had sucked him a bunch of times, but, never had I felt him shoot so hard. Again, his next blast was very forcefull. The next two weren't near as strong, so, I was able to pull back, just a bit, and taste it, b4 being forced to swallow. I must say, I really liked the squatting thing, cause Sandy's cock was still in me, even though it was softening. Dave had finally pulled out, wiping his dripping cock on my cheek. He then said, it was time to get up, so I did. He then said, "Clean up Sandy. You wouldn't want him to go home with any trace would you? Get down there and lick him clean." I did get down to his softening cock, and take it in my mouth, being careful not to put too much pressure on his sensitive head. I must have stayed there too long, cause Dave said, "Ok, enough, cocksucker, you look like you're enjoying that too much." I sat up, smiling. God I love being a cocksucking, slutmouth, pussyass, cumdrinker. Thank you!!! I hope you're enjoying this continuing story, and would appreciate any feedback sent to Lbhman1@aol.com

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Date: Sat, 05 Mar 2022 21:17:34 +0000 From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com> Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 32 This chapter includes male sex. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please skip this chapter. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 32 It was a somewhat cloudy day, but not too cold. Andrew stood waist-deep in a river of remarkably warm water. He couldn't remember how he got there or why. It was nice though. He could feel occasional gusts of wind on his bare chest as he stood there looking around at the pebbled beach beside the water and the overhanging trees lending an atmosphere of seclusion to the scene. This was an enchanting spot, and he drank it all in. A larger gust of wind swooped over him and buffeted him slightly. He shivered a moment before his attention was drawn downward, where he saw a medium-sized fish had latched onto him and was trying to swallow his dick. The more fervently it tried, the harder and longer Andrew became until Andrew was amazed the fish hadn't given up. It was clearly a tenacious bugger, and just sucked all the harder on its prize. He was lucky it didn't have teeth, that was for sure. He was surprised at his own detachment. In fact, it didn't seem in the least bit extraordinary that this was happening, and something in the back of his mind told him that was significant. He had no idea why it would be though. It felt so good. Especially the tongue. Wait, tongue? Fish don't have tongues, do they? That could only mean one thing... Andrew woke with a jerk, the head of his cock stabbing the back of a surprised John's throat and causing him to sputter a bit. He never stopped sucking. Andrew's eyes took a moment to focus before he took in the beautiful sight of John's cock and balls dangling above his face. Well, the balls were dangling. The cock not so much, as it stretched out firm and proud. He didn't even need to think about what to do next! His tongue stretched out and lapped at the furry eggs, causing them to twitch and bob under his ministrations. He loved the taste and smell of them as he did his best to lather them up with his spit. John still hadn't missed a beat and was bobbing up and down at Andrew's crotch clearly determined to claim all the morning load that Andrew had in him. When he felt he had attended the low-hanging fruit properly, he took John's tool and pulled it downward until he could get his lips around it and slide it down his throat. John grunted again but maintained his onslaught while Andrew began doing the same thing to him. John's slicked balls mashed up into Andrew's nose as he deep-throated the heavy cock above him. The smell was intoxicating, and it didn't take long before Andrew could feel the rush approaching. He tapped John to warn him, but John's only response was to tighten his lip lock and increase his suction. In no time, Andrew was spewing his seed into the hungry throat around his pole. He couldn't help grunting as he shot his load, which seemed to be the only trigger John needed to follow suit. He shot burst after burst into Andrew's mouth, who was quick to swallow every last bit. They were both quickly out of juice, but neither let go for a while. Finally, John gently released Andrew's cock and raised his hips to extract his own from Andrew. He turned around and gave Andrew a long deep kiss. When he ended it, he locked eyes with Andrew. "Good morning, Lover Boy," he said with a smile. "How did you sleep?" "I woke up once, but otherwise good." "Did I snore too loud?" "No, I just randomly wake up sometimes. It's all good." "Ah." "What time is it?" "You know, I don't actually know," he chuckled. "I woke up with my hand around your morning wood and immediately got dickstracted." "My badÑ" Andrew cut himself short when he saw a brief glimmer ofÉsomething in John's expression. "I'm not apologizing," he added hurriedly. "I was trying to be funny." "Glad to hear it," John said, relaxing again. Did it really bother John that much for Andrew to apologize? Well, he HAD been making a big deal out of Andrew's not doing that all the time. Andrew clearly had to try to lay low on that. If he could. He had to admit it was an unconscious habit. "I'm trying, honestly." "That's all I ask," John assured him. Then he changed the subject. "So, what do you want to do for breakfast? Order in or go out?" "HmmmÉ" Andrew began. John just fastened him with an unflinching gaze and waited. "What do you feel like?" Andrew asked him. "Nice try, bucko! It's your option today." "I'll go along with it today, but that means you have to pick next time." "Fair enough! So, what's your choice?" Andrew thought for a minute. "I'm kind of in the mood for waffles, so I'd rather eat those there." "All right then, time to get your ass out of bed," John replied as he grabbed the bedcover and flung it over his shoulder, leaving a startled boyfriend completely exposed on the bed. "Eep!" exclaimed Andrew. "Brr!" "So get up!" John teased. "I'm moving!" He grabbed some clean clothes and headed straight for the shower. After they had both showered, dressed, and repacked their bags, they prepared to head out. As they waited for the lift to come back up from below, Andrew looked over the treehouse again. "This is a cool little place. It is so comfortable, like a relaxing resort." "Thanks, we do try, you know," John replied with a wink. "Well, you succeed," Andrew assured him. "Now let's go eat. I'm starving!" They clambered aboard the lift and rode it down to ground level with Andrew not even noticing the sway that had alarmed him when he first rode it up just 36 hours before. Within minutes, they were back in a booth at Mabel's with menus in their hands and their boisterous attendant was shuffling among the other tables of the crowded diner. Andrew decided which waffles to get and looked around the place again. Unlike their last visit, the place was hopping today, and Mabel was a whirling dervish of activity seeing to every need of every table simultaneously. "Does she need help?" Andrew asked. "She says no whenever I ask. She says it's because she wants to ensure the `personal touch' as she calls it. In reality though, I think she would rather not split her tips. She probably makes more money from this place than the rest of us combined, but I don't mindÑas long as it doesn't take its toll on her. Plus, as much as I love her, she would probably be tough to work with on a daily basis. She has a very stringent code she operates under, and she would never tolerate anyone who can't abide by it," John said with a smile. "But I do like to keep tabs on her and make sure it's not more than she can handle. I'm thinking seriously of at least getting her a busboy." "She certainly seems to have everything in hand even as busy at it is." "Looks like it," John agreed. "I don't know how she does it." She was back just a moment later to take their orders and with the briefest of friendly bluster was back on her way to place the order. "So do you already have an agenda for the day?" Andrew asked. "I have an idea, why? Is there something you want to do in particular?" "Nope, not at all. I was just curious." "I was thinking maybe we could just go for a scenic drive, if that sounds good to you." "Sure!" "Cool! I know a fun little road with some great views and a good lunch place at the end." "Sounds perfect." "Yeah, it should be good." They continued to chat until Mabel swung by with the food. "Here you go, boys! Let me know if you need anything else and I'll be happy to oblige you, I'm sure. In the meantime, enjoy the food and don't just swallow it whole. I know how you guys like to do things, but take my word for it and slow down! My word! It's like everything has to be in fast forward these days for everybody as if the journey isn't the best part. No wonder the world is stressed outÑit's forgotten how to breathe!" And off she dashed once again. Andrew leaned forward so his voice wouldn't carry. "Do you think she realizes how fast she's moving?" "Absolutely clueless, I'm sure," John chuckled. They took Mabel's advice and ate at a slower pace than normal, enjoying each other's company and conversation until they found themselves back in John's convertible an hour and a half later. "That was the best breakfast I can remember in a long while," Andrew said as he clipped in his seatbelt. "It was good," John agreed. "Now let's see if I can add more goodness to it." He eased the car out of the campground and onto the highway, turning away from town. It was just a minute or so before they passed what Andrew recognized as the driveway they had taken on their previous excursions and then on into the mountains. After a while, John turned off the main drag onto a smaller road. It turned out this new course was a winding one with lots of ups and downs, frequently giving the impression that the road disappeared in front of them. They didn't talk much for a while, as Andrew recognized John needed to concentrate on the road ahead. Andrew was a little surprised that he wasn't feeling car sick with all the dips and turning, but with the wind rushing through his hair and the scenic surroundings, he was actually having a ball. It had the feel of adventure about it that made the entire drive fun. He had been on several simulator rides of all kinds, of course, but this was far and away a more engrossing experience than any of those. Every now and then, the tress would break off and Andrew would find himself beside a small river or looking out over a bare precipice as the road skirted the edge of a steep drop. It was all beautiful. There was nothing to detract from drinking it all in as they traveled. John had a sure hand on the wheel and a very poised driving style. It slowly dawned on Andrew that he was never nervous while John was driving, which was odd. Nearly every time he rode in the passenger seatÑor "panic seat" as he called itÑof any vehicle, he was always a nervous wreck and had to force himself not to be the classic back seat driver. But not with John. Sure, John exuded confidence from every pore, but so did a sixteen-year-old with the ink still wet on a shiny new driver's license. The difference was that his control matched his self-assuredness. "It's like you know this road like the back of your hand," Andrew commented. "Well, this isn't the first time I've driven it for sure," John replied. "So I know how the route goes. In fact, keep your eyes out for buffalo on the right coming up here in a little bit. But really, I've had some actual driver's training." "I took that too, so I could get a discount on insurance when I first started driving." "That's good," John laughed. "But I'm talking more than that. Back in the day, I had a few buddies who autocrossed, and they dragged me out and got me hooked on it for a while." "Autocrossed?" "Yeah, it's basically racing. They'd set up a bunch of cones in a parking lot somewhere and then see who could get through it the quickest. I was driving my old GTI at the time, and I had a blast." "I would be too scared of messing up my car to ever try that." "It's not that kind of racing. In autocross, there is only one car on the track at a time unless it is a really long course. It's all about you, your car, and trying to be quicker." "I see," responded Andrew noncommittally. "Anyway, that's where I got my start. Not long after that, I had this hare-brained notion to be a limo driver, so I took a training course on doing that too. Between the two, I like to think I'm a decent driver." "Limo driver? Really?" "I thought why not? I love cars, I like most people, and that way I could meet some famous people or go to fancy places that I normally wouldn't be allowed to." "Well, I suppose that makes sense," Andrew admitted. "That's what I thought. It turned out to not be that at all though. It didn't pay very well, a limo is more like a bus than a `real' car, most of the people were drunk, stressed, or privileged, and I rarely got to go anywhere interesting, so I dropped it." "Aw!" "Hey, I learned things, so it's all good." That was when the vista to the right opened up again. They were on a little rise above the river and there was a broad plain on the other side. It was like a small sea of green, but it had lots of dark dots clustered in places throughout. One of these clusters was right on the water's edge and close enough for Andrew to clearly see that they were indeed buffalo. Or were they bison? He didn't know the difference, but whatever they were called, they looked like they had been plucked from some Old West photos. Andrew was amazed. "I thought those were extinct!" he exclaimed. "Not yet," laughed John. "Though they came really close for a while. They aren't herding across the plains like they used to for sure, but they still exist. I like them." Andrew was still kind of awestruck even as the road swept them away and back into the trees. "I thought they were like humpbacked cows or something before, but those were huge!" "I know, right?" "Wow." They chattered on about other creatures that might or might not be extinct until they pulled up to a somewhat rickety-looking old house with a big painted sign in front proclaiming it to be the "Journey's Inn." "Here we are," John announced as he pulled off the road to park. It looked awfully small to be an inn as far as Andrew could tell, and old enough to collapse at any moment, but he dubiously followed John inside regardless. Once inside, the entry had a distinctly Victorian vibe to it with intricately carved dark wood in the banister of the surprisingly dressy staircase set slightly back to the left. In the center of the room hung a large ornate chandelier that managed to be bright and still give off a warm and welcoming tone. On either side were large polished wood doorways with another one farther down to the right, all no doubt hiding pocket doors within their substantial widths. The walls were covered in a deep red fabric that looked like it could be textured velvet. What you could see of the wallpaper, at any rate, because there was a dense collection of old framed paintings and photographs adorning them from floor to ceiling. To the left was an equally decorated sitting room (the word "parlor" actually sprang to mind) stuffed with antique furniture in predominately green and blue hues. To the right was a room outfitted with a large counter that could have easily passed for a bar but for the lack of any visible alcohol whatsoever. The bar so dominated the room that it took a moment before Andrew could appreciate the wall-to-wall black and white photographs and the small but stunning chandelier. Behind the counter stood a man slightly shorter than Andrew, and nearly as thin. His hair had been slicked straight back over his head and he sported one of the best handlebar mustaches Andrew had ever seen. He looked familiar somehow, though Andrew was certain he'd never met him before. He definitely would have remembered someone this distinctive! He wore a light blue striped dress shirt with white cuffs and a stand-up collar along with thin black suspenders and sleeve garters. He held himself very straight and was the very image of prim and proper. But despite all the formality about him, Andrew wasn't the least surprised when he seemed to let his guard down a bit when he saw John. Everyone did. "Johnny!" he smiled. "What brings you by today?" "Hey Brady!" John answered with a smile. "We were just out for a drive and thought we'd stop by and see if we might trouble you folks for a bite to eat." "Of course, of course!" Brady answered. "And will it just be the two of you today?" "Yes, please. Brady, I'd like to introduce you to my boyfriend, Andrew," he said as he gestured toward him. "Andrew, this is my cousin Brady." "Boyfriend? My stars! It is certainly a pleasure to meet you, Andrew." "Good to meet you too," Andrew replied with a smile. Brady smiled back for a moment before he came around the counter. "As far as lunch goes, would you prefer the dining room, the nook, or the patio?" "It's nice outside," John said. "Let's go with the patio." "As you wish. Right this way, please." He led them through a smaller doorway to the left Andrew hadn't even noticed and into what was clearly a formal dining room covered in wood paneling and ornate plasterwork. Instead of a large table in the center, though, there was a smaller table set in each corner of the room. Brady led them between these and toward the grand windows, which he swung open as they approached. Outside was a charming little patio that had been carved into the slight rise of the land and nearly obscured from the outside by growing vines and plants. It was cozy and very pretty. "Have a wonderful lunch, gentlemen," Brady. "Your server will be with you shortly." "Thank you, Brady," John acknowledged. Brady gave a little bow and then went back the way he came. After Brady had closed the door, Andrew turned to John. "He's a little stuffy, isn't he?" John grinned. "It seems that way, doesn't it? That's Brady for you. As a kid, his hero was always Doc Holliday, so it makes me happy that he's found a way to sort of be him without the shooting part." The doors to the dining room opened again a few moments later and emitted a pretty strawberry blonde girl of about 16. Her dress was a hybrid of Victorian and calico farm style that went perfectly with the inn, but unlike Brady, she was at once warm and engaging and Andrew liked her instantly. "Uncle Johnny!" she said, running over to him for a hug. "It's been forever!" "I know it!" he agreed. "How's it going?" "I'm still here, obviously, but great, really!" "Glad to hear it! You're going to be a senior next year, right?" "Yep! I'm nervous, but I also can't wait!" "I bet," John chuckled. "How is everyone else?" "Mom's fine like always, and the boys... Well, they're boys, so how would I know?" "Fair enough," he laughed. "Grace, this is my boyfriend, Andrew." "Boyfriend?!? Finally!" She turned to Andrew. "I'm so glad you're here! He's needed you for so long, it's not even funny. For real." "Hey!" John protested. "Well, it's true," she retorted. Andrew laughed. "I'm happy to be here too." She beamed at him before she shot John a sassy look. "Oops! I almost forgot, and Dad would kill me if I do... Here are your menus, gentlemen," she said in a near-perfect imitation of Brady's tone and manner. "What can I get you from the bar while you look at the menu?" John's eyes twinkled as he requested a ginger ale. Andrew asked for a glass of orange juice. "An ale for you," she nodded at John. "And a Sunrise without tequila for you," she said to Andrew with an impudent grin. "Perfect," he agreed with a laugh. "Of courseÉsir!" she said with great drama and then darted back through the doors. "She's kinda crazy," Andrew said. "Oh yeah," John agreed. "She's her mother's daughter for sure. I don't know how Brady snagged a girl like her, but it seems to work and I'm glad he did. I bet he expected all his kids to be just like him, but of course, it didn't exactly work out that way. Never does. I wouldn't call his boys hellions or anything, but they do tend to be a bit rambunctious sometimes." "Poor Brady," Andrew laughed. "It must drive him crazy to have so much chaos in the house." "Only on the outside.' John chuckled. "I know he secretly loves it. And he has ways of coping and bringing discipline when they need it. He used to be more like them when he was a kid." "Really?" "Oh yeah. If he acts like he's always got a stick up his butt, it's just because I put it there..." ********* What do you think happens next? :) Check out my other posts! 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Date: Sun, 01 Nov 2020 19:38:48 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 9 This story includes sex between males. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please do not read this story. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! ;-) -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 9 Keeping one hand down Andrew's shorts, John slid his other hand down from Andrew's chest to his waist until it went lower than the hem of his shirt, then stroked it up again against his bare stomach and on until he was holding Andrew's pecs just as before. But this time there was no shirt between them. He used his fingers to tease Andrew's nipple as he leaned down a little bit and nibbled on Andrew's ear. "Mmmmm�" murmured Andrew. Body contact was really his thing, he realized. The more full-on contact his body had with John's the better. So when John's hands loosened their grip and moved toward his waist, he almost shivered in anticipation of what he knew was coming next. John lightly grasped his waist and slowly slid his hands up Andrew's body, pulling his shirt up as he went. Andrew raised his hands above his head and John continued up his body and then up his arms until Andrew's shirt was upside down and around his arms and head. John gathered his hands together and held Andrew's wrists and shirt with one hand while his other hand helped Andrew get his chin through the collar. Then with a sweep of John's other arm, Andrew's shirt was suddenly gone. Andrew lowered his arms, which were promptly pinned to his sides when John again put his arms around him. One hand lay firmly at the base of Andrew's neck while the other went to just below that and started stroking his chest and stomach. "I just love the feel of your skin," said John. "It's like silk." 'I don't know about that, but whatever you say,' Andrew thought. 'Just don't you dare stop now.' John didn't for a while, but of course there was more to come. His hands worked their way down to Andrew's shorts again eventually. Still keeping Andrew's arms pinned, John unbuckled Andrew's belt and they just dropped over his slender hips to the ground. John hunched over just a bit so his chin was resting over Andrew's shoulder and then he stroked his lower body, still taking care to avoid the raging monster that was desperately straining at the fabric of the clearly inadequate bikini briefs Andrew was still wearing. Andrew was on cloud nine. Here he was outside in the open air with the hottest man ever slowly and sensually stripping him for all the world to see. He had never dared do anything like this outside before. The threat of being caught and his own insecurities about his body had made this an unfathomable option. Yet here he was. When he was with John, he was finding out all kinds of new things about himself. It was like a part of him had been locked away and he didn't even realize it until random things would pop up. His emotional breakdown, his reaction to John's suddenly aggressive farewell last week, and now this increasing physical exposure. Maybe he didn't know himself as well as he thought. He knew in the back of his mind that he had always policed himself from getting into awkward or compromising situations, but he had no idea that he would be responding this way to them when he was freed from his self-imposed limitations. It was a total rush. While Andrew was running through these thoughts, John had not been idle. He didn't need to see the growing wet spot in front of Andrew' shorts to know how turned on he was: his erection was strong enough to push the front waistband away from his body, giving John's roaming hands more and more access inside. John's caresses of Andrew's lithe body were now constantly teasing the waistband of his underwear. John stroked up toward Andrew's waistline with his flattened hands and then around to the back until his thumbs met, then pushed the band in back down a little bit as he stroked forward again, drawing the waistband down a little all the way around as he went. He repeated the gesture a few more times until he could feel the upper crack of Andrew's ass with his thumbs and it was clearly not going down any further until the obstruction up front was dealt with. He gripped the band between two fingers of each hand and pushed them out, holding back Andrew's cock with the next two fingers so it wouldn't catch as he pulled the fabric down and hooked it under Andrew's balls. John let go of his dick and it sprang straight out at attention while he slid his hands back under the waist behind and finally pulled them down and down until gravity took over and they too dropped to the ground. Andrew pulled one foot out of the puddle of fabric at his feet and used the other foot to kick the clothing away to the side. He was now wearing nothing but his shoes and socks. And feeling very free. John stood up straight again behind him and just held him to his chest while he continued to caress Andrew's upper body. Andrew was loving this, but it was only halfway to where he wanted it to be. John was obviously quite happy with the state of affairs, as attested by the poking he was giving Andrew's rear. He reluctantly turned within John's arms and looked him in the eye. "Nice try bucko," he told John. "But you're not getting off there!" Laughing at his own unintended pun, he leaned in to kiss John while his hands grabbed the hem of John's shirt. Oh yeah: A week had been way too long to be apart after last Friday! The kiss was light because he knew he'd have to break it to get John's shirt over his head and expose that hairy chest, but it was still electric. No sooner did the shirt come off than he dove back into John's face for more. And just as quickly, his hands were working on John's belt and the snaps of his shorts. He didn't waste time this go around: he wanted to be skin to skin as soon as possible. Their kiss had barely started before John's shorts and boxers were laying on the toes of his boots. John growled appreciatively at his fervor as Andrew tightened his embrace with him, mashing their randy cocks between them. With one hand up around his neck, he kept John's mouth locked to his own, while his other pulled him close by the small of his back. John responded by crushing Andrew into another big bear hug. THIS was just right: Andrew was being held in strong arms, feeling John's soft golden fur and hot solid body against his own frame, and breathing in the masculine smell of John. While John squeezed him tight, Andrew's lower hand began to roam around John's waist and back until the ever-widening movement began to graze the top of John's ass. Then that ass became the focus. Andrew explored with his fingers, at first gently, then more and more forcefully. John's ass had looked beautiful before, no doubt, but as Andrew kneaded the twin globes, he marveled how firm they were. 'I was right,' Andrew thought. 'He really DOESN'T skip leg day! These don't get this firm without dedication and effort.' He had heard asses referred to as "melons" before, but had never thought it was more than a generous description. He now realized that there apparently were some worthy of the label. Soon he had a hand on each cheek prodding, stroking, and pulling them apart from each other. John pulled back a little from the kiss and looked at Andrew. "So do I pass muster?" "With flying colors!" "Well that's good. It's nice to know it wasn't all for nothing." "Definitely not for nothing! In fact, I think I'm going to have to do a closer inspection." "Oh, really now?" "Definitely." "I see. You think I might have missed something?" "Well it can't hurt to check. It's not like you can do a really close study by yourself." "That's true: I'm not quite that flexible anymore." "Well then, allow me!" "Yes, sir! But if I may, let me save you some knee pain." "Okay, what do you have in mind?" "Come with me." John stepped out of his shorts and started up the trail with his rock-hard poker leading the way. Andrew followed close behind, but far enough back to watch John's furry ass bunch and flex as he walked ahead. Andrew could almost feel himself drooling at the sight and knowing that those cheeks were his to use now. He looked down and realized he actually was kind of drooling after all: precum was literally seeping out in clear strands that flung and swung as he followed that gorgeous butt up the hill. John led him up to the path and stairs, around the verge of bushes and right up to the Jeep. He stepped up onto the front bumper with a booted foot on each side and leaned down over the hood, grasping the loops on the hood to hold himself in place. His wide stance and bent posture exposed his backside fully to a very happy Andrew. Those perfectly furry, perfectly muscled legs formed an A shape with two solid mounds of man flesh meeting at the top. John's tight little hole could just be seen winking out from underneath the hair in that crevice of mystery and promise. Andrew unconsciously licked his lips as he took it all in for a moment before he gave in to the magnetic pull that this perfect ass had on him. His cock was still leaking and borderline painful it was so hard. He walked up close to the Jeep and reached out to put a hand gently on each side of John's ass. He started massaging them a little bit before moving his hands all the way down John's legs. He loved the feel of the soft hair so much he repeated the gesture a few times before he gripped those fuzzy globes and leaned in toward John's hole. John could feel Andrew's breath as he drew close and surprised Andrew with a whimpering gasp of a moan. 'Ah yes,' Andrew thought. 'The anticipation!' And as eager as he was to dive in, he paused. 'We will have to build that up a bit for dear John, won't we?' He stayed that distance away for a moment so John could feel his breath but nothing else besides his open hands firmly gripping those melons. Andrew moved his hands just a little inward and used his thumbs to pry open that tight little canyon a bit more, and then purposely blew little jets of air at John's hole. It seemed to pulse in response as it tightened and then relaxed with each puff. Andrew pressed his palms in harder and pushed John's cheeks outward to open his crack even more and then blew a few more "breath jets" at his target. John was whimpering by now. "Please, Andrew," he begged. "Please�" Andrew leaned in just a little bit more and did a quick swipe with his tongue over John's pucker. "Oh fuck!" John cried out as his hole spasmed at the sudden contact finally made. Andrew blew on his hole again. This time, the air cooled the moisture left by Andrew's tongue immediately, surprising John with a chill blast. "Oh God! What are you�" Andrew's tongue dove straight into John's ass like a warm and slippery dart, causing John to cut himself off with a gasp. Andrew wriggled his tongue around, working to loosen up John's vice grip-like ring muscles. He slid it in and out over and over, now going to the left, now going to the right, now going up, now going down, giving John's hole a good workout. Andrew was too close to see that John's dick was oozing precum all over the hood of the Jeep as Andrew worked him over, but he could definitely hear John moaning loudly though, and the bucking of his ass was undeniable as Andrew had to use all his strength to hold it in place to continue his assault. Andrew suddenly withdrew his tongue and started to kiss around John's pucker until he was French kissing it directly. The renewed tongue stimulation had John grinding back into Andrew's face trying to get more inside. Andrew drew back to look at his progress and saw his spit had plastered the hair to John's skin and his ruddy-colored hole was decidedly more pink than before. Andrew blew on it again and was rewarded with a butthole spasm. "Why, John! It seems you might like this!" "Fuck yes, Andrew!" he cried. "God, I need you in me so badly!" "Oh yeah?" "Yes I do�desperately!" "How desperately would you say?" Andrew teased. "More than anything! Please!" John pleaded. Andrew licked his fingers and slid one into John's hungry-looking hole. "Like this?" "Oh damn! Yes! But more!" Andrew teased his hole with the finger for a little bit, enjoying the man writhing at his touch. Then he moved a second finger beside the first and pushed it in too. "Ohhhhhhhh�" moaned John. Once those two fingers had eventually loosened things up a bit more, Andrew took a third finger and joined it with the other two. "Oh yes, Andrew! Oh wow!" He slid the three fingers back and forth a bit. Still trying to open John up some more. Each stage took a bit to accomplish, because John was very tight. Andrew realized it had to have been a while for John to have had any attention here for a while, so he was careful not to overwork the tender flesh. Once Andrew felt that John had loosened up a bit, he pulled two of his fingers out, leaving just the long one inside. He felt around with it a little until he found what he was looking for: that little pleasure nub that every man had. Andrew stroked John's prostate with the tip of his finger and he could feel John's entire body tense up as he worked. Andrew could see now that John was pre-cumming like crazy on the hood of the Jeep. It had gathered into a big puddle under him and was starting to run to the edge of the hood in a steady ooze of clear excitement. Andrew took his free hand and gathered up as much as he could and slathered it on his aching cock while he continued to work John's button. "How you doing there, champ?" John just moaned in response. "I hope that means good, because there's no stopping now!" John moaned again. Andrew chuckled to himself as he gave John's prostate a few last swipes. He could feel John had begun to tighten up just a little bit already as he slowly withdrew his finger. John sighed as he began to catch his breath. Andrew stepped up onto the bumper of the Jeep with one foot inside each of John's, keeping his legs spread apart. He laid his aching precum-slicked cock between the firm globes of John's ass and rubbed it back and forth. "Are you ready for this, boy?" Andrew asked the panting John. "Because it's ready for you!" "Please," John moaned. "Please�" Andrew lined up his fuck pole with John's pink winker and pressed the tip against the center of the ring of resistance. ********* If you have suggestions for future chapters, feel free to email me at DurtyRiter@protonmail.com

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Date: Wed, 15 Sep 2021 18:30:44 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 27 This chapter includes underage/older male sex. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please skip this chapter. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 27 Andrew violently suppressed his panic at the unfamiliar motions and the knowledge that every slow second lifted him further from terra firma. He remembered the old adage of not looking down and instead focused his attention upward at the cabin to which they were headed. It was impossibly bigger than he thought it should be at this height, but upon further inspection, he realized that all four corners were securely anchored to extremely wide trees. In fact, it appeared that the trees literally grew around the corners and gave it the impression of being held up by four large hands. The elevator slid itself up into a small alcove at one corner. Once it gently bumped to a stop, John turned the handle of the door they faced and swung it into the cabin before sliding back the accordion gate of the cage and gesturing for Andrew to step out. Not even pausing to take a calming breath, Andrew stepped over the threshold and into the fantastical treehouse. It was pretty much one large room with what appeared to be a couple large closets to the right of the elevator shaft forming the rest of the wall. The structure and all the furniture inside looked to be raw bamboo logs and reeds lashed together, but there were also lots of gauzy curtains, plump pillows, and cozy looking blankets all in a clean white. The bed, with its oversized head- and footboards, was set against the wall to the right, while a few steps in front of the elevator, a couch faced the foot of the bed. Beyond the couch was a small table with four small chairs around it. The opposite corner contained a kitchenette with a small fridge, a two-burner stove, and a sink. The lack of counter space was offset with a butcher block-topped island Andrew later found was on casters for moving around. This place had much more of a resort feel than a random motel room, that was for certain. If all those other cabins were of this caliber, it was no wonder that John didn't have any trouble keeping his business going. "So, what do you think?" John asked. "Does it pass muster?" "Definitely!" exclaimed Andrew. "I didn't expect this at all!" "Really? What were you expecting?" "Well, okay, I had no idea, but I'm still impressed." "That works for me!" John laughed. "Can you guess what our inspiration was for this one?" "I get Swiss Family Robinson jungle vibes..." "Nailed it one!" crowed John. "My dad loved that movie, and after seeing the treehouse at Disneyland, he was inspired to build this. Luckily, the d�cor has changed a bit since he first built it though. There used to be a lot of orange and avocado polyester. Even when I was a kid I hated it, but I had no say until I took over running things. This was the first thing I updated." "Well done!" said Andrew. "I love it. It feels so high end!" John beamed back at him. "Then kick off your shoes and stay a while!" He did, and then eyed the comforter on the bed. So white. So fluffy. He pinched a little bit of the fabric between his fingers, and it was every bit as soft as it looked. It was just so... Suddenly, he whirled around and launched himself backward onto the bed as if he was going to make a snow angel, and it was as if he landed on a cloud. He closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure. This was living! He saw a flash of movement just as he started to open his eyes, but it wasn't enough for him to react before John had pounced right on top of him, landing on his hands and knees with his smiling face mere inches above Andrew's. "I couldn't let you have ALL the fun," he joked. "I wanted in," he added with a wink. Then he leaned down and planted a deep kiss on Andrew that left him breathless. John slid his mouth sideways until he was tenderly kissing Andrew's neck just where it met his jawline. Andrew groaned in response as John went at his neck. Not too hard, but not in the least way trepidatious either. It was perfectly tender and insistent, and Andrew lost himself to the feeling. "Oh, John�" he breathed. John paid him no mind and just kept going. And going. And going. It was all so romantic that Andrew let him take the lead. His fingers ran through John's thick hair as he nibbled and licked and kissed at his neck. John's ministrations eventually made that spot on his neck ultra-sensitive and ticklish while the rest of him started writhing with desire for attention. It wasn't until Andrew finally pushed him away, gasping in lovely agony that John finally relented. He looked into Andrew's eyes with a grin. "Can't handle it, huh?" "Not all in the same spot." "Hmmm..." John said thoughtfully. "I have a solution for that." And he was instantly working the exact same spot on the other side of Andrew's neck with the same diligence. "Oh God," Andrew groaned. John must have groaned too, because his mouth seemed to buzz on the now-sensitive second spot. Andrew yipped at the sensation and eventually once again pushed John away. "Please, no more of that," he gasped. "Not in that spot." John nodded and with one hand, drew Andrew's face up for a deep kiss. He adjusted himself to balance on his other elbow while they explored each other's mouths with their tongues. Before long, though, he gently let Andrew's head back down to the bed. Andrew could feel John's thick forearms clasped behind his back, but it didn't hurt at all because the bed was just so soft. John moved downward and Andrew soon realized he could no longer move his arms, though he didn't really care to, either. John had stopped at Andrew's nipples and licked them gently one by one. The licking gave way to kissing that got more and more intense until Andrew was squirming again. That led to an occasional nip here and there, extracting little yelps from Andrew. Then John started to pinch each nipple between his teeth and lick and tease it with his tongue. He kept at this for quite some time and Andrew was loving it despite the steadily increasing sensitivity. His nipples were starting to feel just a little sore and he started to jerk whenever John left one for the other. He wanted to push John away again, but John still had his arms pinned at his sides. John seemed to sense that, but he didn't stop. Somehow, he knew just how far he could go before Andrew was about to yell at him to stop, and then he would switch sides again. Andrew started panting at the over-stimulation and grunting in frustration. His cock made it quite clear just how much he was enjoying it, though. Andrew knew John could feel how hard he was as his cock pressed into John's stomach, no doubt making his shorts damp and rough as it tried to break through his zipper from sheer force of will. And still the nipple onslaught continued. Andrew was thrashing his head back and forth and whimpering as John worked until finally Andrew roared. "STOP! Oh God, stop! I can't take it anymore!" In a flash, John whipped his arms out from under Andrew to grab the waistband of his shorts and yank them down, not bothering with the belt, the snap, or the zipper. Andrew could feel his hips get scraped a little at the motion, but forgot about it almost instantly as John's hot mouth engulfed his throbbing cock in one quick swallow. "Ah!" yelled Andrew involuntarily as the exquisite pain and torture had suddenly been replaced with the absolute pleasure of John's exceptional blowjob skills. His cock hadn't stopped throbbing and pulsing from the previous excitement, so Andrew knew he wasn't going to last long, and he didn't. In about ten seconds, he started gushing what had to be gallons of cum down John's throat. He startled himself at how he continued to shoot and shoot and shoot his load. Somehow John took it all and continued to nurse on it for any last drops. Having just cum, Andrew `s cock was super sensitive, but that didn't stop John. Andrew was gasping and couldn't even cry out for him to stop as his cock begged for mercy when the strangest thing happened: he got hard again. What?!? There was no denying that even as Andrew was pounding on John's head to get him to stop, he was getting hard again. John grabbed his hands and kept sucking�hard�on his reawakened fuck stick. Andrew's mind was swirling in overdrive trying to process the sensations and figure out what was happening at the same time. He had lost his mooring, and was just awash in incredible waves of exciting chaos. John never stopped, just ramping up his efforts as Andrew's cock responded. As Andrew floundered with his sanity, he felt like his entire being was surging into his cock, making it swell and bloat until it threatened to explode. And then it did. He shot again as if he hadn't cum at all the first time, pouring another load into the talented mouth of this amazing man who had taken him on this incomprehensible sexual ride. John licked the last drop from the tip of Andrew's cock and finally released it. "How was that?" he asked proudly as he looked up into the face of the man he loved more than any other. But Andrew had passed out. ********* What do you think happens next? :) Check out my other posts! 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Date: Sat, 30 Oct 2021 20:31:15 +0000 From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com> Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 28 This chapter includes underage/older male sex. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please skip this chapter. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 28 The next thing Andrew saw was not John. Instead, it was a smile with hints of a smirk, messy red hair and brilliant green eyes. What was he doing here? Where is John? He looked to the side just in time to see John's face change from intense worry to relief. "Oh, thank God you're okay!" he exclaimed. "What...?" Andrew trailed off. "You had us worried for a little bit there!" the redhead answered. "Why? What happened?" "You passed out," John explained. "I didn't think anything of it at first, but then I was going to re-situate you and I couldn't wake you up, so I called for help to check on you." That was when Andrew realized he wasn't lying naked crosswise on top of the bed anymore. Instead, he was nestled under the covers in the middle of it slightly propped up with pillows from behind with John and the ginger guy sitting on either side of him. He was even wearing a t-shirt. As he looked up, John caught his eye and gave him a little wink. That man! He cared even about the little things and spared him the embarrassment of being all splayed out for the...doctor? The cute guy with the Jeep was a doctor? He was much too young for that, wasn't he? He turned to him. "And you are...?" "Oh! My bad!" John exclaimed. "Andrew, this is Duncan." Duncan! As in the guy who took pics of him and John on the Jeep? That Duncan? Andrew could feel his face starting to blush as he froze for a moment. He recovered his composure as John continued his introduction: "Duncan is a certified lifeguard, and they all have to pass pretty intense first aid training. When I didn't know if you were all right, I remembered seeing him in the office when I checked in, so I asked him to come check you out," he saidÑand then added quickly, "To make sure you were okay." "Well thank you, Duncan, but I think I'm alright." He turned to John. "How long was I out?" "A little more than an hour." "Just an hour?" John nodded. "I didn't realize I was supposed to be so quick to answer your call!" "But you're usually such a light sleeper that I got worried when I couldn't rouse you. What if I--did something to you?" John stumbled over his words as he remembered Duncan's presence as he tried to explain himself. "I'd ratherÑ" John caught himself short as he realized from Andrew's grin that he was being teased. "Hardy har har," he said drily. Andrew just smiled at him. "So how are you feeling really?" Duncan asked him. "Any headache, dizziness, or fogginess?" "What? No, just a little groggy is all." "That's good. Master Johnny, could you get some water for him while I double check a couple things?" "Of course!" John said, springing up from the bed and bounding for the kitchenette. Duncan reached into a small pack he had laid out on the bed that was probably a first aid kit. "Now I'm going to shine a little light in each eye. I want you to just look straight ahead for me." "I can do that." "Great," Duncan answered as he held up the small plastic magnifying glass he had grabbed and leaned in closer to Andrew's face. He clicked a button, and a little light came on directly under the window of the device. Andrew obediently looked straight ahead... ...Right into one of Duncan's brilliantly green eyes. Andrew noticed little flecks of yellow and a couple streaks of brown floating in a sea of bright blue. These eyes were fascinating! Were all "green" eyes like this? Blue with yellow? He could see white streaks emanating out from the pupil, but none of the white rings around the outside that he had. Who knew eyes could be so interesting? "Okay, I need you turn a little bit so I can see the other one now," Duncan directed. Andrew complied and then was looking into Duncan's other eye. It was similar, of course, but there was one more pronounced brown streak that was practically black, making it look like there was an opening in a stage curtain. He had truly beautiful eyes, that was certain. And at this range, that wasn't the only thing appealing about Duncan, either. He had a really nice earthy smell to him and he had that rare combination of tanned skin and lustrous ginger hair that went from a dark orange at the base to nearly blonde at the tips. It was clear that it was from being out in the sun and not from a salon somewhere. From the lines on his face, Andrew could see that Duncan smiled a lot, and it was endearing. In fact, it was more than endearing: it was a turn-on. He would not mind it in the least if theyÑ-no, wait! He had a boyfriend now, and he was not going to mess that up no matter how hot this other man was. Who was practically on top of him in his bed. It seemed the more he tried to banish and control his thoughts, the more appealing Duncan became. "Okay," Duncan said. "No sign of concussion or any other brain damage, so that's good." Andrew was relieved for the increased distance as Duncan moved back a little bit. It was like he was magnetic or something. "Now let me just check your pulse," he said as he placed his fingers just under Andrew's jaw and looked at his watch. While his two top fingers were in the proper place, Duncan's other fingers also lay on his neck with the thumb on the other side. It was not hard to picture them with this placement for something besides just checking his pulse. Something caressing. Or restraining. At least he wasn't looking intoÑ Abruptly, Duncan looked up from his watch and into Andrew's eyes. This was terrible! He couldn't deny he was turned on by this guy, and John was right there in the same room! His inner voice groaned in defeat as his brain ran off on its own, refusing to be reined in. Duncan looked back at his watch, counting the pulses of blood coursing through Andrew as Andrew fought off all the thoughts and daydreams inspired by the man leaning over him and holding his neck. Duncan frowned in consternation until he noticed the twitch under the rising bedspread. He looked up and met Andrew's eyes again. His confusion was instantly replaced with surprise and then his eyes narrowed again as understanding dawned. He knew exactly why Andrew's pulse was increasing instead of calming down. He pulled his hand from Andrew's neck almost bashfully and dropped his watch arm back to the bed. He turned to John, who had returned with the water. "Well, there's nothing wrong with his brain or his heart: both are working just fine, I can tell you. I'd have him drink that up and maybe some Gatorade if you've got some. It might be wise to keep it an easy and relaxing night, but he'll be fine, I promise you." John handed the glass of water to Andrew. "His body is responding as it's supposed to," Duncan continued. "Just follow its lead, and everything will work out fine. I'm going to head out, but give me shout if you need anything else from me," he finished with a smirking wink to Andrew, who nearly choked on his drink. "Thanks again for coming over, man," John said. "I appreciate it." "My pleasure," Duncan replied as he got into the lift. "Nice to meet you, Andrew!" He drew the door closed and was gone. "Are you really okay?" John asked. "Yeah." "I noticed you got really turned on by him, too." "What?" "You kept looking into those sexy green eyes of his and this quickly gave you away," John said, tapping the tent in Andrew's lap. Andrew went pale instantly. "Oh no you don't!" protested John. "Own that shit!" "What?" "You don't have to be afraid of getting turned on by a guy," John assured him. "Or even a girl, if that happens. Own it." "But I have a boyfriend now! It's not fair to you!" "What are you talking about? Are you planning to leave me for a fling with a random sexy flirt?" "No!" declared Andrew firmly. "Then what's wrong with acknowledging that you find someone else attractive?" "Because... Well..." "Yes?" "I don't know, I guess that's just the way I was raised." "Such a good little boy you are," John said fondly without a trace of condescension or mockery. In fact, it sounded as if he somehow admired it. "You really are sexy as hell, you know that?" "No, I'm not." "Yes, you are. And you are no longer allowed to say otherwise in my presence, got it?" "Yeah," Andrew replied doubtfully. "I mean it! Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I intend to behold you for the rest of your life, so I have final say and the matter is closed." "Yes, sir." "That's more like it! Now, about Duncan: he is a handsome fucker, isn't he?" "Yeah," Andrew said quietly. "What? I couldn't hear you." "Yeah, he is," Andrew said louder. John looked at him. "It doesn't sound like you own it yet." "Fine! Duncan is smoking hot!" "There you go," John grinned. "Feel better?" "Not really." "You will, I promise." John looked at him fondly for a moment and then started to take off his clothes. "I thought my doctor's orders were to have a restful night," Andrew joked. "Are you saying I stress you out?" John teased back. "No." "Good!" John said as he slid into the bed next to Andrew. "I'd hate to have to fire your doctor in order to sleep with you." "That would be dreadful," laughed Andrew as he removed his shirt. "It would indeed," agreed John as he wrapped himself around his bedmate. Andrew snuggled back happily and remembered just how much he loved being wrapped up in John's arms. One of those arms slid around him and took hold of his cock, which predictably filled out in no time. "So..." John whispered in his ear. "Yes?" "You do think Duncan is hot, don't you?" "Yeah." "Do you want to fuck the shit out of his tight ass with this torpedo of yours?" "Maybe." "Only maybe?" "Maybe he's a top, and it would never happen." "I didn't ask if you were actually planning on it." Andrew was a little confused. "I asked what you'd like to do in a perfect world." "Oh! In that case, yes." "And what else?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, in this perfect scenario, would you just come in, throw him down face first on the bed and slam your dick as far up his fuck hole as you can get it, flood his ass with your jizz and then leave?" "No!" exclaimed a horrified Andrew. And when did John start being such a potty mouth? "What then? What would be the ultimate scene if you could pull it off?" "You know me better than that. I'd want to take my time, study his crazy eyes until I memorize them, breathe in his scent, make out with him, run my fingers through his hair, feel his scruffy beard on my chin as we kiss, see if he has any tan lines to explore, and then who knows?" "You mean you don't plan it all out ahead of time?" "Not usually; I like to play it by ear and use a guy's responses as my guide. I gave up trying to just please myself a long time ago. I get way more out of an encounter when I get the other guy right up to the point where he can't stand it anymore and then keep him there as long as possible. Every guy is different, so it's always a different route to getting there and that keeps things interesting for me. It's all about the exploration and the contact." "What if the guy wants you to just take over, throw him around, use him, and then leave?" "In that case, I'd try, but it's not my natural inclination." "You really are one in a million. That sounds amazing, as I'm sure you can tell." "Yeah, I feel you," Andrew laughed. "So remember when we talked a little while ago about possibly playing with a third guy?" "Yeah." "You said you might consider that if it was the right guy at the right time, right?" "Yeah," Andrew said, recognizing where John might be going with this. "Would Duncan qualify for that?" "But I thought he was a friend of yours!" "He is. So what?" "You'd have sex with your friends?!?" "Sure, why not? It's fun! Besides, remember all that exploration you were just talking about?" "Yeah." "Wouldn't it be fun to build on that with people you trust?" That was a new thought for Andrew. He had always kept friends in one category and playmates in another. With a sharp dividing line between the two. "I'd never thought about it." "Brother, it might be time to expand your horizons." "I'll try." "That's all I ever ask. If it's not your thing, we stop doing it. It's really that simple. But if it's fun, why not include friends?" "When you put it like that, it doesn't sound so bad. But wouldn't it be awkward afterward?" "Not really. I hope this doesn't shock you too badly, but I've played with friends before and guess what? I'm still friends with all of them! Some of us only played once, and others are shall we say `repeat offenders,' but it's always fun." "Is Duncan one of those friends you've already played with?" "Yes, he is." "Was it one time, or several?" "I don't kiss and tell, but I don't mind if he tells you if you ask him." Andrew could hear the laughing challenge in his tone. "So you already know if he's a top or a bottom!" "Yes I do, but I'm not telling you!" "Why not?" "Because you just told me that you like to explore the unknown. I wouldn't dream of depriving you of that now." "Oh come on, every app profile includes that already!" "They sure do! And it's a good thing everyone is honest on those too!" "Okay," laughed Andrew. "Point taken!" "So would you be game to see if Duncan would be interested in joining us?" "Yeah," Andrew admitted quietly after a pause. "I'm sorry did you say something?" "I said yes." "Did you? I couldn't hear any ownership there..." "Oh, for crying out loud! Just invite him already!" "There we go! I will do that, but can we do without him first?" Andrew suddenly remembered all that had led up to his blackout. He did indeed owe John! He was pretty sure he knew how to pay him back, too. He began humping his rear against John's thick monster cock that was already hard behind him. He kept teasing and rubbing until he could feel John's precum leaking as it slid between the cheeks of his ass. Then he adjusted his teasing so John's cockhead brushed the lips of his tight hole, moistening it and massaging it to relax. John, for his part, nibbled on Andrew's ear and stroked his chest and stomach as he moved his hips back and forth. Eventually, Andrew felt he was adequately lubed up and willed himself to relax as he pushed himself back onto John's turgid tool. Once again, it took his breath away. Damn, was he thick! But persistence and patience paid off and John was buried to the hilt in the snug confines of Andrew. Once Andrew had caught his breath, he rolled over onto his hands and knees without letting John slip out of him and hunched his ass up. John made it to his knees behind him and leaned over his back to share a kiss. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" he whispered. Andrew grinned and pushed himself back. "Heck yes! Drill me!" John smiled. "Since you asked so nicely." And he did. ********* What do you think happens next? :) Check out my other posts! 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Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2020 18:11:33 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 8 This story includes sex between males. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please do not read this story. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! ;-) -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 8 With that, John dove in for a really deep kiss, keeping a startled Andrew pinned against the wall. Andrew's head spun. He went from shock to panic to resistance to submission in a split second and then cycled through them again. What just happened? He didn't see that coming at all! Had he misjudged John that badly? Were there signs he had missed? There's no way he was going to be a victim in his own house! He tried to push back, but he had no leverage. It suddenly dawned on him that this was exciting too: he realized John's boner was crushing into his equally hard cock. His what? When did that he happen? He knew he was completely soft just a second ago, but now he could feel almost the entirety of John's hard body against his pressing him back, including that pole rubbing against his own. Even John's nipples felt like they were drilling into Andrew's chest. God, what an amazing body! It was a huge turn on to be mashed together like this. Since when did he like this sort of thing? He had always flatly refused to be restrained or blindfolded or any of that stuff before. He always controlled the situation and made sure he had an out if needed. His body, however, was clearly on board with this aggression. Andrew refused to be contained. He renewed his struggle, but even as he did, he recognized he wasn't giving it all his strength. His body betrayed him even while he determined not to go down without a fight. The half-hearted self-defense instead only heightened the excitement between them. He heard someone moaning, and realized with a start that it was him as John kissed, licked, and gnawed on his neck while Andrew "tried" to escape. His body was going ahead without him. How was this even possible? His head was screaming a whirring blitz of thoughts and his heart was on a high-speed emotional rollercoaster while his body embraced the full contact with John's. John moved up from his neck back to his lips to resume what he had started so abruptly before. Andrew was finally into it by now, and they held a long, intimate kiss before John slowly eased back. "Damn!" John breathed. "Too bad you have other plans today." Andrew just nodded. He was still reeling and didn't trust words at this point. "Well have a great day with your family, sexy. Give me a call when you can, and I will see you soon." Andrew gathered enough of his senses together to respond this time: "Count on it!" John took one more grinning look at him and let himself out the front door. Andrew heard his car start a moment later and back out of the driveway. Did that really just happen, or did I imagine the whole thing? Andrew thought to himself. He looked down. He was still hard and there was a telltale wet spot in the front of his jeans. It really happened then. Andrew went back upstairs for something else to wear before he headed out himself. He stopped by the store at the mall and eventually found a blouse he was pretty sure his mom would appreciate and had the store wrap it up. It was early enough that there weren't many people and not enough commotion to bother Andrew. But truthfully, he was so wrapped up in thinking about John's morning exit that he may not have noticed even if it were busy. What did this mean? He decided he wasn't really embarrassed; just curious. Had that reaction to aggressiveness always been there, or did John somehow pull it out of him? There was really no way to know since Andrew had always actively avoided any semblance of that situation before. He continued to think about it as he drove to his parents' house. As expected, most of the family was already there by the time he arrived. He walked in, greeted everyone, and spent a lovely day with them until late that evening, though John was never far from his mind. It wasn't until 11pm that Andrew got home. He texted John to tell him he had made it home, but he wasn't sure if it was too late for a response or not. It had been a long couple of days, and he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open by now. He trudged up the stairs and remembered the sheets were still in the washer. Grumbling to himself, he put them in the dryer. Knowing he wasn't going to be able to keep awake long enough for the dryer to finish, he fished his sleeping bag out of the closet and unrolled it onto the bed. He double checked his alarm for the morning and climbed into his bag, grateful he had insisted on a comfortable canvas one with a flannel liner so it wouldn't be so noisy if he moved around a bit. This is so ridiculous, he thought to himself. Yesterday I was at a campsite where I wasn't allowed to sleep and now I can't stay awake in a sleeping bag inside my own house! And that was the last thought of the day. He managed to make it to work on time the next morning, but it wasn't until just after nine that John replied to his text: Hey there, sexy! Glad you made it home safely! I was out cold and slept through my alarm this morning, so it's been crazy. My boss ambushed me when I got here, and she is sending me to some conference thing this week. Ugh. I won't be back until Friday night, so can we move our camping trip back a day to Saturday? Of course! All week? Can you still do lunch today? No :( I have to catch a plane by 1:15 and I still have to run home and pack. I'm so sorry bud. I will make it up to you! You'd better! ;) But have a nice trip and I will be waiting for you! Thanks, Andrew! Xo Yw John! Xo Andrew was gravely disappointed, but he tried not to show it in his texts. He knew John probably didn't have a choice, but he didn't want to wait an entire week to be with him again either. Oh well, he reasoned to himself. At least we are still on for the weekend. The rest of the week crawled by and seemed like it would never end. They texted through the days and spoke every night, but Saturday seemed a long way off. Friday night finally rolled around and Andrew started packing right after work. He was more than ready to go and wasted no time. He finished packing before John's return flight even touched down. Just landed, John texted him. Once I grab my bag, I'm heading home. Are you ready for tomorrow? Is the Pope Catholic? I'll take that as a yes, lol You should! I'm all packed and strumming my fingers waiting for you! Silly boy Is there anything in particular I should bring? Nope! But I think I forgot to ask: how are you with hammocks? I love them! Good : ) A few moments later, Andrew's phone beeped with another text: Oh! On second thought, if I send you a list, could you pick up some groceries? No problem! What time should I be ready? Is 8 too early? Not at all! Then I will see you at 8! Andrew could hardly sleep that night he was so excited to be with John again. He was up before his alarm and he was ready and waiting by the front door by 7:30. True to form, John pulled up ten minutes early. This time, Andrew didn't wait for him to ring the doorbell at eight, but burst out of the door with bags in hand before John had even turned off his car. "Ready to go, are we?" John teased. "Yes�very!" Andrew proclaimed, greeting him with a big kiss. John wouldn't know it, but that kiss was a big deal. Andrew was not one for public displays of affection, but he was so happy to see John that he just couldn't help himself. They loaded everything into the trunk and the backseat and hopped in. "Did you get all the food I requested?" John asked. "Yep!" "Is there anything else you'd like to grab before we leave civilization?" "Only one thing, but I'm content to wait for now," Andrew said, winking as he threw a glance down at John's crotch. "Well alrighty then," John laughed. The twenty-minute trip back to the base of the mountain seemed much shorter this time than it had the Friday before. "I can't believe this is so close!" "I know what you mean. I keep thinking of selling my condo and just living here full time, though the commute does add up over time." "And I suppose clambering over that trail in the dark every morning and every night would get old." "Well yeah," John replied flippantly. They pulled up to the "Horror Shack" and John again went around to the side to open the door and pull out the Jeep. This time, Andrew took a better look at the interior once the door was up. It looked like it could handle maybe six vehicles in three rows of two. The long side walls had gleaming gray cabinets about seven feet high that seemed to float above the polished floor and looked like they might stretch the entire length of the garage. The walls above them were clean and unadorned. It reminded Andrew a little bit of a James Bond villain's lair: too big in scale and too spotless to be in the real world. Granted, this wasn't really that big, but it was certainly immaculate. Parked just inside the large door on the end were the old Jeep and another car under a badly fitting cover. The car underneath seemed to be a big squarish coupe of some kind. In front of the Jeep was a mechanic's lift that held aloft a strange looking wagon over a little hatchback under another cover. Next to the lift was a boxy van. "You have quite a collection in there!" Andrew commented. "Well they aren't all mine, but yeah, those are some good ones." "So which of them are yours?" "Actually just the one under the lift. It's my old GTI from high school." "And these others?" "The van is Uncle Joe's, that Volvo up above is my Mom's old car from before she had any kids, and that one right inside the door is my dad's. The Jeep is everyone's: it just stays with the property." "How cool!" "Want to help me load this stuff into the Jeep?" "Sure! Sorry I got distracted." "It's all good." "I will give you a full tour of the rest of it later, but not right now." "Okay." They took the stuff out of the BMW and set it all among the lockboxes in the back of the Jeep, and then John pulled the car into the garage. Once he closed and locked the doors, they clambered aboard "Old Red." John pointed her to the far side of the clearing and away they went. Just as they reached the trailhead Andrew recognized from last time, John turned a little to the left and went down a different path he hadn't noticed before. Once again, the joy of the journey took over the need to get somewhere and Andrew just drank in the experience. He only wished that the Jeep wasn't a stick shift because he would rather have been nestled in beside John rather than stuck on the other side of the truck. But then again, this set up let Andrew drink in John's good looks and flexing muscles again, so it wasn't actually a bad thing. Instead of going uphill, this trail seemed to meander on a roughly level plane through some clearings, around some clumps of trees, and through some bushes. "Am I allowed to ask where we are going this time?" "Of course! You're always welcome to ask!" Andrew waited for John to continue, but when he didn't, he finally asked directly. "So where are we going?" "A small camping alcove. It's another one of my favorite spots. It's not very high up, but it's still got a great view. It's also�well, you will see in just a minute." Just a few moments later, they drove into another little clearing. This time, John slowed to a stop and turned off the Jeep. "Alright," John announced. "It's only a mile on foot from here." "Ummmm..." "I'm kidding. It's right around this clump of bushes here." They each grabbed an arm load of things and walked around the bushes John had indicated. There were the cliff-hugging stairs from last time, or at least a lower section of them. Again, they continued to stretch down to the left and up to the right, but at this spot there was a narrow somewhat grassy ledge directly on the other side of the steps that angled down to the right as well. It was down this strip that John led Andrew. No nifty handrails this time though. It was a watch-your-step-or-else affair. After about thirty feet, the path widened significantly as it led down into a large concavity in the cliff face. It seemed like an enormous oyster shell had been cast into the cliff and then removed, leaving a large semi-circular indentation with a fairly level ground beneath. "How cool!" Andrew exclaimed. "I know, right?" John beamed. "No one would expect this here!" Andrew looked out and found the tops of the trees in the area close to level with the ground of the alcove, giving the impression of a big green carpet. As long as you were looking out instead of down, anyway. "Let's grab the rest of our gear and get settled." "Lead on!" They trooped back up to the Jeep and took out the last of the supplies they needed. "In case you were wondering, the outhouse is up those stairs if you want to use it, but it's a bit of a trek. I normally just dig a pit nearby to use most of the time. But call me a city slicker: I do find the hike worthwhile for a good shower in the mornings, haha." "Good to know," said Andrew as they returned down to the alcove. Andrew set about sprucing up the disused fire pit in the center and finding wood for the fire while John hooked up a rain guard and the hammocks into heavy duty eyelets already set in the stone face of the cliff. When Andrew came back with a load of firewood, everything had already been strung up. "Well that looks impressive!" "Thank you! You should see it when there's a bunch of us!" "What?" "Yeah, there's been as many as eight of us here before. That's why you can see all these eyelets all over the place." "I hadn't even noticed them." "That was the first time I tried hammocks out here instead of a tent. We did two little dome tents once, but there really wasn't space for it, so we decided to go for suspending ourselves above the floor and haven't looked back since. It sure beats sleeping on the rocky ground even with pads!" "I've never actually slept in a hammock before," Andrew admitted. "Don't worry. I know you'll like it. I've got a backup plan just in case, but I'm sure you'll be fine." "Okay." Andrew set down the wood he'd collected and looked around again. "This feels like a pocket of space all to its own here." "I just love it." "How many did you say slept here? Eight?" "Yep! Eight hammocks suspended up in two rows." "Cousins, I'm guessing?" "Well, there have been six of us cousins here at once before. The eight was a group of other buddies of mine that live near here." "Sounds fun!" "This place is always fun!" "But there are way more hooks than you need for eight hammocks. What are all the other ones for?" "Um, yeah. Sometimes we use this spot for games and activities too, so there are more." "Like zip lines and stuff?" "Sure. All kinds of stuff, really. They ended up being so handy for so many things we decided to just leave them all installed permanently." "Interesting," replied Andrew as he turned to look out across the treetops again. "You know what I find more interesting?" asked John as he came up behind Andrew and put his arms around him. "What's that?" "You." Andrew clasped his hands over John's and leaned back into him to feel the warmth and strength of his body envelope him once again. He was very aware of a certain appendage that was conveniently positioned at ass level. An appendage that was rapidly making itself better known as it thickened and hardened against him. His own rose in response as they stood there together. Andrew felt one of John's hands slide down across his abdomen and over his shorts until it lightly grasped Andrew's growing package. "Damn," John whispered in his ear. "You might be as bad as me." Andrew pretended to feign innocence. "I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about." "I'm even more sure that you do, you little fox," said John as he squeezed Andrew a bit harder. His hand slid back up Andrew's shorts and under his untucked shirt. Andrew felt the heat from John's hand as it stroked up to his chest and back down. The hand slipped under the waistband of his shorts, stroking the soft hair nested there. John's fingers stopped just short of touching Andrew's cock, instead clasping his groin and pulling it back so Andrew's ass mashed against the steel-like rod in his shorts. "You know, I think you are way too confined in this clothing." John murmured in his ear. "But I can save you�" ********* If you have suggestions for future chapters, feel free to email me at DurtyRiter@protonmail.com

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Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2001 18:23:31 +0000 From: Ricky Hiett Subject: Role Played Rape My name is Joey. I am 18 but only by a few days. I have a girlfriend and love her very much. Her picture sits on my desk in front of me at night so that I can see her before I go to sleep at night. I wanted to be with her forever. Like I said, I WANTED to be with her forever until something happened that changed my whole perspective on life. Before I tell you what happened, I will describe what I look like. I have dirty blond hair, I am about 6 feet tall, 175 lbs, blue eyes. I was relaxing in my room. I just finished beating off because for some reason I was horny as hell. I live alone with my dad and it has been this way for about a year now. He really hasn't tried to find anyone else new. I role over back on to my stomach forgetting about my pants that were zipped but the button wasn't snapped showing the very top of my boxers. I turned on the tv and started flipping through the channels to see what was on. Nothing really. I heard footsteps in the kitchen which was connected to my room. Knock Knock "Come in.," I said just before my dad opened the door. He is a little taller than I am, about 6.5 feet tall. I got my looks from him obviously because he has the same eye color and same color hair. He wore a pair of slacks and a short sleave shirt. He must have just gotten in from work. It felt like he was looking me over, that's probable why I was always a little nervous around him, but I dismissed it as he couldn't figure out why I was shirtless. "What ya up to?," he asked. "Just sitting her watching tv.," I sat up and than realized just as I relaxed on one hand, that I forgot my button was undone and quickly redid it in front of him. 'Fuck!,' I whispered to myself. "Seems like you were doing more than just watching tv." "I'm sorry dad, I couldn't control it." "This isn't the only time I have caught you doing this, and it is getting a little bit old to me. I am going to have to do something about it this time." Was this guy serious? But, when I looked in his eyes, I could tell he was very serious. But I didn't hesitate being a smart ass. "What are you going to do, take away my jack off privledges?," I figured he would get pissed right after I said it, but instead, his face grew into a smile, like it was going to be even worse. "No, not that, when you eventually did get a chance to get yourself off, it would be the best you had. No, it will be a worse punishment. Take off your pants." "What?," I knew I was in trouble now. My girlfriend and I have had sex before and she love being kinky and she used a whip one time and I have never got off like that again. I am sure if he tried to whip my ass, I would get hard and maybe even cum if he did it enough. He left the room and sure enough he came back with a paddle. I was so busy thinking about my punishment, I hadn't taken off my pants yet. Now that I have speculated my punishment, I really don't want them to take them off now see ins how I was starting to get hard. "Take off your pants now or this will only get worse.," he said it with such calm. I did as he ordered. I pulled my pants to my ancles and when I stood up, a tent was starting to grow in my boxers. "You might enjoy this after all. Now, I am going to do this differently this time. Lay on your bed face up." I did as instructed with no idea of what he was doing. He left again and brought back four pairs of hand cuffs. He told me not to move and then went and hand cuffed my arms to the bed posts behind me then, surprisingly pulls my feet above my head and then pulls them back down. "I forgot something.," He then reached down and pulled off my boxers. I was a little bit surprised he did that. He never spanked me nude. He then pulls my feet above me again and cuffs both of them to the bed post too. My hard dick lay on my stomach now with anticipation of my punishment. He raised the paddle and took a few swipes at my ass. It hurt so much but also felt good. "I hope you don't think this is just a torture section.," I had no idea what he was talking about until he took off his shirt and pants to reveal his hard 8 in cock. "What the fuck?! What are you doing?!" "I am going to make you enjoy yourself here." He then climbed into my bed with me and began rimming my ass. "No stop it! I am not gay! This is rape!," actually, all my insides were having the time of their life. I was actually enjoying this very much. My own dad had his tounge inside my ass probing every inch of me. I just shut up there and began enjoying myself. He then raised up and took his dick and slamed it all the way into my ass. I don't know how I took it, but I did. He started ramming me in and out of my ass. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of having his cock in my ass. I was so hard over this and he apparently knew this as he reached down and grabbed my dick and started jacking me off. He came quickly in my ass. I, on the other had had a little while because I had just jacked off. He pulled out of my ass and cum began flowing out with it. I kept jacking me off until he could lay down and put his mouth around my cock and began sucking me off. It felt so wonderful. I came about five minutes of having his mouth on my dick. He uncuffed me and layed down beside me. We made out for a little while and then I pulled away from him, got up, and got dressed. "I had a really good time, you sure are a wonderful b/f." "Hey, you tell me what your fantasies are and I will make them come true." I left his house and drove back to mine where I went inside to find my dad wasn't there. I went to my room and undid my pants and began jacking off.

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Date: Mon, 13 May 2002 08:42:46 -0700 (PDT) From: Mike Subject: The Weeds part 1 This is a fictional story, none of these events actually happened. Any reasemason to real people was not intended. If you are offended by graphic man to man or teen boy to man sex then leave now. The Weeds (Acquiring a new Slave) The Weeds was just a few abandon empty lots that had become over grown, typical in almost any medium size city. Known to house street people, tugs, and guys looking to get sucked off. It was a very dangerous place, but I was still attracted to it for the possible cocks I could suck and the excitement of not knowing what I would run into. I went there many times without anything bad really happening; the most was some stinky old homeless troll trying to get me to suck his dirty cock. I was horny and wanted to suck some cock and get sucked off so I headed down there. I started my walk into the weeds and I spotted a white guy probably about 50 standing near some bushes. I played the game slowed my walk, eye to eye contact then my eyes fell to his crotch then back to his eyes and I licked my lips. I circled the bushes he was standing near, then he signaled me to come over. I walked over to him and put my hand right into his crotch feeling his semi-hard cock. Dropping to my knees I pulled his sweat pants down as I expected he wasn't wearing any underwear. As soon as his cock was free I swallowed it whole, wrapping my lips tight around the shaft. He responded by getting a hard stiff boner as my mouth engulfed his cock. I worked his cock hard and fast; I always liked to get my first load of cum quickly once I had my first cock in my hungry mouth. He went right with it, just wanting to dump his load of cum in my belly. I stood back up and started to walk away he said thanks and I gave my usual no thank you. I left him, walking toward the back fence. A chain link fence surrounded the whole area but access points had been made in several points along Green Street, which I entered from. The back was towarded another parcel that you could also find guys in. as I approached the fence I seen a young Spanish guy standing against the fence. He wasn't being bashful at all as he had his cock hanging out his jeans. I walked right over to him and dropped to my knees. As I took his cock into my mouth he turned me so my back was against the fence. Then as I started to ride up and down his shaft, he started to pull off my t-shirt, which again didn't surprise me. I've been with many guys and some, the straight ones mostly, want to be in control, so I went with it. As I sucked up and down his uncut cock hanging onto his hips he grabbed my hands and pushed them up against the fence and began to face fuck me. I was still okay with this I've had guys hold my arms and face fuck me before, some lead to the best loads I've ever got so I went with it. The next thing I felt was rope going around my arms. Quicker then I knew what was happening I was tied to the fence on my knees. Then I seen the other two guys claiming between the fence, they where laughing and talking in Spanish. Then the guy I was first sucking who seemed to be in charge spoke and my legs where pulled from under me. They completely stripped me, putting the rest of my clothes with my t-shirt in a pile. The guy in charge bent down to me and said "Listen to me you cock sucking faggot, you do as we say and you'll have a good time tonight and we'll let you go before morning." I resisted a little, but figured out that I could get free anytime I wanted to so I went with it wanting to see just what they wanted to do. I told the guy okay and he shoved his cock back into my mouth. He spoke to the other guys again in Spanish, which he thought I didn't understand, but I did. I heard him tell them to go out and get other guys that wanted to get sucked off. He was riding my mouth like he wanted me to suck him off all night long, then his buddies returned with two guys. He went crazy and pumped out a load of cum first shooting into my mouth then pulling out and shooting on my face. "Now that's how I like my cocksucker covered in my cum. okay guys you can have some fun." He said. They formed a semi-circle around me and drop their pants. One of the guys that helped to tie me up moved in and shoved his cock in my mouth. I sucked it in and out a few times then was passed from cock to cock. When I didn't have one guy's cock in my mouth he would jerk it like no tomorrow. As I was going around I heard one guy moaning loudly knowing he was getting ready to shoot I took his cock into my mouth and drank down all he had. Then I did the next guy; all that was left was the two that they went out and found. The three guys who captured me were standing back watching me as I let the other guys' face fuck me. I'd have one then the other cock in me and even both at once. They exploded almost at the same time, one in my mouth the other all over my face. They pulled up their pants and left. The other three guys where sitting on a blanket nude from the waist down drinking beer. I asked if I could have some and they laughed. Then the one in charge stood up and walked over to me holding a beer over me. His cock was right at face level. "You want some beer cocksucker?" He asked. "Yes, please." I said "Lick my dick, do a good job and maybe I'll give you some. He ordered. I stuck my tongue out and began licking across his foreskin. Then he slowly pulled the skin back revealing the head. I licked across the piss slit four or five times, he grabbed my head and started pissing in my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow, it didn't matter to me I liked drinking piss almost as much as cum. "There's your beer my fag bitch" he said. He pulled his cock from my mouth, pissing all over my face, into my open mouth and over my chest. When he stopped he shoved his cock back into my mouth. "Yeah, now suck me fag boy. I'll give you another load of my cum. he ordered. Then the other two got up and came over. One of them said to him in Spanish "we need to piss." He pulled his cock from my mouth and backed off a little. They started to piss both streams hitting my open mouth. They moved their cocks and pissed all over me. When they where done they made room for the other guy. He shoved his now hard cock into my mouth; the other two started jerking their cocks right in my face. The guy in charge started riding my mouth and I was more then willing to take it, hoping I'd get the others cocks too. I heard one start to moan and tried to pull off so I could swallow his cum; I just loved feeling a cock explode in my hungry mouth. But the guy would have no part of it holding my mouth on his cock. Then the guy turned and aimed his cock right at his friend's cock and my lips as his cock slid in and out of my mouth. He shot his load all over the shaft of the guy's cock and he pushed it into my mouth. Now I knew the game and when the second guy was ready I just kept pumping my tight lips up and down the cock riding between my lips. He did the same so I still got both their loads just off this guy's cock. About two minutes latter I felt the cock swell in my mouth then start squirting cum. I sucked him until he went soft then licked his cock clean. They sat back down and drank another beer, then the one in charge said to one of the other to go get his nephew, that it's time for his first blow job. He looked at me, seen my excited look, I've always wanted to give a kid his blowjob. He downed his beer then stood up looking at me and walked over. His soft uncut cock hanging right above my face. "Yeah, you want to give my nephew his first blowjob? He asked. I opened my mouth to say yes and he started pissing into again. I moved my gaping mouth so the stream went right down my throat. Slowly moving my head up until I could close my lips around the head. I held it so the skin was forward and he was pissing though it. When he was done I stuck my tongue under the skin and licked all around the head and in the piss slit. I heard noise at the fence; it was the other guy coming back. He had a young Latino teen with him. The uncle started to talk to the kid with his cock still in my mouth. The kid seemed not sure he wanted to do this, that maybe it was a trap by his uncle or something or getting caught by the cops. After being reassured by his uncle and told that he was fourteen now, it was time for him to get blown. That he captured me just to do it, that I had already sucked him off twice, that I wanted more cock and cum, the kid walked over to the blanket and stripped off his pants. He walked over to his uncle and me with the other two guys. They formed a semi-circle around and the uncle took his cock out of my mouth. I turned toward the kid licking the skin of his uncut semi-hard cock; it was all I could get. His uncle reached up and pushed him forward a little more. I engulfed his entire shaft, wrapping my lips at the base. I swirled my tongue around the shaft and slid up, he was hard by the time I reached the crown of the head. I pulled the skin forward with my lips and stuck the tip of my tongue under it. I was rewarded with savory taste of old teen piss and cum. Oh how I loved uncut guys and tasting under their skin. I wanted as much of this kid's cum as I could get. I started to pump up and down the shaft working the whole length of it about seven inches. Being a typical teen never having his cock sucked off he shot a huge load off quickly into my eager mouth. His cock didn't soften and I kept right on sucking it. The other guys were jerking off watching me suck the kid. One moved forward shooting his load all over my face. This seemed to embolden the kid and he surprised me by shoving his cock hard into my throat. Then he began face fucking me; I took it all loving every minute of it. Here I was with a fourteen-year-old boy fucking my mouth. He lasted longer this time but not as long as an experienced older guy. All he wanted to do was get off, oh well he'll learn with time that prolonging only makes it feel better. Maybe I could try to teach him that. When he started to cum he pulled out of my mouth and pumped his load on my face. His uncle was playing with his now hard cock, as the third guy moved right in front of me. He moved his cock head over my face coating it with the cum there then shoved it into my mouth. I heard noise at the fence and could see just enough to tell the kid was being taken back home. When the guy in front me was done getting as much cum from my face as he could he face fucked me until he shoot his load. I thought the uncle would then shove his cock in my mouth as he moved in front of me. But he just stood there looking at me waving his cock around just out of the reach of my mouth. "Well, I guess there is just one more thing to make you mine. You could have gotten out anytime you want, but you didn't. You willing took whatever we gave you." He said. The other guy went to the blanket and got a small bag dropping it near me. "Now if you don't want to finish this and become one of my boys just say no and we'll walk away. You can free yourself and clean up with the stuff in the bag. But I think you want to do it you've all ready shot off and are hard again. If you want to finish this free yourself and come over to the blanket." He stated. Now I knew for sure the other two guys were his boys, his slaves. I wanted to be one of his boys too and knew just how that was going to happen. He had walk back to the blanket and knelt there with his back to me. The other guy disappreared through the fence. I freed my hands and walked over to the blanket. I got on all fours before my new master, knowing that the only why to become his property was with his seed planted up in my guts. Drinking his cum and piss wasn't good enough for this master; he could have forced fucked me anytime he wanted with the other two guys there. No, I had to completely, freely give him my ass. We were alone now I could have walked away, but knew this was the man that I needed. "Good, I thought you would want this." He told me. He moved between my legs spreading them, then spit at my hole. He rubbed the spit in, then place the tip of his hard cock at my hole. With one hard shove his cock went into me and I felt his balls slap my ass cheeks. He held it there a minute then started thrusting in and out of me, I would push back to meet every stoke. He was moaning in Spanish about how tight I was and what a great fuck. He grabbed my cock and started to jerk it, I shot my load on the blanket, which made my ass spasm. My ass milked his cock and his seed shot into my guts. When he was done he moved to the front of me, I knew what I had to completely seal the deal. I licked his cock clean. "Good boy, you are now mine. You will do whatever I tell you. He stated flatly. "Yes sir." I answered. "When do you work?" He demanded of me. "First shift weekends off." I answered. "Good you will report to me Friday when you get off work and serve me for the weekend. Here is my address" He stated He then pulled on his jeans and shirt, he dropped a piece of paper to me and left. I took the paper and put in my pants pocket. I opened the bag and there was a package of baby wipes in it, you know the kind that you use to clean a baby when changing his diaper. I cleaned up the best I could then got dressed and went to my car. I drove home and then looked at the paper. It said "SIR, Louie, and Carl and had an address. It also had a phone number above which was stated "ONLY IF YOU GOT A SORRY ASS EXCUSES." I knew then there was no way I was going to miss being there. You can send comment to rocketman1969@yahoo.com

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Date: Mon, 27 May 2002 11:39:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Mike Subject: The Weeds (Acquiring a new slave) part 2 The week seemed to drag on; I was so excited to go to the guy's house on Friday. My mind reeled with all the possible things that were going to happen after what he did to me in the weeds. I would find myself getting hard almost any time of the day, in a meeting or sitting at my desk trying to write the program for the current project I was working on. I hadn't gotten off since that night I wanted to save everything I had for the weekend. On Wednesday my boss called me to his office and wanted to know what was going on. He said everyone had noticed that I wasn't myself all week and that I was falling behind. I made some lam excuses about things on my mind, said I work late the next couple of days to make up time. He was happy with that, being on salary he didn't have to worry about overtime. I knew the only thing that would get me back on a somewhat even keel. I worked until six that night, on my way home I stopped at a rest area that I knew was hot with men on their way home. They just wanted a quick blowjob before going home to their wives. As I parked I noticed that there was five other cars there. This place didn't have bathroom or even outhouses; the cars were empty so I knew that all had to be in the woods. I lock my wallet in the glove box; the car setting the alarm then headed up the twisty path. As I went around the third turn a guy was standing just off the path. As I got closer the guy look familiar, then. "Well, well Mikey you still sucking cock? Never seen you here before." He stated I looked at him more closely, then it hit me, it was Ralph. He was about five years older then me and the first guy I sucked off when I was only twelve. I suck him until he left High School and never saw him after that. I found it amusing that him being such a straight guy was still going out getting blowjobs from guys. Now I was right in front of him and could clearly see he had a hard-on by the bulge in his jeans. "Well I see you're still out looking for guys." I said "You little fag fuck; I should beat your ass. I married Joanne and still fuck her everyday except when she's on the rag. Then I come see fags like you to drop a load in your pussy mouths." He yells at me. "Yeah right whatever." I said I started to move away from him up the path. He put an arm up and blocked my path. "What Mikey, you don't want to suck this for old times. You always enjoyed this." He said as he groped his crotch. I couldn't resist; I fell to my knees and pulled down the zipper of his jeans. It was just like back in school I'd take just his cock out of his jeans and suck it. I would work up and down his cock for awhile then he'd grab my head and hold it still. He would then start to move his hips shoving his hard cock in and out between my willing lips. Shortly he would shot his load in my mouth he was never one to last very long. I had to wonder how Joanne would feel with one of the many guys that made me suck them for an hour or more before giving me their sweet juice. I could tell he was real close so I just let him finish. Nothing great, he just wanted a quick blowjob, just to get off. I liked guys who want me to service and worship their cock, that's what I came looking for tonight. When he was done he put his cock away and zipped up. He made a nasty comment as he left, I didn't care. Then I got up and walked further up the path hoping to fine a guy that would really enjoy my oral talents, so I could jerk-off at the same time. It didn't take long I came upon this rather heavyset guy. No in fact he was fat with a big belly. He had his pants pulled down; stroking his small three-inch soft cut cock. Although I enjoyed much bigger uncut cocks, I decided to give him a try. Sometimes these fat guys with small cock enjoyed getting sucked more because they didn't get it that often. Most women and men would pass them by; they were know as "Fats" and would become "Trolls" when they got older. I knew what I wanted tonight and that was so have a cock in my mouth for a long time while I slowly jerked my own cock. I went over to him and reach for his cock he didn't resist and let me play with his crotch. He got hard and was still only four and haft inches. I undid my pants sliding them down, then got to my knees. I licked at his cock and he began to moan. Taking my own hard cock in my hand I began to jerk it as I wrapped my lips around his small shaft. I rode him slowly, jerking my self to the same pace. He just stood there letting me do all the work, well that was good with me, and I could time everything to my pace. I sucked him for about ten minutes and then start to pick up the pace of my sucking and jerking. I wanted him to shoot just before I was ready. Well things don't always work out and he started to shoot sooner then I expected. I swallowed it all and kept his softening cock in my mouth until I exploded shooting cum on the ground, his sneakers and my pants. When I was done I just got up and walked away, I knew we both had our fun. I got home and was more relaxed then I had been in days. I logged on to the company site and worked until two in the morning, but when I finished I knew that I would finish my end ahead of time. I went in on Thursday and completed everything by noon, handing it to my boss he was happy. I asked if I could take Friday off, making more excuses about things on my mind. He okayed it, so at four o'clock I'd be free. I pulled the note from my wallet. I looked at the number wondering if I should call it. But I would be calling to say I could be early, not that I was wimping out. The phone rang about four times before it was answered. "Hello." Said the person. "Hello Sir, this is Mike we met a few nights ago in the weeds." I said. "Yes, you calling cause you can't make it? You going to be a pansy ass wimp?" He asked. "NO, NO Sir, I'm calling because I took tomorrow off. If it pleases you Sir I can come over earlier." I answered. "Good, so you are eager to get started to serve me. I like that. You come to my house at noon, Louie, and Carl will be here." He said. Then we talked for about a half-hour. He explained that Louie and Carl would talk to me to see if we'd all be a good fit. He said that it wouldn't make sense for us to keep meeting if either of us wasn't totally happy with things. He told me not to worry that he thought I would be fine from how I acted the other night. That they've been looking for a white guy to play with for awhile and I was the first he decided to invite to his house. On Friday I woke up early with a raging hard-on. I resisted jerking off wanting to save it all for latter. I packed an over night bag after having a light breakfast. The cold shower I took wore off and my cock was begging for attention. I packed an over night bag planning on staying the weekend, three days of hot raw sex with three Latino guys. One who would be my master for the weekend. I got to the house just before noon and knocked on the door. "Hello, Sir." I said not sure how to address Louie and Carl. "Come on in Mike, I'm Louie. Carl's in here, use our names only call the master sir." He said. We shook hands and sat at the kitchen table drinking beer and talked about likes and dislikes. We also talked about limits and what the master would expect. I told them that I was really not into pain or scat. They assured me that they weren't into that either. That the master liked to dominate by humiliation and bondage. I was thinking this is going to be great. "Then there is just one more thing." Carl said. "What?" I asked. "Being new to the master your crotch and ass must be completely shaved smooth. You have to keep it that way as long as you want to serve the master or until he says you can grow it back." Louie stated. "Okay, no big deal there." I answered We got up and went to the bathroom, they shaved me, gave me an emmana saying the master wanted me cleaned out. Then they took turns sucking my cock, which was dripping pre-cum. When I shot my load they shared it. Next they showered me, scrubbing my entire body. A couple of hours had past by the time they dried me off. They said we had time for one more beer. After we drank it we went to the cellar, I looked around and saw many devices for tying people up. They brought me over to what looked like a modified exam table. Carl explained that was just what it was. Straps had been added to tie you in and the head end could now be lowered. The leg stirrups could also be moved totally forward, the arms and hands could also be strapped down. This would leave its occupant totally exposed; this was to be my place tonight. I climbed up on it and laid down, both worked to strap me down. Then Louie came up to my head and blindfolded me. I couldn't see anything, but I heard them leave. I don't know how long I was there maybe thirty minutes when I heard three people coming down the stairs. Then a hand was feeling at my crotch and ass. "AH, nice and smooth, so smooth. You will keep it for me that way, my boy slut." He simply said. "Yes sir." I answered. I could tell he was moving toward my head. He stood over me cradling over my face. "Smell my filthy jock strap; it's all stained with old cum and piss." He ordered me. I inhaled deeply through my nose smelling the old piss and cum. Most people would be sick by the smell; to me it was like natural poppers. He lowered his jock-covered balls to my lips; I opened my mouth and sucked on them. Wetting and sucking on the jock, so tasty. Then it slowly started getting wetter then my mouth was making, followed by a flood. He was pissing in my mouth straining it through his dirty jock. It ran down his jock and all over my face as I continued to keep suck his balls getting as much of the tasty piss as I could. When he was done he lowered the section holding my head up. At the same time I felt my legs being lifted up exposing my hole. The master started rubbing his dirty wet jock all over my face telling me to suck the piss from it. Then I felt a tongue at my hole, either Carl was rimming me or Louie wasn't sure whom. This went on for about ten minutes until master was fully hard; my cock had fully recovered hard as it was before the two sucked me off. Both moved away from me at the same time, I felt crotch part of the jock being pushed into my mouth. Next I felt a hard cock rubbing around my ass. "Now I'm going to fuck my boy slut's pussy. A nice long slow fuck, I want to enjoy my new toy tonight." He simply stated. Then he slammed his cock into all the way up to his balls and held it there. As he slowly withdraws his cock just to the head I felt another cock pushing at the jock in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the head coving it with the fabric of the jock. I was rewarded with another stream of piss in my mouth. Then felt another hitting my cock and right under my balls. The master was still slowly pushing in and out of my hole and knew that he was pushing some of the piss into my ass by the squishing sounds I could now hear. I think it was Carl, who had his cock in my mouth, as I held the covered head in my mouth I felt him start jerking his shaft. I also heard the master tell Louie to jerk his cock right at my ass. He was the first to shoot; I felt his load hit my balls and ass. Carl was next to shoot his load into the jock in my mouth. The master had kept up his slow fucking of my ass the whole time, but now started pick up his pace. That's when I felt two sets of lips on my cock. One on each side, they started going up and down my shaft. Tongues rubbing the top and underside, one set then another set of lips rubbing over the head of my throbbing cock. It didn't take me long; I exploded a huge load onto my belly and chest. Master slammed into my ass and held it there. He let my ass muscles work their magic as they spasm on his cock. He grunted and moaned as I felt his cock erupted, empting his balls into my ass. After he pumped his load into my ass he pulled out and walked to my head. He pulled the jock out of my mouth and replaced it with his soft cock. "Now clean my cock bitch boy." He ordered me. As I swirled my tongue around his cock, savoring it I felt two tongues licking at my cum on my chest and belly. Then I was being freed from the table. I couldn't help but think fuck this was only the first day and it's not over yet.

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Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2021 17:16:46 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 26 This chapter includes underage/older male sex. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please skip this chapter. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 26 Andrew was hard and breathless as John told his tale, but he suddenly gasped and opened his eyes wide. "No!" breathed Andrew. "Oh yeah," John laughed. "Did you forget to lock the door or something?" "No way! I was so nervous, I locked it up tight and triple checked it!" "But then how�?" "The security guard! He had seen my `dad' leave and a few minutes later remembered that I came in with him. The other guy was long gone, but the guard knew he'd been had and I was still inside somewhere, so he went to his office and reviewed the security camera footage. He saw which booth I went into and then unlocked it to drag me out." "Were you scared?" "I was a skinny seventeen-year-old kid and this burly bear of a man just caught me naked with cum running out of my underage hole after bluffing my way inside! Hell yeah, I was scared!" John paused and looked at Andrew. "You swear you will keep all this to yourself?" "Of course!" Andrew assured him. "I already promised, didn't I?" "Yeah, I just wanted to be sure." "I would never betray your confidence, John," Andrew said vehemently. "Okay." He paused a moment before he went back to his story, like he was screwing up his courage. "He grabbed me by the arm with a grip of steel and almost literally dragged my naked ass out of the booth and all the way down the hall and into this little office at the end and threw me down onto a hard wooden chair. "I started to say I needed my clothes, but the look on his face told me I'd better shut up, so I did. "He just sat there glaring at me for a while before he finally spoke. Then he leaned forward and said `You talk yourself into my store with some cockamamie story, immediately sneak into a booth to get naked, jack off, and who knows what else, and now you want your clothes back on all of a sudden? I could lose my job for letting you in here and you think you can start making demands on me? I don't think so, you little punk!' "Then he asked for my name. There was no way I was going to tell him that, so after he got tired of grilling me, he decided to go get my clothes after all so he could look through my wallet. "He zip-tied my wrists together around the leg of his solid oak desk so I wouldn't run away, and went back down the hall to get my stuff from the booth at the other end. The bastard left the door open so he could keep an eye on me, which meant that four other people saw my pathetic self sitting there naked as a jaybird huddled around the leg of his desk. I felt totally humiliated, but Mr. Fletcher (that's the school librarian) must have already left, so at least he didn't see me there! "The guard was back in a few minutes with all my clothes in a wad under one arm and the other triumphantly holding up my wallet with a smirk on his face. "`So you don't want to talk, huh?' he gloated at me. "It looks like you don't need to. I've got everything I need right here!" "He kicked the door shut and then dumped my stuff on the floor so he could open my wallet, but then he realized the only card in there was a fake ID. It turned out I would never have gotten in with it anyway, because he instantly knew it wasn't real. "That's when he got really mad. `Think you got this all figured out, don't you, boy?' He growled at me. `You don't know nothin! I'm half a mind to take it out of your hide, you little shit!' "I was really getting scared now, but I still wasn't going to give in. I didn't want this on my record for the rest of my life. "Then he started going on about calling the police and I'd be stuck getting raped in a jail cell until I finally came clean with who I am. By this time, I'd decided even if I did end up in jail, there was no way I would ever give this prick my real name. "He kept blustering around with threats and intimidation trying to break me, but from somewhere deep inside I was determined to weather the storm, and didn't cave. He must have realized that he was fighting a losing battle, because after another bout of almost literally getting into my face, he stood up and kicked the chair out from under me in frustration. "I fell hard on my side and wrenched my shoulder, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of any reaction at all. Then I noticed him looking at my legs and remembered that I still had dried cum trails down my legs. That was when he got this look in his eye and I knew where this was going to go. "Sure enough, he grabbed me by the waist and lifted my butt up off the floor so I was kind of standing on my own feet, though my hands were still bound down around the leg of the desk. I was going to give him some good kicks, but then realized that there was no way I would win that battle without my hands free. While that went through my mind, he had spread my legs so wide I thought I was going to split in half and he stood between them so I couldn't have done anything if I wanted to. "That was when I could feel his finger tracing a cum line up my leg. "He did this little throaty growl thing before he told me that he could see I had indeed done more than just jack off. He asked if I took care of my `daddy,' and then answered himself saying he could see Daddy had had to discipline me. "My thoughts and emotions were whirling in chaos: I was scared, but at the same time, this was kind of a turn-on. He was an absolute jerk, obviously, but he actually looked pretty hot. I could tell his mass was muscle and not fat. He wasn't toned by any means, but super beefy. The whole thing was kind of overwhelming. "Then he stuck a finger up my hole and swirled it around in a circle like he was inspecting the walls of my chute. He pulled his finger out and sniffed it and determined it was clean but for the massive load that Mr. Fletcher had left in there not long before. Then he put two fingers inside me and swirled them both around for a moment before pulling them out. "I heard his zipper going down and looked between my legs to see his pants fall to the floor and him kick them away. He spit on his hand and must have polished his knob with it, though I couldn't see it. He must have been hard enough that it stuck straight out in front of him. "Then he told me in an intensely quiet voice that if I had come for cock, I was going to get more than I bargained for and then he took a little step forward and I felt the tip of his dick against my back door. Without any warning, he just shoved the whole thing inside me. "Luckily, Mr. Fletcher had left me well-lubed, because that would have hurt like hell. I think I grunted in surprise, because then the jerk of a guard said `Yeah, kid, you never had such a big one down that cherry ass of yours before, have you?' "He kept talking about how he was going to rip me a new one with his horse cock, but I kept quiet. The more he talked trash, the funnier it got, because he really wasn't that big. Both of the other cocks I took care of earlier were noticeably larger than this�especially Mr. Fletcher's�though it wasn't like he was tiny. I couldn't help myself and started chuckling at his bravado. "I lucked out that he misinterpreted my shaking for crying or something, because then he started ranting about `Let this be a lesson...' and `Bet yer wishin you hadn't got on my bad side' sort of stuff. "I finally got over my laughing fit and realized that even though he wasn't huge, he had a curve that was doing nice things to my prostate. I couldn't believe it: here I was with my hands on the ground, my ass in the air, my head hanging down, a prick of a bear drilling me, and my cock was getting hard right before my eyes. "In fact, from where I was, I have to admit it was a hot sight watching my own cock bob up and down as he plowed me from above. I was so tired by then that everything started getting a bit hazy. I was kind of mesmerized by the rhythm of it all, but that was the last thing I remember about it." "Really?" asked Andrew, "You don't remember what happened next?" "Not a bit. The next thing I remember, I was in a jail cell at the police station." "No way!" "Yeah," John laughed. "How anti-climactic is that? I think I might have passed out since I was practically upside down for most of it. I assume he shot his load in me and called the police, but that's just a guess. "The police were under the impression that the guard happened to notice me passed out naked from his post by the door. They never said anything about trespassing or my fake ID, so all I can figure is that the guard hauled me out there after I passed out. I was dressed by the time I woke up, and they just asked me if I had someone I could call to come pick me up. I called Althea, because I didn't want my parents to jump to the conclusion that I deserved to be there." "That is some adventure!" "It was crazy, but I still managed to keep it to myself until now. It feels good to share it with someone�someone that I trust!" "Thank you for trusting me." "Thank you for listening! And what do you know? We're already here! Perfect timing!" said John as he turned off the highway and onto the smaller paved drive next to the Three Jacks sign. "We'll just hop inside the office and check in." "I don't know about that," Andrew said sheepishly as he gestured to his tented shorts. "I might need a minute." "I don't see any problem there," John said with that familiar gleam in his eye. "If it makes you more comfortable, you are welcome to, um, calm down while I check us in." He pulled up to the office and turned off the engine. "Thanks, you are ever so kind," Andrew said drolly. "I live to serve, my liege!" "Oh brother..." "Still not, and still happy about that!" John quipped as he hopped out of the car with a big grin on his face. "I'll be right back." Andrew watched John go into the office and tried to will his excited cock to soften, but John's bygone escapades were still fresh in his mind, and the thing refused to cooperate. While he sat there wrestling with himself, a new lifted Jeep in a deep blue without its doors pulled up and parked next to John's BMW. The driver was a guy with spiky red hair and a beard that wasn't too long but not neat and trimmed either. He looked like the poster model for Ocean Pacific with sunglasses, a deep tan, bright green board shorts perfectly matched with a light green short-sleeved shirt, very worn tan sandals, and a woven leather ankle bracelet. He looked over in Andrew's direction and gave him a bright smile and a little wave before he took his sunglasses off and hooked them to a clip on the windshield. Andrew casually tried to cover his lap without looking like it while the ginger swung himself down and headed to the office door. He glanced at Andrew again as he pulled the door open and gave him a quick green-eyed wink before he went inside. Andrew wondered what that was about before it hit him the guy must have seen him sprouting wood. He didn't realize he was blushing furiously, but he was embarrassed that he was noticed by a hot guy like that in public. At least he didn't apparently get all offended by it. Of course, his cock was all the more excited by it, and he huffed in frustration as it resisted all efforts to go down. It took several more minutes to get it down far enough that he was willing to risk standing up, but John chose that minute to come back out. "I think you are going to love this one," he announced proudly as he got back in the car. "Oh yeah?" "Definitely!" he said confidently. John eased them out of the parking space and deeper into the woods. Andrew was soon distracted by looking around the campground after they drove past a sign welcoming them to "Jack in Spades." The first section was all rigged for RV hookups, and the second area was full of decent camping sites with picnic tables, fire pits with cooking grilles, and flat spots for setting up tents. Small restrooms with external utility sinks were sprinkled among them. Once they passed those, there was a section of empty woods before a sign announced they had "found the Jack of Hearts." The driveway curved to the right and suddenly there was a charming little cottage that looked like it was built for a Snow White movie with a shaggy thatched roof, a chimney, little windows, and brightly painted trim. "Is that it?" Andrew queried in surprise. "Nope, that's just the first cabin," John replied, smiling. "Ours is back farther." The next cabin they passed was white and looked like it was lifted from a Scandinavian catalog with a crisp and clean design incorporating big windows and a dark arching roof. He next spied what looked like a mini-Swiss chateau that would have been quite at home in the Alps. "What is this place?" Andrew breathed in surprise. John grinned as he stole a quick glance at his passenger. "Remember how we started to cater to drivers who needed a place to sleep?" "Yeah," replied Andrew as he watched a pagoda-like building slide by. "Well, anyone can do a traditional motel with a row of identical boxes, but we decided if we wanted customers to come back, it would help if we offered something a little different, so we made every cabin unique." Andrew spied a traditional Quonset hut with a door painted Army green as John explained. "Since we were doing the work ourselves, it didn't cost as much extra as you might think. Plus, my grandmother fancied herself a decorator extraordinaire," he chuckled. The Southwestern-styled adobe Andrew saw next looked positively out of place in its forest setting. "How many are there?" "We are up to thirty-two cabins now. We don't build them very often anymore. We don't have any trouble keeping them rented most of the time, but we are running out of ideas to make sure they are all unique." Andrew beheld an old-looking building with a lot of brick on the ground floor and white plaster divided by heavy wood timber on the upper floor crowned with a very steep gray roof. "That's a lot if they are all different," Andrew observed. "Yeah, but maybe you can think of a style we missed," John laughed. Next was an ultramodern design with glass walls all the way around and a flat roof with long overhangs. "It doesn't look like you missed anything at all from here," Andrew laughed. "Unless you wanted a�oh, never mind, there is one now," as he saw the peak of a teepee through the trees. As they drove, they passed a dome made out of triangles, a tiny stone castle, a three-sided lean-to, one that looked like a little Greek temple, and a pyramid before the road made an abrupt left turn and John pulled off the main road up to a thick cluster of trees. Through the trunks, he could see the river not much farther from where they stood, but there was no cabin at all as far as Andrew could see. Really? Amid all these fun cabins they were going to string a tarp between some trees? "This is where we are staying?" Andrew asked. "I thought you said I get a roof over my head this time!" Then he had another thought and started to look for any possible door that could lead to hidden stairs. "Or is it underground?" "There's an idea, but no, not underground," John said. "Look up!" Andrew obediently looked up, but all he saw were leaves. In fact, they were so densely packed that he couldn't see any sky between most of them. Especially in the center of the cluster of trees, where it was so dark that it seemed like... ********* What do you think happens next? :) Check out my other posts! These ones are not stories I've written, but they are uncopyrighted pulps from the '80s that I enjoy and wanted to share before they are lost forever: "The Battlefield" in the Historical section "My Favorite Freshman" in the College section "Alaskan Huskies" in the Encounters section

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Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 15:23:17 +0000 From: David Andrews Subject: The Meeting A young masochist finds his master. The meeting, from young David's angle. My name is David, and this story is about when I was twelve years old. It started about the time I went to see a film called Mutiny on the Bounty, and in which several of the men were tied up and whipped. I always became erect when I watched these whippings. Even if a hero in a book I was reading got himself tied up, I used to fantasise about it and as soon as a friend told me about masturbating I would do it while thinking about me being whipped and tied up. This eventually led to me practising self bondage, and although this was sort of exciting, I yearned for someone to do it with, or to be more explicit, to do it to me! I used to go swimming with a group of boys from an old quay in the harbour and it always pleased me to wear the skimpiest briefs I could get hold of. It was on one occasion down at the quay that I met this friendly young guy. I had on a pair of briefs that tied on either side of my hips with little lacing eyes and a couple of bits of string that I had substituted for laces. I threaded the string directly up through the three eyes with no cross over, so that they pulled up to a very brief side. The front would ride down to rest just above my genitals showing the maximum amount of flat boy tummy to any watcher and leaving a lot of sexy folds of material over my genitals. My life changed that day as I noticed this man watching me all the time. I say a man but I found out later that he was only about seventeen. He had been there several days running and on this day was taking photos of me whenever I got near him. Eventually I plucked up courage and went over to say hello. He told me he enjoyed watching us fool around so I sat down beside him, and stretching out in the sun let him have a good look at me. This he did, and seemed to find it hard to take his eyes off me. He told me he was writing a book, and that the hero was a twelve year old boy who was captured by the Romans and made a slave. This excited me and I asked him if it would be possible to have a read of it. He told me he would bring a few pages with different ideas on them, and if I like them, maybe I would consider posing for some photos so he could use them to illustrate the book when it was finished. The next day he was there again, with several pages of typing and a few sketches. He gave them to me when no one was looking and made me promise not to let anyone else see them until they were a finished book. When I looked at the top one I saw a nearly naked boy with his hands tied to the top of a post. Standing behind him with a whip was a Roman soldier. My willie immediately started to erect, so I turned the page only to find another equally explicit picture of the same boy spreadeagled on what appeared to be a rack. There were ropes going from each ankle and wrist, while a soldier stood grinning at one end operating a sort of winch thing. Suddenly I decided not to hide my erection that was by now pushing out the folds of my briefs, but let this guy see my excitement. I leaned back even more and let him see a twitch or two as I became more sexually turned on. After a long chat, during which we exchanged names, we arranged to meet up at his parents house. We were now John and David, but in my mind I already had cast him as my "Roman Master". His parents were away for a fortnight and he had the run of the house. Furthermore, he told me, grinning, we could use the dungeon in the basement that his Dad had always used when he punished him as a youngster. I was excited and realised that this could be what I had always yearned for. The meeting from John's angle. My name is John and when this was written I was nearly eighteen. I had always enjoyed the company of young boys and spent many hours just watching them swim and play down by the harbour. I was trying to write a book about the exploits of a twelve year old English boy who was captured by the Romans and became a slave to a young Roman boy. This gave me time to indulge my fantasies of getting young boys in bondage and punishing them which was my usual thought while jacking off at night. My favourite was the thought of a naked boy, young smooth and tanned, tied by the wrists to the whipping post and struggling to escape his bonds as his master whipped him. In my fantasies the boy would then be so excited by the whipping that he would even tell his master that he deserved more. Then one day, my favourite boy of the group that I watched swimming, came over and chatted to me. He wore only tiny yellow briefs, sexily tied on each hip with old string which dangled seductively on each bronzed smooth hip. I reckoned he was about twelve and he was quite perfect, with blonde curly hair, blue eyes and a most marvellous tan. His skin was without blemish and his body had no excess fat but was going lean with the beginning of muscles forming on his flat tummy which showed so well above his skimpy briefs. After a good chat I told him I was writing a book, and that I would show him a few pages the next day, and while we discussed the book, and the bondage and slavery theme I could see him start to tent out his briefs. Far from trying to hide this, he made it more than obvious to me and I decided that I would try and get him over to my parents house while they were away for a couple of weeks. I told him of the dungeon room where my father had taken me as a lad for punishment. There was still a whipping post down there, with the straps from ringbolts at the top, and these used to hold my wrists while Dad laid into my butt. I would be able to explain to David how Dad would make me strip naked before tying my wrists to the post, and how he himself would take off his shirt and show a massive bulge of an erection in his jeans before he laid into me. I realise that my Dad was really responsible for my thoughts on bondage, but I got such a kick out of it now that I was pleased it happened. Now the thought of this lovely young boy submitting to me in that dungeon was exciting to say the least. David writes about the first visit. John arranged to pick me up in his old car on the following day at a place where we would not be seen going off together as we were both thinking my friends might ask questions. So we met early in the morning and John drove out to this massive old house of his parents that was down a lane in the countryside with trees all round and so very secluded. On arrival he put the car away in the garage and ushered me in through the back door although there was no one around to see us anyway. He got us both a drink of fizzy appleade which I suspect was laced with something to make us more randy, if that was possible! We chatted about what we might do next which led neatly to his suggestion that to get in the mood for the photographs he wanted. Perhaps I would put on the loin cloth he had prepared for me? I willingly agree and without further ado stripped down to my favourite old swimming bikini that I had purposely put under my jeans as I knew that John found them a switch on. He watched me, then put out his hand a ruffled my hair. Look David, come and stand in front of me here, and he plumped himself down on a settee. I will help you fasten this loin cloth and he handed me a tiny scrap of thin cotton made into a pouch with thin leather crotch strap and leather cord to go around my waist. First though, we need to get those swimmers off and he reached across to untie the hip cords. Perhaps I was still slightly shy but I pushed his hands away, muttering that I could manage and turning my back so he could not see that I was already fully erect. Now then David, don't be a wimp, said John. If you cannot keep your hands out of the way I had better tie them behind you to get you ready for the main bondage themes. Put your hands behind you and stand still came the order. With mounting excitement I did as I was told and felt him putting several loops of thin cord round my wrists before cinching it tight. This was the first time that I had been tied up by another person, and I found it incredibly exciting especially when he turned me back to face him and quietly undid my swimmers to drop them around my ankles. That is a nice willie for your age said John and he lightly brushed his hand over it as it stuck straight out from my groin. I blushed and stuttered that did he really think so and he assured me that it was a good one! This gave me confidence as I stood there, naked with my hands tied firmly behind me! John picked up the little loin cloth cum g-string and making me step into it before pulling it up to tie very low around my waist. The little scrap of cloth forming the pouch only just contained my pounding erection and the leather crotch strap was tight in my bum crack. There we are he said, one young slaveboy ready to be taken for bondage and punishment in my dungeon, and with another hair ruffling and light pat on the bottom he guided me to a door set in the corner of the room. He opened the door, flicked on a light switch, and I saw steps going down. Carefully with my bound hands I went down into a large stone cellar. The first thing I noticed was a hefty post in the centre with eyebolts set in the top and straps and chains hanging ready from them. Immediately afterward I noticed several whips hanging on the walls, along with several leather straps and gadgets that I could only guess at the use of. I realised that I was in a fully equipped dungeon and my willie thrust the little pouch out even tighter in front of me at the thought. John writes now about the arrival of David at his parents house, and the dungeon. I met David as planned and found him waiting for me at the roadside wearing old jeans with a white tee shirt and trainers. He gave me a cheeky grin and hopped in the passenger side and I quickly drove away before we met any of his friends. Having parked the car I unlocked the back door and ushered David inside, before locking the door again behind us so that we were totally secure. I found us both a drink of apple juice to sort of break the ice, before suggesting that we get in the mood for the photos I wanted to take by dressing him up in his slaveboys loincloth. David stripped at once to reveal that he was wearing his little bikini swimming briefs and I felt my own erection almost bursting with anticipation as I began to realise that this boy was willing to join in on what I had in mind. I sat down on a settee and told him to stand in front of me, and then started to untie the string sides of his bikini. David pushed my hands away and turned bashfully away to do it himself, so telling him not to be a wimp I told him I would have to tie his hands behind his back and put the loin cloth on him myself. Immediately David obeyed, and held his hands behind him for me to tie, and I quickly bound them tightly with the cord I had ready. Now I turned him, undid his briefs and dropped them around his ankles so he stood naked in front of me. His Willie was sticking straight out, ramrod hard. He was uncircumcised and entirely hairless still and I lightly brushed my hand over it, being careful not to take him beyond the point of no return before we were doing my bondage thing in the dungeon. I guided him over to the cellar door, and opening it ushered him down the steps into my favourite place. He was wide eyed with astonishment and headed straight over to look at the whipping post before turning to me and asking if he was to be tied to it. I told him that yes, I wanted him tied by the wrists as if for a whipping, and very quietly he looked me in the eye and said, John, will you use a whip on me, please John. I have always wondered what it would be like, he told me. I told him that I agreed to whip him within certain rules. Firstly there would be no let out or safe words for him to escape. We would agree how many lashes he would take. If he pleaded for mercy the remaining strokes would be doubled and he would be gagged and I showed him the leather strap ball gag and also a hood that would go over his head if he tried to make me stop. We would write down the number of strokes so that if there was any pleading, it could be shown to him! I then led him over to select a whip and although he favoured the heavy vicious knotted leather cats, I made him choose a softer wider leather multi tail, that I knew from experience would not mark him too badly. How many lashes do you want me to give you I asked. Ten for a start? I want twenty at least came the answer. Alright David, twenty it will be, and don't forget the penalty for asking for it to be reduced! Then I led this gorgeous willing randy little boy over to the post and told him to stand against it and hold his arms above his head while I buckled the leather straps firmly around his thin wrists. Finally, telling him to stand on tiptoe, I tightened the chains up to another notch so that his body was stretched for his whipping. David tells of his preparation and whipping After John had helped me select a whip he told me the rules of his dungeon so that there would be no way to ease the punishment. He showed me the ball gag and hood that he would put on me if I pleaded and I thought to myself that if it was as exciting being whipped as I thought, I could always plead for mercy and get hooded and double dose for the end. We agreed twenty lashes and John wrote it down. David has agreed to accept twenty lashes on his back and bottom from John. There is to be no let out. Any pleading means double the number and hood and gag to be put on. Then we both signed it. I have to admit that I was almost climaxing in anticipation as John led me across to the post and told me to hold my hands above my head. I felt the straps tight around my wrists and then I was pulled up onto tiptoe so that my body was stretched and held tight to the post with my willie now crushed against the wood. John then picked up another length of rope and tieing it around one ankle he passed it round the back of the post to tie to the other ankle so that although I could kick a bit, my legs were held fairly close to the post. As I watched John pick up the whip I was both wildly excited that my dream was about to come true, and frightened of what it may be like. Brace yourself then David, came the order, and the first stroke landed across my shoulders. I could not believe it as it was fairly soft and hardly hurt at all. Please do it harder John, I told him. Again another stroke but still not really painful. Harder please, harder and harder. Make me squirm I shouted, and as the next four or five lashes landed with John working from my shoulders downwards with each stroke, I started to struggle as he laid them on harder. How is that little slaveboy he asked. Taking a deep breath I asked him if that was the best he could do. Right then, in that case punishment will now start, he told me. Forget the warm up, this is now for real, and you will count out each stroke for me. Suddenly he laid on a full blooded lash, and I gasped and screamed out, six. Oh no you don't came Johns reply, You said it was not hard enough and I told you we would start again. We will now do so and this starts at one! After six strokes I was struggling, kicking my bound ankles, and sweat was beginning to pour off my head and shoulders. John paused, laid down the whip, and picking up his camera took several shots of me as I hung sweating and helpless against the post. Returning to pick up the whip he asked if I was ready, and did I think he was going hard enough yet because he thought he might go a bit heavier if I could stand it? Do your worst I shouted, I cannot stop you can I? Now things really started to get tough. As I bucked and struggled the sweat streamed down my smooth young body, down my back making the whip wet and heavy as John laid on six more. Now we were up to twelve and I was actually crying with the pain. I knew that my erection was at busting point but I knew that I could not take much more without screaming for mercy and this I knew that I must not do. John raised the whip again and landed it across my bottom, thirteen, fourteen, and at fifteen I climaxed, crying out with an animal type shout and cumming for the first time in my life producing sperm in my loin cloth, before hanging limp from my wrist bonds. Wow said John, I have heard of boys cumming under punishment, but never done it myself of seen a boy do it. However, the next five strokes will be hard to bear David, and I think we will take off that sticky loin cloth and leave nice smooth skin for the whip without that leather cord. As he untied and took away the pouch I knew that my penis was drooping and that I dreaded the next five strokes. John was kind in that he told me that he was going upstairs for half an hour and would leave me tied and ready for my final strokes, so that I could get back in the mood perhaps. With that I watched him walk away and I was left to wait, arms aching, straps bighting into my wrists and my ankles desperately wanting relief from being held close to the post. Gradually, over the next half hour, my erection returned and I was able to rub it against the post. By the time John returned I was again excited. Conscious of my sore back, the sweat in my eyes, and awaiting the rest of my punishment. John looked at my erection and grinned. Good boy he said, you are ready for more I think but I have one more little idea he said. With that, he reached in around the post and took hold of my erection. No John, please no John, I cannot take any more if you wank me off. Please stop! John laughed at me. Oh you silly boy, now you have pleaded I will have to gag you , and double the last five lashes that you have to take! Please John I shouted, you made me say that. Ah but you said it my boy didn't you. He let go of my erection mercifully before I came, and picking up the gag thrust it over my head to force the ball into my mouth. The straps were buckled over the top of my head and around my neck as I groaned and mumbled into it. Then suddenly all went black as the leather hood was slipped over my head. I heard John say brace yourself, and then with a swish and thud the now slightly wet whip landed on my naked bottom. I heaved with futile energy against my strapped arms, and as each lash landed the pain grew larger until I was sobbing into the gag. Last one coming up said John, and a searing pain across my lower back signalled the end of the ordeal. John quickly took off my hood, undid the gag, and leaning over me kissed me gently on the mouth. Well done David, you were wonderful he said, and as his hand slipped down to my erect penis I came again with the excitement of having actually been made to take a whipping. What did you think of that asked John as he undid my aching arms. Well it hurt a lot I said, but I am just wondering what we do next time!! And with that, we agreed to meet up again in two days time. I hope some of you will give me feed back on this little tale. I will answer any replies that sound interesting. David.

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Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2002 19:37:39 -0600 From: Jake Lyons Subject: Counselor with Intentions Part 2 Let me first thank everyone who has taken the time to e-mail me with their feedback. As long as the feedback keeps coming I will keep writing for you guys and girls. So please send all feedback to story_writer_69@hotmail.com All the normal disclaimers apply. If you shouldn't be reading this then don't. If you are offended by this type of stuff then what in the hell are you doing here anyway? This story is all make believe, any semblance to real people or event is strictly coincidence. This is the second part to this particular story, I am still in the process of `setting the scene' so please be patient I think your wait will be well worth it. I hope you all enjoy~ ------------------------------------------------- Doug woke up at 10:15 AM that morning and rolled out of bed. What a dream he thought as he walked to the bathroom his cock tenting his boxer shorts out. I can't believe that dream he thought to himself. He chuckled thinking what he would do with Jake if he was actually here. That had to be a dream he thought. He just finished going the bathroom when the phone rang. "Hello." "Doug this is Shelly from the Center." replied the female voice on the other end of the phone. "We are still looking for Jake. As you know he ran away last night. Some of us are getting pretty worried about him. I know it's your day off, but would you mind coming in for a couple hours to help look for him this afternoon?" "I ah... I ah... yeah sure what time do you want me in?" stammered Doug. What the fuck he thought to himself that wasn't a dream. What the hell was I thinking, now I have a twelve year old kid in my basement. Shit, shit, shit. "How about twelve thirty or so?" asked Shelly "Jim and I were talking this morning when I came in and we think he might be trying to get home because he doesn't want to celebrate his birthday at the Center and his birthday is in three days. So we need people out there searching. Thanks for coming in, we'll get you a day off in a couple weeks to make up for it. Thanks again Doug, see you at twelve thirty." "Yeah no problem." replied Doug as he hung up the phone. What the hell was he going to do now. He thought to himself. He went into his bedroom and put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and went downstairs to where last nights dream would become reality. Doug got to the bottom of the steps and sure enough the hide-a-bed was pulled out and on that bed was a young boy sleeping with one hand handcuffed to the frame. Jake was still sleeping. He was curled up into a ball with his head resting on his arm and the blankets pulled up tight to his chin. He looks so peaceful Doug thought nothing like the little bastard that has caused him so many headaches at the center. He looked almost like a little angel laying there. Doug knew that how he work the kid up would go a long way in the control he wanted to have over the boy. He knew that if he started out hard it would be easier to soften up a little when he got things how he wanted them. "Wake up you little bastard!" Doug shouted as he ripped the blankets away from Jake nearly spilling him to the floor in the process. Jake mumbled and rolled over covering his head with the pillow to steal a couple more seconds of sleep. "You have five seconds to get your ass out of that bed or you will have to deal with the consequences." Jake peeked out from under the pillow, the look he gave Doug was a cross between sheer anger and defiance. "Fuck you!" Jake mumbled as he pulled the pillow back over his head. Doug reached out and grabbed the pillow with both hands and waited until he felt Jake relax a little then yanked as hard as he could pulling the pillow away from Jake. "What did you say you little punk. You need to learn right now that I am in control not you. Now get your little ass out of that bed. Five... four... three... two..." Jake hopped out of bed just before Doug said one. Jake stood with his right wrist handcuffed to the bed frame and his hair having the classic morning dishelmed look, sleep in his eyes but still caring that defiant look. "So what are you going to do to me?" he asked looking around the room obviously trying to figure out how to get out. Just as he turned back to look at Doug he was slapped on the left side of his face. Not enough to hurt, but it certainly got his attention. "Remember you little puke that after everything you say you end with sir. If you don't you will be punished. It's that simple. Even you can understand that now can't you? I thought we taught you that last night before you went to bed?" asked Doug, he didn't really want to hurt the boy but he needed him to listen if this was going to go well. He couldn't have this kid be that defiant forever, or else it would never work. If truth be told he really liked the kid. Sure the kid was cute as hell and was an object of several of his jack-off sessions, but the kid was a neat kid. He was smart and easily likeable when he wasn't being a prick. He just had to break him down, kind of like what the Army did to basic training recruits. "Ok, so what are you going to do to me... Sir." said Jake with a sly smirk on his face. He was obviously going to play this game as long as he could. Well maybe if the kid got a little uncomfortable he would change his tune. "Well I am not going to 'do' anything to you." replied Doug "As far as I am concerned until you start treating me how you should treat adults I will go about my business. Now I bet you might get a little uncomfortable if I don't let you go the bathroom, if I don't let you eat and all the other things you want to do, but you see none of that will happen as long as you are being an asshole to me. Understand?" Jake looked at the ceiling then back at Doug and said "I understand sir. I'm sorry. May I please go the bathroom again?" Jake then looked down at the floor. Doug wasn't sure if the kid was being legit or not, but he was liking the way things were going. "Same rules as last night OK.?" Doug replied as he walked over to the bed. Jake looked up and nodded his head. Doug un-cuffed him and led him to the bathroom. Jake walked into the bathroom and looked around, he seemed nervous. "What's wrong?" Doug asked leaning up against the door jam intently watching the kid. "It's just... it's just that... I uh... I have to go number two sir." Jake replied as he rung his hands in front of him. Obviously very nervous of going number two in front of someone. "I told you until I can trust you I am not letting you out of my sight. So if you have to go number two then you better go now. Maybe if you would have gotten up when I said so and talked a little more socially I would turn my back, but not now." replied as he looked back at Jake. He was enjoying making the kid feel uncomfortable, if it was this easy this would surely go ok. There might be a couple bumps along the road, but things would be ok. Jake looked around trying to figure out how to go the bathroom without Doug seeing him down there. Finally nature won out and it was either Jake sit on the toilet and go or he was going to go in his pants and he had nothing else to wear. He started to squat over the toilet and held his hand over his private area and pulled his pajamas down and quickly sat on the toilet. Doug smiled to himself, such a cocky kid so unsure of himself an odd mix. Doug looked down at his watch 10:45 AM shit he had to be at work in a little under two hours. When Jake finished he reached out, still covering himself his hand, and grabbed the toilet paper. This was the moment Doug was waiting for, he knew the kid could cover himself and wipe at the same time. Jake have stood up and turned his back towards Doug and wiped. My god Doug thought to himself. What an ass on this boy. Two perfectly formed globes. Doug moved his hand to the front of his pants to hide his growing erection, he didn't want to scare the boy. Jake quickly finished and pulled up his pajamas and looked back at Doug. "What now sir?" he asked. "Well I am guessing your hungry right?" replied Doug looking back at Jake again realizing how beautiful this kid. When this kid got older he would be absolutely gorgeous. Jake nodded his head admitting he was hungry. "Well before you eat you need to take a shower, you didn't have time last night because of how late it was, but you need to this morning. So do you want to do that now or wait?" Jake looked scared and said "Can I eat before I take a shower sir?" Doug shook his head no. Jake hung his head and said "Are you going to watch me take a shower sir?" "I already told you Jake, until I can trust you you're not leaving my sight. I also said if you would have listened earlier I might have let you, but not now. Maybe later. So do you want to take you shower now or not?" Jake looked at Doug then back at the bathroom then back at Doug again. "No I think I'll wait, I'm not really that hungry right now." "Fine by me, come back to the bed." replied Doug. Jake walked over to the bed and looked up at Doug. "Well what are you waiting for make your bed. You need to make your bed every morning from now on. Understood?" "Yes sir." replied Jake as he made his way around the bed tucking in the sheets and straightening the blankets. Once he was done with that he looked up at Doug. Doug grabbed his right wrist, the one with the handcuff on it and rebuffed it to the bed frame. "I have to go take my shower and get something to eat before I go into work for a little bit. It seems a kid ran away last night and they want me to help look for him. I will check back on you in a little bit." Doug replied as he made his way up the stairs and shut the door. He took a quick shower and then went about making himself some eggs and bacon. Doug finished eating his breakfast and looked at the clock 11:45 AM. He had to be to work in 45 minutes. Time to see if smelling the breakfast made Jake hungry enough to take a shower. Doug opened the door and walked downstairs and looked at Jake sitting on the floor. "So are you ready to take a shower yet?" he asked looking down at the boy once again admiring his beauty. "Yes sir. I am really hungry sir." replied Jake hanging his head as he spoke. "Well we need some clothes for you to wear after your shower don't we. I'll be right back." Doug replied as he ran up the steps to his bedroom. He quickly searched through his drawers and found a pair of boxers and a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for Jake to wear until he could smuggle some of his own clothes out of the shelter. He made his way back downstairs and found Jake standing at the side of the bed. "Here are some things for you to wear when you're done with your shower." he said as he handed Jake the clothes. He un-cuffed Jake this time leaving the cuff on the bed so Jake was completely free of any type of restraint. Jake made his way to the bathroom somewhat slowly. How do I take a shower without him seeing me he thought to himself. But he was pretty certain that Doug meant what he said, that if Jake didn't take a shower he wouldn't get anything to eat. "What's wrong now?" asked Doug walking into the bathroom behind Jake handing him a towel. "N..n..nothing sir." replied Jake as he looked to the floor. "It's just that no one except my mom and dad have ever seen me without any clothes on." "Don't worry you don't have anything that I don't. Besides you might as well get used to showering in front of people when you get older you will have to do it." replied Doug. He was trying to put the kid at ease, he knew he had to take this part slow in order to get the results he wanted. Doug leaned into the shower and started the water for Jake. "Alright lets hurry up I have to be to work in thirty five minutes." Jake slowly pulled his shirt up and over his head. Showing his perfect boy chest. Doug looked on with no expression on his face. However, inside Doug was in seventh heaven looking at this beautiful boy in front of him. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he would have a young boy in front of him taking off his clothes. Talk about making someone's day. Doug looked back at Jake to watch Jake slowly pull his pajama bottoms off showing off his perfect legs with not a single hair on them. Doug looked at his feet and slowly let his eyes wander up the boys young smooth body. He looked at Jake's legs, nice flat stomach, and beautiful chest with just a hint of little pectoral muscles starting to bud, and his nipples Doug had always had a fetish for small nipples and if he could have picked any nipples these would have been it. They couldn't have been bigger then a dime. Everything about this boy was perfect Doug thought. Jake stopped realizing that Doug was staring at him, he blushed a little bit no one had ever paid this kind of attention to him. He stood in front of Doug's penetrating gaze in just his boxers wondering what to do now. He really didn't want to get naked in front of Doug, but he didn't really have much of a choice. He turned his back to Doug and slowly peeled off his boxers and let them fall to the floor with the rest of his clothes. Doug realized he was staring but there was little he could do about it. He was standing there in utter amazement at the sheer beauty of this boy getting into the shower in front of him. Doug had the best seat in the house to see this magnificent specimen of boy ass in front of him. Doug watched as each step Jake took his ass cheeks would flex. Doug thought to himself what it would be like to spread those cheeks and give the boy his first rim job. "Can I pull the curtain?" Jake asked shaking Doug from his fantasies. "Yeah sure go ahead." Doug replied. As soon as Jake pulled the curtain Doug started rubbing himself through his jeans. He didn`t want to admit it, but this boy was slowly developing a control over him. Just the site of him standing there naked gave him urges that no woman had ever given him before. He knew he was going to have to be careful, he wanted to do this the right way. "Can you hand me those clothes please sir?" Jake asked interrupting Doug yet again. Doug was a little embarrassed that he was still rubbing himself and the boy had seen him. He didn't want to scare him. He handed Jake the pile of clothes he had brought down. Jake quickly dressed and stood facing Doug. Doug tried his best not to laugh at the boy. The clothes Doug had given him were obviously too big for him, but it was the best he could do. "Alright back on with the handcuff while I get you your food." Doug said as he motioned towards the bed and the empty handcuff hanging from the frame. Jake walked over to the bed and held out his wrist ready to be cuffed again. Doug put the cuff on and said "Hang on I'll be right back." As he went up the stairs into the kitchen. Doug came down the steps holding a box of Apple Jacks and a bowl and a large glass of milk. "Here you go, I hope you like Apple Jacks. I don't have time to cook anything because you didn't take a shower when I first asked you to. You can eat as much of these as you want. I have to go to work now to go look for a runaway that I doubt anyone will find today. I shouldn't be more then a couple hours. While I'm gone I have a task for you. Here is a note pad and pencil. I want you to write down what you expect to happen here and try to come up with some rules that you will have to live by as long as you are here. Okay." "How long am I going to be here, and do I ever get to be without the handcuffs sir?" asked Jake a little scared over some of the things Doug said. Would he ever get to go home he wondered, would he ever get to see his mom and dad and girlfriend? "Well maybe some of the rules you come up with will be how you can get out of the handcuff and what privileges and punishments you will get as well. But I have to go, we can talk more later when I get home. See you then." Doug replied as he made his way up the stairs and shut the door leaving Jake alone in the basement. No to go to work and try to find the `runaway' Doug though to himself as he chuckled. This is all working so perfectly, better then he could have ever expected. To be continued...

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Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 03:35:17 -0400 From: Amterrapin60@netscape.net Subject: the hunt part 2 This is a work of fiction, if you are under age, not legally permitted to read this, or offenend by sex between adult males, then DON NOT READ ON. You can not download or copy this story unless with the full disclaimer. Copyright 2001 by AMc. The Hunt part 2 They arrived at a clearing in the woods and set Joe down on a soft patch of ground. Wayne rubbed his shoulder, as he rotated his arm, working the stiffness out of it. Drew showed no affect from carrying Joe's 165 pounds under the thick pole. He was definitely the strong silent type, Joe mused as he watched the men set up camp. The gear was placed near a larger sturdy picnic table amid a field of grass and a large stone barbecue pit. Four tall posts framed the area and Joe remembered Darryl mentioning the construction of a pavilion for picnics and family outings. Once arranged, Drew came over and removed the pole still restraining Joe's hands and feet. He got Joe to his feet then slung him over his shoulders and carried him to the picnic table where Wayne had spread a blanket over the top. Joe was set down and immediately tied to the table legs . His legs dangled over the end while his hands were spread out wide from his sides. Drew and Wayne sat on one side; Darryl sat on the other bench. They busied themselves with a lunch of cold sandwiches, fruit and soda. They causally ate, occasionally fondling Joe as if having a naked man for a centerpiece was normal. Darryl feed Joe some food and held his head so he could drink, for which Joe was grateful. Despite his position, Joe enjoyed the the situation, three men centering their attention on his firm young body as the sun shining thru the trees warmed his skin. Thank God it had warmed up the past few days after a spell of rain, Joe sighed. Looking at the darker men he realized he had to work on his tan. He closed his eyes, relaxing in the heat and the men chatting amiably about their "prize". Darryl cleared his throat and spoke up when he saw his thrall getting too comfortable. "Drew why don't you show my thrall your technique with balls. " Darryl said pointedly and Joe's eyes flew open and stared at Darryl with concern . Joe had sensitive balls and an aversion to have them played with, Darryl had discovered. Joe began to sweat with anticipation as Drew got up and retrieved a long soft nylon string from his pocket. Without a word- Joe realized he hadn't heard Drew speak more than three words- he reached over and carefully pulled Joe's testicles out and wrapped the string around the base of them, leaving a length in his hands. Joe tensed up at the affect it had on him and his breathing increased in anxiety. The other two moved food and drink away from the naked man wiggling around trying to vainly to get out of the situation. They laughed at his predictament, ready for more sexual fun. Drew stood at the end of the table between Joe's legs and slowly pulled the string taut causing Joe to move his butt closer to the edge of the table to ease the stress on the sensitive skin. He stopped when his arms would reach no further from their restraints. Drew wiped sweat from his brow and14 at Darryl's urging removed his shirt. Joe's dick sprang to life at the sight. Drew had well muscled arms and chest. His pectorals were bulging and covered with a thick coat of hair accenting his small brown nipples. The hair trailed down his stomach, disappearing under the waistband. He tugged on the string again making Joe gasp and jump. He smiled at the ease of arousing the pale buck before him. With a flick of his wrist he sent the string lassoing around Joe's fully erect cock and pulled again. Joe grunted, about to say something when Darryl took out a handkerchief from his pocket. "You want me to gag you , or you going to stay quiet boy?" He asked with an arched brow tilted at Joe. Joe shut his mouth-he hated the idea of being gagged again. Drew tugged on the string rapidly, making Joe's genitals bounce uncomfortably. He stopped and leaned forward, flicking at Joe's balls with his tongue. Joe stifled another cry, shutting his eyes in concentration. Wayne and Darryl made approving noises, savoring Joe's struggle. Drew licked the tight balls and sucked one into his mouth with a loud slurping sound, switching from one nut to the other in the same manner. Joe's penis was harder than ever and rose vertically from his groin as he endured the loving torture to his balls. Drew sucked on his dick, making sure it was completely hard and tightend the string around it , making a cock ring. Darryl slicked up his finger and prodded Joe's asshole. Wayne meanwhile, pinched and sucked on his nipples, raking his hand across his chest and down to his armpits, sending Joe into further shivers of passion. " No, please stop it. " he groaned hoarsely, unable to stand it anymore. Darryl removed his finger and smacked his ass hard. "Shut and take it like a good thrall. " he growled, disappointed that Joe was folding so readily. He smacked him again and Joe shut his eyes, inhaling deeply thru his nose, trying to center his mind. He opened his eyes again when Drew untied his legs. Wayne and Darryl held them up as Drew undid his pants revealing a large dark cock and balls the size of plums. He moved between Joe's outspread legs, Joe's ass was just the right height for his cock, and coated his nine inches with precum. Oh my God, Joe thought as his eyes widened at the sight of the thick member jutting out like a steel pipe as it moved closer to him. Darryl spit on his hole and rubbed it around slicking it up for Drew's entry.He leaned into him, pushing the head against the tight opening, holding onto Joe's thighs for support. The two other men got up in unison to hold Joe's legs higher up to give more access to Drew. The head entered and Joe screamed at the pain and pleasure the huge prick caused. He was bigger than any cock he had taken, bigger than Darryl. All three men held still, letting Joe calm down and get used to Drew. Joe slowed his breathing to a manageable level and nodded to them he was alright. Drew continued to push in slowly, burying his shaft until his pubic hair brushed against Joe's buttocks. He ground it inside of Joe, like a mortar in pistol, rubbing the prostate. Darryl swatted at Joe's asscheeks with a free hand causing him to jolt, which in turn made Drew twitch in side of him. Wayne joined in as the two burly men smacked at his ass alternately. Drew made small moaning sounds in his throat as Joe's ass squeezed his cock with each swat. Once again all three men stopped what they were doing as Joe, bathed in sweat , waited at the top of the roller coaster about to plunge him into a wild ride. "Ready?" Darryl said to everyone as he watched their faces in anticipation. Drew pulled out slowly one way while pulling on the string around Joe's balls the other way, creating a strange tension within Joe, stretching and skewering him at the same time. There was no holding back this time, no teasing him to near orgasm. The roller coaster roared down the first drop taking Joe's breath away, his mouth opened soundlessly. Drew increased his pace rapidly, balling the restrained man under him. Wayne reached over and unwrapped the string around Joe's penis, who let out a yelp at the release. He took the string, still encasing Joe's balls, from Drew and raised the ball sac up and out of the way of the thrusting. Joe climaxed and Wayne freed his balls with a tug on the slip knot as he bubbled and gushed with milky semen. Drew, however, was not done and Joe used all his will power not to be knocked out by his post orgasm oversensitivity as Drew continued plowing him. He watched Drew's face screw up in concentration as Wayne and Darryl, shouted encouragements to him like a marathon runner striving for the finish line. With a powerful lunge and a great heaving Drew boiled over filling Joe to excess. Joe's legs were lowered as the massive penis withdrew from his ass with an audible plop. Darryl and Wayne whooped and applauded, slapping Drew on the back at his performance. He smiled sheepishly, suddenly self-concious of his nudity and put his clothes back on. Darryl leaned down and gave Joe a deep kiss. "That'll do boy, that'll do." The end , unless I think of something else.

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Date: Sun, 5 May 2002 22:57:48 +0100 (BST) From: Dean Lawrence Subject: Team Sports - Chapter 2 Team Sports Chapter 2 As Rob began to come around, the first thought that he had was how cold it was. His senses were still blurred, but gradually he became aware that the reason for the seemingle cold temperature was his complete lack of clothing. He also realised that his hands were held above his head, secured in some way to the ceiling, and that his mouth was stuffed with what felt, and tasted, like a sock. He couldn't see anything. For a few moments, he waited to see if this sense would return as the others had, but it dawned on him that, in fact, he was blindfolded. He began to shout for help. Of course, all that could be heard was a muffled, incoherent grunting. Itt was, however, enough to alert his captors to his newly-awakened state. Rob stood there for what seemed like an age, his shouts gradually subsiding as he realised that no-one was listening. As he fell silent, he felt the hot breath of another person on his shoulder. "Glad to see you're back with us mate. The lads and I were starting to think you'd be out all night." The words were spoken, or rather whispered, in a familiar voice. Rob couldn't place it. He guessed, correctly, that he was still a little drowsy from the drug-induced sleep that had taken him almost three hours ago. The whispers continued "It'd be a shame if you'd slept for too long. We've got a lot planned for you this weekend, and it would be a shame to miss out on any of it." Rob's mind was clearing, and he began to re-trace his activities of the night so far. He left work, went home, then went to the pub to meet... Dean! That's who it was. But why would Dean have him tied up like this? His train of thought was de-railed by the sudden, although not unpleasant, feeling of a tongue on his left ear. Fuck, that felt good. Almost instantaneously, he felt a similar sensation on his nipples, cock and between his arse cheeks. Even gagged, the five lads who occupied the room with him couldn't mistake the moans of pleasure that were soon ensuing from their teacher's mouth. "See lads, I told you he'd like it" Dean's voice, no longer a whisper, acted as a stimulant to the others, who began licking and sucking with a greater intensity. Rob no longer felt the delicious sensations from his ear, instead hearing his friend and colleague speaking quietly into it. "You see, mate, we thought it was time to add a new member to our team, and when I suggested you, the lads were a bit unsure. After all, you're a PE teacher, not the type who'd be into our particular sport. But I knew as soon as I saw you that you were one of us." The words ceased, and the sensations returned. Rob's moans had barely subsided, his breathing was more laboured, and his cock was exhibiting symptoms of his mind's disease. The licking at his cock was now replaced by sucking, and his nipples were soon being chewed on. Rather than the pain he'd expected, the sensation was like none he'd experienced before. And these sensations were soon joined by the feeling of a tongue being pressed against, and then into, his arsehole. Dean's tongue was still lapping furiously at his ears, and now that Ron had relaxed into the situation in which he found himself, he realised that there was a cold spot on the surface of the tongue that was giving him so much pleasure. He'd not noticed Dean's piercing before. Five, ten, thirty? How many minutes had passed since the tongue-lashing had begun? Rob couldn't tell, all he knew was that he was close to a release like no other he'd felt in his life. His balls were rising, his hips bucking... when all of a sudden the sensations ceased. He moaned in disappointment. "All in good time, mate. First we need to get you properly initiated into the club." Dean was working at the back of his head, untying the football sock that had been used to keep Rob from making too much noise. Even though this was a detached house, the neighbours were not too far away and had been asked by Dean's parents to keep an eye out for trouble... be it burglars or an over- enthusiastic group of his mates having a bit of a party. As the gag was removed, Rob took a few deep breaths. His jaw ached slightly, and his mouth was dry, the excess saliva produced during his "ordeal" having been soaked up by the sock. As he began to speak, Dean clapped a hand over his mouth. "No mate, not yet. You need to listen now, and talk when you've heard me out. Understand?" Rob nodded his head, and Dean removed his hand, placing it instead on his friend's shoulder. The other hand was firmly planted on his right buttock, and both hands began a slow and sexy massage as their owner began to speak again. "The five of us got together some time ago, although it started when I hooked up with one of the lads at the gym. He and I had a thing going, and pretty soon we were thinking of "broadening our circle" as it were. So we added another lad to out fold, then another, and a fifth. It stopped there, for the time being, as the more of us there were the more likely it was to get out. But one of us is, well, going away fairly soon so we decided to head-hunt a replacement. That's you, in case you hadn't guessed." The rubbing of his shoulder and arse felt good. They were now joined by hands on his pecs, thighs and calves. "Our reason d'etre is to have fun together. No stupid power games, we're all equal and all free to do what we want with whoever we want. But obviously it'd be best if this didn't get around. So you need to agree not to tell anyone about this. You only know about one of us, myself, and until you agree to keep our secret, the blindfold stays. If you don't agree, and go shouting your mouth off about me, then the photograph I took of you with one of the other lads whilst you were still... asleep... will be sent to the head, and your promising career will be cut short. You can walk away now, no problem, but you must keep your mouth shut." Rob was feeling good. Although his orgasm had been denied, the feeling of five pairs of hands on his body was almost making up for it. "So, the next time you open your mouth, I want two answers. First, do you promise to keep this to yourself, and second do you want to join us." Ron barely took a second to reply. "You bet your fucking life I want to join you!" "Hold on there, mate. There are a couple of things that our team has in common, and you need to know what they are. First off, each of us has, well, what you might describe as a "club badge" on his body. Nowhere visible in everyday life, but it is permenant. Not that it's particularly "explicit", but I know some people might not like the idea of a tattoo. ANd secondly, each of us has to have two piercings, one in the right nipple and one somewhere visible, of your own choice." Rob was silent for a short time. His mind was struggling to reconcile his apprehension about permenant, visible indications of his decision, and the amazing sensations that he as feeling, no doubt a taste of things to come. And after all, what was a tattoo and a piercing or two there days? "Well, mate, you made your mind up?" "Well, if you're sure you want me, I'm sure I want to join you." A cheer went up from the five lads in the room. "Welcome to the club, mate" Dean's voice came from the fornt now, and Rob felt the pierced tongue of his workmate, and now playmate, as it entered his mouth and began to explore every corner of it.

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Date: Mon, 20 May 2002 22:36:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Stefan Subject: Clearing A Debt by Stefan (Gay Male Historic, M/M rimming, anal) Usual disclaimers apply. Robert Fisher owned a squalid apartment building on the river side of town. The year was 1947, a time of a real housing shortage. This ensured that Fisher's apartments were always tenanted. To be fair, his rents were cheap but the apartments really needed a great deal of money spent on them. The landlord, a big man in his early fifties, was busy knocking on the door of Apartment 102. Julie Grace looked frightened when she saw the unwelcome visitor. "Your husband home?", asked the landlord. "No". Her eyes dropped. "He's out looking for work". 'Drinking in some pub, more likely', thought Fisher. Work in post-war Europe was available for any man who wanted it. A baby started crying inside the apartment. "I won't keep you. Ask Mr Grace to drop by the Supervisor's office. I'll be waiting". The big man padded off down the badly-lit corridor. The woman sighed and went to tend to her baby. There was no longer any Supervisor. Those rooms were used by the landlord. Through a venetian blind Fisher watched his tenants come and go. Most paid their dues and were simply grateful to have a roof over their heads, even one that sometimes leaked. The lobby door opened and in walked Billy Grace. The 20 year old was slender and still boyish looking. His good looks were spoiled by a perpetual frown. "A word, if you please, Mr Fisher". The landlord ushered his tenant into the office. "Look, if it's about the rent I - I promise to have it for you by Friday". The young man was sweating. "The baby's been sick and ..." "I know", the landlord interrupted him. "You've told me the same yarn for the last four weeks. I want you out of here by Friday". "B-but we've nowhere to go". "I'm not running a charity". The landlord said, quietly. The seriousness of the situation finally hit Billy. His frown deepened. "What am I to do?" The big man sighed. "I suppose I could help you out", he said slowly. "But it'll cost you". "Anything !" "Hmm". Fisher looked at the young man. "I'll wipe the debt in return for a favour, sexual I mean". It took a minute for it to sink in. "Not Julie!" his voice was little more than a whisper. "She's not been well since the baby ..". His voice broke off as the landlord's big hand started feeling Billy's taut bottom through his trousers. "Nice!" Fisher murmured, still fondling the young man's firm mounds. "I'm no queer", Billy said, but made no effort to pull away. "Of course you're not". His landlord was reassuring. "Purely a business arrangement". His finger felt the crack of Billy's arse and lingered on the hole. The young man asked: "Will it hurt?" "Not after you get used to it". Fisher's hand continued to massage the trouser-encased bum-cheeks. "Yes", Billy whispered his assent. At least this way his family wouldn't be thrown out on the street. "When do you want to ..." "Now". The landlord locked the door and pulled down the venetian blinds. He undid his braces and stepped out of his trousers and underpants. Billy gasped at the sight of the man's erect penis. "Show time", said Fisher, unbuttoning the young man. When Billy's alabaster arse was revealed in all its glory, the landlord bent him over a table. Fisher got down on his knees and licked Billy's crack with his warm, wet tongue. He paid particular attention to the young man's pink puckered hole with it's ripe aroma of unwashed flesh and an even less savory scent. The landlord marvelled at Billy's smooth little arse with its small pink anus. He sucked that pucker right inside his mouth while the tenant pushed his mounds back, indicating how much he was enjoying the novel sensation. Billy shivered with pleasure as the older man tongue-bathed his virgin fundament. He felt his own limp cock stir. His senses were truly overwhelmed by the intimate, obscene thing the landlord was doing to him. "You might like to bite on a knuckle", the man suggested as he positioned the knob of his cock at Billy's back entrance and pushed. Fisher's cock was as rigid as a steel poker going up the young man's orifice. The landlord pushed until his balls brushed against pale hemispheres. Billy clamped his sphincter, trying to repel the fleshy invader but to no avail. The tight muscle protested painfully as the warm, pulsating intruder filled his chute. Fisher waited, allowing the younger man to get used to the strange sensation. Then he started thrusting. Billy's insides churned around the cock. 'Strewth, he's tight' thought the landlord, marvelling at the swirling feeling inside that hot, juicy tunnel. He slammed into Billy so hard it brought tears to the young man's eyes. Growing up, Billy's bare backside had felt his stepfather's belt often enough yet that was nothing conpared to what Fisher's cock was now doing to his arse. 'He's fucking the shit out of me', the tenant worried. Fisher's flesh-pole acted like a piston-rod inside Billy's chute. 'That big pile-driver's going to split me open and my guts'll spill out - all over the bleeding floor'. A belting hurt, especially the way his old man used to lay it on, but never like this. The assault on the young man's fundament was unrelenting. After many minutes Billy no longer felt any pain. It was as if his landlord's cock had become a living part of him. Billy forgot any fears he had and, instead, totally abandoned himself to an overpowering feeling of lust. Fisher realised the change of heart and rode the young man even harder than before. The landlord grunted with exertion as flesh slapped against flesh. Billy's own cock swelled. An age passed before Fisher groaned and the young man felt load after load of spunk layer the walls of his rectum. The man pulled out of him. "You can clean up in there". The landlord indicated the door to a toilet. As Billy hurried past him, the landlord noticed the young man's erection. 'Something for him to take home to the wife', he thought with a grin. He wiped his own deflated cock clean and then got dressed again. Billy sat on the toilet gingerly expelling a large quantity of man-seed and bowel juices, relieved his intestines remained intact. 'The old bugger certainly knew what he was doing', he thought. 'Billy Fisher taking a cock up the arse! Who'd have believed it'? When the young man finally emerged looking a bit sheepish, Fisher handed him a receipt marked 'Paid in full'. That night, in their seedy upstairs apartment, the young man, spurred on by the pain in his fundament and fear about his manhood, fucked his woman so hard she experienced her first orgasm. Her ecstatic yell woke the baby. One week later, Billy returned to the landlord's office. The big man watched while his tenant locked the door and lowered the blinds. "What are you doing?" Fisher asked. Billy started unbuttoning his braces. "Paying the rent". email: noughteboy@yahoo.com

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Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2002 02:20:53 -0600 From: Jake Lyons Subject: Counselor with Intentions Part 1 This is my first attempt at writing a story. This is just the starter part of the story. If I get enough feedback I will continue on. There are many things I want to do with this, but if the readers don't want to read then I am not going to waste my time. So please send all feedback to story_writer_69@hotmail.com All the normal disclaimers apply. If you shouldn't be reading this then don't. If you are offended by this type of stuff then what in the hell are you doing here anyway? This story is all make believe, any semblance to real people or event is strictly coincidence. I hope you all enjoy~ ----------------------------------------------- "God damn it!" Doug screamed. "How the hell did he get away this time?" he asked the group of staff standing in front of him. "I don't know he said he was going the bathroom right after the first night check. I went back to do the second check and the door was still closed. I knocked and no one answered so I pushed it open and the window was open and he was gone." Replied Jeremy the 22 year old new staff member at the residential center for emotionally disturbed and troubled youth. They were talking about Adam. Adam was a 12 year old with a propensity for getting into trouble and doing things he shouldn't be doing. He was at the Center for basically being an ass to his parents and older sister. If you saw the boy it was hard to imagine him causing any trouble at all. He was small for his age only standing 4' 10" tall and tipping the scales at 75 pounds. Short blonde hair and ice blue eyes that could melt the hardest heart. What finally got him sent to the center was when his mom had found him after he had put the family cat in the dryer and turned it on. Of course the cat needed to be dried after being in the toilet he had said. "You know we have to go look for him now." said Doug in frustration, this was the third time this week that they had to go look for Adam and it was only Wednesday! The center was set up with the backyard being a huge wooded area. The kids and staff often went hiking when the weather was good. At times like this the woods was a curse. A little 12 year old could hide anywhere out there. "I'll take the East trail, Jenny you take the North trail and Scott you take the West trail. Remember twenty minutes then come back here." Doug knew that the kid probably was already on the interstate which ran parallel to the woods about 300 yards away. The odds were pretty slim they would find him tonight. But heaven help that little bastard if Doug found him first, he was sick and tired of chasing this kid and if management wasn't going to do anything about it he would take matters into his own hands. The three staff split up on their respective trails each taking a flashlight and a pair of handcuffs in case they did find him they could cuff him and bring him back. Scott had worked for the center for two years now and he had seen many kids run away, but this kid never gave up no matter what they did. Just last night to try to stop him from running away they took his shoes. So this kid was out here without shoes in his pajamas. Where the hell is he going to go he thought to himself. Regardless he had a job to do and went out searching. He knew the west trail pretty well so he had an idea where Jake would be if he took this route. About 200 yards away Doug was fuming with anger. He had better things to do then chase spoiled brats around the woods at 10 O'clock at night. He was going to be at work until midnight doing the paperwork now. He was running through his mind just what he would do if he caught Jake. Maybe the kid would 'fall' a couple times going back to the center. It's dark and after all he might trip. His mind wandered to other nastier things he could do to the kid. Doug had been a boy-lover since he was fourteen and had a job as a lifeguard at the local public pool. He had never had a chance to act on that, but he had a computer and one could find anything on the net if you knew where to look. Maybe he could get a quick blow job from the kid before he took him back. Probably not the little fucker would tell anyone that would listen. Just thinking about it started making Doug's cock start to get hard. Oh what I could do you your little white ass Doug thought. As he continued to think about the nasty things he could do he was walking and only half searching his trail. Suddenly Doug heard a twig break up ahead. He shut off his flashlight right away and moved toward the edge of the trail. The moon light was pretty good tonight he could make out shapes if he tried hard enough. Another twig snapped, this time a little closer. Onto the trail steps a slender boy looking around. He had the look of a convict in a movie trying to elude the police. Somehow he had got turned around, because Doug was in front of him the direction Jake needed to got to get to the interstate. What luck Doug thought, this little bastard is going to walk right into my hands. He carefully pulled out his handcuffs and crouched down ready to spring when the kid got close enough. Jake looked up and down the trail trying to see if he was being followed or not. Finally being confident he was alone he started to casually walk up the trail towards the interstate. He was hoping to catch a ride back to his home town so he could hook up with his friends and hang out. He continued walking up the trail when he heard "Psst." He jumped a little and looked into the darkness, not really seeing anything. "H..h... hello." he stammered not entirely confident being out here by himself, after all he was only twelve. Suddenly there was this blinding light right in front of his face where he was looking into the darkness and he quickly found himself on his stomach with his hands behind his back in handcuffs. "What the fuck!" he screamed "Get the hell off you asshole." "Shut up Jake." said Doug "I am sick and tired of chasing your little ass around these woods. "I am going to take you back and you are going to lay down and go to bed and we will discuss your punishment tomorrow OK." "Fuck you Doug." said Jake "I go where I want when I want and I sure as hell don't want to spend anymore time in that hell hole. As soon as you leave I will take off again. Sooner or later you guys will never find me." Doug stopped and smiled "You know kid, you're right. One of these days no one will find you. Like maybe tonight eh." Doug was quickly forming a plan. Who was to say he found the kid? What if he never `found' him at all. He had searched for his twenty minutes and didn't see anything. Yeah this could work he thought. "Alright Jake stand up, we're going for a walk." "What the hell does that mean." Jake said as Doug pulled him to his feet and started off up the trail. "What are you doing the Center is back that way." Jake said as he nodded his head back down the trail. "I know where the center is you little fuck now shut up and for once in your life be a good boy." Doug replied as he quickly ushered the kid up the trail. Doug knew these trails like the back of his hand. He knew up here about 150 yards there was an abandoned shack that was just off the road. His plan was now in full swing there was no going back. He had always had dreams about what he was going to do, but he had never really thought it would work. They came to the shack Jake still in his handcuffs and Doug holding the chain of the cuffs so there was no way Jake could get away. "Alright we're here." said Doug and he pulled the door open just enough so he and Jake could get in. There was broken bottles and an old lawnmower and a bunch of other junk in the shack. He did spot what would come in very useful though, a pile of rope that looked to be in good shape. "What the fuck are we doing here?" questioned Jake as he looked around the little shack. "I don't have a lot of time so just shut up. You are smart enough to figure it out. You wanted to run away so bad, well here you go. Your own little home." With that Doug pushed Jake into a sitting position and grabbed the rope. He looked up into the rafters and found a bean that seemed to be fairly solid, and threw one end of the rope over the beam. with the other end of the rope he tied it to the chain between the handcuffs. "What are you doing?" asked Jake his voice a little shaky as he was starting to get scared. Suddenly without warning his hands were pulled up and his shoulders strained. He quickly stood up to relieve the pain but his hands kept going up. "Dude, what the fuck are you doing? That hurts let me go. I'll tell Jim and Shelly, they'll fire your ass." screamed Jake. Jim and Shelly were the two head honchos at the Center and he could say anything and they would believe him. Jake was left standing on his tip toes with his hands pointing almost straight up in the air. God his shoulders hurt, he was certainly going to get Doug fired for this as soon as he got back. "You better let me the fuck go right now. You are so going to get fir..." Jake was interrupted in his rant by a swift punch to his stomach that knocked the wind out of him. He wanted to curl up, but the position he was in wouldn't let him. "I told you once you little fuck, shut up." Doug said as he looked around for the last thing he needed. No seeing what he was looking for he walked up to Jake and pulled his socks off. He took one sock and stuffed it into the boys mouth so he couldn't yell anymore. He continued looking around the shack. He found an old roll of duct tape that was still sticky. Doug taped the sock in Jake mouth. Jake now had no hope of getting the sock out. He was no just sobbing and looking around like a cornered deer ready to bolt. "I am going back to the Center now. I will be back as soon as my shift is over. I want you to think about all the choices you have made the last two weeks. Once I get back I will let you down, I promise. Okay." said Doug as he patted the side of the boys face. Jake just looked up at him with a mixture of fear and anger in his face. Oh what I have planned for you Doug thought to himself. Doug closed the door of the shack and started jogging back to the Center to meet up with the others that had went out on the search. He was pretty sure they hadn't found him either he thought as he had a soft chuckle to himself. -------------------------------------- Scott and Jenny were standing at the start of the trails when Doug jogged up to them. "Did you find him?" Doug asked already knowing the answer. "Neither of us found any sign of him." replied Scott "I bet the little shit made it to the interstate and hitched a ride already." "Probably right." replied Doug "Lets go do the paperwork and see if Eric has anything else for us to do before we head out for the night." They walked up to the supervisors office. "We didn't find him." Doug said to Eric who looked up at them from behind his desk. "Is there anything else you want us to do?" "No, I didn't think you guys would find him. I already did the paperwork. No use everyone sticking around. You guys head home. The rest of the kids are asleep and the night crew is here already. Check back tomorrow afternoon to see if they need you to search though." replied Eric. "Sounds good." replied Doug "I will catch you guy tomorrow then. I hope they find him though. He is a small kid to be out there by himself. I hope nothing bad happens to him." Doug tried his best not to run to the staff parking lot. He hopped in his 95 2 door Blazer and headed off. 5 minutes later he found himself backing up to the shack where he had left Jake forty five minutes earlier. He walked up to the shack and pulled open the door and shined his flashlight in. Just as he left him there was Jake with his sock in his mouth and arms up in the air. "Hey kiddo, how you doing?" asked Doug as he walked up to Jake. "Are your arms sore?" Jake nodded his head several times. "If I let your arms down are you going to do anything?" Jake shook his head no. "Okay I am going to let your arms down and I want you to sit right down where you are. Do you understand me?" Jake shook his head yes, just happy to be able to relax his shoulders he would do anything. Doug walked over to the knot and untied it releasing Jake's arms. Jake sat down right away as promised. Good thought Doug, he learns quick. This is going to be fun. "Ok Jake here's the deal. You have been at the Center for 3 months now and have gotten in a lot of trouble. I don't think the Center is the right place for you. So what I am going to do is take you to my house and try to see if we can't get through. So we are going to walk out to my truck and you are going to get in back and we will go to my house. Do you understand me?" Jake looked up at Doug very unsure of what he had just heard, but nodded his head in agreement. "Good stand up then." Jake rocked himself into a standing position still with his arms behind his back. He walked with Doug out to his Blazer and Doug picked him up and put him in back. Doug then had Jake lay on his stomach and tied his feet to the handcuffs. Doug then covered Jake with a blanket so if anyone did look they wouldn't see anything. Doug heard the crunch of gravel as a car pulled up. The lights were on bright making it hard to see. Suddenly Doug realized there was too many lights for a normal car. It was the cops. Fuck Doug thought not now, not yet. Doug walked up to the patrol car so the cop wouldn't get out. "Can I ask what you're doing over here sir?" asked the cop from inside his patrol car. "Hi officer." Doug replied "I was just checking the shed. I work at the center and we had a runaway tonight. I thought I would check the shed quick before I headed home. You never know where those kids can hide." "I got the report of that runaway." replied the cop "Still haven't found his yet? No problem I just had to check to make sure you weren't dumping a body." the cop said as he started to laugh "So I guess he's not in there then?" "No I was just getting ready to head home for the night now." replied Dog hoping Jake wouldn't make any noises in his truck. "Ok I'll let you be. Have a good night and I hope you catch the little guy soon." said the cop as he backed out of the drive and drove away. Doug leaned back against his Blazer and took a deep breath. Well no going back now thought Doug as he hopped into his truck and drove home. Doug pulled into his garage and closed the garage door and opened the back hatch. He moved the blanket away and Jake was looking up at him. "Alright we're here. Once we get out of the garage we are going to go right to the back door and into the house. Do you understand me?" Jake nodded his head. "Good the more you cooperate the easier it will be." Doug leaned in and untied Jake's feet from the handcuffs and helped him out of the back of the Blazer. Doug hurried Jake into his house, it wasn't a large house by any means but he was a bachelor so it was fine for him. His house had a downstairs and half an upstairs and a good size main floor. He led Jake to the basement There was nothing special about the basement. He had a small hide-a-bed for anyone that ever spent the night and a bathroom down here as well. There was only one window and it was only about two feet by three feet and near the ceiling. "Do you have to go the bathroom?" Doug asked. Jake looked at him and slowly nodded. "Well we have two choices then. Either I can get your word that you won't do anything and I will un-cuff you and you can go the bathroom or I can help you go the bathroom. Which will it be?" Jake mumbled something but the dirty sock in his mouth made understanding him impossible. "If I take this off are you going to scream?" asked Doug motioning to the tape and sock. Jake shook his head no. In one movement Doug ripped the tape from Jake's mouth. There was a muffled scream from the pain of the tape. Doug then pulled the dirty sock from his mouth. Jake was about ready to spit on the floor when Doug said "If you spit on my floor you will lick it up." Jake looked at Doug then back at the floor before saying "Can I just go the bathroom." Doug reached out and slapped Jake across the face. "When you ask for something he last word out of your mouth will be sir. Do you understand me?" "Yes, I guess." replied Jake. Doug's hand was like a serpent smacking him upside the head a second time. "What was that for?" Jake asked just as the hand hit him on the other side of his face. "I just told you. After everything you say, you end it with sir. Every time you don't you will be punished. That's the easiest way for you to understand. Got it?" said Doug standing over the boy. "Yeah I got it." replied Jake "Sir!" Jake quickly added as Doug's hand started to rise. "Good you are learning. Now which do you want? Cuffs off or do you want me to help you?" questioned Doug. "I would like to do it myself. Sir." stammered Jake. There was no way he wanted Doug touching him there. No one had seen him naked since as long as he could remember. Well there was Stacey, Jake's girlfriend back home, but that was different. No guy had ever seen him there before. "Alright I will take off the cuffs but the bathroom door stays open so you don't try anything." With that Doug reached out and un-cuffed the boy. Jake instinctively rubbed his wrists where the cuffs had been. He looked at Doug and then started walking into the bathroom. He walked up to the toilet and unbuttoned his pajamas and turned his back towards Doug so he couldn't see. If Jake would have looked up he would have seen the mirror above the sink. The mirror was in the perfect position to give Doug a great view of Jake's 12 year old little cock. It couldn't have been more then an inch and a half on pure cut boy meat. This was the first time Doug had seen a boy cock in person. He almost creamed in his pants right there. No not yet he thought. There will be plenty of time. He smiled to himself as his fantasies ran through his mind. Jake finished and flushed the toilet and looked back at Doug. His eyes saying now what. "Well you must be tired after all that. It's twelve thirty in the morning right now." Doug said looking back at Jake as he leaned against the door frame. "Go pull out your bed. I am not going to do it for you." Jake walked over to the couch and pulled off the cushions and set them off to the side. He had some trouble pulling the bed out, but Doug made no motion as to help the small boy set it up. Jake was finally able to wrestle the bed out and set it up. There were already sheets on the bed so he didn't have to do that. "Ok hop up there." said Doug. Jake hopped up on the bed and was surprised at how comfortable the bed actually was. Doug handed Jake a pillow and started to walk upstairs. "Oh wait I almost forgot." said Doug as he came back to the bed. He grabbed Jake's right wrist and handcuffed it to the bed. "Just in case you get any ideas. I will check on you in the morning when I wake up. If you wet the bed you will have to be punished. Goodnight. Doug shut off the light and left the kid alone to think about what was going to happen. He also had to get out of there because his seven inches of manhood were ragging in his jeans and needed some relief. He went right to his bathroom and couldn't wait so he pulled his cock out of his pants and started pumping away at a fever pace. He lasted maybe two minutes before he had the mother of all orgasms. He sprayed the wall and the mirror in the bathroom. Wow he thought to himself and this was after just thinking about what I am going to do to Jake... what is it going to be like when I actually do things to him! Doug cleaned himself up as well as the bathroom and took a quick shower and jumped into bed, ready for the dreams of Jake and him that would surely come. To be continued... if I get enough feedback.

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Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2002 03:51:08 -0600 From: Jake Lyons Subject: Counselor with Intentions Part 3 Counselor with Intentions- Part 3 Let me first thank everyone who has taken the time to e-mail me with their feedback. As long as the feedback keeps coming I will keep writing for you guys and girls. So please send all feedback to story_writer_69@hotmail.com All the normal disclaimers apply. If you shouldn't be reading this then don't. by this type of stuff then what in the hell are you doing here anyway? This story is all make believe, any semblance to real people or event is strictly coincidence. I am not sure how many more parts will be involved in this story I will let the story decide that. I hope you all enjoy. ~ For those of you who are starting to read this story with this chapter, I strongly suggest that you go back and read the first two parts to better understand what is going on. *Quick Author note - I apologize for this taking so long. I tried to `clean' my keyboard and ended up wrecking it so it took a little bit of time to fix it. The next part should be along shortly.* ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Doug pulled into work and walked in to the Director's office. "Hey Jim any news yet on Jake?" he asked the man sitting at his desk reading the previous nights reports of what happened, and who searched where. "No nothing yet." replied Jim setting the report down and looking up at Doug. "I have Scott and Jenny searching the interstate and Brooke and Mike and searching in Cloverton hoping to turn something up there. Do you have any ideas where he could be. We need to find him, or we could face some serious fines and such from the state." "I have no idea Jim. Jake didn't say anything last night. I figured after the attempt on Monday when we took his shoes and coat that he wouldn't get that runaway bug for awhile." replied Doug looking around Jim's office admiring his Elvis collection. He has to have a lot of money wrapped up in this stuff Doug thought for the hundredth time. "Any place you want me to look or anything you want me to do?" "Yeah why don't you go down to the unit and search his room and bag up his stuff so the other kids do dig through it, just throw it up in the attic. Let me know if you find anything. Then go look around the mall and bus station and ask about him. Beyond that I think we have everywhere else covered." replied Jim rubbing his eyes. He knew that if they didn't find this kid the Center would be in a world or hurt from the state department. If they lost a kid and never found them again the Center could possibly be shut down. "I'll let you know if I find anything Jim." Doug responded as he left the office and headed towards the unit to `search' Jake's room and see if he could find anything about just where the boy had went. He chuckled to himself as he walked on to the unit and into Jake's room. He found a duffle bag and put a couple shirts, a few pair of shorts a pair of pants, some boxer shorts and some socks in the bag. He would need to find a way to get this bag to his car so Jake could have some of his clothes to wear. He finished packing up the rest of Jake's things and put them in the attic. He then made his way back to the Director's office to let him know what he `found'. "You'll want to see this Jim." Doug said as he walked back into the office. Jim looked up from his desk an motioned Doug to keep talking. Doug set the duffle bag on the table in the office and said. "I found this in his closet. It looks like he was planning on leaving for awhile and didn't have time to grab it." Jim stood up and looked into the bag, seeing the contents of the bag Jim ran his hand through his hair and said "This isn't good Doug, the looks of this he meant to really run away to get away, not just for attention but to actually get away. We need to find him, I can't stress how important it is. Go do whatever you can." "Sounds good. I'll do my best. I'll check the mall and the bus stop then try and figure out where else he might be." Doug replied as he grabbed the bag and headed out of the office. He headed towards the unit and out the side door so no one would see him carrying the bag to his car. Doug spent the next three hours driving around and stopping at different places making it a point to talk to sales people, just to make it look like he was looking for Jake if anyone asked. He thought he even did a good job of making it sound like he was scared for the boy. He got many be to promise him that they would be on the look out for Jake and even gave them the number to the Center to call if they did spot him. Doug hopped into his Blazer and grabbed his cell phone and called the Center to talk to Shelly or Jim. "Hi Shelly this is Doug, say I have spent the last three hours looking for him and no one I have talked to has seen hide nor hair of him. Is there any place else you want me to look?" He said when Shelly finally got to the phone. "I don't think so Doug." replied Shelly "I think we've looked pretty much everywhere. I just got off the phone with Jake's mom and she didn't seem to worried that he was missing. Jim talked to the police department and filed a runaway report with them. Scott, Brooke, Jenny, and Mike all came back and had the same luck you did. Maybe he hitched a ride somewhere with a trucker from the interstate. I have no idea. Jim is worried that we won't find him after this long. Why don't you head home and we'll call you if we need you for anything. You have this weekend off so enjoy yourself. Hopefully he is back by Monday. We'll let you know if we find anything. Take care." "No problem bye." replied Doug as he hung up the phone. This is great Doug thought. Not only does no one expect anything, but he has the weekend off to enjoy himself and find something or `someone' to do. He chuckled to himself. He then decided to head to the grocery store to pick up a couple pizzas for supper tonight, after all what do 12 year old boy like more then pizza. He grabbed a couple pizza a twelve pack of soda and a bottle of KY jelly just in case anything happened. He headed home and almost had trouble concentrating with all the wild thoughts running through his head. Waiting for him at home was a twelve year old boy god that was under his complete control. His cock started to twitch in his pants in anticipation of the things that he wanted to happen at home. Doug stopped himself and reminded himself that if he was going to do this he was going to have to take it slowly. He would rather have the kid be a willing partner then an unwilling partner. He would have to do this the right way so he wouldn't ruin it. He pulled into his garage and walked into the house and put the pizzas in the freezer and the sodas in the fridge. He made a quick stop in the bathroom and then headed downstairs to visit his little cherub. "How you doing Jake?" he asked as he made his way into the basement. Jake looked up at his with his piercing blue eyes and said "I'm fine sir. I was wondering how much longer you would be. I finished my assignment sir." as he handed Doug three pieces of paper with his twelve year old scrawl on it. Doug looked at him a little surprised that he wrote three pages worth. He had only intended that to keep the kid occupied while he was gone. "Alright let me see it." Doug responded as he reached for the papers. He looked down at them and was a little amazed at some of the things he read. "Are you sure about these?" "Yes sir." Jake replied as he looked down at the floor. "Of course if you don't like them you can change them sir. But can I use the bathroom sir? "Yeah go ahead." Doug replied as he undid the cuffs and sat on the bed reading the papers. Jake looked at him expecting him to follow. Doug just waved his hand towards the bathroom and Jake went in by himself. "we can talk about some of these rules later though, just to make sure I understand them and we are both on the same page. But there is something else we need to talk about before that." "What's that sir?" Jake asked from the bathroom. "It can wait until you are done." Doug replied. He thought to himself just how he was going to say what he had to say. He wanted it to have the most effect it could on the boy. Jake came out of the bathroom. Doug motioned him to sit next to him on the bed, Doug looked at Jake and said "I have some bad news for you, that you probably don't want to hear. Do you think you can handle it?" Jake nodded his head really not understanding what Doug said. What bad news could he say? Here he was in a basement having to be handcuffed to a bed, being watched when he went to the bathroom and even being watched when he took a shower. What could be worse then that he wondered. "Well Jake, you know I went to work today to look for you right." Doug asked. Jake nodded his head. "Well Shelly called your mom today to tell her you ran away. I talked to Shelly after she got off the phone with your mom and she told me your mom didn't really care that you ran away. She even said she was glad you were gone and hoped we didn't find you." Doug added just for effect. He needed to break the kid and this was one of the ways to do just that. Jake looked at him without saying anything for a good minute with a look of utter shock on his face. Then he erupted in a fit of anger. "No! You're lying. She wouldn't say that about me. She loves me I know it!" breaking into tears and sobbing. "I'm sorry Jake, but I wouldn't lie to you about that." Doug replied. So far so good he thought to himself. He didn't want to push it too far, but he needed the kid to be pissed and sad at the same time. "No! You're lying!" Jake screamed as he punched Doug In the arm and leg. Doug tried to grab the boys arms, but they were flailing around like a fish out of water and equally as hard to grab a hold of. Jake just kept screaming and crying and swinging until his anger blew itself out and he was left tired and crying next to Doug on the bed. Doug knew then next couple minutes would be very important to his plan. He gentle reached out at patted Jake's back. Jake made no move to pull away so he moved over and put his arm gentle around the boy. "I'm sorry, but I thought you needed to know." Doug said gently. Jake continued sobbing and put his head on Doug's shoulder and wrapped his arms around Doug and cried so hard he started coughing. "Easy buddy, just relax everything will be ok." Doug said returning Jake's embrace. Jake pulled away from Doug and said "Can I be alone for a little bit please?" as he wiped away his tears and wiped his nose on his arm. "Sure, no problem. Let me get you some tissues." Doug replied as he walked into the bathroom and grabbed the box on the counter and came back and handed them to Jake. "But if I leave you alone you know I have to handcuff you again." "I know, I just need some time to think." Jake replied holding out his wrist so Doug could put the handcuff on. Doug slipped the cuff on and cinched it down just enough to make sure he couldn't get out. Jake continued to cry but was now doing his best to not let Doug see. "I'll be back in a little bit." Doug said from the steps. "If you need anything just give a holler okay. We are going to have pizza for supper. I'll start them around six if I don't hear from you by then. I promise things will be okay." Doug made his way upstairs not believing how well things were turning out. He was pretty sure the kid would look to him for support over the next couple of days. He cleaned up around the house a little bit and looked at the clock after awhile and noticed it was almost time to start the pizzas. He quietly made his way into the basement to see what Jake was up too. He was a little surprised to find Jake sleeping, curled up into a ball on the bed. The kid must have cried himself to sleep Doug thought to himself. He made his way back upstairs to throw in the pizzas before he woke the little angel up. Doug made his wake back downstairs to wake up Jake. The pizzas had about 5 minutes left so he thought now was about right. "Jake. Jake time to get up. The pizzas are almost ready." Doug said as he slowly ran his hand up Jake's back feeling the young boy muscles underneath his shirt, god this boy was perfect he though to himself. "Wha.. What's going on." Jake stammered as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. What the hell's going on." Doug realized as nice as he wanted to be to this kid now was not the time. If this was going to go according to his plans he was going to have to teach the boy some discipline. "Get the fuck up now!" Doug said as he slapped Jake in the back of the head. Jake looked back at him, finally realizing where he was. There was a moment of fear in his eyes before he said "Fuck this I want to leave, you can't keep me here." Then he started pulling on the handcuff trying to get it to let go. This was not how Doug wanted things to go. "Listen Jake, no one knows you're here. Your mom doesn't miss you. Where are you going to go? You don't like it at the Center, so where is a twelve year old going to go?" Doug said trying to put some doubt into the boy. Doug looked to the side of the bed and spotted the rules Jake had written this afternoon. He reached down and picked them up. "Plus I have these. You're smart enough to know that a court of law will find these legally binding you to me." He knew that wasn't true, but hopefully the boy didn't. "But... I... I didn't... "Jake stuttered as he started to cry again. He wrote some things on there just to be funny, he didn't know it was all legal and stuff. If that was the case he was in for a pretty big learning curve. Doug heard the beeper for his stove going off upstairs. "Are you hungry or not?" he asked Jake in the meanest voice he could possible come up with. Jake looked up and nodded. "Well I'll let you eat first then we will talk about your punishment. I was going to try and be nice to you, but after your actions down here I see that won't be happening for awhile yet. I am going to un-cuff you from the bed and cuff both hand in front of you. Do you understand?" Jake nodded so Doug did as he said. He then grabbed the chain between the cuffs and led the boy upstairs. "Go sit down." Doug said as he pulled the pizzas from the oven. He looked over to see Jake pulling out one of his kitchen chairs. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Sitting down like you said, what the hell does it look like." Jake retorted before he could think about his tone or use of words. Doug made his way to the boy in two angry steps traversing the kitchen to stop standing in front of Jake. "Did I tell you to sit in a chair or to sit down?" Doug asked. Jake looked around the kitchen not sure what he was supposed to do. "You... you told me to sit down. I thought you meant a chair." Jake replied. "If I had wanted you to sit in a chair I would have said Jake go sit in a chair... but I believe I said sit down. So if you want some pizza sit the fuck down and shut the hell up!" Doug replied as he put his hand on Jake's shoulder and pushed him to the floor. He then went back and cut the pizza grabbed himself a soda and a glass of water for Jake and came back to the table. He grabbed a couple paper plates as well and a few paper towels. He grabbed himself a nice big slice of pepperoni pizza and put it on his plate and looked down at Jake who was slowly leaning forward smelling the pizza. "what do you want?" Doug asked as he went back to eating his pizza. "I was wondering if I could have a piece." Jake said as he leaned back on his heals and looked up at Doug with his big blue eyes and tussled blonde hair. "What makes you think you've earned a piece of my pizza that I paid for with my money?" Doug asked Jake as he took another bite of pizza while looking at the boy. He was baiting the boy to say some things that would further entrap him. "I'm hungry and just want a piece of pizza. You have enough, I don't eat that much." Jake replied. What was the big deal of a piece of pizza he thought to himself. "Just what will you do for a piece or two of pizza?" asked Doug trying to hide his smirk. This was the moment of truth he thought to himself. "I'll do anything for a few pieces please I'm hungry." Jake replied quickly. "Anything huh... just remember you said that kid, just remember you said that." replied Doug as he handed Jake a plate with two pieces on it. "Here's a glass of water to wash it down to." The two of them ate the rest of their meal in silence. Doug cleaned the few dishes and threw their plates away. He looked at the clock 7:15 PM. Perfect plenty of time to have his fun for the night. He figured he was going to have to be pretty hard on the boy if all his plans were going to succeed. "Come into the living room." Doug said to Jake as he made his way into the living room. Jake followed Doug like a little duck following its mom. "Sit." Doug said as he pointed to the floor in front of the sofa he was sitting on. Jake quietly kneeled and then sat down crossing his legs Indian style. "It's time we talk about how many rules you have broken within the last lour or so." Doug said as he looked at the papers Jake had written earlier. "One of the rules you have written down is; When I don't say the word sir after each time I talk , I should be spanked." Doug read as he showed Jake the paper where he had written that. Jake looked a little shocked then looked down at the floor. "Did you or did you not write that?" he asked. "I did sir." Jake replied looking down at the floor not wanting to meet Doug's gaze. "Good at least you admit it. Lets see what else is on this list. If I am disrespectful, I should be spanked. Did you write that too?" Doug asked showing him the page. Jake looked up and nodded his head. "Well in that case you didn't say sir quite a few times and you sure as hell have been disrespectful to me haven't you?" Jake again nodded his head. "So I guess that mean you need to be spanked, oh I don't know 30 times. How does that sound?" Jake looked up eyes wide in fear. Thirty times, that was a lot. The most his dad had ever hit him was ten and that hurt like hell, but Jake didn't think he had much of a choice. "Stand up." Doug told Jake. Jake slowly stood up not sure what was going to happen next. "I will give you a choice this one time. Do you want your 30 spankings with my hand or a belt?" Doug asked as Jake shifted from foot to foot in front of him obviously nervous about what was coming. "Um... um... I guess your hand sir." Jake replied. How could a hand possibly hurt as much as a belt Jake thought to himself. "Alright, you picked it so I will honor that choice. Drop your shorts. Doug said matter of factly. He was hoping the boy would pick hand, he intended to get as much enjoyment out of this as he could. Jake looked up at him, not believing he heard what he thought he heard. "Alright five more for not listening." Doug said "Now drop your shorts, if I have to do it for you I will add another 20." Jake knew 35 was bad enough he didn't want 20 more so he slowly pulled the draw string of his shorts to loosen them so he could slid them down. He now stood in front of Doug only in his boxers and a t-shirt. Doug sat down on the couch and looked at Jake. Doug tried very hard not to smile while looking at the boy. He didn't want Jake to know he was enjoying this at all. "Well, get you ass over here so I can start spanking you." Doug said as he patted his lap. "Lean over and put your chest on my legs and your ass in the air." Jake walked slowly over to Doug and laid down like Doug wanted. It wasn't the most comfortable position he could be in he thought to himself. He just wanted to get this over with. Doug looked down at this young boy laying across his legs ready to get spanked. Now the moment of truth he thought to himself. He grabbed the waistband of Jake's boxers and pulled it down exposing the two wonderful mounds of boy ass. Jake jumped and looked back at Doug. "What did you think I was going to do. If I spank you it's on your bare ass. You have a problem with that?" Doug asked. Jake shook his head no. "I Didn't think so, now lay back down." Just the sight of this beautiful ass in his lap made him get an instant hard-on. God the things he wanted to do to this ass hell the things he wanted to do to this boy. "Alright after every one I want you to count and follow the number by sir. You got it?" Doug asked. If he was going to dominate the boy he was going to do it right. Jake nodded his head without looking back. "Here we go." Doug said as he wound up he was going to start off fairly hard and then lighten up towards the end. WHACK... "One sir." Jake stuttered as he jumped from the impact of the first hit. Holy hell he thought 35 of these, he wouldn't be able to sit down for a week... god it hurt. WHACK... "T... two sir." Jake stammered as the tears started to come. WHACK... "Three sir" said Jake WHACK... "Four sir." the tears coming freely now. WHACK... "Five sir." as he started to sob from the pain. Doug had to stop at five for a second or he would have shot his load in his pants. Every time he spanked the kid he moved back and forth in his lap rubbing his dick along the way, god it felt good he thought. He looked down at Jake's ass and saw five distinct hand prints. That's got to hurt he thought. He took his hand and slowly rubbed it up and down Jakes ass feeling the beginning of welts starting to form. WHACK... "Six sir"... WHACK... "Seven sir." They continued this pattern of five whacks followed by a nice rump rub down and then five more whacks. WHACK... "Thirt... thirty five *sniffle* sir" Jake said as he was now crying freely and tears were streaming down his face. "Alright all done get off my lap." Doug said as he stood up spilling Jake to the floor. Jake tried to stand but his legs proved to be to weak and he collapsed to the floor. "I hope you remember this so I don't have to spank you again in the future." Doug said looking down at Jake curled into a ball sobbing. He hadn't even pulled up his boxers so his red ass was sticking out. Doug couldn't resist any longer. He sat back down on the couch and looked down at the boy. What he was about to do would go a long way in how far he could push this kid. "Stand up!" Doug shouted. Jake jumped at his voice and turned and looked back at Doug. "I said stand up. Or do I have to spank you again?" Doug asked. Jake was on his feet in a matter of seconds. For the first time Doug realized Jake had an erection. He smiled to himself. Perfect he thought he enjoyed that. He likes pain that is certainly a good thing. "What's this?" Doug said as he reached out ant took a hold of Jake's little boner. He didn't grab it long just a little squeeze and let go. Jake jumped at his touch, but didn't pull away. Doug leaned back and said. "How many pieces of pizza did you have tonight Jake? "Um... four sir." Jake replied, not really understanding why Doug asked him that, Doug's' the one that gave it to him. "And what did you say you would do for those four pieces of pizza?" Doug asked as he watched for a reaching from Jake. "I.. I uh said I would do anything for pizza sir." Jake replied wondering just what he had gotten himself into this time. "Good I'm glad you remember you said that." Doug replied as he leaned back on the couch. "Because that anything you offered to do for that pizza is to come over here and give me a blow job. I'm sure those nice lips of yours will do a wonderful job. Might I remind you what you wrote on that sheet too. If I don't do anything you ask me to, you can spank me. So, you either come over here and give me the best blow job I've ever had or I get to spank you 300 times. So pick which one you want, and I will use the belt this time." Jake stared at Doug in shock. Doug wanted him to do what. How could he even think of that. That's disgusting, how could he do that... but then again he really didn't want to get spanked three hundred time with a belt. How bad could it be really he thought. Just suck it a couple times until he was about to shoot and be done with it. He'd just try to make it as quick as he could. "Lets go Jake I don't have all day." Doug said as he patted his lap and unzipped his shorts. Jake walked over to Doug and got on his knees and looked at Doug not sure what to do next. "Well you can't suck it until you pull it out now can you." Doug said to Jake. Jake leaned down towards Doug's crotch and reached into the fly of his shorts and felt a hard cock. He wrapped his hand around it and slowly worked it out of Doug's boxers and pulled it out. It was huge Jake thought his never got that big. This hand to be seven inches or more. The biggest Jake's got when he measured it once was 4 inches and he thought that was big. He stared at it in amazement. "Well start sucking, you said you would do anything or do I need to take off my belt?" Doug said. He was trying not to rush Jake but he had to feel the kids lips wrapped around his cock. "Just suck it like you would a lollipop." Jake ran his tongue up the side of Doug's cock trying to see what it tasted like. Doug let out a soft moan. Not bad Jake thought, kind of tangy and salty but not revolting. He put the head of Doug's cock into his mouth and gently sucked on it. Doug moaned again. Jake wondered how much he could fit into his mouth, surely not the whole thing he would choke. He went down a little still sucking and Doug still moaning. "Just relax your throat and take it all, you can do it." Doug said to Jake as he twirled his fingers around in Jake hair moving the boys mouth to swallow more and more of his cock. He had about five inches of his cock in Jakes mouth, he wanted the boy to deep throat him, but he didn't want to scare him from doing it again either. So this one time the boy would decide how much he took. Jake stopped at five inches but kept sucking, moving up and down the shaft. "play with my balls with your hands." Doug said between moans. This kid was a natural cock sucker. His mouth felt like soft velvet wrapped around his cock. Jake reached up with his hands and started massaging Doug's balls as he bobbed his head up and down. Doug was moaning so he must be enjoying it Jake thought. It really wasn't that bad either. Not as repulsive as he thought it would be. Jake kept sucking and bobbing his head up and down while playing with Doug's balls. Doug wanted this to last forever, but it was so damn hot this twelve year old sucking his dick he wasn't going to last much longer. He wrapped his fingers in Jake's hair so he could make sure the kid swallowed. Jake felt Doug's balls move up into his body. This was different he thought. He kept sucking. He felt Doug's fingers tighten in his hair. Not enough to hurt him, but he couldn't move his head anymore. "Keep sucking boy, swallow it all." Doug said to Jake, just as he shot one, two, three no four blasts of hot cum into the boys mouth. Jake did his best to swallow it all, but he wasn't ready for the first burst so some got out between his lips. He sucked a couple more times trying to get more out. Once he realized there was no more he leaned back on his heals and looked up at Doug who had his head back and was smiling. Jake winced as he felt the welts from his spanking. "You're a natural kid, a real natural cock sucker. Did you like that?" Doug asked looking down at Jake between his legs. "It wasn't bad sir." Jake replied honestly. It was a little salty, but not really that bad. In fact he was really hard after everything. He was hoping Doug would let him do it again sometime. "If you liked that wait until you see what other fun things we can do." Replied Doug as he winked at Jake. To be continued... More to come if the feedback keeps coming.

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Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2002 02:11:07 +0100 (BST) From: Dean Lawrence Subject: Team Sports - Chapter 1 As usual, if you've accidentally found yourself here whilst looking for the website for Family and Youth Concern, please go away before your delicate mind is corrupted. Go and read a story that's less violent and brutal - my recommendations being Bible [The] by God, and Koran [The] by, well, God (He gets around you know) No one in this story is real, and none of it has happened. Some characters are loosely based on people I've met, worked with or taught, but unfortunately in this case truth is not stranger than fiction. It's my first attempt. I'm not a literary person, but I hope it's going to be worth reading. It starts out slowly, but it hots up quickly enough. Don't care if you don't like it. If you've nothing constructive to say, say it to someone else please. A plea to all you fellow Brits - get writing! I'm sick of hearing about asses and dudes! Team Sports Chapter 1 Rob Braithwaite was bored. Not that this was his usual state. He loved his job. Teaching PE was all that he'd wanted to do since he left school. Now aged 22, he was about one month from being fully qualified and even had a job lined up at the school where he was currently placed for his teaching practice, a middle-of-the-road school on the outskirts of a small English city. Whilst it was a middle-of-the-road school, with not too many kids who were either exceptionally bright or particularly difficult, there were, as in all schools, a few kids that took more than the usual amount of "class management". Hence his boredom. Because the level of difficulty increased with age, the lower-ability Year Eleven class he was teaching now was what could be described as a "select group". Ten lads, all aged sixteen, for the whole of Friday afternoon. It was a smart move on the part of the timetablers; no-one could expect these lads to sit still long enough to be taught anything in a classroom, and the workshops were not available, so giving them PE seemed like the ideal solution. Except that there was little variety in what could be done with ten lads, especially as you could count on at least two of them to be absent on any given Friday afternoon - either they'd gone off early, been placed in the "sin-bin" for earlier misdemeanours, or with notes from parents saying they'd sprained their little fingers. So it ended up being five-a-side football, week after week. Not exactly challenging, which is why the usual class teacher had gone off to do some "administration", otherwise known as sitting in the staff room having a laugh with the other teachers who were free at the time. Not that Rob could complain, as this was standard practice when you had a student teacher assigned to you. And at least he had the help of two sixth-form lads, Andy and Craig, who were required to do some community service as part of their course and had decided to be teaching assistants to meet this requirement. So they tended to replace the missing kids. Add a football and the lesson fairly ran itself. Rob stood on the sidelines, wearing his almost compulsory Adidas trackie bottoms, Predator boots and - more in an effort to win favour with the lads - the shirt of a local football team. He alternated his time between glancing at his watch, shouting the occasional bit of encouragement or criticism at the players, and thinking how hot some of them looked in their PE uniform. Not that Rob was gay - well, he didn't think he was. That would be a bit of a problem for a PE teacher, particularly if he was spotted in a local nightclub with his tongue down some bloke's throat - and nightclubs were the usual haunts of many of the students in the school. He had had girlfriends in the past, but not at the moment, and did admire good-looking, fit lads as much as the next, well, "curious" lad. Not that he fancied them all. Some of them were definitely Third Division. Rob let his eyes wander over the field. Aside from Andy and Craig, the two older lads, who were well fit, there were two or three others that were worth a second look. Mark, a medium height lad with shaved black hair and a cheeky smile, was in goal as usual. Probably wise to keep out of tackles, given the earring he perpetually wore in his right ear. Will was very similar to Mark, except that he was a blond. Currently waiting for his trial date for a collection of crimes ranging from theft to joyriding, he too was pierced, this time in the eyebrow... Rob always liked the idea of an eyebrow ring, but it didn't really go with the job. His daydreaming was interrupted by the ringing of the school bell, signalling the end of the day. "Shit", he thought, "over-run again." Rob blew his whistle and waved the lads into the changing room. Pretty soon it was full of steam from the communal showers, and the smell of Lynx deodorant spray filled the air. Rob, somewhat to his disappointment, was expected to write up his lesson evaluation immediately after the lesson so it could be checked by his mentor, so by the time he emerged from the office the lads were finished dressing and only Mark and Craig remained, chatting animatedly to each other. Strangely, they fell silent as Rob entered the room and checked the shower controls, then said "Come on lads, its time to get off home" "OK sir, we're going." Mark's thick accent was something else that attracted Rob to him. He was a sucker for Scots accents. The lads left together, and Rob switched the lights off and locked the door to the changing suite behind him as he made his way over to the main school building. Once there, he headed for the staff room. As usual on a Friday, it was all but deserted. Only Dean, the computer technician, remained. Rob didn't have much to do with Dean professionally, as there's not much call for the internet in Phys Ed, but he did tend to spend some of his free time chatting with Dean who, being a former student at the school and still only 19, was a good source of advice for how to handle the tougher students. "Hi Rob, how's today been" Dean asked in his usual cheery manner. "OK I suppose, that year 11 class have settled down quite well, cheers for the advice" Rob allowed his eyes to wander over Dean, who was getting his stuff together. As he bent down to pick up a CD that had dropped from his bag, Rob was treated to a nice view of his tight arse, clad in his black formal trousers that fit him very well. "What about your day, any more trouble with the boss," Rob enquired. "Just the usual. The useless twat keeps blaming me when things go wrong. He's the one earning four times what I am, gets to take the credit while I do the bloody work". Dean's boss, John, was a semi-retired teacher who had just been appointed IT manager. He'd been incompetent as a teacher and was living right down to expectations in his new role. Still, at least if he was in his cushy office he couldn't be causing havoc in the Physics lab. "Never mind, not long to go now" Rob replied, referring to Dean's frequently- expressed intention to "leave this shit hole never to return". He knew it wouldn't happen, not for a while anyway. Dean was a nice enough lad but he didn't have the brains or the balls to make that sort of move. "Fancy a drink tonight?" Dean enquired, snapping Ron out of his thoughts. "Yeah, OK. Where at?" "Well, I've got to drop this stuff off at home first. Let's meet at the Kingfisher, say 5 o'clock." "Fine, see you there" Dean left the room, laden down with his laptop case and assorted gear. Rob checked his pigeonhole for mail and found yet another memorandum from the head teacher. "Where the fuck does he get the time to write this crap" Rob wondered out loud. It was true, there were regularly four closely-typed sheets each week, plus assorted rambling missives every other day on subjects such as the school meals contract, the increasing incidence of kids wearing trainers - not a bad thing in Rob's opinion as he had a fetish for them too - instead of regulation shoes, litter in the corridors, etc. etc. Deciding that the bulletin could wait until Monday, he turned and left the staff room and made his way to his clapped-out old car. * * * * * About 90 minutes later, Rob entered the Kingfisher, a modern-looking pub in the middle of town that was fairly quiet most of the time. He spotted Dean in one corner, chatting to Craig and Andy. "Hey lads, what you doing here?" Rob wasn't particularly surprised to see them there, as they were both 18 and lived locally. "We spotted Dean and came in for a quick one before we go on to a party." Rob thought to himself that they didn't seem dressed for a party, wearing trackie bottoms and footie shirts, but then the "party" was probably just a cover for a dope-smoking beer-swilling session at one of their houses. "Can I get anyone a drink?" "No thanks sir, we're off now" Andy drained his pint and headed off towards the door, Craig close behind him. "See you later, lads" Dean called after them. "A pint is it?" Rob enquired. "Yeah, thanks mate" Rob got served fairly quickly by the young bloke behind the bar, then carefully carried the two pints of lager back to the table. They made short work of the drinks, then Dean went off to the bar for another round whilst Rob, whose bladder was straining from the day's intake of coffee, made a trip to the toilets. When he returned, Dean was back at the table halfway through his pint. "Cheers, mate" Rob lifted the pint to his mouth and took a big swig. It tasted a bit odd, but then it was lager. No two pints ever tasted the same, probably a variation in the amount of water that had been added to make it last longer. Three rounds later, Ron was feeling fairly drowsy. It was getting fairly late. Glancing at his watch, he realised that he'd missed the last bus home. "Fuck, I've missed the bus and I don't think I've got enough for a taxi" "No problem mate, you can crash at mine. My parents are away for the weekend" Dean's dad had been made redundant by the local factory when it closed last year, and was using his generous pay-off to re-live his "lost youth" so Dean virtually had the house to himself. "Cheers mate. Do you think we can make a move now, I'm shagged out" "You should be so lucky" Dean joked, as he stood and drained his glass. Rob tried to follow suit, but found himself unsteady on his feet. Dean grabbed him just in time. "Let's go. One foot in front of the other, you remember?" Dean half-guided, half-carried his friend to the door and towards his house. Luckily it wasn't far. By the time they reached the front door, Rob was virtually unconscious, emitting inaudible whimpers now and then. As Dean put his key in the lock, four figures stepped out of the shadows and grabbed hold of Rob, allowing Dean to get the door open. "Any problems, sir?" Craig enquired "No, he took his medicine like a good boy" Dean laughed, "Let's get him inside. We've a lot to get through this weekend so we need to get a move on."

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Date: Fri, 24 May 2002 03:48:38 EDT From: PlaylinHard24@aol.com Subject: Imagination to Reality Part 1 of 2 Imagination to Reality Part 1 of 2 This story is true; there are no exaggerations, lies or so forth. I also do not suggest that you try what is going to be told. All people are of age in the story and so should you for reading it. This experience begins with two friends. One friend who is gay but closeted to a limited level, the other one is out and also a slave boy with allot of freedom, and his Master. John (Me) and David talked quite allot: John being new in the game (the gay game) was eager to try everything and with David being a Slave very much intrigued John. John being the avid porn surfer had come across many sites dealing with BDSM. These sites he found to be very fascinating and instantly aroused him. One night John and David were talking and John inquired that he might like to try to have an experience in BDSM. David laughed at laughed at him and told him he could not handle it. John assured him that he could -- but David proceeded to laugh at him and wrote off what he had said. A couple of months had passed John and David were still friends and occasionally talked with on another about things they had done and they had even played with one another. Then one night around 9 pm John's Cell phone rang, he looked at the Caller ID and it was David calling from his phone. John answered the phone and said " Hey David" - David responded " Hey John -- I need you to listen very carefully, Do you remember our conversation a couple of months ago, about you wanting to try some bondage and SnM ? " John responded "Yes: I do" David said "do you still want to" John Responded " Very much so" Then the phone went silent for a few seconds... A New voice entered on to the phone: "BOY -- Are you sure this is what you want" John sitting there listening to this voice made him question what he so much wanted to try. John Responds back " Yes Sir" with out even thinking about it. "Good" the voice Says -- "Here are the Rules You don't not talk -- You only listen -- there is a email waiting for you -- you best read it -- follow what it says" Then phone went dead and to a dial tone. John went to his computer and got online -- there was only one email in his box and it was from David. It went as follows: Here is the address to my Masters Home -- you need to be here by 10 PM any later and it is all off. You need to be Bathed -- no cologne, shampoos, and be freshly shaven in the face. You are to have White Socks and Black Shoes or Boots. You are to only have 2 articles of clothing on. If there are more than that you will be sent home -- any thing you wear you best not love. You must have no Jewelry, Watches and / or anything on. Once you get to the house Park in the Driveway get out set your keys on the Ground under the car when you get out. Walk back down the street you drove up and go to the Alleyway and come back up the alley when you get to the gate with the no Trespassing sign you have Arrived. You are to place the black bag draped over the gate over your head and get on your knees and lock you fingers behind your head, and wait. One more thing there is to be no clothes or towels of any kind in your car. See you in a few John. John rushed after seeing the address he new he would have to be fast he was down to 50 minutes and it was a 30 min. drive at least. John quickly bathed and shaved. Went to his closet and but on his white tube socks and pulled his Doc Martin 8 holes off the shoe shelf. John also grabbed a white tee shirt old and a bit torn, and some old soccer shorts from High School, also torn and old and a bit small. John went to his car and went through it and pulled everything out and threw it into his garage. He was now down to 35 minutes. After rushing down the freeway and speeding all the way there; he did not even have time to think about what he was doing. With 5 minutes to spare John arrived. Pulling up the driveway he got out and did as the email said. John feeling Very naked at this point and funny looking to be wearing shorts and white tee that where both to small and a little tight. When John raised his arms his tan smooth flat torso was exposed. What does John look like? John is 5-10 about 160 -- he is also twenty-four years old at the time of this. John tans everyday on the way home from work and then stops at the Gym near his home. He has Dark Brown hair with light brown highlights and very chiseled facial features -- John also is very smooth and Shaved for the most part but has not been staying up with the body grooming and has not shaved nor trimmed in over 2 months, at the time of this experience. The Experience Begins John is heading down the alleyway and is tight on time, and then as he is looking for it there it is! In big Red Letters on a white sign " NO TRESPASSING" he also sees the hood over the gate. John walks up and is very hard at this point. John takes the hood and gets on his knees facing the gate and puts the hood on and puts his hands behind his head. John is very aroused and is getting nervous at the same time. John feels like he has been on his knees for hours (but probably like 10 minutes). Now John starts feeling very nervous at this point and keeps thinking he hears things. John's better senses start to reason with him -- and he decides to get up and leave. Right as he starts to stand; A Voice -- The Voice -- Says I did not tell you to move BOY! John instantly goes to his knees, and almost pees his pants out of fear. The Next thing John feels is multiple hands on him. What feels like two on each arm and two on his torso - John is assisted up and feels two hand cuffs click on his wrists and click into the wall: John can no longer drop his arms as he is spread out. Then he feels someone talking off the hood but they stop when they get to his month and insert a -- what feels like a limp 3" dick into his mouth. And then John feels a strap being synched on the back of his head. The dildo is just big enough to keep john from talking and only making sounds. The Voice says: Boys are you sure you are ready for this once you agree you are mine for at least till Dawn. Grunt once for Yes 2 for No. John Grunts once! The Voice then says Grunt 3 times if your going to cum or you think you cant take anymore. If you are not going to cum and you grunt Three times your ass will be very sore tomorrow. But I will stop. Do you agree once for yes -- John Does not even wait for him to finish and Grunts once. The Voice Says "boys time to have some fun" While John is unable to move he feels all the hands on him - one set very hardened and the others very smooth and soft to there touch then one sets reaches down John shorts and start jerking him off. Then every thing stops again. John then feels something very cold and metal like softly going over his body. Then he feels the blade of the knife on his thigh. Going towards his Dick but then in one quick swipe one side of his shorts open up and Johns dick pops out, the side 7.5 inches cut and just under 4 around, with a natural curve up and evenly thick all the way from the base to the inflated tip, oozing pre-cum. Then one more movement and the other side is ripped open and dropping the shorts to the ground. Then John feels 2 hands on his neck then a force tug on his tee then he feels another set on his chest another tug and the shirt gives away under the load. Now John is standing there with a Black Hood over his head a dildo strapped into his mouth, white socks and Doc Martin black boots and a Raging Hard on! To be continued: Please feel free to comment - boneheads411@yahoo.com

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Date: Sun, 26 May 2002 03:21:39 EDT From: PlaylinHard24@aol.com Subject: Imagination to Reality Part 2 of 2 Imagination to Reality Part 2 of 2 This story is true; there are no exaggerations, lies or so forth. I also do not suggest that you try what is going to be told. All people are of age in the story and so should you for reading it! In the last part John had been only able to use his imagination with BDSM - from what he had seen on the Internet. But now cause of one of his friends he is about to have the experience and the reality of BDSM. As John is standing there almost Naked aside from the white socks, black Doc Martins, a Strapped on dildo in his mouth, and a Black hood over his head. John is unable to see anything he is now relying and having to trust that he is safe. All sudden after his clothes being ripped off it goes silent again, John hears nothing and feeling nothing just the light autumn night breeze across his body. Then hear and feels something at his wrists and his arms are unlatched from the walls. Then he now only feels 2 sets of hands on him guiding him what he thinks to be the gate in to the yard of David's Masters home. John feels the ground go from Dirt to Grass and they walk only what seems like a few feet. Then they stop John from walking. And he is just standing there, waiting wondering what is going to happen next. Then he feels the handcuffs come off and something softer instantly go on in replacement of the handcuffs, he also feels the same thing on his ankles being attached. Then is seconds John's feet come out from underneath him and he falls back but is caught by a set of soft hands. Then just as quickly as his feet came out from underneath him his arm spread out and lift him up, and the hands on his back disappear! John is no hanging from all fours and it seems like no one has spoken a word since he was relieved of his clothing. John then feels what seems like lube in his asshole. Then all the sudden feels like what is a 8 inch Cock slowly slide in to his ass and lock into place. Then the John feels the soft vibration in his ass just enough to give him an instant hard on. Then the Voice Says: "Time to make you look like the boy that you are!" John then feels warm water being pour over his body then, and the soft hands start spreading over his body. John at this point is in sensory over load. Then hear the sound of Shaving Cream coming out of a bottle. Those soft hands are now spreading shaving cream from his neck down to his ankles. John Then feels 3 Razors removing the hair from his body. One working on his legs one on his chest & shoulders and one around is ass and growing. The Voice then says, "Boys if there is one hair on his body your ass is going to be sore" Then he says " Boy you must like this you have not lost your hard on since you arrived!" Then there was silence again! After what seemed to be a short amount of time he heard the Third Voice this voice sounded very young and nothing like the others and he said "Master we are done" Then he felt the hardened hands go over his whole body and his hands checked the Dildo to make sure it was in place. Then John felt a piece of what felt like Duck Tape place over his asshole. Holding the Dildo from coming out. Then he says: "Boys clean him up and then go inside" All the sudden John feels a shot of cold water all over his body like he is being cleaned like he is a car. He then figures out they are using a garden hose on him. Then it stops and he feels a small towel drying his body off. Then it stops and finally he hears David's voice. "Are you ok? Grunt once - John Grunts - David then asks are you Scared? Grunt once - John Grunts _ David says don't let it scare just have fun you are safe and then he kissed John on the chest and the pinched his nipples and felt and crabbed his Cock and balls. And Said "Damn John you look so hot" Then David left John could only feel his skin with the light night breeze of the Arizona desert across his body and it felt awesome. The dildo was still humming inside him and then all the sudden he felt that twitch - Oh shit John thought - I going to cum and no one can hear me. So he Grunts three times and the Voice is there instantly, John is relived and unnerved at the same time that he had been there when David fondled him and kissed his body. But then he twitched again - He was getting close - John then felt a condom slide over his dick and the Voice Start Jerking him of just slow enough to almost kill the orgasm. But John was already there and blew a huge load into the condom. He felt the hand pat in on the chest and the voice said "good boy". Then John felt the hood come a bit and the Strapped on dildo being released from his mouth. Then the voice asked "are you thirsty?" John answer "Yes" Then the voice in anger said "Damn you boy you should have said sir you disrespect me but letting my Slave touch and kiss you and then by not saying sir" John then felt his condom being removed from his dick very carefully, then he felt his mouth being forcefully opened and then before John realized he was eating his own cum, and the dildo was back in his mouth before he could even get a breath or try to spit it out. The hood was back on head. Then John drank it! The voice said boy it is now time for us to go inside and John then dropped what felt like 3 to 4 feet to the ground landing on his back. He then felt his leg getting unlatched and being latched together and his arms the same. Then the voice connected his hands and Feet. John could hardly move. Then all the Sudden he felt a tug on his dick and something clamped behind the balls and dick. Then all there was a tug on the clamp and it kept getting tighter and tighter to the point it felt like his dick was going to be torn off, then john realized his package was attached to his legs and arms. Every time he moved it pulled harder. John then felt a hard tug and felt hi body being dragged across the grass on bare ass and back, then he felt the concrete and then a big bump, which had to be the door jam, then he felt carpet on his back and bring drag across carpet for a few they started to go down some stairs, John at this point was only concerned about stopping the pulling of his body by what felt only like his balls were the subject of the force. Then after being dragged down the stair it stopped and with in seconds he was fully suspended again and he balls were in agony. John hung there for what seemed like an eternity and had almost fallen asleep and awoke very quickly when he felt something very hot dripping on to his balls. John started whimpering until he heard David's voice and he said: "Its just candle wax - don't worry John, you said you could handle anything remember" After the candle wax he heard the sounds of the duct tape again. Still hanging there he felt his dick being released and his soft dick being taped into a small ball and his balls being taped into another ball, it felt like he had a baseball instead of a penis. Then John's feet were dropped to the ground and they spun him around to were his ass was sticking out, and after hours of vibration the 8inch dildo was removed. Then David said "we are going to be safe" and then he felt the penetration of a dick into his ass and he realized that he was being fucked! None of the dicks felt as large as the dildo but then while being fucked and his head hanging down he felt the hood being removed and a new blindfold being applied and the dildo also being removed from his mouth. The Raping of his ass had stopped. What felt like a even larger Dildo/Butt plug slide back into his ass. They then stood John up but he couldn't fully stand do to the Dildo in him. The voice said "hear are you keys" and put them in John's hand and Said "Squeeze" and heard the sound of duct tape again and his hand was being taped shut into another ball then the voice moved to his other hand and taped it shut into a ball. The voice then said, "Get on your knees boy" and John did as he said, then he felt his arms being released and the dildo pushing hard into his insides. John for the first time that night felt mildly comfortable then the voice told him to stay put and then John heard the sound of masturbation and all three of them were right next to his face and with in what seemed like seconds he felt hot cum on the right side of his face and then more from the other side and then when he thought it was all done another load was dropped all over his face. He could feel the cum dripping down his face and dripping on his body. John's body was attempting to get hard but the pressure of his dick in the ball wouldn't allow it causing John more discomfort. John then was escorted to his feet by the 2 sets of soft hands, and then started up the stairs when they stopped and John felt a Swat across his ass like no other. When the voice Said "you only get one - and that was for not saying SIR. You're good a Slave." The after being escorted up the stairs and around a house still wet from 3 guys of cumming on him David kissed John on the lips and then said "when you go out side turn right out of the driveway and your car is about a quarter of a mile down the street, you better hurry its light out! The Blindfold came off and John was shoved out side with only his boots and Socks, some Duck Tape around his dick and hands with his keys inside his right hand fully taped closed, Johns eyes were very hazy but he looked at his cum soaked shaved body for the first time in 6 hours. John hurried down the street Naked for all intensive purposes and was pulling with his teeth at his hands and finally got the taped off when he realized and saw his car parked right next to the main Street. Where traffic was already backed up for the morning commute John very quickly scrambled to get into the car. John then realized all the windows were down in the car and the floor mats were missing John Started the car and went to roll up his windows and they would not roll up. He thought they must have pulled the fuse. John removed the tape from the other hand and left the tape on his Dick. John drove home in his small German car with all the windows down so any SUV could see in John Had nothing to cover him up. So the normal 30 min drive back to his house was almost a hour in traffic Driving Naked. When John got home to his condo complex his garage was blocked due to the fact John had emptied his car out so quickly he could not pull in. John then had to park in the visitors parking about 5 units down and run to his house. John realizes that everything they had done to him and humiliate him was still going on until he got into his house. John then went into the bathroom and looked at his body totally for the first time in almost 8 hours. John then Removed the tape from his dick and dried cum from his body. John then went to be totally changed for the experience, and excited at the same time. Please feel free to comment Boneheads411@yahoo.com

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Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 19:59:45 +0000 From: Heywood Jameetme Subject: Discipline Encounter #6: A Visit From Master's Friend Two weeks ago, I received a phone call from my senior Master instructing me that he had "rented" me for a day to an old friend and fellow Master who would be visiting the Boston area. I was told when and where to meet him and told that I was to obey him fully but no fucking was to occur. My hole belonged to Master and Master alone. This made me blush with pride at being so exclusive and possessed. The idea of being sold for the day was exciting but also a bit enbarrassing, but my obedience was being tested and I refuse to let my handsome Master down. Reporting as scheduled to the hotel, in suit and tie, I was greeted by my Master's envoy. A senior gent, attractive, also well-dressed, short and stout with a strong handshake. We went to the hotel bar for a few drinks where he told me about how happy he was that I was so handsome and tall. I blushed and soon we were riding the elevator up to his suite. The last two floors we rode alone and his hand rubbed and squeezed my ass cheeks through my suit pants. As we entered his room, I was ordered to strip off and assume the "Display" position. Once posed, he snapped a series of photos of my nakedness from different angles. When finished with that, he stripped himself nude and began to rub against me, hugging me, sucking my tits, grabbing my ass cheeks and kissing my neck and earlobes. He positioned us before the mirror so he could see my ass while he enjoyed himself with my front. Soon I was kneeling before him with his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. He would occasionally slap my ass cheeks with a riding crop and mumble about what a sweet ass I had. Then he had me sit on the bed with him, facing him as he tugged on my nipples, stroked my cock, and kissed my face and lips. He then tried to talk me into letting him fuck me. He offered money, a trip, even said that my Master would never know, but I politely refused. He said things like "I would be a better Master to you, I'd never rent you out to anyone ever." But I still politely refused. Angered, he stood up and pulled me up to stand by my earlobe, walked me to the chair again where he sat and pulling me to my knees, began to fuck my mouth once more. As he pleasured himself with my lips, he picked up a cell phone and called my Master in Florida! He begged my Master to let him fuck my ass, but my good Sir steadfastly refused. He told him that I was sucking his cock right now, and he offered up to TEN GRAND cash for the right to fuck me! I was shocked! This guy really wanted me! But Master said NO. Then, he told my Master that I had refused to accept his various offers and Master told him to tell me I was a good boy. Flushed with pride, I endured the rest of my servitude with a renewed energy. The little fat man fucked my mouth twice that day and made me eat his cum each time. He pissed on me in the shower and made me wipe his ass after he took a shit while licking the piss slit of his dick. He tied me up and gagged me before taking another roll of pictures. He jerked me off in front of the mirror while sucking my tits and smeared my own cum all over my naked ass and face before letting me get untied, shower, and get dressed again. After I was re-suited, he made me blow him one last time before I could leave and video-taped that suck job. After I was home awhile, my Master called and told me that I had done well and would be rewarded on my next trip to see him, coming up in April 2002. He promised me that I would never be "rented" again, that I had passed my final obedience test with flying colors, and that a really hot and fun time awaited me on my next visit South. I can hardly wait! Love, Heywood

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Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2020 23:18:50 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 7 This story includes sex between males. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please do not read this story. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! ;-) -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 7 He crawled in under the covers and scooted back until he was comfortably spooned into John. "This has been a truly remarkable day, John. I don't think I will ever forget it." "I hope we don't, but I also hope it's just the first of many more to come." "Me too." "Good night, Dufus." "Good night, sexy." Normally, Andrew slept clean and showered, but he didn't want this day to end. He lay there with John's arms around him and his warm breath on his neck. He smelled the cologne, the sweat, the cum, the campfire, and the forest. It enveloped him in a cocoon of suspended time where he was able to sample moments from the day and revel in them for as long as he wanted to. He suddenly remembered the key he had been given. He thoughtfully turned it over in his hand to observe it more closely. When he first found it, he would have sworn it was a generic ordinary door key, but now he started to see it was much more unique in its shape. It was long with a rounded end. What he had seen earlier as double straight edges in fact had subtle bumps along it like the original teeth had been worn almost completely down. The handle part was composed of two loops extending away from the blade that were like braided rings that were parallel to each other, but only touched where they joined to the body of the key. What does it go to? Andrew wondered. John's house? The old garage? Did the "outhouse" have a lock on it? He pictured giving it back to John: "I can't figure this out! What does it go to?" "Really? You don't know? That key is to you. Watch, I can use it to open you." He took the key from Andrew's hand and moved behind him. He put one arm around Andrew's chest and held him there while he took the key and slid it between Andrew's legs. The key was much warmer than he would have guessed a metal key would be. He could feel it nudging his ball sac from underneath. A hefty skeleton key indeed! It seemed to keep getting bigger and bigger. Or was that just his nerve endings emphasizing the sensations? What was happening here? He broke out in a sweat. He could feel heat on his back and slickness between his legs. "Here is your key to freedom," said a voice. "It can open you up, but you have to want it bad enough. Do you want it bad enough?" "I think so," Andrew answered. Oh, you only think so? Well, it was a nice thought. Maybe someday you'll make up your mind." "Please! I must be free!" "Then prove it! Take this key and open yourself with it." "But how?" "Don't play coy with me: you know how!" Andrew caught the glimmer of an idea in his head. He rubbed his thighs together to help warm them up a little more, spreading the slick sweat around and then slid back and forth to help the key find its spot. All of a sudden it found the opening and slid in. All of his stress vanished in a flash as the little nubs of the key tickled and massaged their way into the lock. The key kept getting stuck somehow, so he would have to keep pulling it back a little and jiggling it a little bit to try to insert it a little farther in so the lock would turn. It finally managed the last little bit, and Andrew watched as his insides splayed out down the middle with his heart on one side and his dick and balls on the other. He was desperately trying to hold on to both while he stood with one foot on each side but the rift kept growing. He struggled to keep the split from getting bigger as if he were racing down a mountain with two arguing skis working to rip him in half. He glanced behind him to see John wielding a giant needle courageously trying to sew the sides back together with duct tape and wire. He was mesmerized by the rhythmic motion of John's rippling arms as he manhandled the smooth chrome bar up, down, over�up, down, over�up, down, over as he bound the rebellious halves back along the seam. John was making better time than Andrew was along the rift, and soon that big needle was moving between his legs and helping to bridge the gap. Sweating and breathing heavily, John gave him the satisfied smile of a hard job well done. Between the two of them, the danger was now over, and an exhausted Andrew collapsed on top of that solid spear that now lay still along the stitch lines it had created. His splayed insides now folded up around him again and wrapped him up not in a claustrophobic smothering, but in a warm nurturing embrace. Andrew awoke with a start, but the dream was so vivid it took him a minute to get his bearings. He was in his room again. John lay behind him with his arms still wrapped around him holding him tight to his chest. He was a little angry at having woken up because it always took forever to get back to sleep after one of these dream awakenings, but he consciously slowed his breathing and willed his heart rate down to a more relaxed pace and hoped he could return to sleep. Andrew could feel the heated throb of John's manhood trapped between his legs and poking his balls. He felt so close to this man and it felt good. Very good. If I have to be awake, Andrew thought, this is the best place to be. It was wasn't long before he was asleep again�this time a peaceful slumber without dreams. *** It seemed to be not too long after dawn when Andrew woke up again. He stretched his stiff arms and legs and nestled back into John. John showed no signs of being awake yet. He is quite a deep sleeper, Andrew noted to himself. But it is time to get up. John was still hard between his thighs (had he gone down at all last night?), which gave Andrew an idea. He clenched his legs together tight and began sliding his pelvis back and forth along John's cock. Long, smooth motions aiming to send some really good sensations into John. After a few minutes of this, John had gotten even harder than before and he moaned as he woke to the sensation of Andrew's hot and lubricated makeshift love tunnel moving along his steel-like pole. One of John's hands moved its way down to loosely grip Andrew's rod that was just as hard as his own. John held his hand in place, so as Andrew moved his hips back and forth, he felt every move he made along John's cock through his own. He responded by clenching his muscles even tighter and increasing his speed and was soon pounding away with gusto into John's groin. John's happy groans became more and more intense until he leaned forward and started nibbling on Andrew's ear. Andrew almost instantly started to shoot his load all over the bed. But he didn't ease his pace for even an instant, embracing the high as he continued to work John's cock with his hips. His persistence was rewarded shortly after when he felt John's cock expand and heard his breathing run ragged in his ear. "Unhh!" John exclaimed as he tensed and spewed his seed into the mess Andrew had made moments before. His arms involuntarily tightened around Andrew, who could feel John's chest heave as he was held in a vice grip while John slowly came down from his peak. John's clasp gradually loosened until he finally spoke. "Well, good morning to you too," John rasped in a still slightly breathless gravelly morning voice. "I thought you might like that wake-up call better than a bucket of water to the face." "Absolutely! I can't think of a better way to wake up. I'm glad you saved the bucket idea for later." "I'm glad you approve," said Andrew as he twisted around for a good morning kiss. As their lips met, Andrew gave John a good peck on the mouth and then drew back, leaving John's seeking tongue dangling out in empty air. He saw the surprised and disappointed look on John's face. "Trust me: you don't want to share my morning breath," he explained as an apology. "Besides, we need to get going. Unless you prefer to wallow in all that mess�" John groaned. "Okay, I suppose not." "Let's throw this stuff in the wash and get showered." "Yes, massa!" "Dork!" John reluctantly crawled out of the bed, and together they gathered up all the dirty bed clothes. Andrew put last night's washed laundry into the dryer and tossed a laundry pod into the washing machine before John dumped the sheets in. John enjoyed watching Andrew's sleek ass cheeks clench and flex as he led them to the bathroom and leaned over to get the shower started. Even though he had just cum, he was already chubbing a little bit thinking of getting to dive into that private space. Soon, he told himself. Soon. Andrew had replaced the standard showerhead with one that included a removable wand, so he unhooked it and pointed it at the wall so they could get in while the water warmed up. John didn't even have to ask: he followed Andrew right inside and pulled the curtain closed behind him. He stepped up behind Andrew and wrapped himself around him again with another big bear hug. Andrew let himself be distracted for a few moments as the water finished heating up, then hooked the wand back into place and grabbed the shampoo. "I can handle that for you if you like," suggested John as he reached to take the bottle from him. "If you want to, sure," answered Andrew. "Oh, I want to all right!" John took the wand in his other hand and directed the water over Andrew's head and then rinsed the rest of his body down. After hooking it back in place, he poured some of the shampoo into one of his palms before setting the bottle down. He rubbed his hands together a little bit to lather it up and then gently and thoroughly massaged Andrew's head until his hair was completely scrubbed. Andrew practically purred a groan in appreciation. John rinsed off Andrew's head before he took the bodywash and repeated the process for each body part: pour, lather, massage, rinse. He worked from the top down and didn't miss a single spot, happily noting that Andrew was decidedly more than half hard from his ministrations. When he finished the last foot, he leaned forward and kissed the tip of Andrew's rod before he stood up. Andrew grabbed his head and leaned in for a kiss�a good solid kiss this time that lasted for minutes complete with dueling tongues. Andrew then washed John exactly as he had been washed, one section at a time from the top down, thoroughly and sensually. Andrew once again reveled in the feel of John's sexy fur and feeling his firm flesh under his fingers. It was all he could do not to take it farther, but he DID have to be out the door soon. Once he was finished with John's last foot, he also leaned forward, but he wanted to one-up John just a little bit, so he popped the entirety of John's thick head into his mouth, gave it one mighty suck and pulled back so there was a loud pop when it escaped his lips. "Unhh!" exclaimed John involuntarily. When Andrew stood up, John was there to greet him with another kiss lustily delivered. They gave each other one last quick rinse with the wand before turning off the water and grabbing towels to dry off. Just as they had with the washing, they dried each other off, loving the attention they got from the other almost as much as they enjoyed feeling the other's body one last time. "Well," said John. "I have to say, when you get on board, you get on all the way, don't you?" "Yeah. I try to live by Yoda's philosophy one hundred and ten percent: `Either do or do not�there is no try.'" "Then I'm even more happy you've decided to do me," John chuckled. "Glad to hear it, because I also don't believe in quitting." "I've heard that spitters are quitters�" "Huh?" Andrew looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Tobacco?" "Seriously?" John laughed. "As in blow jobs! Nothing to do with tobacco." It took a split second longer for Andrew to grasp what John meant, and it showed clearly in his expression when it did. "Oh� Oh!" "God, you're adorable!" John said, and immediately regretted it. Embarrassed, Andrew bristled noticeably. "I'm sorry," John said quickly. "I didn't mean anything bad by it, I swear. I'm just so used to everyone having such dirty minds that it is refreshing to have someone NOT know that joke. Please forgive me." "Okay," Andrew mumbled. I have got to stop being so sensitive, Andrew thought to himself. I'm sure he honestly didn't mean to put me on the spot like that, and I do not want to lose him because of my insecurities. It's time to grow up, Andrew, he scolded himself. They walked back to the laundry room where the dryer had just finished its cycle and Andrew pulled out John's clean clothes and handed them to him. "I'm sorry about earlier. I am tired of being laughed at and just overreacted." "You are good, man," John said. "It's my fault for not thinking before speaking. I will pay better attention, I promise. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you. If I ever do that again, please smack me upside the head." "Thanks, John�and I will!" Andrew replied with a gleam in his eye. "I'm afraid I don't have time for a full-on breakfast, but I have some Pop-Tarts and some cereal if you want some." "Pop-Tarts? You?" "I know, I know. I try to eat better, but I do keep a stash of emergency foods that don't take time to make just in case." They tossed some Pop-Tarts in the toaster. "So when are you heading over to your folks' place?" John asked. "I'm already late technically, but it's no big deal really." "Geez, you guys get an early start!" "Well yeah, but I still need to find something for my mom first." "Ah! Procrastinated a bit on getting her present?" "Maybe�" Andrew said, laughing. "I know what I want to get her, I just haven't actually bought it yet. Shopping is very much not in the fun category for me, so I am very unmotivated." "I can help you with that in the future if you'd like." "I may have to take you up on that." The Pop-Tarts popped up and they downed them quickly. "Well it's time for me to go, but thank you for letting me spend the night with you. It was unexpected and fun!" "You are most welcome! I believe boyfriends do that sort of thing on occasion." "So I'm told," John laughed. John grabbed Andrew into another big warm hug, tucked his chin over Andrew's shoulder and held him there for a moment. "I'm so happy you're my actual boyfriend now!" John said as he finally pulled away. "Me too," said Andrew. "So do you think you might be able to get away for a couple days next weekend? It would be fun to show you around the mountain some more and spend the night out there." "Well now that I have to break it off with all my other boyfriends and cancel the house parties, I think I can make that work." "Well if it's such an inconvenience�" John laughed. "Of course not! I can hardly wait!" "Me neither," John said smiling brightly. "In fact, I'm so excited I may have to strip you back down now just to take the edge off!" Andrew looked down and saw John's shorts straining to contain his latest rock hard erection. No Viagra for this one, Andrew chuckled to himself. He looked up to see an eager primal, almost scary look on John's face. Before Andrew knew what had happened, John had pinned him back against the wall and held his wrists high above his head. With his nose practically touching Andrew's, he looked directly into his eyes. "I'm going to have my way with you right here right now, and I don't think you can do anything about it!" ********* If you have suggestions for future chapters, feel free to email me at DurtyRiter@protonmail.com

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Date: Sun, 01 Sep 2002 03:45:03 +0000 From: Heywood Jameetme Subject: Discipline Encounter #8: My New Master Hello again, It's been awhile since I last wrote and a lot has happened since my last note. When last we talked, my senior Master had proposed to me and was planning to move north to be closer to me geographically but it was not meant to be. Tragically, he was killed in a car crash only weeks before his planned move. I was devastated and spent months in a daze. Only recently have I begun to feel less aching pain in my heart but that is not the reason for this letter. Remember my Master's friend whom he "sold" me to for a day? Well, only 3 weeks after my former Master's funeral he began calling me asking for a date! I told him it was too soon but also remembered his aggresive sexuality and smooth mushroom-headed cock. Finally, after 3 months, I relented and agreed to meet him at his hotel on his next visit to Boston. We met in the hotel's bar, both in suit and tie, looking very sharp and turning each other on with our fine clothes and seductive conversation. When we rode the elevator to his room, we held hands like romantic teens and as soon as we closed his room's door, our lips were locked in a deep kiss. After gaining control of himself, he ordered me to strip and I did so. "Display" he said and I assumed the submissive at-attention stance preferred by dominant men for their "boys". Groping my exposed flesh greedily, he licked my tits and slapped my ass cheeks with glee. Then, kneading my ass with both hands, he said, "At last, this fine ass is MINE!". Pulling me by the ear lobe across the room, he ordered me to kneel as he sat in a chair. Dropping his suit pants and undies to his ankles, he rubbed his huge genitalia all across my face. "Get ready for some cocksuckin' boy, cause you're a right fine suck!" And soon my mouth was a captive but willing receptacle for his throbbing hot cock. I sucked him voraciously and he moned with delight as his first load squirted down my throat. Spent, he moved me to the bed where I laid perpendicular to him so he could finger my ass while I licked his balls and rimmed his hole with my tongue. His cock eventually rose to erection once more and he had me on all fours for mounting. The huge mushroom-head of his beet-red cock burned as it penetrated my sphincter but soon he was riding me like a bronco, squealing and howling with delight in his "victory" of fucking me at long last. Ejaculating into my ass, he fell back on the bed and fell asleep. I took advantage of this "downtime" to take a nice shower and use some mouthwash too. When he awoke, he tied me up and took some photos of me in various bondage positions, some with his cock in my mouth. While I was still bound tightly, he laid beside me on the bed and jerked me off while sucking on my nipples. After I came, he untied me and ordered me to get cleaned up and I did so. Telling me to get dressed up again in my suit and tie outfit, he explained that I was now his "boy", that my former Master had bequeathed me to him in his secret "Master's Will" that had been read at a private S&M club in Florida that they both belonged to. He told me that to accept these terms and conditions I need only lick his cockhead once and then suck him until he came in my mouth. What can I say? I lowered my head and went to work. More in October, love, Heywood

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Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2021 01:38:29 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 24 This story includes sex between males. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please do not read this story. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 24 Andrew's heart skipped a beat. Here it comes. This is where it all falls apart. The irony was not lost on him that he intended to do this very thing just a couple hours ago. He had clearly misinterpreted things, or there would have been no need for this letter. It was still hard to breathe and he could feel his heart ripping already. This was ridiculous. If he had gone through with his decision earlier, he wouldn't be hurting so badly now. Or would he? He could pretend it would have been different if he had been the one to cut it off, but deep down he knew he would still feel like his world was turning upside down. Well, here it was, and it was best to rip the Band-Aid off quick and clean. He took a deep breath and looked back at the note, determined to read it quickly and put it behind him as soon as possible. `Please don't hate me, but I have a confession to make. There is a feature to my security system that alerts me whenever the system is accessed...' Uh oh. Andrew started wondering how stupid he could be. Of course it would let John know he had gotten into the system! Which meant that John would know how many times he logged in and then chickened out. He groaned inwardly. This was so embarrassing! He read on, dreading where this was going. `...so when I was done taking care of that grouchy camper, I saw you had logged in and out multiple times, so I logged in myself and watched you pace for a while. I'm sorry I set you up for that. I didn't mean for you to have to wrestle with yourself. I thought I made it obvious enough yesterday that you are more than welcome to check it out if you wanted to. Don't get me wrong: THIS WAS NOT A TEST! I was just interested in what you would do. And I have to say I was impressed with your restraint, Curious George. I thought for sure you would pull up everything, but I saw you stuck with the places we already went, and I'm honored you respect me enough to not ruin my silly little "surprises." Anyway, I want to apologize for spying on you. I let my curiosity get the better of me, and I wanted to confess that and apologize...' Andrew stopped for a minute to process. So John had spied on him while he was "breaking into" the security system. He should have guessed that possibility, but John said himself he actually wanted Andrew to look around. So why did he think Andrew would hate him? The spying? No, although for a moment he felt an inch tall again that John might think him that shallow. Then another thought struck him: John apologized for making Andrew fight with his conscience. Ok, that that would fit if John really was as genuinely nice as he continued to seem. Nothing else made any sense at all. Andrew melted a little bit more for his boyfriend. He read on: `To prove this wasn't a test and I still trust you, if you want to log back in, I will put the remote url at the end of this letter and you can check it out to your heart's content. Which brings me to a second confession: Remember when you said you wanted to see those pictures Duncan took of us on the Jeep? Well, I kind of feel the same way. Except I don't have to depend on his camera. I really hope you don't despise me for this (though I understand if you do), but when you log in, click on the glowy number on the outhouse feed. I just ask that you call me after you check it out. No matter what, I'm yours forever, John' Well. He had a sneaking suspicion of what he'd find when he followed John's instructions, though how John could have done it escaped him. But it could wait for now: he wanted to toss his clothes in the laundry and get a shower first. Besides, he was a bit too riled up to think clearly right now. He couldn't deny he was relieved John didn't break up with him (yet?) through a letter, but it wasn't like there was nothing to think about. Andrew separated his clothes into piles on the floor before adding the contents of his clothes hamper to the heaps. He stripped down and tossed all the dark items in the washer and got it running before he made for the shower. He started the shower and caught sight of his reflection in the mirror as the water warmed up. He studied his shorn look a little more closely now that he was alone. He finally decided he didn't mind it, though it was still very different from what he was used to. He still felt like he looked somehow too skinny and too saggy at the same time. Yeah, he wouldn't be quitting the gym anytime soon! In a few spots, he could see the hair was already starting to grow back, but the hair was so light you had to really look to see it. He couldn't decide whether or not he liked the fact that he looked at least ten years younger somehow. He had to admit he was glad John didn't shave his scalp while he was at it. Not that his hair was long by any means, but he didn't really care to go for the cue ball thing. The mirror started to fog up a little bit, so he broke himself from his reverie and hopped into the shower. While he soaped himself up, his mind wandered to what might be awaiting him on John's security cameras. It was all a little jumbled together in his memory, but the only thing that he was sure of doing after John's revelation about Duncan was getting shaved. That could be interesting. He thought about that as his hands spread soap across his skin. His very smooth skin. He was now very aware of just how slippery he had gotten between the water, the soap, and the shave. He felt the sensuousness of his strokes and suddenly they became caresses. This shaved existence was still a very new experience, and he focused on the feelings his own hands produced as they swept from cleaning one part of his body to another. The only thing that hadn't changed at all was his raging cock. It was as big as it had been before. In fact, it looked larger than ever thanks to the absence of the bush at the base. He studied it as if it was the first time he had seen it. It really was noticeably red in its current state, no doubt a result of his alabaster skin. The head looked sleek because it was somewhat arrow-shaped. It didn't flare out as much as most guys he had seen and was also a bit pointy at the end. It capped a long shaft that had no discernable bend in any direction. He only had a few prominent veins to accentuate the linearity of his member. The result was a dick that proudly stuck straight out of his body. He had measured it once from base to tip, and while it was hard to be exact, it seemed to land just past seven inches. Nowhere near the nine inches everyone else seemed to have according to Scruff and Grindr, but in real life, it didn't seem that much shorter than the men he had played with. Some more noticeably than others, but he flattered himself to think it looked good and it certainly functioned just fine! He grabbed it with one hand and used nice long strokes to remove any trace of wilt. His other hand dipped lower to cradle the balls within his velvety smooth bag. He enjoyed the soft feel as well as the heft of the nuts inside. He stroked them softly with his fingers as his dick pulsed forward in excitement. He could feel himself getting close, so he let go of his cock and balls to finish washing himself down. He shampooed his head and moved methodically downward, cleaning his face, neck, armpits, arms, chest, stomach, legs, and feet. Then he straightened up and reached around to wash his rear. As his hand spread the soapy lather inside the crack of his butt, his fingertips brushed his ass lips and he felt a zing race up his spine. Surprised, he did it again and another jolt of feeling matched the first. Who knew his pucker could be that sensitive? Now he did, and he rubbed it good and proper until he could feel the surge of an imminent orgasm. He quickly grabbed his dick for a few strokes before he blew his load. The first volley hit the wall so hard that some of it ricocheted back and hit him. The second still had enough force to splatter widely and three more hit the wall as well. The remaining spurts didn't quite make it, but it was still a good load. He just stood there for a minute, enjoying the satisfaction of release as he idly traced the length of his tool, making it twitch and push the last drops of cum out. Gathering himself together, he rinsed off and grabbed his towel. Once he dried himself off, he padded over to his office with John's note in hand and fired up the computer. Now to see what John had done. He logged in and clicked on the outhouse feed. Up in the top righthand corner was a pulsing "3," so he clicked on it. A new menu popped up with dates and times, so he clicked on the first one. He saw John looking at the camera before he turned and swooped Andrew up and laid him on the sink slab. He watched him lean down for a kiss while his hands grabbed Andrew's and clipped them together, he watched himself jerk in surprise and then acquiesce to John... It looked way hotter on video than it did in his head, but he wanted to see what the other two recordings were too. He clicked on the second one, and sure enough, he saw himself getting onto the counter oblivious to John in the background gesturing at his phone and looking directly at the camera. "Ah...!" said Andrew out loud as he realized why he had caught John looking into the mirror earlier. John quickly put his phone down, grabbed everything else, and headed over to Andrew and the sink. He continued to watch as John meticulously went to work clearing Andrew's body of any hair. Andrew had to admit it was kind of hot to be a voyeur of his own shaving, but when he saw how much time was left of the video, he backed out of it to see what the last recording contained. Weren't those the only things they did in the outhouse? The third clip was of Andrew pacing back and forth working up the courage to pull up the security cameras. Argh! Why did John have to record that? It turned out that it didn't take him as long to go for it as it had felt at the time. He fast forwarded through a lot of it until he watched himself discover the hidden door and then after a pause, he saw Brad and Ron walk in. It seemed too soon for their arrival after Andrew had just watched them play in the grotto, didn't it? He looked at the time stamps and did some mental math to realize they could easily have done it if they didn't waste time heading down the steps. Then he did a double take at the length of the video: it was shorter than he expected, but he wasn't sure why until he remembered the length of the second clip. He pulled that one up again, and sure enough, it was nearly twice as long. Puzzled, he skimmed through his shaving at high speed until he noticed he wasn't laying in the sink anymore. What was this? He backed it up until we saw himself get off the counter and pressed play. He watched John come out of the stall with his heavy dick swinging, wash his hands, and walk toward the shower�his butt muscles clenching and unclenching in their mesmerizing way. He got in the shower and Andrew realized that John had forgotten to turn off the recording before he got under the spray. Why, that meant� He saw his slippery new self lean in for a kiss and in a flash, John's hands were tied above his head. Yes! John had recorded this entire thing! Awesome! He could feel his cock throb in response. He right-clicked on the video, and sure enough, it was all set up to send wherever he wished. Andrew typed in his own email address and hit `send.' Yeah, this one was a keeper! He was going to edit that puppy just right! He was so excited, he went in and sent himself the first clip as well. And then the second one again, just in case. That was the big revelation? So John had recorded their times in the outhouse. Andrew certainly wasn't mad about it. Quite the opposite, in fact: now he had a clip of John he could watch over and over and over again! Andrew remembered John had wanted him to call, so with a much lighter step than he had first anticipated, he followed his excited poker to his phone and dialed. John answered barely after the first ring. "Hey Andrew; how are we doing?" he asked guardedly. "Just fine." "You're not angry with me?" "Not at all. I admit I was a little surprised, but I'm not mad. In fact, I was expecting this to be a breakup letter." "What?!? Why on earth would you think that?" "The first sentence you wrote was `Please don't hate me,' so I assumed the worst." "First off, it would take something dreadful to make me even consider that, and I guarantee you'd see it coming a mile away. For better or for worse, I have a hard time letting go once I've decided to be invested in something. And secondly, I swear I would never ever EVER break up with you in some cowardly note�let alone a text or email. I value you too much to do that." "Okay," Andrew answered. "Sorry if I got a little excited there. Rudeness is a pet peeve of mine." "I remember." "So what did you think?" "Of what?" "You know: the recordings." "Oh yeah! They were kind of hot to watch, except for the last one of me roaming around the outhouse." "I haven't seen them yet, but I'm sure they're good watching because you are in all of them." "Hardy har har." "I mean it! I think you are so sexy!" Andrew blushed, not that John could appreciate it on the other end of the line. "Thanks," he mumbled. "I think I'm going to have to tell you that everyday until you believe it like I do." "You might have to, because that is not what I see." "I know, but we will work on that." "Mm-hmm..." John chuckled. "You may not believe me, but you will in time." "If you say so." "Maybe I can start by making you watch those videos every single day. I know you didn't watch them all the way through yet, right?" "Well, I skimmed a lot of it." "That's what I thought. But keep in mind that I recorded those so I could watch your hot self whenever I wanted, so that should tell you something right there." "You haven't seen them yet?" "No, that's why I told you to look for the glowing numbers: those are videos that haven't been watched yet." "Then you don't know what's on them..." "I think I do: I was the one who pushed `record,' you know!" "Yeah, but I think you forgot to turn it off at the end of one of them." "What makes you think that? They are set to automatically turn off if the motion sensors go quiet for too long." "I suspected. You should watch the second one; you might be surprised." "I will check it out then," John laughed. "How many were there?" "Three." "Three? I thought I only recorded two..." "You did three: the time you strapped me to the counter, the time you shaved me, and the time you watched me pace around like an idiot." "Oh! I didn't realize I recorded that last one." "Ah. Well, you don't want to miss the second half of the shave." "I don't, huh?" "Definitely not. And full disclosure, I downloaded that puppy." "Oh did you now? Must be hot indeed then!" "It really is!" "Then I can't wait to see it." John paused. "So tell me again that we are good between us?" "Yeah." "Okay then, I believe you," John said carefully. "But I also know when you are holding out on me. If we are good, then how are you?" "What?" "You heard me. What are you beating yourself up over this time?" How could John see through him like this? It was starting to get a little disconcerting. "Well," Andrew began, dreading what was about to come out of his mouth. "After I left the outhouse the last time, I was just struck again by how different we are. You are amazing, and I'm just�well, me. You are way out of my league, and I can't help but feel like we are doomed. You can have anyone you want in a heartbeat, and what will happen to me when you realize that and find someone better? I was about to break up with you and beat you to the punch." "I see," said John after a pregnant pause. Andrew could hear some of the vibrancy had left John's voice. He realized his fear had come true: he had hurt John. "So that's what was gnawing at me." "Well, I'm glad you said something. I'm sure that wasn't easy to say, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt, but I really do intend to be here for you forever. I mean it with all my heart and soul and mind. I honestly think the world of you and I think I know you better than you are giving me credit for here." Andrew could hear John rebounding as he continued. "And now that it's out, maybe we can work on that. Would you be okay with that?" "I think so," Andrew said uncertainly. "I'm just afraid, I guess." "You would be a fool not to be, but I am here with you. We can make it through this, I promise." "You promise?" "I promise!" "Okay. Now what?" ********* Check out my other posts! These ones are not stories I've written, but they are uncopyrighted pulps from the '80s that I enjoy and wanted to share before they are lost forever: "The Battlefield" in the Historical section "My Favorite Freshman" in the College section "Alaskan Huskies" in the Encounters section

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Date: Fri, 11 Sep 2020 00:38:35 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 6 This story includes sex between males. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please do not read this story. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! ;-) -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 6 John chuckled. "I'm afraid you're a little late for that, but thanks for thinking of me." Andrew looked down and sure enough, John had a big wet spot in the front of his shorts. "What?! When did that happen?" "Actually, I don't know," John replied sheepishly. "I was a little occupied if you will recall." "But how can you not know?" "I was getting off on getting you off, I just didn't realize I got off. If that makes any sense at all�" "I suppose. I've never cum without noticing before." "No? Goals for the future then?" "Hardy har har." "Hey! Without goals, what's the point of anything?" "Making the world a better place maybe?" "You really ARE a Boy Scout! That sounds like another goal to me, but valid! You are just amazing, you know that?" "No, but you can keep trying to convince me if you want to." "Mission accepted!" John noticed that Andrew was starting to get goosebumps as the cool night breeze chilled the sex sweat on his skin. "Okay, buddy, time to wrap things up here," John said as he pulled Andrew's still-bunched-up shirt down and reached for his jeans. He motioned for Andrew to stand up and held out his jeans for him to step into. "That was so hot!" exclaimed Andrew as he put first one leg in and then the other. John gestured toward his crotch. "I agree, obviously," he answered. "I feel bad about that." "What on earth for?" "Because I didn't help you cum." "Hey, look at me." Andrew looked up from the ground, but still couldn't quite meet John's gaze. "No; look me in the eye." Andrew obeyed. "You don't have to apologize for everything all the time. Do you think I would have jizzed myself if I weren't enjoying it?" "I guess not," Andrew admitted as he worked valiantly to keep from looking away from John's intense gaze. "Then you have NOTHING to apologize for! That is reserved for pricks who take people for granted, get their rocks off, and ignore the needs of their partner, and you will never be that way. It's just not in you. You hear me?" "Yes, sir," said Andrew almost automatically. John's tone really left no room for any other response. "Good," replied John in a much softer tone as he wrapped his arms around Andrew again and just held him. Andrew was once again nestled in John's shoulder with those strong arms around him and everything was right with the world. John had cum without touching himself�without even noticing!�while he was giving Andrew the best sex of his life. The more Andrew thought about it, the more he realized John was right: he had no reason to apologize. To think that he had even a small part in that was supremely gratifying. Maybe he wasn't as "below-normal" as he felt after all. Maybe. "Alright, buddy, are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Okay. As much as I'd like to stay here and hold you like this for at least another year, it's time to pack up and head home." Andrew sighed. "Okay." John took the skewers and headed for the garage while Andrew took a stick and broke up the coals and spread them around the pit so he could smother the fire with dirt. He was just finishing up when John came back with the cleaned skewers and put them back in the box where he got them and rolled the log back over it. "Anything else we need to do?" asked Andrew. John looked around. "Nope! We were never here," he said in his most mysterious manner as he moved his open hand across his face like he was hiding behind a screen. "Dork!" "I thought we'd already established that. . ." "Indeed we have!" "Well, all right then. Let's go." Andrew followed John back to his car. "This has been such a wonderful day," Andrew said after he got in. "I agree! I always love spending time with you, and this was the best time yet!" "I think so too." John pulled out onto the highway and headed back to town. "So what are your plans for the week?" "Just the usual: gym, work, and TV. How about you?" "Pretty much the same, haha. Are you still going to see your folks tomorrow?" "Yeah; it's my mom's birthday, so almost everyone will be there." "Everybody? Well well!" "Yeah, but luckily I can go home when I've had enough, so it's all good. I spend most of it playing with Legos with the niblings." "Niblings?" "Yeah: my nieces and nephews. My dad swears it's a real word. I don't know if I believe him, but it is way more fun to say than `nieces and nephews' all the time!" "I get that. Maybe I can start using it with my family." "Good luck! I only get the blankest stares whenever I try it outside the family." "That makes sense," John laughed. About ten minutes into the drive, Andrew suddenly gasped. He had left his shorts in the lockbox in the back of the Jeep, and now he felt stupid. "What's wrong?" "I forgot to grab my wet clothes!" "Oh no! The sky is falling, Chicken Little!" "I'm sorry. I hate to ask you to turn around." "Well if you hate to ask, then don't! Problem solved!" "I wouldn't, but I need them. Can we go back and get them? I can't believe I didn't remember!" "No, we can't go back for them, buddy." Andrew felt his insides twist up in a knot instantly. 'Here it is,' he thought. 'The other side of John. The counterpoint to wonderful. Always that negative of equal power to the amazing person I thought he was.' His hopes for a bright future were instantly dashed again. 'Can't anyone be genuine anymore?' He thought in despair. "We can't?" he asked quietly. "No reason to: I already put them in the trunk for you." "Oh!" Andrew felt stupid all over again, but this time for jumping to conclusions. 'Why do I always automatically assume the worst?' 'So it doesn't hurt so much if it turns out to be true, he answered himself. Yep, I'm still messed up.' "Well thank you." "Of course!" When they pulled up to Andrew's house, John turned to Andrew. "Mind if I use your bathroom again before I go home?" "Not at all! Come on inside!" John took Andrew's clothes from the trunk and followed him up to the front door and inside. Andrew took his shorts, and John went into the bathroom. Andrew thought over this amazing day: the drive through the woods, the scenic stairs, the water wrestling with John, the delicious lunch, the bonfire, and the sex. He couldn't think of anything that could have made it batter. Correction: One thing could have made it better, and that was still within reach if he played his cards right. . . When John came out of the bathroom, Andrew was ready. "Hey, can you help me with something before you leave?" "Sure! What's up?" "Let me show you," Andrew said. He led John upstairs and into the laundry room. He opened the washer and threw his shorts in. "Here, let me wash those dirty clothes for you." "You don't have to do that!" "No, but I want to. I need to wash my own anyway," he said as he started to remove his shirt. "It's late though," John said hesitantly. "And I don't want to keep you up any later than I said I would." Suddenly Andrew realized that John had mapped out the entire day from start to finish. He was a planner who had kept everything on schedule, and this was not on his original agenda. Andrew had happily left that to him, but now he had his own goal and was not about to be deterred. "Then don't argue with me," Andrew said as he subtly cornered John next to the washing machine. He took the hem of John's shirt, pulled it up over his head, and tossed it into the washer. Andrew put his hands on those muscular pecs and pushed him back against the wall. "Are you sure?" John managed to ask before Andrew's mouth covered his and obscured anything else he may have wanted to say. Andrew's tongue attacked John's as his fingers finally got to play in that beautiful fur that covered John's chest. The hair was as soft as the muscles under it were hard, and Andrew couldn't get enough. His hands roamed, exploring, teasing, twisting, and caressing his captive. He stroked down those pecs, across the stomach, and then back up again only to repeat the circuit over and over. A deep groan came from deep inside John that egged him on. His hands stroked down again, but this time they settled on John's belt and in no time had it unbuckled and the button of his shorts open. His hands cycled up again to the top of that broad chest and back down his stomach and up, each time pushing John's waistband a little lower, a little lower, a little lower until John's bush was starting to peek over the top. He reached around to the back of John's shoulders and firmly dug his fingertips into the muscles and then dragged them down his shoulders and his sides. As he bent downward, his mouth had to abandon John's, replacing it with one of John's hard nipples. He gave it a couple sharp quick nibbles before teasing it with his tongue as John had done to him earlier. His hands turned in to the small of John's back, and then pivoted and pushed downward, digging into John's waist and then his ass, dragging the shorts down as he went. Once he got to the middle of those firm globes of ass, the shorts finally dropped around John's ankles. Suddenly freed from its confinement, John's rock hard cock snapped up and hit Andrew in the stomach. Andrew looked down and finally saw with his own eyes what had been so elusive all day. He gasped. "Damn, John!" he exclaimed. It had to be nearly nine inches long and seemed almost twice as thick as his own meat. Wow. It had a gorgeous slightly tapered mushroom head to it with a pronounced ridge and prominent veins along the shaft. It was really picture perfect. But almost scary big. 'Now there's a challenge I can appreciate,' thought Andrew. 'Now let's see if I can do this justice!' He dropped to his knees so he was eye level with it, and it looked even more imposing. The sweat, campfire, and dried cum all created the most heady smell. Andrew kissed the head and opened wide, wrapping the head in the warmth of his mouth. Once he had adjusted to the size as best he could, he inched his way further and further down the shaft. He was sure this was the thickest cock he had ever attempted, but he was bound and determined to get to the bottom of it! John was moaning loudly now and his hands were on Andrew's head; not pushing, but encouraging. He could feel John's cock pulse in his mouth, so he knew he was on the right track. He had almost reached the bottom when he couldn't go any further. No! he thought to himself. Not this close! I have to have it all! John must have sensed his frustration. "It's okay, buddy. Very few can get all of it. But it feels amazing!" Andrew slid back up to the ridge and then dove back down. John went back to loudly moaning his approval of Andrews's efforts. After a few more tries, Andrew was suddenly able to open his throat more and made it all the way to the base with his nose buried in John's bush. "Oh god, Andrew! Shit!" John shouted. "Oh god!" Andrew switched to high gear then and started picking up speed. John was starting to assert himself now too, thrusting his hips into Andrew's sumptuous mouth. Andrew let John take the lead and face fuck him, knowing he was going to bust soon. "Unh! Unh! Unh!" John grunted with every thrust and started to drip sweat onto Andrew as he pummeled his throat. Andrew could feel John's cock expand even further getting impossibly bigger, so he started to hum. The new vibrations in his cock triggered John, and with a final roar, he rammed his cock all the way down the hungry mouth in front of him and shot his thick load down Andrew's throat. There was no way Andrew would have been able to swallow all the cum John gave him, but whatever trick it was that let that final inch of cock in turned out to have the added advantage of letting that load fly farther down his throat than he had ever experienced. John gave one last shuddering heave and he was spent, almost collapsing onto Andrew as pulled his shiny tool out of Andrew's mouth. Andrew wrapped his lips around it tightly as it slid out, making John give a little squeal from the hypersensitive nerve endings. He had barely softened. "Oh my god," John exclaimed, panting. "That was incredible, lover." "It was! I'm glad you liked it!" "I really did! Now stand up and step back." Andrew got to his feet and took a step back as John got on his knees and reached for Andrew's jeans. He opened the button, pulled the zipper down, and yanked them down over Andrew's slim hips and out jumped his hard and leaking prick. John barely touched it before it erupted, shooting ropes of cum all over John's face and his furry chest. "There you go again with another amazing load! Incredible!" Andrew blushed. "Another couple of seconds and you might have cum without my help." "Maybe, but then I wouldn't have a goal to shoot for," Andrew retorted, laughing. "Oh, I can come up with more goals for you," John said, laughing. "This is just the first of many." "Yes, boss." "I like the sound of that!" "Oh do you?" "Yes I do. Now can you grab me something to wipe this off with before it drips into my eye?" Andrew grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet and stepped close to clean John's face. The smell of sweat and fresh cum was strong, and after getting what he could with the rag, Andrew decided it wasn't good enough, and proceeded to kiss and lick John's face clean. "I could really get used to this, sexy," said John. "I hope so! Now let me get this stuff in the washer." "You were serious about that?" asked John with a twinkle in his eye. "I thought it was just a ploy to get me up here so you could have your way with me." "It was a ploy, but now it's. . .another ploy. Stay with me tonight." "Are you sure? What if I snore like a freight train? What if I rob you and leave in the middle of the night?" It's already the middle of the night, and as for the rest, I'll take my chances. I've decided you are worth it." "Well, thank you!" replied John. "And I really mean that too. I would love to spend the night with you." "Then it's settled." "Obviously I didn't bring my pajamas with me though�" "I wouldn't let you wear them if you did." "Oh ho! I see how it is!" "Not completely, but you're getting there," Andrew said laughing. They started the washing machine and moved to the bedroom. "Where's the shower?" "Can you wait until morning?" "Hey, you're the host here, so you're in charge now. I can wait if you want me to." "I do. Now get over here." "Sir! Yes sir!" "Dufus!" "So where do you want me?" "In my bed and wrapped around me." "Perfect!" John lifted the blanket and crawled into the bed. Andrew paused and looked at the incredibly sexy naked man in his bed, holding up the covers for him to join him. 'This is the stuff of wet dreams,' he thought. 'But this is real!' ********* If you have suggestions for future chapters, feel free to email me at DurtyRiter@protonmail.com

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Date: Sat, 08 Dec 2001 18:21:17 +0000 From: Heywood Jameetme Subject: Discipline Encounter #2 Since our first meeting was such a sexually explosive debut, my Master allowed me to make arrangements for a second. This time however, my discipline training was to concentrate on humiliation over pain and orgasm. When I arrived at his Florida condo, he had company there, another senior Master like himself. I had been pre-instructed to dress up sharp in a suit and tie and to be prepared for servitude. The two Masters were comfortably dressed in bathrobes and BVD's. In my suit and tie, I began to serve them coffee, pastries, light their cigars, and other duties, while not being allowed to relax my dress at all. I even had to keep my suit coat fully buttoned at all times! After doing the dishes and vacuuming the living room, I was instructed to sit on the sofa with the visiting Master and obey him fully while my handsome Master set up his camcorder and tripod. The new Master began to kiss my lips and neck while playing with my tie knot and occasionally rubbing my cock through my suit pants. I was getting very hot at this point. When a large wet stain developed in the crotch of my trousers, my Master got mad. I did NOT have permission to expel any pre-cum and would now have to be punished. He ordered me to strip from the waist down leaving my well-shined wing-tippped dress shoes and socks on. He also made sure that my suit coat remained buttoned and tightened my tie knot more securely just for good measure. He made me get on my knees and proceeded to slap my exposed ass with a leather paddle while his fellow Master wiped his cock and balls all over my face. Before I knew it, they had stripped me nude and had me on all fours between them. My Master was behind me sliding his erection between my ass cheeks as he fingered my hole, his friend fucking my willing mouth with his huge uncut cock as his big hanging balls slapped against my chin. My Master came on my back and soon his friend pulled out and came on my face and into my lips. After they recovered, the three of us took a hot shower together. I was forced to wash each of them and rinse them off while they took turns slapping my face, pinching my tits, tugging on my beet-red hardened cock, and peeing on my ass and legs. After I dried them off, I was ordered to get dressed in my suit and tie again. Back in the living room, they stood on either side of me and felt me all over, rubbing my hard cock through my suit pants and commanded me to cum in my pants. I did as I was told and then was given permission to leave but not allowed to clean up. I had to drive back to my hotel room with my huge white load slowly drying in my pants as a reminder of my slave-status. My throbbing and reddened ass, sore jaws and nipples were a day-long reminder of this incredible event in my life. My Master had also video-taped most of it and he said I could watch some of it on my next visit, when he and I would be alone, and at that time, he would penetrate my anus with his erection for the first time. I am now waiting for his call to schedule the next visit and will write again with details thereafter. Thanks for listening, Heywood.

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Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 19:26:12 +0000 From: Heywood Jameetme Subject: Discipline Encounter #5: The Rug Race The day following my hotel visit to my Master, I was to report for duty one last time this visit. This time it was after dinner time and I was instructed to bring a bottle of baby oil and a ball of twine. What this was for I could only wonder, but I was to wear suit and tie as usual but the exception being that this time I was to wear a bow-tie. As I rang his room doorbell, I heard him yell out, "Is that you boy?", I dutifully answered "Yes SIR!" "Well then come in quickly" I entered the room and closed the door behind me as quickly as I could and was totally surprised at what I saw. The room's double beds were pushed back, making a runway of sorts up to his chair, where my Master sat, naked and grinning as the Hotel Room Service boy knelt before him, in his bell boy outfit complete with black bow-tie, sucking MY Master's dick! I was ordered to grab the camera and take some pics of the young man obediently slurping away at Master's cock and balls. After a bit of this, he pushed the 20-something lad away and ordered the two of us to face him, kiss, and play with each other's bow-ties before stripping each other nude. When this was done, he collared both of us and, asking for the baby oil I brought, instructed us to oil each other down thoroughly and when finished, stroke each other's cocks hard while he snapped photos eagerly. Suddenly he slapped each of us on the ass and made us lay on our bellies, feet against the door, across the room from his chair. He then used the twine to hog tie each of us, wrists on our backs tied together and to our ankles. Walking back across the room, he sat naked in the chair and flopped his beautiful cock and balls out. "These are the rules of rug racing", he said, "You are to make your way across the room, up to me, and get my cock in your mouth. First one to do so gets fucked by this sweet man cock while the other has to just lick my ass crack which I haven't washed yet today, now MOVE YOU SLUGS!" And off we went, slipping on the low pile hotel carpet was a bitch while trying to move forward like a seal on your belly! Master taunted us as we struggled, flapping his 3-piece set about with a free hand, "Come on boys, you can do better than that, here's the meat you want in your mouth, just come and get it!" And the struggle continued...... He laughed as we grunted and flopped about clumsily and I was losing ground to the younger guy who began to use an almost snail-like curling tactic to advance. Was I going to lose to this newcomer? He already had my Master's cock in his mouth once today, was he now going to be fucked by him while I ream out Master's dirty butthole? Not today he wasn't! I pushed myself forward with an incredible force of pure will, getting far enough ahead to put my foot on the doorman's shoulder and push off...flopping right where I needed to be and wrapping my lips around my Master's beautiful mushroom cockhead! I WAS THE WINNER! My Master laughed and congratulated me heartily but held my head down on his erection nonetheless, pleasuring himself in my willing mouth as he soon would with my anus. The Room Service guy hung his head in shame and soon found himself tounging out my Master's dirty bunghole while Sir enjoyed a hearty fuck in my ass. This time I was allowed to face him, my legs up and against his chest while he played with my nipples and thrusted his manhood deep into me concluding in a thunderous orgasm. As winner of the Rug Race, I had my choice of pleasure from the loser. After making him use some mouthwash, I made him suck my cock, first getting him redressed in his bellboy outfit complete with black bow-tie, I tied his hands behind his back and made him use mouth and tongue only to service me. He licked my balls, cock and ass repeatedly until I came in his mouth, with my Master taking snapshots of everything! To the victor goes the spoils! My Master and I sent him back to work after making him jerk off before the bathroom mirror and lick up his own cum from the sink. After the bell boy left, my Master made me kneel in the shower where he hosed me down with his piss and then allowed me to take a REAL shower with soap and shampoo while he took a leisurely shit on the toilet nearby. He dried me off and then used the rat-tailed towel to whip my sorry ass a few times for good measure. Making me get dressed up in my suit and bow-tie once more, my Master pointed down to his newly-throbbing and re-erected boner and said, "Once more for the road, boy!" I gleefully gobbled his cock and sucked him deftly, swallowing every drop of his sweet cumshot. Escorting me out of his room, we paused in the hallway and shook hands goodbye, I wished him a safe flight home, and he buttoned my suit coat and primped my bow-tie before slapping me on the ass goodbye. I rode the elevator in total satisfaction. As I exited the lobby I saw the bell boy again but this time, he was the red-faced one. A lesson learned for the young man, never try to come between a slave and his Master unless you're prepared for a tired mouth!

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Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2001 03:48:50 -0400 From: Amterrapin60@netscape.net Subject: The Hunt part1 Disclaimer This is a work of fiction; any resembalance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author retains all rights to this work and you may not copy or transmit it in any way except in it's entirety and with this disclaimer. This story contains descriptions of sex between adult males.If such material is prohibited in your jurisdiction, if you are under legal age, or if you are offended by such material DO NOT READ IT. copyright AMc 2001 The Hunt Joe stumbled thru the woods, unsure he was going in the right direction. The sun overhead offered little help but he figured he was heading west. So far so good for the urban male he thought. The forest was thick with leafy trees and brush, oaks, maples and birches mostly. He was not used to wandering around in the woods but did a lot more of it since he met up with his lover Darryl. He had talked Joe into the idea of being prey in a human hunt. Joe was uninterested in the idea at first but his lover's persistence and whispered scenarios finally convinced him to give it a try. After all he had agreed to be Darryl's "thrall" -he thought it demeaning to be called a slave- and submit to him as his master. It would be worth it, Darryl insisted. Darryl was definitely worth it, Joe reflected thoughtfully. He was a big man, over six feet with a thick girth-solid from years of manual labor. That was a real turn on for the shorter, leaner Joe. The hunt started with Darryl driving Joe out to the boundary of his hundred acre spread, earlier that morning. He was blindfolded with his hands behind his back, an unneccessary precaution Joe thought, but Darryl was really into it. The truck stopped and he felt Darryl get out of the truck and open the passenger door, pulling Joe out unceremoniously by the arm. He stumbled a bit but got his balance as his hands were untied. He blinked at the light as the hood was removed from his head. "Take your clothes off boy. " Darryl ordered roughly. Joe immediately complied, though he registered irritation at being called boy. At twenty-nine he was hardly a boy but compared to Darryl, who was nearly fifty, it was excusable. "Put these on. " the big man threw some old clothes at him and he hastily put on camouflage pants and a faded black t-shirt. He kept his good hiking boots. Again he was irritated at Darryl's theatrics. Why didn't he have him dress before they started out? "If you get back to the house before getting caught by the hunting party then you win, otherwise you go along with what ever happens, you understand boy?" "Yes sir. " he answered without hesitation. "Then git. " Darryl gave him a hard smack on the ass that sent him lurching forward and he was off. The hunting party? he wondered, his mind returning to the present as he picked his way over a fallen tree. He had no idea Darryl had invited others to join in the hunt. Darryl had a circle of hunting buddies he would go off on week long trips with and he would never subject Joe to anyone he didn't trust, he was somewhat possessive of his thrall. Joe had been hiking for nearly an hour without thought of being looked for, he figured he was given a head start but now became more attentive. He carefully traversed a wide gully making as little sound as possible. The woods thinned out slightly allowing him a better view of the surroundings and he relaxed a bit. Just then he saw a movement out the corner of his eye and he dropped down on the ground and waited. Sure enough he spotted two men in hunting camouflage quietly wend their way thru the woods checking the grounds for footprints. Joe made a mental note to tread softly in the future. They never looked in his direction and soon they disappeared as they veered off the other way. Joe waited another ten minutes, chuckling to himself at avoiding capture. Score another one for the nerdy bookworm, which he was not, but had been accused by his more active friends of being one. He got up and headed off, putting as much distance as possible between him and his pursuers. He wondered where Darryl was, surely he would be involved in this escapade. The concern sobered his mood as he moved along sleathily. He heard another rustle some time later and stopped again to listen. It was off to his right, he drew closer and saw Darryl pulling up his pants and realized he had been relieving himself. Bears aren't the only things that shit in the woods, he smiled in amusement. He left something on the ground Joe noticed as the older man, also in hunting gear, wandered away. He waited an appropriate time and decided to investigate. This was too easy he thought bravely, these guys were suppose to be experts and they never saw him despite how close they were. Joe shook his head, this whole hunting thing was getting boring. His left foot caught on something and he was tripped forward. Before he could recover, he felt his foot yanked out from under him and he was thrown into the air. The next thing he knew he was dangling upside down four feet off the ground by his left leg, swinging wildly as he tried to reach up and free himself. It only made him dizzy so he quit flailing and he soon swung to a stop. Shit.It was a classic snare that caught him and he cursed himself for not seeing it. The rope holding him was slung over a heavy branch of a tree next to him. He hung motionless for a moment glad there were no witnesses to his embarrassing condition, his relief was short lived as he heard footsteps and saw the two men he spotted earlier emerge from a thicket. He gulped in distress wondering how he was going to explain this. The two men were silent as they regarded the man hanging a few feet away. The first man glared at Joe with an expression of disapproval while the other one pushed his cap back off his forehead and broke into a hearty grin. "Woo whee, looks like we caught ourselves a young buck." the heavier of the two said, squealing in delight. the other man merely nodded. "Uh I can explain this...you see...I'm glad you came along...can you get me down?" Joe tried not to sound completely stupid. " Say why don't you get the rope while I help this fella down. " the heavier man said to his companion in a strong hillbilly accent. The man grabbed Joe's wrists and tied them as his leg was lowered. The rope was removed from his ankle and quickly looped around his wrists. He gasped in shock as his arms were now raised over his head until his feet just barely touched the ground. A handkerchief was stuffed in his mouth, stifling his cry for help. Joe thrashed for a bit in a vain attempt to escape but stopped when he realized he was helpless. Sweat dampened his shirt and forehead as his captors calmly took off their knapsacks and sat down on a nearby log to contemplate their catch. They were dressed alike in hunting clothes and black baseball caps. The hefty man was about Darryl's weight but a little shorter with a round open face. He was noisy and ebullient as he pointed to Joe and made lewd comments to his companion. The other man said nothing but continued to look at Joe with a serious expression. He was taller than the first man, leaner and perhaps a few years older than Joe. He removed his cap to reveal black hair cut short with straight bangs across his forehead. "Say why don't we skin this buck and see what he's got. " the big guy said pleasantly as he pulled a large knife from his belt and opened it with a loud snick. The younger man smiled for the first time but it was a mirthless smile as he too, got out a knife. Joe felt the sweat down his back go clammy. He jerked back as they came at him, their blades glinting in the sunlight. "Whoa there buck, we aren't going to cut you if you hold still" the big man assured as he grabbed Joe's waistband and steadied him. Joe watched in a near panic as the men expertly cut away his clothes leaving him naked except for his boots. 'There's that better. " big boy smiled and gave Joe's genitals a friendly shake. Despite his fear his penis began to swell and he suspected he like this better than he was willing to admit even though he felt acute embarrassment at being so exposed to total strangers with questionable intent. The quiet one reached out with the dull edge of his knife and traced a line from Joe's chin to his balls. He shivered at the feel of the cold steel against his flesh. "Nice, young and pink, just the way I like em. " big boy laughed as he patted Joe's ass. Joe realized for the first time how tanned they were and how pale he was in comparison. They obviously spent more time outdoors than he.There was a shout in the distance and all three turned to see Darryl come walking toward them. It's about time Joe thought as Darryl looked a Joe, then at the two men then back again. Oh please save me, his eyes pleaded. Darryl smiled and greeted the two men warmly. " I see you've met Wayne and Drew. " he shook hands with the heavy one, Wayne and Drew, the quiet one, introducing them to Joe in the process. Darryl turned back to Joe putting his hands on his hips in an authoritive gesture. " Boy you got to watch your step when you stalk a man after he takes a shit. " Darryl intoned and the others laughed . Shit, Joe shut his eyes at how foolish he had been, Darryl had probably watched the whole scene from some hiding place. He didn't know whether to be relieved or apprehensive about Darryl's arrival. This is not what he expected in a hunt. The three men sat down and traded pleasantries, ignoring Joe strung up before them. They fell silent for a while as Wayne smoked a cigar then turned their attention back to him. Joe's cock stirred as they eyed him with lust. " Let's get started shall we?" Darryl offered. Wayne stood up and removed his cap revealing a rapidly thinning patch of brown hair, then unzipped his pants letting his dick fall out. Drew walked up to Joe and knelt before him. He jerked as the man took his entire six inch cock in his mouth in one swoop, burying his nose in his pubic hair. He sucked gently on the member as he massaged Joe's ass cheeks like two mounds of dough. Joe groaned at the sensation washing over him, sweeping away any reservations he had. Drew had a very talented mouth as he slowly milked Joe like he was siphoning a hose. Meanwhile Wayne stroked his own cock as he and Darryl watched Joe being blown. Darryl turned his head and sucked on Wayne's cock, getting the stout member slick with saliva. Joe was in a daze as the as the burly man walked behind him, he expected to be fucked with the rigid seven inch dick but to his surprise and pleasure, Wayne knelt down and began to lick and tongue his opening. Drew pulled his cheeks apart giving the older man more access. Joe arched his back, all his muscle straining at the sensory overload as the two men kissed, fondled, and sucked him. He felt Wayne stand up and place his member at Joe's opening. He tried to clamp his ass shut, afraid of the pain that thick cock would inflict on him but part of him wanted it bad. He couldn't resist a good fucking and he relaxed as his assailant took hold of his hips. With a sharp stab Wayne penetrated him and Joe shuddered, biting down on the rag in his mouth, grateful for something to bite on instead of his lip. Darryl opened his fly, pulling out his hard cock to stroke as he reveled in the scene of his thrall impaled on one man while sucked by another, his arms tied helplessly above him. Joe twitched as Wayne's pelvis pushed against his ass, his dick rubbing against his prostate. Drew put his hands on Joe's thighs pushing him back as the man fucking him shoved forward. Joe's muffled cries and trembling grew more pronounced as he was driven closer to orgasm. Darryl sensed Joe's state and ordered the men to stop. Drew let go with his mouth and squeezed Joe's cock forcefully to slow the rising tide in his loins. Joe whimpered as they held still, slowing him. Darryl signaled them to go on and they continued their process of bringing him to the brink then down again several times until Joe was bathed in sweat and writhing in sexual agony. Darryl came over and removed the gag, allowing Joe to take huge gulps. He was thankful, as he hated gags and had been struggling to breathe. "Please let me come, please." he begged between heavy pants. Darryl grabbed his chin in his big calloused hands. " You ask proper boy if you want to avoid a whupping." He said in a threatening tone, his eyes ablaze. Joe sighed heavily, regaining some of his composure. "Please sir, let me come." he corrected in a desperate tone. Darryl smiled and gave him a kiss. He let go of Joe and nodded to the man behind Joe. This time the fucking increased in ferocity and speed with no letup, as his ass was pounded with loud slaps as Wayne thrusted powerfully like a piston. Drew let go of Joe's thighs, letting Wayne's movement slide the cock back and forth across his closed lips. Joe clenched his fists and arched his back as far as he could as his ecstasy reached a crescendo. Suddenly his mind broke thru the tension and his cock erupted in Drew's waiting mouth. Behind him Wayne spilled hot semen into Joe. It felt like scalding lava that flowed thru him and out his dick, blasting Drew as he pulled away to have a final jolt hit him in the face. Joe uttered a loud groan in a release of overwhelming sensations. Drew and Wayne stepped back as his orgasm subsided. His knees gave out causing his arms to take the weight of his body as he fainted. Darryl quickly grabbed him about the waist holding him up in an embrace. He stroked the young man's limp hair as his breathing returned to normal. "How do you like being captured boy? " he whispered in Joe's ear as he kissed him. Joe raised his head and looked his lover in the eye. "It was fantastic. " he finally spoke. The spell was broken and the other men snorted in amused agreement. They gathered themselves together, Wayne hiked his pants up, Darryl zipped himself up and Drew got himself a drink from a canteen then offered some to a very thirsty Joe. The rope holding him up was loosed and he winched as he lowered his stiff arms in front of him. Drew pointed to the ground, indicating he should sit. Joe was a bit puzzled by the request but did so wondering what was next. Was this game over? Apparently not, as Joe's ankles were firmly tied together with a length of rope. Darryl brought forward a long heavy pole Joe had not seen before and directed it to be passed between Joe's wrist and ankles. Uh oh, he didn't like the look of this, still being roughly treated as captured game. Wayne and Drew proved to be in good shape as they heaved the pole horizontally across their shoulders, leaving Joe hanging underneath like a clumsy hammock. He tried to keep his head up to watch where they were going as Darryl lead the way down a path carrying all the gear, but it proved to be too much of a strain. He let his head fall back, affording a view of Wayne's ample crotch and gut as he walked along under the weight of Joe's body swinging from the pole. He looked down at Joe, playfully grabbing his own groin. "There's more to come young buck. " he said with a wink and a leer.

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Date: Sun, 08 Sep 2002 19:20:48 +0000 From: Heywood Jameetme Subject: Discipline Encounter #9: My NEW Training Begins I received an e-mail from my new Master, Master Billy, outlining his plans for my first visit to his place in Connecticut. I had not expected this to be until October, but he changed his mind, and Labor Day Weekend it was to be. Being a driveable distance, I looked forward to a closer trip for the discipline encounter I sorely needed. Arriving at the scheduled time, sharply dressed in suit and tie per his orders, he greeted me, naked, with a kiss and a solid slap on the ass. "Lay on the floor boy, it's time for your NEW training to begin", he growled as he buttoned my suit jacket securely and tightened the knot of my red silk necktie before pushing me down to the carpeted floor. Then he stood over me and crouching down, let his massive genitalia slap across my face. "Lick my balls boy!" came his next command and I obeyed willingly, lapping at his pendulous testes and tasting the salty sweat of his scrotum as his cock rested on my forehead. Having enough of that, he stood and pulled me to my feet by my earlobe. "Strip boy" he said and I did so. "Display" he barked and I assumed the submissive, exposed position of attention. Groping my naked flesh everywhere, he licked his lips and snorted with glee at what he planned for me next. Pulling my arms down behind my back, he roped my wrists together and began to tie me up in an elaborate pattern of criss-crosses and slipknots. Across my chest and back, thru my crotch, tightly up my ass crack to back around front, encircling my balls and cock each separately, and finally around my neck and thru my mouth to tie off behind my head. Leading me around the room by tugging on my nipples, he posed me near a plain white wall and began snapping a series of pictures with his digital camera. Putting the camera on a tripod next enabled him to pose with me in a few photos, sucking my tits, slapping my ass, etc. Then, hoisting me up my the rope through my ass cheeks, he walked me to his bedroom where another senior Master waited naked on the bed. The stout and hairy gent sat up and began clapping at the tie-up job done to me. Pushing me down on the bed face first, my Master removed the rope from behind my head, freeing my mouth. "This is Master John", he said, "You will now suck his cock, boy, and you better suck it good!". As he finished saying that, he slapped my naked, rope-bound ass with a leather strap! OUCH! You better believe I sucked that guy's cock like a vacuum cleaner! He had NO complaints as he shot his wad on my face and neck while my Master video-taped it all. Pulling me up to stand, the two of them walked me to the bathroom, one tugging my tits, the other grabbing and slapping my ass as we walked. They told me to get in the shower and kneel and I could only guess what was next. They both starting pissing all over me, head to foot and laughing hysterically. Master John said, "You were sure right about this one Billy, he takes it all with no complaints AND sucks a mean cock besides! Good find, pal!", as they high-fived each other. Master Billy began to run the shower water to clean me off and slowly untied my bonds. When fully free I was allowed to use soap, shampoo, and a face cloth to get clean. After dried off from the shower, it was time for more cocksucking. First Master Billy, then Master John, they both squirted their white hot loads into my mouth before I was allowed to dress up in my suit and tie once more. After Master John, the visitor, had left, Master Billy and I began to hug and kiss, with him feeling up my tie knot and dress slacked ass. He opened the fly of my suit pants and pulled out my hard cock. He jerked me off quickly, almost violently. (I was happy just to finally be able to cum.) Suddenly, he pushed me to the floor, got me on all fours, pulled my suit pants all the way down and started dry humping my ass, soon he was fully hard and achieved penetration. He fucked me like an animal and after he came in my ass, he slumped to the floor and fell asleep. When he awoke, it was time for me to go, he kissed me good bye and told me that I had done exceptionally well and to await his next call when we would begin the next phase of his training regime, fulfilling his deepest and darkest fantasies...........I can't imagine what that might mean! If what had already happened between us was NOT fantasy fulfillment, then what would be???? Until next time, love, Heywood I received an e-mail from my new Master, Master Billy, outlining his plans for my first visit to his place in Connecticut. Being a driveable distance, I looked forward to a closer trip for the discipline encounter I sorely needed. Arriving at the scheduled time, sharply dressed in suit and tie per his orders, he greeted me, naked, with a kiss and a solid slap on the ass. "Lay on the floor boy, it's time for your NEW training to begin", he growled as he buttoned my suit jacket securely and tightened the knot of my red silk necktie before pushing me down to the carpeted floor. Then he stood over me and crouching down, let his massive genitalia slap across my face. "Lick my balls boy!" came his next command and I obeyed willingly, lapping at his pendulous testes and tasting the salty sweat of his scrotum as his cock rested on my forehead. Having enough of that, he stood and pulled me to my feet by my earlobe. "Strip boy" he said and I did so. "Display" he barked and I assumed the submissive, exposed position of attention. Groping my naked flesh everywhere, he licked his lips and snorted with glee at what he planned for me next. Pulling my arms down behind my back, he roped my wrists together and began to tie me up in an elaborate pattern of criss-crosses and slipknots. Across my chest and back, thru my crotch, tightly up my ass crack to back around front, encircling my balls and cock each separately, and finally around my neck and thru my mouth to tie off behind my head. Leading me around the room by tugging on my nipples, he posed me near a plain white wall and began snapping a series of pictures with his digital camera. Putting the camera on a tripod next enabled him to pose with me in a few photos. Then, hoisting me up my the rope through my ass cheeks, he walked me to his bedroom where another senior Master waited naked on the bed. The stout and hairy gent sat up and began clapping at the tie-up job done to me. Pushing me down on the bed face first, my Master removed the rope from behind my head, freeing my mouth. "This is Master John", he said, "You will now suck his cock, boy, and you better suck it good!". As he finished saying that, he slapped my naked, rope-bound ass with a leather strap! OUCH! You better believe I sucked that guy's cock like a vacuum cleaner! He had NO complaints as he shot his wad on my face and neck while my Master video-taped it all. Pulling me up to stand, the two of them walked me to the bathroom, one tugging my tits, the other grabbing and slapping my ass as we walked. They told me to get in the shower and kneel and I could only guess what was next. They both starting pissing all over me, head to foot and laughing hysterically. Master John said, "You were sure right about this one Billy, he takes it all with no complaints AND sucks a mean cock besides! Good find, pal!" Master Billy began to run the shower water to clean me off and slowly untied my bonds. When fully free I was allowed to use soap, shampoo, and a face cloth to get clean. After dried off from the shower, it was time for more cocksucking. First Master Billy, then Master John, they both squirted their white hot loads into my mouth before I was allowed to dress up in my suit and tie once more. After Master John, the visitor, had left, Master Billy and I began to hug and kiss, with him feeling up my tie knot and dress slacked ass. Suddenly, he pushed me to the floor, got me on all fours, pulled my suit pants down and started dry humping my ass, soon he was fully hard and achieved penetration. He fucked me like an animal and when he came in my ass, he slumped to the floor and fell asleep. When he awoke, it was time for me to go, he kissed me good bye and told me that I had done exceptionally well and to await his next call when we would begin the next phase of his training regime, fulfilling his fantasies........... Until next time, love, Heywood

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Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2002 01:02:14 +0000 From: Heywood Jameetme Subject: Discipline Encounter #12: Graduation Day In the weeks that followed my "humilation therapy" at the hands of Master Billy and his Army buddies, it became clear that I no longer enjoyed the role of slave and was (mentally) becoming an independent Master. I decided that it would be best to confront Master Billy about this and move on when I received an e-mail from him asking me to come down for the following weekend to his Connecticut condo. Determined to secure my freedom, I proceeded with caution. When I arrived Friday night, I was very surpised at what was happening there. Masters Billy and John were both naked and already "training" a new "boy". The guy was about my age and size, fully bound up with rope, with a butt-plug protruding from his ass crack and Master John's cock deep in his throat. I was welcomed warmly and invited to disrobe and join the party. I demanded to be heard and after telling them both about my desire to be released from service, they wholeheartly agreed and happily consented to my immediate emancipation. Toasting my freedom with an ice-cold beer, they invited me to help train the new guy. I jumped at the chance! No stranger to dominant behavior myself, I stripped nude and began practicing my own special brand of discipline on the new meat whom they had affectionately dubbed "Dogboy". A few good ass-slaps and tit pulls later, Dogboy was sucking my cock obediently while Master Billy fucked his ass from behind. I also initiated a series of games including "Rug Racing" wherein Dogboy had to race across the living room rug on his belly, while still tightly bound, trying to get to one of us to lick and suck our balls. Masters Billy, John, and I took turns using Dogboy for the duration of the weekend and even enjoyed some mutual sex between ourselves. It was a great weekend and I left Sunday evening for home, fully satiated and greatly anticipating my new life as a Master. You see, I've met a wonderful boy online who I call Boy-Ralph who is just begging to have his mouth soiled by my throbbing manhood. He needs serious training in the manly art of fellatio and I'm just the guy to provide his face the fucking it needs for him to learn. Over and out, Master Heywood

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Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2002 18:24:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Greg Subject: Islander in Another Country by Knightspanked (Gay authoritarian, M/M, M/t Spank, Anal) (Usual disclaimers apply) The group of small boys watched as one of their number was lead into another room. They caught a fleeting glimpse of his bared buttocks before the door was closed to prevent them from seeing the ritual. Thwip! Thwip! Thwip! As the sound of the caning carried to the waiting boys fear consumed them because their own bottoms were destined to meet the same fate. Each boy wondered if he would manage to remain silent despite savage hurt being inflicted to his nether regions, in order to teach him a lesson. The door opened and the beaten boy emerged, pale of face and limping slightly. "Churchill" intoned the chastiser. The cherub answering to that name slowly walked into the execution chamber. Thwip! Thwip! Thwip! Later, a tender-hearted mother gasped when the nanny pulled back a sheet revealing blood-filled weals on the boy's tender flesh. Danny hit the 'off' button on the TV remote. "You arse-hole, Danny ! I was watching that". 13 year old Nigel snarled at his older brother. Danny sighed. He'd been out of the country for ten years, teaching in the Pacific Islands. Danny had almost forgotten how feral English boys could be. "I realise it's Friday night but don't you have homework to do ?" Nigel glared at his 30 year old brother. Danny met the hostile eyes without flinching. Nigel got out of the easy chair and walked out of the lounge, slamming the door behind him. Their mother who was busy in the kitchen put her head through the servery hatch. "Everything all right ?" "Yes Mum". Danny smiled at her. "Just Nigel doing his homework". "I wish you'd knock some sense into him". She closed the hatch. Danny thought of his brother and how the boy seemed to resent having to learn. He had every advantage unlike the boys Danny had taught in the Islands. No computers or calculators in their villages. Education had to be paid for and every boy wanted to do his very best. Education and teachers were highly valued there. Discipline was strict and Danny had caned many Island boys. He thought about that flogging scene from 'Young Winston'. Very different from his Island lads who had yelled at the tops of their voices while he soundly thrashed their small brown buttocks! Nothing the least bit stoical about them. "I'm going out, Mum", Danny shouted. "Have a nice time dear", her voice floated back from the kitchen. Danny walked down the street to his local. It was a warm summer's evening. Sitting in an alcove sipping an orange juice was an Islander. Peniasi had been one of Danny's brightest students. Now he was in the UK, on a scholarship at the town's university. Despite the summer warmth the big 23 year old Islander wore a heavy woollen jersey and still looked frozen. The barman sold Danny a pint of bitter and an orange juice for his friend. Peniasi looked up and grinned when he saw his old teacher. He had a mouthful of very white teeth. "Good to see you getting out and enjoying yourself, Pene", said Danny, affectionately. "Will you come up to my lodgings with me?" the Islander pleaded. Danny sighed at the prospect but then shrugged his shoulders. "Sure. Finish your drink first". Pene lifted the glass to his lips and swallowed the contents with one gulp. He looked expectantly at his old teacher. Danny drank up his ale and then the two men retired upstairs where Pene had his rooms. He switched the electric fire on High and both men got undressed. The Islander tore his clothes off while Danny was more hesitant. In the Islands unmarried adult males made love and thought nothing of it. Danny was gay so where was the harm in giving an old friend the comfort he needed? Danny gulped when he saw the size of Pene's fleshy monster sticking up from its fores of black curly hair. The Islander lifted Danny like a feather and placed him face down on the single bed. Pene's tongue found Danny's fundament and bathed it with saliva, a sensation the white man found both erotic and forboding. The monster's head was placed at Danny's secret entrance and resolutely pushed in. The older man gasped during the impaling. Pene grunted with the effort of getting through his former teacher's tight, resisting sphincter. The flesh-pole bloated Danny's love-chute and he bit into a pillow to stop from crying out. Slowly but forcefully Pene thrust into the slight body beneath him. A floorboard under the bed squeaked rhythmically. The all-wise barman in the bar below heard the faint noise and smiled to himself. Danny thought of the many kindnesses he had received during his years in the Islands and regarded the assault on his fundament as part repayment of a debt owed. Pene felt happier now than at any time since his plane had landed in this strange, cold country. He bent down and nuzzled Danny's neck affectionately. The teacher could see an electronic clock on a bedside table. Twenty minutes had passed and still Pene showed no signs of ejacqulating. The hurt had mostly worn off and Danny was now caught up in the intimacy of what his old pupil was doing to him. The monster was so long it reached a part of Danny's bowels where no man had ever been before. The massive head stroked Danny's prostate and balls brushed against his upturned bum-cheeks. The relentless thrusting continued. The floorboard squeaked more than ever. Down below the listening barman checked his watch and shook his head in wonder. Thirtyfive minutes elapsed and then Pene thrust his huge organ right in, up to the hilt. Danny felt the monster swell to twice its size before wetness sprayed the walls of his bowels. It took over a minute for Pene to fully drain his balls. Then he pulled out of Danny's hot moist, tunnel, its muscle closing behind him with a 'plop'. Danny lay there while his friend gently cleaned his crease and then himself. Danny knew he had to stay in that position until his sphincter had partly recovered from the lovemaking. Island men carried their male lover's seed inside them as a mark of respect. It was not to be expelled for 24 hours. Eventually the men got dressed again. The heat from the electric fire was stifling. Danny found himself telling his Island friend all about Nigel. "English men do not beat their sons at all?" "No. There are laws preventing it". Pene shook his head at the strange ways of Europeans. Then the two men went down stairs. Danny said his goodbyes in the bar and headed off home. Mistaking 'catcher' for 'pitcher', the barman looked at the slight figure of the departing white man and whistled admiringly. All was quiet at 13 Loyalty Avenue. Danny's Mum was asleep in front of the television set. He walked up stairs to the room he shared with Nigel. The boy was sprawled on his bed playing a game on his computer. When he saw Danny he turned it off. "When you were at school did boys get whacked on the bare arse?" 'Young Winston' had obviously made an impressiom on him. "No", said Danny. "We kept our trousers on". "Why did you let them do it to you"? Nigel was of a generation that was simply unable to comprehend the notion that any older male might have thought it his duty to administer sometimes painful discipline, in order to teach a boy a lesson or as a penalty for doing wrong. "I thrashed many boys in the Islands", Danny confided. "On their bare bottoms". A look of disbelief crossed his young brother's face. "You're having me on". "No I'm not". Danny made up his mind. "In fact one of my old pupils is coming to lunch tomorrow so make sure you mind your manners". The man went downstairs. His mother was awake again so he asked her if he could invite his Island friend for a meal. "Of course you can, Danny". She beamed at him. The man used the telephone in the hall to ring Pene's mobile. It took an age for the Islander to answer and then his voice sounded very distant. Danny sighed, Pene was holding the cellphone upside down again. Eventually they managed a brief conversation and lunch was arranged. That night Danny and Nigel got undressed together in silence. The boy inspected his older brother's arse and inwardly scoffed at the thought of it ever having been the site for a beating. The man caught a glimpse of the boy's tight, taut buttocks which seemed to cry out for a caning. The next day Penesai came for lunch. His graceful good nature and delight in all things European quickly won over Danny's mother. Even Nigel was impressed. Later in the day Danny's mother reluctantly left her new friend and went off to take part in the regular Saturday social group at her church. Since the untimely death of her husband, religion had become very important to her. Nigel took Pene upstairs and showed him the computer. "Do you like football?" the big Islander who was a bit afraid of computers eventually asked him. The boy quickly picked up a football and they disappeared outside where they played for an hour. Danny sat in the lounge, marking exercise books. That was to become the pattern for the future weekends. First the Friday night coupling of Danny and Pene in the stifling hot room above the bar. Lusty, lengthy, rutting. Then Saturday lunch and a game of football with Nigel. The boy hero-worshipped the Islander. He even took Pene to school where the big man charmed Nigel's classmates. As Mrs Frame, the Social Issues teacher, was to tell Danny who taught at the same school: "People warm to Pene because he takes such a delight in things the rest of us take for granted". Danny who had watched his big friend cross a busy street time and time again, simply because he was captivated by the 'Cross Now' signals, knew exactly what she meant. One wet Saturday, Danny was busy marking exercise books as usual. Nigel and Pene were playing football in the kitchen. Suddenly there was the sound of breaking glass. A minute or so later they came into the lounge. "Uh, Danny", said Nigel, sheepishly. "Somehow the glass in the bottom of the back door got broken". "I kicked the ball too hard", said the Islander. Danny looked at the pair of them. "Well, the cost of repairing the glass will come out of your pocket money, young man", he told Nigel who nodded his agreement. "It was all my fault", Pene said miserably. He padded over to a huge potted palm and gently removed its support, a three foot length of rattan which he then handed to Danny. "Thrash me well for my carelessness". His former teacher looked at him. "If that is what you want". The big Islander stripped off all his clothes and stood there, buck naked, with his hands on his head. Nigel's mouth dropped open at the sight of him. Pene's chocolate-brown buttocks jutted out from his perfectly proportioned body. His flaccid, uncut penis resembled a firehose. The only hairs on Pene's torso was his thick bush of black pubic hair. "You know what to do", said Danny. The Islander spread his legs wide as he bent down and grabbed both ankles with his hands. The totally submissive position exposed his crease and the large-lipped anus within. Danny took up his position and inflicted six hard cuts to that waiting posterior. Ash-grey welts quickly turned to painful-looking, raised, purplish weals. After each one had registered, Pene yelled. It was fortunate the storm force winds outside masked the sound. "Hands on your head. No rubbing". Pene stood upright, tears trickling down his handsome face. It was not the savage hurt which caused his distress. The caning had brought flooding bsck happy memories of his Island boyhood when such beatings had been everyday affairs. "Better get dressed", Danny said calmly as he returned the rattan to the pot plant. Nigel remained rooted to the spot, staring at Pene's striped bottom and fat penis while the islander got dressed. "You have beaten me well", the Islander told Danny while busy shaking the hand which had just flogged him raw. Then he turned and smiled at Nigel. Pene took the boy's hand and clamped it against his buttocks which were now a raging furnace. "Wow!" Nigel gasped, "Your tail is on fire". "It hurts good", Pene said, matter-of-factly. He released the hand but the boy kept it on the 'furnace'. Through the Islander's trousers and despite three pairs of thermal underwear, Nigel could feel the fiery corrugations the cane had left in Pene's firm flesh. Danny went into the kitchen to make coffee. Pene dropped his hand until it was touching Nigel's small bottom. "Never been caned ?" "No, Pene". The man gave each plump cheek an affectionate squeeze. The boy continued to touch the furnace which showed no sign of dying down. "That is so strange. You Europeans! How else is a boy to know right from wrong ?" Pene sat down on the sofa and groaned when his flayed bottom made contact with the vinyl covering. Nigel sat beside his big friend. Danny came into the lounge with coffee and biscuits. The men talked knowledgeably about economics and other topics. Pene made sure to include Nigel in the conversation. The beating might never have happened. That was too much for the boy. "The broken window was all my fault", he said miserably. "I'm the one who should have been thrashed, not Pene". "Is this true?" Danny asked the Islander. "Maybe". "I'll take that as a 'yes'." Nigel jumped up and roughly pulled the rattan out of the plant box. The palm started to topple over. With a speed which belied his size, Pene pushed a chair against the palm to keep it upright. "Nigel, you know full well I am not allowed to beat you although, heaven knows, if ever a boy deserved to be thrashed it is you". "Then Pene must do it". Danny looked at his big friend who nodded. The teacher sighed. "Very well. If there are any repercussions I'll just say we were conducting an anthropological experiment at your request". Danny looked at his brother. "Go upstairs, strip naked and put on a pair of football shorts". The boy headed for the stairs. "And go to the toilet while you're up there", he shouted at him. "Don't want any accidents" he explained to Pene. That reminded him: "You still carrying my seed inside you?" Danny went red. "Yes". The Islander struck a cushion with the cane. "You are a good man to respect my gift. Nice for Pene". Ten minutes later Nigel came back into the room. He wore only a pair of running shorts, several sizes too big for him. "My shorts are in the wash so I borrowed yours", he explained to Danny. "Nigel" the Islander addressed the boy. "Your bottom is going to be hurt more than you can possibly imagine. You must remain in position until the beating is over, otherwise Danny will have to hold you down. Do you understand?" "Yes", whispered the boy. He turned and bent over, grasping his ankles. The oversized shorts slipped halfway down, baring the crown of his buttocks. Pene raised his arm and whacked the boy's exposed flesh, hard. The thin line the cane left in its wake turned into a painful looking raised welt. "YEEEEEEEEEEOWCH !", yelled Nigel who jumped about a foot in the air, leaving the shorts on the floor. His hands frantically rubbed his mounds trying to ease the searing hurt. Pene sighed. Danny stepped forward and grabbed his young brother by the head. He pulled him down until Danny's face was against his crotch, and held him tight. Another cut lashed the boy's defenceless buttocks. He howled louder than before but the sound was muffled. The Islander inspected the small buttocks and looked inside the crease at a pink dot that was the boy's anus. 'Danny hasn't taken him to bed yet', Pene said to himself, shaking his head at the ways of Europeans. In the Islands, post-pubescent youths were bedded by unmarried men of the village, husbands whose wives were heavy with child and widowers. Youths willingly accepted a man's seed which they believed contained the qualities to make them good hunters and so provide for their village. "One to go", said the big Islander, who was a bit disappointed the boy had to be held down. He put all his considerable strength into the cut. Nigel howled and was then released by Danny. The boy shot up and did the involuntary cane dance, hopping from one foot to the other. His penis bobbing in front of him but Nigel was too consumed by the fiery hurt to think of covering himself up. Both men admired the boy's splendid bottom, now with three vivid stripes emblazoned on its pale, pink flesh. The boy turned to the Islander and then shook his hand. "You have beaten me well", he sobbed. "Sorry I was such a b-baby". Danny helped his brother put on the shorts while Pene returned the rattan to the potted palm. Then the boy went upstairs. As soon as Nigel was out of earshot Pene said to Danny: "Why haven't you opened the boy's bottom"? "In my society, any man who did that to a boy", Danny answered firmly, "Would get a lengthy term of imprisonment". The Islander looked at Danny. "Then, who do you bed?" "No one". Pene felt sad for his friend. They sat and talked of other things until Nigel, now fully dressed, came back into the room. The boy was calm now. He joined in the conversation until the Islander returned to his lodgings. The next Friday night when the men retired to the room over the bar, Pene asked Danny to put his seed into him. The Islander stripped and laid himself down in full submission. The change of roles caught Danny by surprise and he was limp. He undressed but even fondling Pene's magnificent buttocks which still bore faint signs of the caning, did not cause an erection. "Whst's the matter?" "I can't get it hard. Sorry". Islanders regarded the head as sacred so oral stimulation was not possible. However, Pene knew a trick which had worked on the village elders of his youth. He bit down gently on his friend's pink nipples while tickling Danny's balls with the tips of his fingers. That had the desired result. Seconds later, Danny's penis was fully inside his big friend's hot, moist chute. He slammed against those chocolate brown buttocks. Pene thought affectionately of the young villager with the massive penis who had so cheerfully deflowered him. Memories of home flooded back and tears poured from his eyes. He sniffed, causing Danny to pause and ask: "I'm not hurting you, am I?" 'Hurt? With that tiny white stump?' thought the Islander. Loyally, he said nothing and just shook his head. Danny continued to plough his friend's beautiful bum until, with a little cry, he deposited his seed inside Pene's bowels. The barman who had timed the creaking floorboard at a mere five minutes, threw down his cloth with disgust. Danny walked home with a spring in his step. That was one Friday night when his fundament was not throbbing. Saturday was hot without a breath of wind. Pene arrived for his lunch as usual, bundled up in layers of clothing. Afterwards, Nigel and the Islander kicked the football around until Danny called them inside for coffee. It was then the boy made his surprise announcement. "Pene, you owe me three whacks". "What do you mean?" "Well, you took six from Danny but only gave me three". Danny looked at Pene. The Islander said: "But Nigel, my mu is twice as big as yours". "Mu?" whispered Nigel. "What you'd call 'arse'", translated his big brother. "He's right. Besides, you'd only make an awful fuss and there's no storm to cover your yells today". "I can take it". Nigel's lip trembled. He pulled off his T-Shirt. Jeans and underpants followed. The boy stuffed his T_Shirt into his mouth and then bent over. His small bottom was still striped and bruised from the caning he'd taken, seven days before. Pene looked enquiringly at Danny who nodded his head. Pene retrieved the rattan and gave the boy's tightly stretched bottom a very hard whack indeed. Nigel shook convulsively but kept his position. The T-Shirt muffled his yells. Two more hard cuts followed. Then it was over. Nigel stood with his hands on his head. He spat out the T-Shirt and looked up at the Islander through tear-filled eyelashes. "Thank you for thrashing me well". Boy and man shook hands. Then Nigel got dressed again. Both men were impressed that the boy had asked for the full punishment and the way he had acquitted himself during the flogging. At the end of the university year, Pene, his suitcase full of awards and honours for meritous achievement, travelled home to his beloved Island. Nigel managed to videotape a repeat screening of 'Young Winston'. He liked to watch its caning scene and remember the times the big Islander had so enthusiastically, and painfully, striped his bottom for him. Danny? He ended up having to pay the glazier for that broken window. Comments welcome: moonspender2@yahoo.com